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Emma was deep in studying when her phone dinged. She ignored it and kept focusing on the communications textbook in front of her. Finals were coming up this week and she had to be prepared or she’d lose her scholarship. Then her phone dinged again. And again. Annoyed, she rolled over and looked at her phone. She had three dating app notifications. This was what was so distracting?
She was going to ignore the messages but it was a Saturday and she hadn’t seen anyone in a long time. With low hopes, she unlocked her phone and opened the app. The first notification was that she had matched with someone; the second was a pair of messages from that woman for Emma.
The profile was for that of a 35-year-old woman. Her name was Kate and, judging by her profile pictures, she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was tall and her arms and chest were heavily tattooed with bright ink; her red hair reached just past her shoulder blades and in each photo, her breasts were struggling to bust out of her top. Kate’s bio described her as a lawyer who was extremely busy and had a hard time making connections in person. She was a fan of rock music, B-tier horror films and craft beer.
“Hey Emma, what are you up to tonight?” and a second message: “…if that isn’t too forward of me.”
Emma could feel herself getting warm with excitement already. It had been a long time since the young grad student had been on a date and never with a woman so much older.
“Hey Kate, I’m free tonight but I was probably going to watch a movie and get a bottle of wine. What are you up to?”
It didn’t take long for Kate to message Emma back, much to the grad student’s delight. Even better was what the message said.
“I’m always down for a night in! Do you want to come over around 7? That gives me enough time to straighten up and grab a bottle of something nice.”
“It’s a date!” Emma texted back before looking at the time on her phone. It was 4:30. It would take her about 20 minutes to drive to Kate’s, which meant she had about two hours to get ready. She happily closed her textbook and poker oyna headed to the bathroom.
Emma was standing in her room naked, skin as smooth as the day she was born, at 5:45 when she got a text from Kate. It was a photo of a nice bottle of Chardonnay with the caption “Can’t wait to see you.”
After going through every piece of underwear in her room, Emma settled on a black dress, black panties and no bra. The dress was short, leaving little to the imagination; the grad student knew exactly why she was being asked to come to her date’s house for their first meeting.
As she finished her makeup, she surveyed herself in the mirror. Her messy brown hair reached a few inches past her shoulders, matching the color of her eyes. C-cup breasts pushed out of the top of the dress and she wore subtle makeup.
Thoughts of Kate danced through Emma’s mind as she drove over to her date’s house, which was in a significantly nicer part of the city than the one that Emma lived in. When she pulled up, she had to take a second to calm her surprise: Kate lived in one of the nicest and newest buildings in town!
She texted Kate that she was there and a woman stepped out of the lobby. Kate was stunning in person, standing at what Emma estimated to be just under six feet tall with long dirty blonde hair. She wore a loose-fitting black skirt and a Joy Division T-shirt.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Did you dress up just for me?”
Emma blushed. Kate’s voice was raspy, warm and playful and her pussy responded enthusiastically. She just stammered, her mind fixated on what Kate’s voice would sound like as a moan.
“Something got your tongue?” she asked. “Why don’t you come upstairs and we’ll get you loosened up.”
Emma nodded enthusiastically as Kate took her hand. It turned out that she had a first-floor apartment so there wasn’t much walking needed. Kate’s living room was small, with most of the space occupied by two sofas and a coffee table, both facing a TV.
“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll get us some wine?”
Emma smiled. “That sounds great!”
She canlı poker oyna sat down on the sofa and Kate sat next to her just a moment later. She poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Emma. As she pressed play on the remote control, she turned to Emma.
“So, what are you getting your master’s in?”
“Public health,” Emma said. “I want to use it to work on the opioid crisis…” she began to say, but she realized immediately that Kate was already losing interest. Her long, thin fingers were already running up Emma’s thigh and her hand pushed Emma’s legs apart. She let out a soft moan and Kate was on her, kissing her and ripping the top of her dress down.
As Kate sucked on Emma’s nipples, the young woman reached between Kate’s legs and found her hand on a half-hard penis. Kate moaned loudly and Emma, much to her own surprise, felt a visceral reaction between her legs.
“Undress. Now,” Kate ordered.
Emma, still confused and now hornier than she knew was possible, didn’t need to be told twice. She peeled the black dress off her body and stood in front of Kate wearing nothing but sheer black panties.
Kate stood in front of Emma and pushed her onto the sofa, where the grad student landed with a soft “oof.” Looking at her prey on the sofa, Kate slipped her t-shirt over her head and unclipped the lacy black bra she wore, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts were round and firm, each nipple hard enough to cut glass. She turned around and faced Emma, bending over and slowly working her skirt down her ass. Emma’s mouth hung open as the sculpted, round ass came into view.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
“You like what you see?” Kate asked, turning to face Emma again.
“So much,” Emma said. “You’re so hot.”
Kate walked over to the sofa and stood over Emma, kissing her hard on the mouth and reaching between the young girl’s legs. She rubbed Emma’s mound through her panties, feeling the growing wetness soak through the material. Emma bucked her hips upward, her moans becoming increasingly more urgent.
“Please, internet casino Kate,” she whimpered. “Please.”
Kate smiled and moved her kisses from Emma’s lips to her neck and then to her nipples. As she sucked on them, giving both equal attention, she slipped her hand into Emma’s panties and began to rub her clit. Kate’s fingers glided over the younger woman’s skin and her moans became animalistic
“Good girl,” Kate cooed. “Good girl, cum for me.”
That was all it took. Emma began thrashing around and her moans became shrieks; her whole body shook as an orgasm raked through her. As Emma lay there panting, she watched Kate take off her panties and her heart began to race anxiously. The older woman’s cock was not small, at least to her inexperienced mind.
“K-K-Kate… I’m a lesbian. I don’t know how to do this,” she said nervously.
Kate laughed as she pulled Emma’s panties off and began to stroke her cock.
“Honey, you’re still a lesbian. This is going to be fun.”
Emma opened her mouth to speak again, but Kate pushed her fingers into her partner’s mouth, eliciting another moan from Emma.
“I’ll teach you more in the morning. Just enjoy this,” she said as she placed the tip of her hard cock at the entrance to Emma’s pussy.
She went slowly, giving Emma time to adjust to the new sensation. Her pussy gripped Kate’s penis with excitement and she moaned at the new sensation.
“Aw, good girl. You’re such a fast learner,” Kate praised the obedient bottom. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my girl cum.”
Kate sped up, wrapping a hand around Emma’s pale throat as she felt a familiar tingling in her balls. She didn’t offer Emma any warning, just continued to thrust harder as she approached the point of no return.
“Oh, you’re such a good fucking girl, Emma. I’m gonna—ugh.”
Kate lost her words as her body tensed up and Emma felt the older woman’s hot seed erupt inside of her. She kept bucking her hips against Kate’s cock even after it stopped spasming, relishing the new feeling.
Eventually Kate went soft and she fell backwards onto the sofa. Emma laid down on top of her, kissing the older woman on the lips.
“You have a lot of teaching to do,” she whispered in Kate’s ear as she lightly fondled her cock. “So much teaching.”
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