Her First Time
<> (18 years or older please)
Daria sat in the corner of the neon-lit bar, sipping her drink nervously.
Daria was, although she wouldn't admit it herself, a very shapely, seventeen year old, magenta scaled dragoness. She was wearing baggy street sweepers and a loose button shirt.
The bar she was in, The Red Pussycat, was a respectable place, though its patrons were...different.
Daria watched the furrs dancing in the centre of the barroom to some throbbing techno, and at the groups of them standing or sitting at tables and talking.
All of them were female. Daria swallowed, keeping her tail and wings wrapped close to her. Part of her wanted to join in, to say hello, but she was just too shy...
'Hey, are you okay?' a soothing voice said a while after Daria turned back to the bar, head low.
Daria swivelled around on her barstool to see a tall, busty giraffe standing there, drink in hand and a warm smile on her face. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. Dari found her eye drawn to her wagging tail, swinging around her firm, wide hips.
'Do you mind if I sit here?' the giraffe asked. 'My name's Phoebe, by the way.'
'Umm, sure...I'm Daria' Daria stuttered, her heart pounding in her chest.
Phoebe sat down lightly, looking Daria up and down. 'Ah, I know your type...' she said sagely.
'My type?' Daria frowned.
'Yeah. You sit in the corner like this because, well, I'll be frank, you ain't sure about your...sexuality yet, are you?' Phoebe said kindly, her brown eyes staring deep into Daria's green eyes until the dragoness look away sheepishly.
'No, I still don't know if I'm...gay or not...' Daria sighed after a long pause.
'Hmm, I thought I hadn't seen you here before...' Phoebe saw Daria's downcast expression. 'What's up?'
'N...nothing...'
'Oh, it's obviously something, girl. Tell me about it, I'm a good listener,' Phoebe grinned, flicking her ears.
'Umm...I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago...' Daria mumbled. 'I, like, told him I wasn't physically attracted to him...so I thought I'd come here to see if...' Daria trailed off, looking at Phoebe, her magenta scales blushing a deeper red.
'If you were lesbian?' Phoebe finished. Daria nodded, smiling meekly. 'That's okay, Daria. I felt the same way you did, when I found out about myself.'
'Really?'
'M-hm,' Phoebe leaned forwards and whispered into Daria's ear frill. 'I could help you find out...'
Daria felt her heart leap at the giraffe's words. Phoebe smiled when she leaned back and saw the dragoness's reaction.
'You...you'd help me?'
'Oh yes,' Phoebe winked, smiling.
***
The Red Pussycat had, in the back, a selection of soundproofed rooms, each one containing a circular table with a semi-circle shaped sofa around it, facing the door. The one Phoebe had lead Daria too had soft yellow lighting.
For about an hour before they had talked, had a few drinks, and danced. Well, Phoebe had danced, and Daria had watched, various emotions conflicting in her head as the giraffe gyrated about the dance floor. Daria had explained to Phoebe about how lonely she felt after leaving her boyfriend, and how she felt the simple need to be with someone, to hold them and have them hold her. Phoebe had told Daria of these back rooms, and, almost shyly, asked Daria if she would like to go into one and "find out" exactly what she was sexually.
Phoebe sat on the sofa, looking up at Daria, patting the space next to her.
'In your own time, honey, I won't rush you or force you to do anything you don't want to,' Phoebe smiled.
Daria sat nervously next to the giraffe, still keeping her wing and tail close to her. Phoebe shuffled closer, resting her mottled right arm over Daria's shoulders, and holding her other paw. Daria kept looking to and from the table to Phoebe's beautiful eyes, breathing slowly.
'It's okay to be nervous,' Phoebe whispered, her muzzle very close to Daria's. Phoebe kissed Daria suddenly, a simple touching of lips, before drawing away again. Daria's tense form loosened a little and she relaxed slightly next to Phoebe, turning her head to look the giraffe over, her gaze straying around Phoebe's chest and thighs.
Phoebe moved her right arm around Daria's waist slowly, stroking her left paw along Daria's thigh. Daria shifted to face Phoebe, hugging the giraffe's midriff with her arms. They kissed again, this time longer, Phoebe's long black tongue twining with Daria's serpentine, forked tongue.
