My First Bisexual Experience: The Roller Derby Tournament
It was after our first major roller derby tournament that it happened. The team had gone to an after-party, spending time with the other teams, laughing, drinking, eating, and regaling each other with the day’s best hits, misses, and spectacular moves. I’m not much of a drinker, but I did have a drink or two due to, you know, peer pressure. As the party was breaking up, my teammate Alice elbowed me in the ribs to get my attention.
“Look!” She whispered, nodding at the corner of the room. There was Riley, my suitemate at the hotel, kissing a jammer from another team. They were really going at it. I gasped, feeling a flutter in my chest. I felt a moistening between my legs too. I glanced away, then back to the corner.
“Wow.” I said, “They are really into that kiss.” I blushed a little, derailed by my embarrassment. I was a little shocked to see it. Riley was kissing another girl. I kept making furtive glances, not wanting to seem interested.
Alice laughed. “Yeah, but that’s what happens. She has a drink and finds the hottest girl in the event and checks to see if she’s into it.” She side-eyed me, which I completely missed. “Well, almost the hottest.”
We headed back to the hotel about ten minutes later, with Alice and Riley talking about the bout and the girl Riley was kissing. Alice’s roommate Heather was catching a ride with another group who wanted to have one more shot before leaving. Riley was disappointed because the girl she was kissing had a 3-hour drive and couldn’t stick around after the party.
Back at the hotel, Riley and I made our way to our side of the suite, and I took an opportunity to grab a shower immediately. It had been a hot and sweaty bout, with little air conditioning. I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror. I’m 25 years old, 5’5” tall, with natural red hair, pale skin, and freckles across my face and chest. My body isn’t exactly what I would like, but honestly, I could find problems even if I were a supermodel. I’m about 145 lbs. I climbed into the shower and felt the heat soothe the tense muscles. I couldn’t help myself while I showered; I thought about how good it looked watching Riley make out with the jammer. I washed my hair, rinsed, and climbed out to dry off. I put on a pair of panties, a long nightshirt, and opened the door to find Riley waiting patiently outside the bathroom.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“No worries,” she grinned, “you weren’t in there for very long. I thought about knocking at one point, though; I had to pee badly, but I heard Alice come into the common area and snagged her bathroom first.” She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I glanced at the bathroom and felt a half-hearted wish that I was in there too. What is wrong with me? I thought to myself, I don’t usually get this way around anyone. I turned around and saw Riley’s bedclothes on the edge of the bed. I started to knock on the door, but then I got a little selfish. If she didn’t have her clothes in there, she might walk about with just the towel wrapped around her, or even better, naked. I felt a deep-seated uneasiness about that; it wasn’t a usual thought for me. I wondered if it was the alcohol. But it had been a couple of hours, so the alcohol should have worked through my system. I knew I had been curious about what it was like to make out with a girl, but never actually wanted to do the deed, so to speak.
After about 10 minutes of trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed so I didn’t look too uneasy, I heard the shower shut off. The door opened, and Riley came out with a towel on her hair and one wrapped around her body. Her legs looked amazing, smooth, and I could smell the vanilla-scented shampoo from across the room. Fictional adult woman, 5'5", lean athletic build, long shoulder-blade-length naturally wavy copper-red hair, vivid light green eyes, pale fair freckled skin, dense natural freckles across the nose, cheeks and forehead continuing down the neck, shoulders, upper chest and arms, softly defined cheekbones, gently arched eyebrows, naturally full lips, pretty face, subtle shy closed-mouth smile, realistic skin texture and natural body proportions. Photorealistic.
She stopped when she reached the bed and looked at me. “What?” She asked, with a smile.
I had given her the once-over, as I’ve heard my husband call it, and was busted pretty badly while doing it. I blushed and moved my eyes from her baby blues to somewhere else. Unfortunately, I chose to lock eyes on the swells of her breasts sticking out of the towel. That made me blush more, and finally I looked at the ceiling. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking and didn’t pay attention to where I was looking.”
