She Danced Into My Fairytale – The Conclusion of a Baby Bi-Girl’s First Time

by Jungle Jane

DEAREST READERS, JUNGLE JANE RETURNS WITH THE CONCLUSION OF THE TRUE STORY OF A BABY BI-GIRL’S FIRST TIME WITH A FEMALE LOVER.  IF YOU MISSED THE FIRST THREE PARTS OF THIS INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL AND EROTIC STORY, PLEASE CLICK ON ONE OF THESE LINKS TO CATCH UP: PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE.  XOXOXOX BLISS WARRIOR

The ballerina and I lay entangled in the tall grass. Her orgasm still pulsating off her skin and penetrating mine. Listening to our racing hearts beat in, what felt like unison, we breathed the fresh Hawaiian breeze that rushed over our sun soaked bodies and relaxed.  My wondering, ever fantasizing mind had been silenced in the zen of actualization.  I had just made love to a woman for the first time and it was just how I imagined it to be. Incredible.

She kissed me.  She sat up and gazed at my body.  She stretched out on her side with her face at near my knees and her ass in my face.  She pushed my knee to the side to explore my sex deeper with her eyes.  “Yours looks just like mine,” she said in amazement.

“Can I,” she asked with bashful eyes.

“You can if you would like,” I said with my legs still open.  She smiled and spread my lips apart with nervous fingers to see the pretty pink glisten in a way she had never seen before.  She asked me how I like to masturbate.  I described to her my love for the vibration.  She oh-so-gently slid her finger up and down in my juice.  I could feel her hesitation in the feather lightness of her touch.  I found it sweet.  I found her stretched out body beside me completely irresistable.  I pulled her hip toward me so she rolled onto her stomach.  She felt exposed on her stomach as I made room between her legs for my hand. Her shy giggles turned to sweet feminine moans when my finger found its way to her wettest spot and my tongue began to follow.  The sounds that came out her, had me melting into her.

Meanwhile, our elder sisters were napping just a few feet away under the tree.  We heard them rustle as they were waking from their naps, so I paused.  She pressed her ass into the air, pushing my finger deeper inside.  We heard the ladies again and we both laughed as she flipped onto her back, keeping my finger inside her.  She pulled me down to her face to kiss my lips and roll around with me in the grass, laughing.  Girls are good at laughing.

We smiled at each other and crawled back to the tree where we smoked a joint with our girlfriends and painted toenails.  When the picnic was over, the ballerina and I hugged tightly, kissed, and walked our separate ways….back home to the men that we love.

My man could see that I was glowing when I walked through the door.  He asked me in a half cocked smile from across the room, “Did you just kiss Sasha?”  I smiled and nodded my head yes.  He smiled and walked over to me.  “Did you do anything else with her?”  I smiled and nodded my head yes.  He stood tall in front of me and grabbed me by my waist and asked, “Did you just have sex with Sasha?”  I smiled and nodded my head yes.  He let go of me abruptly, walked to the bed, took his clothes off and made himself comfortable.  In a serious tone of voice he said, “I want you to come tell me every single detail.”

I walked slowly over to him, taking my clothes off along the way, recalling every single detail starting from the moment my lips touched her nipple.  By the time I was to the part where she came in my mouth, he was bringing me to the part where I splash my bliss all over his face. “Did Sasha make you do that,” he asked with a sexy, devilish grin.  I smiled and shook my head no.  Tingling in my skin, I finally understood that male satisfaction when you make a woman come.  It’s a powerful, penetrating feeling and I’m hooked….on giving and receiving. I climbed on top of my man and took him inside me so he could feel just how thankful I am for his understanding and good, sweet love.

The next day I saw the ballerina at the waterfalls.  She gently explained in so many words that yesterday was all that we would have.  She felt that she had gone outside of her relationship with her man and while the experience was something she will treasure forever, she should not do it again.  She was honest with her man and he was ok with it, but she shouldn’t do it again.  “We could fall in love,” she said in such an airy Aires voice.  Then she snapped dropped back to earth and said, “Besides, I’m not bisexual.  That’s more your thing.”

I knew that she wasn’t where I was with her understanding of herself or her relationship with her man.  As much as my physical side ached to hear her say what she said; I respected her decision.  She wanted to remain friends and we tried, but our physical attraction to each other made it hard to focus.  We had one last dance and kiss at the end of that intense week.  The next morning, she packed up and moved away.  Just like that.  She came and went.

I felt shitty thinking about how long it might be before I got to experience something magical like that again.  Little did I know the universe was just warming me up.

XOXOXOXO
JUNGLE JANE

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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER BLOGS FROM JUNGLE JANE:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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