Daria broke the kiss when she realised what her paws were doing. One of them had strayed to Phoebe's firm ass and the other was fondling one of her breasts!
'I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-'
'Shh shh shh...' Phoebe murred, putting her finger on Daria's mouth. 'Its okay, its okay...I like it.'
The pair kissed again, drawing closer to each other, Daria gently running her paws over Phoebe's body and feeling the giraffe to the same to her. Daria vaguely noted how Phoebe never pushed too hard or took control, instead gently leading her and letting her try things. Daria leaned back, pulling Phoebe with her until they were lying on the curved sofa, Phoebe on top. Daria hugged Phoebe close, enjoying the feeling of the giraffe's breasts pressing up to her own, and she murred into their kiss.
Phoebe brought her legs up into a kneel, her knees either side of Daria's waist, and started stroking her paws up and down Daria's sides, growing closer to her chest.
Daria gasped when Phoebe cupped Daria's breasts tenderly. 'If you want to stop, just say so, I won't mind,' Phoebe smiled. 'Why do you were such baggy clothes anyway? You have a gorgeous body; you shouldn't hide it away like this...'
Daria grinned meekly, blushing and running one paw down Phoebe's spine and over the curve of her ass. As Phoebe slowly massaged her breasts, Daria started kissing her again, their tongues coiling around each other, Daria feeling Phoebe's ass.
Daria seemed entranced by Phoebe's sultry form, she felt, no, she needed to touch more of the giraffe's body. Her paws, almost of their own accord, started being more adventurous.
Her right slipped over Phoebe's back under the belt of her jeans and onto one of her perfect butt cheeks, and the other slid up her back under her shirt, moving slowly around to Phoebe's chest. Daria was surprised, and very aroused, to find that apart from the t-shirt and jeans Phoebe was wearing absolutely nothing else.
Phoebe murred as Daria's paw cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it lightly under her tight shirt. Phoebe slowly ran her paws down over Daria's stomach, lifted her shirt up and slowly moved them back up, fondling Daria's breasts through her bra.
'Ooh, a front-loader...' Phoebe smiled as he felt the plastic clip on the bra between Daria's breasts.
Daria whined when Phoebe took her hands away and sat up, kneeling over her waist. Teasingly, Phoebe started taking her t-shirt off, pulling it slowly up over her head, letting her tits bounce slightly and throwing it aside onto the table. Daria's heart pounded in her chest as Phoebe lay back down on her, moving her paws back under her shirt.
'Can I take it off?' Phoebe whispered. Daria murred and nodded after a few seconds thought and hesitation. Daria started unbuttoning her shirt.
Daria shyly opened her shirt as Phoebe succeeded in fumbling with the clip, parting her bra. With her shirt and bra out of the way, Phoebe lay back onto Daria, kissing her deeply again.
Daria gasped as Phoebe lay on her again, their bare breasts pressing against each other, feeling the giraffe's short silky fur brush lightly over her scales. As both of Phoebe's paws gripped her ass, Daria slid her other paw under Phoebe's belt, stroking her hips and ass, her paws going slowly around to the front of Phoebe's hips.
Phoebe gently broke the kiss but didn't sit up, gazing at Daria with half-closed eyes. 'Y'know, I thought we were going to just make out, not that I'm complaining,' she said teasingly.
'You want me to stop?' Daria mumbled, taking her paws out of Phoebe's jeans.
'Oh, no, darling...the question is, are you sure you want to go on with this?'
'I...Um, I really, really like you, Phoebe...and I feel like I just have to be with you...so yes,' Daria said quietly. 'I...think I want you...' she whispered.
Phoebe move forwards and whispered in Daria's ear frill 'And I...want you to, Daria. Nobody's ever made me feel like this before...'
They started kissing again, more passionately this time, murring. Phoebe's left paw left Daria's breasts and slid slowly down her stomach until it rubbed over Daria's crotch through her baggy trousers. Daria moaned but didn't flinch or push Phoebe away, instead spreading her legs.