She grinned. “I bet you weren’t. Seems like you had something on your mind. What were you thinking about?” She sat down without putting on her bed clothes. “You can tell me. I’m a pretty open girl. Let me guess, you have questions about me kissing that jammer at the party?”
“Why would I ask about that?” I scoffed, trying to sound nonchalant. “Anyone can kiss anyone else.”
“I saw you talking with Alice and staring at me while I was making out with her.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I guess…were you always into girls, or was it a spontaneous thing?”
“I’m not just into girls. I like boys too. But there’s something about a girl that gets me going. They’re badass but also soft in the right places. I guess I just tried it because there was a girl who was willing to teach, and I haven’t looked back since.” She winked. “Why do you ask? Are you curious about what it’s like to be with a girl?”
I nodded slowly, blushing furiously. I didn’t know what to say or do at this point. I opened my mouth, but she held up her hand. She didn’t say anything, just got up off her side of the bed and came over to mine. She sat down beside me, a little cleavage appearing at the top of her towel as she shifted. She leaned in and gently kissed my lips. I started to pull back, but then my body took over. My heart fluttered as I leaned into the kiss. I felt her tongue part my lips and slide against my own. I drowned in the kiss. I have no idea how long I had been kissing her before I felt her hand work its way into my damp hair. My body tensed as she held me still and forced her tongue deeper into my mouth. I put my hands up to her face, hoping to wrap my fingers into her hair, but ended up brushing her towel as I passed her ample chest. She backed off, grinned, and pulled open her towel, revealing her naked body to me.
My eyes devoured it. Her breasts were tight, firm, perky, and big. They were as big as mine. Large areolas, dime-sized nipples, and those nipples were hard. She was seriously aroused. My eyes traveled down to find her shaved like me. I looked back up to her face, and she was grinning. “I’m feeling pretty exposed, sitting here with you, and you are still not naked.”
Before I could do anything, she reached out and grabbed my nightshirt, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my panties. My breasts are not as perky, but just as big. She pushed me backward onto the bed, and I felt her breasts press against mine as she lay on top of me. I could literally feel myself soaking the panties I was still wearing. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. She kissed my neck, moving slowly down, tracing her lips on my collarbone. I closed my eyes and gasped as she did this; the pleasure of her lips on my skin was incredible. I thought fleetingly of my husband, who couldn’t have made this tournament, and how hot he would think this was. Then I fell into her passion. She had reached my breasts. She was the first woman to ever suck on my nipples. It was electric. I gasped, holding her head against me. Her teeth bit the nipple, teasing it. I felt her hand pinch and tweak my other nipple before switching her mouth to that one.
Her right hand moved down my stomach, sending butterflies through me. I shivered at her touch to my abdomen. Her hand was so close. I felt it slide down my inner thigh, then moved my panties to touch my glistening lips. I was so wet there was no resistance at all. Her fingers just slid right in. I cried out, clamping my hand over my mouth so the girls in the other room didn’t hear me. Did I just orgasm from her sliding her fingers into me? Riley did not say anything to me, just moved her body to where I needed her to go. I felt her breath on my groin, then on my heat. I shuddered in anticipation. I don’t remember feeling her pull my panties off and stare at my shaved pussy, I just exploded in orgasm when her tongue slid into it. The feeling was intense. Possibly the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. She’d barely touched her tongue to me, and I’d just cum. I felt so embarrassed that I was so wanton in this feeling, but I didn’t want her to stop; I needed more. Riley’s tongue swirled around my swollen clit, making my legs jump. I felt her move farther down and felt her tongue enter my tunnel. I orgasmed again. This one lasted almost 2 minutes. She didn’t stop what she was doing. She just kept going, making me wetter and more turned on with each thrust of her tongue.
