Am I a slut? Pt1

When I met her, my life changed forever.

It all began one July night in Texas. My buddies and I had been celebrating my 21st birthday at a bar, and the laughter was louder than the music. The heat remained in the air. We'd reserved hotel rooms nearby solely for the pool, knowing the heat would be punishing. Somewhere between the rounds at the bar, I realized a hard truth: I'm not the friendliest drunk. My friends drifted off one by one, leaving me at the bar. Frustrated, I staggered outside and sat on the curb, considering my alternatives. Is it safer to walk back to the hotel or take the Uber?
That’s when she appeared.
A stunning brunette with dark, flowing hair and eyes that seemed to hold secrets. She sat beside me, close enough for me to catch the delicate, intoxicating trace of her perfume.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” she said softly, her voice equal parts warning and temptation. “You never know what kind of creeps could come around. I'm Honey." She said offering her hand. I took her hand in mine,"Samantha" I said, though my attention was caught somewhere between her words and the warmth of her presence. I’d never admitted to myself that I could be drawn to someone like her—but there was something magnetic, undeniable.

We talked in that brief slice of time, words spilling easily as if we already knew each other. When my Uber finally pulled up, she leaned in with a playful smile and asked for my phone. Without hesitation, I handed it over.
“Just so you don’t forget me,” she whispered, as she typed her number in.
And with that grin of hers, I knew this was only the beginning.
I didn't call her back for a week. I don't want to seem like I had no life. But I did think about her. Wondering what she was doing. Wondering exactly what the secrets behind her eyes were. I decided it's been long enough to make me not look too desperate. I dialed the number of trembling hands and when she picked up her voice carried sound that I missed. After a brief chat, we decided that she wanted go shopping.
After numerous outfit changes to create the impression that I was effortlessly stylish, I met her at the mall. She arrived in a black sundress that flowed around her tight body just enough to show her figure. We went shopping, and it felt as though she had been my best friend for years. Everything was so effortless with her.
Entering a small store, she discovered a sundress, picked it up, and held it against me.
"This is very cute," she remarked. I had never liked a dress before, so I simply nodded. However, she insisted, "Go try it on!"
I took the dress from her hands and approached the counter to request the key for the dressing room. As I reached the dressing room, her pleading gaze bore into me. "Why don't I just come in so I can see it on you? It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before. We're both girls."
I swallowed hard and nodded. She followed me into the dressing room. I locked the door and turned to face the wall. As I removed my shirt, I reached for the sundress. But she came up behind me and halted my reach.
"You know you have a great body," she said, leaning towards my bra strap. "Sundresses are meant to make you feel free." She continued as she unhooked my bra. I felt her hands glide around my body, massaging my breasts. "You have great breasts," she commented. I stood there frozen, relishing the sensation. I could feel my hips responding to her body, biting my lip. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress my arousal. She seized the moment and moved down to my pants, beginning to unhook them. Without thinking, I assisted her and pulled off my pants. She turned me to face her and grinned. "Take off your underwear," she commanded.
I still can't figure out why I removed my underwear. Perhaps it was something in her voice.. I was aware of what was about to happen, yet I complied with her instructions. I placed my underwear atop my pants on the floor. Honey turned me around completely, taking in every detail. My breaths were shallow and unsteady. I desired her. But I was conditioned to suppress such thoughts. Growing up, I was taught that loving someone of the same gender was wrong. She knelt before me and delicately parted my p**** lips with her tongue. Instinctively, I opened my legs wider to grant her better access. It began gently. A soft lick, a gentle rub.. A moan slipped from my lips. That was all Honey needed to understand. She plunged in, devouring my p****. Licking and nibbling on my lips, her tongue darted in and out as she pulled my body closer to her face. I placed my hands on the back of her head, leaning against the wall to maintain my balance. I rocked back and forth. I closed my eyes again and lifted one leg, granting her even better access. I craved this, I needed it. I began to thrust my hips against her face, yearning for more depth. She complied, pushing her tongue deeper into me, driving me wild. I gripped the back of her head as waves of pleasure coursed through me with each orgasm. Finally, she stood up, licking her lips. I gazed at her while leaning against the wall, trying not to dissolve into a puddle. My legs trembled, and my breath quickened. She leaned in and kissed my lips. I could taste myself on her. She took the sundress and handed it to me. "Nothing underneath," she commanded. I nodded and pulled it over my head. She removed the price tag and gathered my clothes, tucking my undergarments into my shirt to keep them hidden. We made our way to the register. I felt lightheaded but followed Honey closely. She paid for my sundress and placed my clothes in a bag.
Realizing I was still in a fog, Honey grasped my hand and guided me out of the store. She chattered away as if nothing had occurred. Her voice felt foreign while I replayed the dressing room incident in my mind. We found ourselves in the food court, ordering drinks and settling at a table. I fiddled with my straw, pressing my legs together, feeling incredibly exposed without any underwear or a bra. Honey observed me as I shifted my weight, trying to conceal myself better.
"You have a body that deserves to be seen by the world," she remarked, moving to the chair beside me.
"Th..thanks," I stammered, my cheeks flushing.
Honey's gaze swept across the food court, resembling a bird on the hunt. When she spotted three men who appeared to be in their mid-20s, she nudged me. "Ready to have some fun?" she beamed. As if he could hear her, one of the men settled at the table opposite us. Honey locked eyes with him, smiling and licking her lips. He scrutinized her, the desire in his gaze potent enough to ignite a flame. She slightly parted her legs, allowing him a glimpse up her dress while ensuring no one else noticed. The man slouched in his chair for a better view. She glanced at me and chuckled. "I’m not wearing any underwear either," she revealed. I pressed my legs tightly together, the thought sending a rush of arousal through me.
She softly placed her hand on my bare knee, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through my body. "Part your legs, give them a show," she whispered sweetly. As if her words were a secret code, I spread my legs, offering the strangers a glimpse of my bare mound. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath and avoid becoming even more aroused.
Honey continued to flirt from a distance with the guys while I gripped the table, striving to maintain a calm demeanor. She broke my concentration with a gentle kiss on my neck. I exhaled shakily as her lips traveled up to my ear.
"We should take this to my house," she purred. This was a start of my new life.

Part 2 coming soon