First Taste of My Plum Garden Page 4

  She smiled to herself in the mirror, her braces twinkling in the reflection.

  Dakota traipsed over to her unmade bed, pillows and fluffy blankets strewn all over, and she leapt onto it. She crawled up to the headboard and laid back against a mess of pillows. Cupping her bare tits in her hands, she squeezed them softly as she looked down at them, pinching a nipple just to watch it go erect. The beautiful late morning sun shown in through the windows in Dakota’s room and she felt calm, relaxed, and content. Whenever Dakota felt like this, she also felt rather horny.

  While it was true that such a lovely girl as Dakota had guys beating down the door to get her phone number, she had felt something different inside of her lately but she hadn’t admitted it to anybody. Since meeting Emily in her community college English class, she sensed a confusion brewing in her mind.

  Emily was stunning, a gorgeous girl with long curly blonde hair. She was extremely fit, a runner, and she even once showed Dakota her defined abs. At 21, she was just a few years older than Dakota, but they had become fast friends in class and had started hanging out together more regularly. Emily was a few years behind in college as she had opted to travel after graduation instead of going directly into more schooling. All of this combined drove Dakota wild with excitement. Emily was just the coolest.

  Reaching down to her white knickers, Dakota started to rub herself between her legs through the cotton fabric. She stretched her legs out to get a better angle, and fondled her clit slowly but steadily. The past few weeks, her fantasies had always been of Emily. It made her feel a little weird, but she enjoyed it so much that she stopped questioning it and just enjoyed it. Dakota reached into the elastic band of her knickers and touched herself flesh on flesh, her finger gently rubbing her throbbing pussy lips, feeling the wetness that was now dripping from them.

  While she rubbed herself she had a big smile on her face revealing her metal brackets, her brown eyes shut tightly, and she nuzzled deeper into the bed as the feelings intensified.

  An image of Emily materialized in Dakota’s mind. She pictured Emily in a tank top and very short running shorts, revealing her long and smooth creamy white legs. Emily’s curly blonde hair was back in a ponytail and she was slightly sweaty from a run.

  “Time for a shower,” Emily said in Dakota’s fantasy.

  Emily slid her shorts off and kicked them from her feet, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush on her mound. She stood there and modeled for Dakota momentarily, and then she popped off her tank top and tossed it away revealing two perfectly pert tits with small, pointy nipples on the end of each.

  “Ooomph,” moaned Dakota, her moist finger quickly massaging her clit in small circles. She squirmed slightly in her bed, kicking a white blanket off the bed with a reflexive and mindless movement. Suddenly she threaded both hands into the elastic of her knickers and swiftly moved them down her legs and off her feet. Dakota flipped over on her stomach, buried her face into the pillows, and returned her fingers to her clit, rubbing rapidly in pressured motions.

  In her fantasy, Dakota pictured Emily nude, sitting on a floor, her legs spread and her knees up, allowing a wide view of her manicured pussy. While Emily’s skin was pale, Dakota could catch just a slight glimpse of the pink flesh between Emily’s pussy lips. Glistening specks of moisture shown on Emily’s pinkness in Dakota’s mind and Dakota could feel her own pussy growing increasingly wetter with her firm movements and her fantasy of Emily. She moaned softly into the pillow.

  Dakota plunged her fingers between her lips and deep into her moist hole, penetrating herself speedily for a couple thrusts and then returned to fondling her own clit. Increased sensitivity coursed through her limbs and she could feel a sense of lightness in her head. The image in her mind was still that of Emily, now fondling herself, just as Dakota was doing.

  “You’re so hot,” said Emily in Dakota’s fantasy. “Your braces drive me wild.”

  “Mmm Emily,” said Dakota aloud. She moved her face back and forth against the pillow and started to hump the blanket she lay atop. Dakota’s hips thrust back and forth, her fingers flicking and petting, the spot just below her pussy on the blanket now wet with her juices.

  Then Dakota went rigid, her pelvis thrusting hard into the bed, and her ass and thighs started to tremble. She pushed her fingers against her clit and felt a wave of electricity flow through her, tingles moving up from her toes and through her legs. Dakota whined pleasurably into her pillow, her mouth agape, as she felt herself deep in the grasp of a powerful orgasm.