“Shit,” I whispered when she finally came up for air. She had moisture all over her lips, chin, and nose. I got the urge to kiss her and taste me on her lips and tongue. I’ve never really wanted to do that before, nor have I ever tried my own juices before, and while I didn’t find it very hot, kissing my own wetness from her lips seemed to make her really hot and bothered. She rolled off and lay on her back beside me, inviting me to explore her body. I wasn’t sure I was ready to reciprocate eating her out, but I wanted to suck those awesome tits. I took my time, starting at her neck. I inhaled the smell of vanilla from her hair as I brushed my lips down her throat. I put my hand on her neck and just under her chin, squeezing gently. She gasped and shifted a little beneath me. I moved down to her collarbone and then lower. My lips wrapped around a nipple, and I felt her body tense and shudder as I sucked. I pinched and pulled the other nipple while I teased the first with my tongue. My fingers found her moist area and slid in just as easily as hers had done to mine. She gasped, shuddered, and had an orgasm. I felt her walls clamp onto my fingers.
“Fuck it,” I thought to myself. I kissed down her stomach and found her legs spread. I looked up, and our eyes met. She was pleading with me to do it. Practically begging me to do it. I watched her face as I lowered my own and my tongue punched into her, tasting the tang and smelling her musky scent. Her eyes flew wide open, and she grabbed my hair as my tongue swirled up and circled her clit. Her legs jumped, and she orgasmed again. I felt her moisture wash over my face. I grabbed her thighs and held her to me, feeling her legs twitch and buck, and she thrashed around. I couldn’t hear very well, but I think she was loud. Her legs were pressed against my head, and my ears were covered. I stayed there for a while, licking her. I slid a finger in next to my tongue and felt her orgasm again. I’m not sure why I did it, but she loved it. After another minute, I felt her hand push my head away, and I rolled over, gasping. She was panting hard, her hair sweaty and her skin flushed. We both lay there, panting and calming down. She leaned over me and tasted her own juices on my lips. I understood why she got turned on. It was really hot, and I didn’t know why.
“Wow,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “That was intense. I’ve never done that before.”
Riley smiled, reaching for my hand. “How are you feeling otherwise?”
I thought about my husband. We’d fantasized about it in the bedroom, but I always felt like I was too scared to do it. “I’m a little concerned about my husband. I don’t think he’ll mind, but I do think he’s going to be very upset because he missed this. I think he would have really liked this a lot. I wonder if he’ll believe me that this just happened or if he thinks I’m just putting him on.”
“You could send him a picture.” When I glanced at her, she said, “I told you, I’m into boys too. I’d even be okay with letting him watch or having him join in next time. I mean, if you want to have a next time, that is.” She suddenly looked embarrassed and nervous. “I wouldn’t mind a next time.”
I nodded, taking out my phone. I moved close to her and held my phone up to take a photo. She smiled and cupped my breast with her hand as the photo snapped, then took my nipple in her mouth while I snapped another. A final photo was taken of her and me kissing each other. “Wish…you…were...here.” I typed. I also told him about what Riley and I had just done. I hit send, lay back, and waited for his response. I was a little concerned he would be hurt and say I cheated, but I thought he would probably respond with interest when the reply came in. There was a knock at the door to our suite, and I heard Alice with Heather on the other side.
“Hey,” Heather said. “What’s all the ruckus about?”
“Yeah,” Alice echoed the sentiment. “How come you two get to have all the fun?”
I looked over at Riley, who was smiling, still panting, and noticed she was masturbating. I watched her fingers rub just above her clit, and she winked at me.
“Should we let them in?” she asked with a knowing smile.
My phone beeped, and I looked at the message. It was a picture of his cock, rock hard, and a message that said, Next time, maybe put me on FaceTime?
“Wow,” Riley said, “that’s a good-looking cock. I bet you look good sucking it. I’d definitely suck it after he fucked you, or even while he was fucking you.” She was looking at my phone, which I hadn’t even bothered to hide because I was so interested in what he had to say. “Hang on,” she called to Heather and Alice. “I’m coming.”
“I know,” we heard Alice say as Riley climbed to her feet, swaying a little after all the exertion. “We heard you all the way in our room. We brought some toys!”
To Be Continued…