Phoebe took the invitation and slipped her paw under Daria's belt and started rubbing the dragoness's mound, only Daria' panties in between Phoebe's paw and her slit. Daria moaned again, her hips starting to rock band and forth to Phoebe's caress. Daria slowly moved one of her paws, keeping the other gripping the giraffe's ass, and slid it down between Phoebe's thighs until her fingers came to soft, slightly wet folds of flesh. Phoebe bucked a little and moaned with Daria as the dragoness shyly explored the giraffe's wet slit.
Phoebe sat up and kneeled again, slowly taking her paws away from Daria. Phoebe gently but firmly took Daria's paw out of her jeans. 'Don't worry, this won't take long,' Phoebe smiled when she saw Daria's expression.
Phoebe unbuckled her belt and took it off, tossing it on the table with her shirt. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her fly, and, very slowly, started to pull her jeans down. Licking her lips, she brought her jeans halfway down her thighs and removed her paws, exposing her wet pussy to Daria. Daria thought her heart might burst out of her chest, the way it was pounding in excitement, as Phoebe lay back down on her, letting Daria put her paws back to where they were.
Phoebe murred as Daria rubbed her fingers over her wet cunt, letting the dragoness feel all the folds of pink skin. Daria gasped as Phoebe squeezed her mound gently, tugging at her panties. Daria took her paws away from Phoebe's ass and pussy and quickly undid the buckle on her belt, squirming to get her trousers down. Phoebe helped, pulling Daria's trousers down past her knees.
Daria moaned again, fondling Phoebe's breasts and now dripping cunt, slipping her fingers inside and feeling her wet walls, making the giraffe groan and pant. Phoebe, smiling, crawled backwards away from Daria until her muzzle was above her panties and started nuzzling them, kissing the soft fabric, her own paw moving to her cunt.
Daria breathed faster, her heart pumping, as waves of pleasure rolled up from her crotch. Phoebe reached up and squeezed one of Daria's breasts as she used her long tongue to pull down her panties, her lips brushing against Daria's sensitive flesh.
Daria arched her back and mewled as Phoebe kissed her cunt, running her tongue up and down her slit. Daria grasped her free tit and rubbed her nipple, feeling Phoebe do the same to her other breast.
Daria bucked as Phoebe slipped her tongue into Daria's pussy, the taper of it stretching her inners walls and her lips tickling her clit and folds outside. Daria yelped and mewled as the giraffe thrust her long tongue in and out of her now dripping wet cunt, lapping up Daria's juices. Daria felt warm drafts of air from the giraffe's muzzle, she could feel Phoebe's pleasure mounting too as she writhed over her legs.
Daria's thoughts melted away as she descended under a pink fog of pleasure, hips rocking up to Phoebe's tongue. Her tongue slid deeper with each thrust, and Daria rubbed her breast harder as she neared the edge. She barely acknowledged the loud, long yowls of ecstasy she was making.
As Phoebe's tongue dived deeper it brushed her cervix, and her lips rubbed over her clit Daria let loose a long, loud moan as she came, her pussy dripping a steady flow of her juices, which Phoebe eagerly lapped up. Daria suddenly came again as Phoebe gave a huge suck on her pussy, pulling the dragoness's folds into her mouth. Daria heard a short, high gasp as the giraffe came soon after.
The dragoness lay still in her afterglow, Phoebe crawling up to meet her muzzle again, giving short kisses, the giraffe fondling her breasts. Daria noticed one of her paws was slick with her cum.
'You came too?' Daria murred between gasps. She could feel the dampness of Phoebe's pussy on her own.
'Sure did...I couldn't keep my finger's outta there with the noises you were making...' Phoebe grinned as Daria blushed. 'So...how'd you find it?'
Daria cuddled and kissed before saying. 'It was...wonderful, Phoebe...thank you so much...'
'Same back to you, honey.'
They kissed and felt each other for a few more minutes until Phoebe sat up. 'As much as we'd like to, we can't stay here forever. They have to close sometime.'
Daria sat up next to Phoebe, slowly and reluctantly dressing herself. Phoebe cheekily gave her sex a quick, gentle brush before she pulled her panties back up. They left the Red Pussycat, arm in arm, Phoebe waving bye to her friends and the bartender.
Outside they kissed again under the light of a streetlamp.
'What're we gonna do now?' Daria murred, cuddling her new girlfriend.
'Well...' Phoebe smiled teasingly. 'We could go back to my flat if you like...'