  Dakota clenched her legs together tightly now and pulled her knees up toward her body, her hand still holding her pussy and squeezed between her thighs. She reveled in the surge moving through her, allowing it to take its course, and her mind was empty yet content. A grin grew across her lips and she moved her head to the side, her braces catching a ray of sun shining into her room. Dakota started to laugh softly as she suddenly felt her body become cold, goosebumps appearing on her arms. She wriggled in her bed and then kicked her legs out straight.

  “Awesome,” she sighed to herself. She flipped over on her back, gave her pussy a few more gentle rubs and then stretched out.

  Dakota put her hands behind her head now and relaxed into the bed. She opened her eyes and looked out at her room. How she wished Emily were right there in front of her, watching her, accompanying her in her pleasure. Reaching over to the bedside table, she grabbed her phone and started to quickly type a message out on it.

  *

  “I’m so glad we could get together,” said Emily, sitting cross-legged on the couch in her apartment. She wore short nylon running shorts and a tank top, her breasts plump and her cleavage visible. Reaching out toward the coffee table, she picked up her wine glass and cradled it in her hands.

  “Me too,” said Dakota. “I’m happy to have a new friend!” Dakota was dressed in a lightweight tunic top and a skirt, she too sitting up cross-legged on the couch. Dakota brought her own glass up to her lips and took a small sip.

  “Kismet!” exclaimed Emily. “We never would have known each other if we didn’t have English together. Totally cool.”

  “Tell me more about living in Thailand,” said Dakota. “It’s so awesome you spent a year there.”

  “I basically made Chiang Mai my home base,” said Emily, drinking from her glass before setting it down once again. “A lot of expats there and a pretty cool scene for travelers.”

  “Why’d you come back?” said Dakota.

  “Well,” started Emily, thinking. “I guess I just missed my friends and family too much. I was ready. And I knew I needed to get into college before it was too late.”

  “I’d love to go traveling like that,” mused Dakota. “So cool.” She sipped more of her wine and then rubbed her finger across her braces. “I don’t have any wine stains on my braces, do I?” she said, smiling and showing Emily her teeth.

  “No,” said Emily, inspecting. “They look good.”

  “You like ‘em?” grinned Dakota, showing them off and striking a little pose with her arms. Emily laughed.

  “They’re cute,” said Emily. “I like the teal bands.”

  “Thanks,” said Dakota. “They can get annoying but I don’t mind them too much.”

  “I never had braces,” said Emily. “What do they feel like?”

  “You just kinda feel bumps on the inside of your lips,” said Dakota. “After a while, you hardly notice them. That is, until you get them tightened.” Dakota squinted her eyes shut and shook her head. “Ugh, that hurts.”

  “What about when you’re kissing?” asked Emily. “Does whoever you’re kissing feel them?”

  Dakota felt her heart start to beat faster at Emily’s question. She imagined herself kissing Emily now, allowing Emily to explore her mouth with her tongue, to feel her braces. Taking the last sip of wine from her glass, she quickly set it down on the table.

  “Do you need another pour?” asked Emily, reaching for the bottle and starting to pour
it into Dakota’s glass.

  “Sure,” said Dakota. She watched as Emily refilled her glass.

  “So?” said Emily.

  “What?” asked Dakota.

  “Kissing,” said Emily. “How does it feel when you’re kissing?”

  “Well,” said Dakota, blushing slightly now. She was usually so confident and cool, but with Emily she felt intimidated and nervous. “I guess they can get in the way a bit. I imagine whoever I’m kissing can feel them.”

  “Can I try?” said Emily, smiling and scooting toward Dakota on the couch. “That’s not a weird question, is it?”

  “No,” said Dakota. “I mean, no it’s not weird.”

  “So?” said Emily, inching closing to Dakota and looking at her mouth. “I don’t bite.”

  Dakota felt a surge of emotion go through her, an exciting and novel intensity welled up as she stared down Emily’s beautiful face. Only hours earlier Dakota had gotten herself off to thoughts of Emily and here she was, close to her on the couch with the opportunity to kiss her. It was utterly confusing and at the same time exhilarating. Dakota placed her hand on her chest to feel her heart racing.

