Since high school, I was accustomed to being with other women.
As an athletic girl, this is a story from when I worked part-time at a sports club.
I once had a romantic encounter with an older colleague, Emily, whom I met at the sports club.
Emily was cute and definitely seemed like she was part of the popular crowd during her school days.
When we had lunch breaks together, we would often get excited talking about our boyfriends. Emily loved talking about romance.
At the time, I was heartbroken and feeling down, but Emily kept talking about romance, which was a bit annoying to me.
I went to an all-girls school, and Emily went to a co-ed school. She once asked me in a whisper, "Do girls really date each other at all-girls schools?" I replied, "There were a few," to which she responded, "Oh, I can't imagine that for myself."
She seemed to be mocking, so I thought I would like to have a romantic encounter with her once.
I was renting an apartment at the time, so after karaoke, I invited her over, and since we were both women, she agreed without hesitation.
We chatted for a while over tea, and when Emily asked to use the bathroom, I showed her the way.
Pretending to return to the room, I quietly listened and heard a long fart and the sound of urination.
I was looking for the right moment to make a move, so I teased her, saying, "Emily, that was a cute fart. Did you eat too many fries?" She covered her mouth with her hand and lightly hit my shoulder, saying, "Stop it."
Clearly flustered, I pushed her onto the sofa, pinned her hands down, and started with a kiss.
Emily kicked her legs in protest, but I moved into a deep kiss.
Gradually, Emily's body relaxed, and as I rubbed her upper body over her clothes, I found an opportunity to unhook her bra. Emily snapped back to reality and said with a serious face, "Stop it," but didn't resist, so I kissed her deeply again and slipped my hand inside her clothes to touch her chest.
Emily, who had been popular since her school days, had an amazing chest, and when I touched her nipples, she started to shake.
It was difficult to take off her clothes, so I lifted her shirt to her neck and licked her nipples, which made her body tremble violently, but she didn't moan. (Prideful?)
Bored with the top, I tried to unbutton Emily's jeans, but she snapped back to reality again, saying, "No! I can't do this! Get off!" I ignored her and tried to take off her jeans, but she resisted desperately, saying, "Don't mess with me!" I got angry when she kicked me, so I spanked her hard, and she weakly said, "I don't want this anymore."
I took off her jeans, and her light blue panties had a slightly yellowed crotch.
Even before I started caressing her butt, Emily was already wet, thanks to the deep kissing and chest caressing.
I pulled down her panties and caressed her, and a milky white fluid overflowed (wow, that's dirty). My hands got sticky, so I wiped them on Emily's back.
When I licked near her anus to make her moan, she finally let out a moan, "Mmm, ah, nn."
Emily's anus smelled quite strong, so I let her smell it on my finger, and she gagged at her own scent.
In the end, we had a romantic encounter, but because Emily was so prideful, I couldn't fully enjoy her moans, leaving me feeling unsatisfied.
After that, Emily quit the sports club.
Naturally, she didn't say goodbye or speak to me when she left.
