Lesbian Sex Story ? (UNDER THE RAIN)

When Emma left the library that evening, the weather had turned without warning. With no umbrella, she ducked into the nearest café. The interior was dim and warm, scattered with a few patrons. She settled at an empty corner table, shrugging off her damp coat. As she rearranged her books, she sensed someone approaching.

"Is this seat taken?"

The voice was soft but deliberate. She looked up and locked eyes with Sophia. Tall, brunette, her sleek black hair falling just past her shoulders. Slightly damp—she must have escaped the rain, too.

"Please," Emma said, gesturing.

As Sophia sat, Emma caught her scent: sandalwood and faint vanilla. Warm, earthy.

"Thanks. It’s turning into a storm out there," Sophia said, cradling her coffee cup between her hands.

Emma smiled. "I ran in to save my books."

They began to talk. Sophia was a newly arrived architect; Emma taught literature at the university. With each exchange, Emma felt an unfamiliar ease. Sophia’s gaze lingered, as if studying every word.

At one point, Sophia reached out, brushing a faint scar on Emma’s forearm.

"What’s this?" Her fingertip traced it lightly.

Emma shivered. "An old hobby. Paper cut from bookbinding."

Sophia dragged her thumb over the mark. "You should be more careful."

The touch stole Emma’s breath. When she looked up, Sophia wore a small, knowing smile.

Then lightning flashed—and the lights flickered out. In the dark, Sophia’s hand suddenly closed around Emma’s wrist.

"Scared?" she whispered.

Before Emma could answer, the power returned. But Sophia didn’t let go.

"Finished your coffee?" Sophia asked, tilting her head slightly.

Emma understood. "Yes."

"My place is close. We could wait out the rain."

The words were innocent. The tone wasn’t.

Outside, the downpour hadn’t eased. Sophia held her umbrella over them both, forcing Emma to step close. Their hips brushed with every step, heat bleeding through damp clothes.

The apartment was compact but stylish. As Sophia shrugged off her jacket, Emma noted the lean curve of her waist, the definition of her arms.

"Drink?" Sophia moved toward the kitchen.

"Wine, if you have it."

A smirk. "Lucky you. I prefer red."

When she passed the glass, their fingers touched. This time, neither pulled away.

"Something’s happening," Emma admitted, voice low.

Sophia set her drink down slowly. "I know."

Then—unexpected but inevitable—she cupped Emma’s jaw and kissed her. The press of lips was like the storm outside: urgent, electric, beyond control.

Sophia backed her against the wall, hands sliding under Emma’s skirt.

"Ever been with a woman before?" she murmured against her throat.

"No," Emma gasped.

Sophia smiled. "Let me teach you."

A HOT LESSON

Sophia bit Emma’s lip and growled, “So you’ve never been with a woman before.” Her hands slid down Emma’s waist, gripping hard.

Emma shivered. “No… but I’ve always wanted to.”

Sophia smirked and stepped back, slowly pulling off her shirt. Her black bra barely contained her full tits. “Then listen close, sweetheart. I’ll teach you how to eat pussy properly.”

Emma’s mouth went dry. Sophia yanked her onto the bed, stripping off her skirt. “Spread your legs,” she ordered.

Emma hesitated—then obeyed, letting Sophia rip off her panties. Completely exposed, she whimpered as Sophia eyed her dripping cunt.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Sophia murmured, dragging a finger through Emma’s wet folds. “Damn, you’re already this soaked for me?”

Emma turned her head away, but Sophia grabbed her chin. “Look at me. You wanna watch how I fuck you for the first time, don’t you?”

Then—without warning—she buried her face between Emma’s thighs.

Emma screamed, fists twisting in Sophia’s hair. “Oh God! What—what is that?!”

Sophia chuckled, tongue plunging deeper. “Relax, baby. We’re just getting started.” One hand groped Emma’s tits, pinching her stiff nipple. “Fuck, these are sensitive too.”

Emma arched her hips, grinding against Sophia’s mouth. “More—please!”

Sophia slid two fingers inside, curling them just right. “That’s it, take it. You’re such a greedy little slut, lifting your ass for me.”

Emma came with a cry, legs shaking. Sophia licked her fingers clean. “Taste fucking delicious.” Then she climbed on top, kissing Emma hard. “No dick, but my tongue’s enough to ruin you.

FINAL TOUCH

Emma's legs were still trembling as Sophia rose between them, wiping sweat from her brow with a smirk. "Lesson one's over, baby. But I've got so much more to teach you."

Panting against the sheets, Emma struggled to catch her breath. "Oh god... Can we do this all the time?" she stammered.

Sophia chuckled, stretching back over Emma's naked body. "Of course, but first we should rest a little." As her fingers trailed through Emma's hair, she whispered: "I need to confess something."

"What?"

"I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you."

Emma blushed - not from shame now, but from the hunger still coursing through her. "Me too... I touched myself thinking about you that night."

Sophia's eyes darkened. "Is that so," she murmured, sliding her hand between Emma's thighs. "Still so wet. Ready for round two?"

Emma nodded without hesitation. Sophia flipped her onto all fours, lifting her hips. "You'll love this position," she purred before dragging her tongue across Emma's asshole.

Emma screamed into the pillow as Sophia's tongue probed deeper while fingers teased her dripping pussy.

"That's it, girl. You gonna let me eat your ass too?"

Emma's moans became wordless. As Sophia's fingers plunged deeper, she added: "Next time I'll bring my toys."

And as rain continued pounding against the windows, Emma knew she'd just had the best fuck of her life.