  “Look,” said Emily, before Dakota could speak. “I wanna tell you something.”

  “Okay,” said Dakota, keeping her eyes on Emily. Emily fluffed her blonde curls over her shoulders. She perched on her knees next to Dakota and placed her hands on her own thighs.

  “I’m a lesbian,” said Emily. She smiled at Dakota, looking into her eyes, trying to gauge Dakota’s response.

  “You are?” said Dakota, her visage inquisitive and interested. As Dakota thought about it for a moment, she realized how perfect this situation could be. Her mind quickly began to play out lusty scenarios as she gazed back at Emily.

  “I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship,” said Emily. “But from the moment I saw you in class, I was very interested in you.” Emily reached a hand out and moved a tress of Dakota’s hair out of her face and pushed it back behind her ear. “I know this is kinda forward and presumptuous.”

  “No,” said Dakota, shaking her head. “It’s okay.”

  “You’re gorgeous,” said Emily. “Super confident and self-assured. And your braces really set me off,” she said, grinning. “I can’t explain why. They’re just incredibly cute.”

  “Thank you,” said Dakota, blushing softly and looking down. It had been a long time since Dakota felt this nervy.

  “So,” continued Emily. “Can I kiss you?”

  “Okay,” said Dakota, stunned, excited, nervous.

  “Okay,” said Emily. She leaned in closer and softly pushed her lips against Dakota’s, initiating a gentle and loving kiss, slow and sensual. Dakota closed her eyes and allowed the kiss to happen, not knowing how to feel or what to expect. She had never kissed another girl before and she wasn’t sure how to do it correctly.

  Emily placed her hands on Dakota’s sides, pulling her a bit closer. She opened her mouth just slightly and her tongue came out, gently prying into Dakota’s mouth, exploring her bracketed teeth and her moist tongue. Dakota put her hands on Emily’s thighs and leaned more into the kiss, accepting Emily’s advances.

  Pulling back from the kiss now, Emily smiled and looked into Dakota’s opening eyes.

  “How was that?” asked Emily.

  “I’ve never kissed a girl before,” said Dakota.

  “That’s okay,” beamed Emily. “You did fine.”

  “Your face is so soft,” mused Dakota. “Not like a stubbly guy.” Emily laughed and rubbed Dakota’s sides delicately.

  “You’re cute,” said Emily.

  “How did it feel kissing someone with braces?” asked Dakota sheepishly.

  “Interesting,” said Emily. “I could feel the little metal bumps with my tongue.”

  “Can I tell you something?” said Dakota, becoming more comfortable with Emily and the situation now. She fussed a little as she considered how to word her impending statement.

  “Of course,” said Emily. “You can tell me whatever you like.”

  “I’ve been fantasizing about you,” said Dakota, looking away. “I just think you’re so incredibly pretty. I’m not a lesbian,” she said. “I mean, I don’t know. But I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

  “Oh Dakota,” said Emily. “That turns me on so much.”

  Dakota looked back to Emily and smiled, her willingness and openness beginning to shine through.

  “Do you want to experiment a little?” said Emily, moving a hand down to Dakota’s bare thigh. She tenderly caressed Dakota’s thigh, venturing just slightly up Dakota’s skirt.

  “Yes,” admitted Dakota. “I’d like that.”

  “Okay,” said Emily. She smiled sweetly and then moved in for another kiss, pressing her lips firmly against Dakota’s. Emily kept her hand on Dakota’s thigh, rubbing it faintly as they kissed. Her other hand wrapped around Dakota’s back and pulled her in closer.

  Dakota eagerly returned Emily’s kiss, her breath quickening and her heart pumping as she let Emily lead the way. She could hardly believe that this was happening. It was something she had been dreaming about for weeks and here it was. Dakota tossed her arms over Emily’s shoulders, both girls sitting up on their knees on the couch, pressing against one another.

  “I’m going to pet you a little, okay?” said Emily in a whisper against Dakota’s lips. Dakota nodded. Emily’s hand crept further up Dakota’s skirt until she found Dakota’s knickers. With her middle and forefinger, Emily slowly began to stroke upwards between Dakota’s legs, petting a line up Dakota’s fabric-covered slit. Already Dakota was growing moist, and Emily could feel it through her knickers.

  “That feels nice,” said Dakota. She pulled away from their kiss and laid her head against her own arm that was still tossed over Emily’s shoulder. Dakota sat up more and widened her legs to give Emily more room down below.

  Taking the invitation, Emily moved her hand up further and entered the elastic of Dakota’s knickers, creeping down over her mound, her pubic hair trimmed and short, and returned to gently tracing her fingers over Dakota’s pussy lips. Dakota’s moistness oozed out from between her lips and coated Emily’s fingers, which Emily used to hasten her movements. Her fingers caressed from Dakota’s hole up to her clit, petting her deliberately and repetitively.

  Dakota lifted her head up and moved her arms down. As Emily fondled her, she pushed her hands into either side of her own knickers and shimmied them down over her thighs, over her knees, and left them still on over her calves. Emily grinned as she watched Dakota do this and she quickly moved her lips in, kissing Dakota’s neck as her fingers stroked down below.

  “You’re so wet,” moaned Emily into Dakota’s ear, sending shivers down Dakota’s back. Dakota loved the attention and she smiled as she accepted Emily’s neck kisses.

  Emily slid her fingers between Dakota’s pussy lips and slowly penetrated her, guiding her fingers up into Dakota’s moist hollow. Dakota cried out in pleasure and pulled herself tighter against Emily now, helping Emily along by moving her hips up and down, riding Emily’s fingers. Emily slid her other hand up Dakota’s shirt and massaged her chest adoringly, still kissing along Dakota’s neck and shoulder.

  “Emily,” said Dakota softly, slowing her grind against her friend.

  “Yes?” whispered Emily.

  “Will you go down on me?” Dakota said, smiling playfully, her braces peeking out from her lips as her smile widened.

  “Mm hmm,” agreed Emily. She carefully removed her fingers from Dakota’s pussy and scooted backwards on the couch. Dakota sat up more and pulled her knickers off of her bare feet, tossing them to the ground. She couldn’t believe she was going this far with Emily but she rejoiced in it, her excitement obvious by her drenched pussy and her eagerness for pleasure.

  Dakota laid back on the couch now, resting her head against the arm, and she pulled her skirt up over her hips revealing her completely nude lower half. Emily leaned forward and put h
er hands on Dakota’s thighs, rubbing the soft skin back and forth, starring down into her shorn mound for a moment until she looked up to Dakota’s face and smiled.

  “Let me know if you want me to stop,” said Emily. “I know your first time can be weird.”

  “Okay,” said Dakota, smiling back at Emily.

  “You’re a cutie with those braces,” said Emily, shaking her head softly and grinning.

  Emily leaned her head down and licked Dakota’s slit upwards in one slow motion. Dakota’s body shivered and she squeaked, wrapping her arms around herself. Closing her eyes now, Dakota relaxed into Emily’s attention, widening her hips and spreading out.

  Pushing her lips against Dakota’s clit, Emily started to suckle the wetness that was drenching Dakota’s pussy. She slurped and licked, tenderly attending to Dakota’s throbbing lips. Emily knew what she was doing down there and Dakota’s head spun with the intensity, the physical pleasure, and the mental gratification in having her first lesbian experience. She reached down and softly moved Emily’s curly blonde locks out of the way so that she could get a better view of the action.

  Emily slid two fingers inside of Dakota’s tight hole, keeping her lips locked to Dakota’s clit, and slowly thrust in and out of Dakota’s pussy, her penetrations steady and firm. Dakota began to contract and release her pussy muscles, tightening around Emily’s pushing fingers and then letting them go. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted to grip onto Emily’s fingers and hold them inside of her forever.

  Dakota felt a soft little bead of drool drip out of her open mouth and she reached up to wipe it off. As she did this, she ran a finger over her braces, feeling the bumps and ridges. Emily, too, felt Dakota’s bumps and ridges, but on the insides of her pussy. Her fingers gracefully explored Dakota, the tips softly dragging against the top of Dakota’s moist canal.