My recent girl/girl experience with a smoking hot redhead I met on Tinder...just wanted to share :) [f/f] | 2016

This is a story about a girl I hooked up with who I met off of Tinder recently. It's not perfect grammar. Not literotica. It was just awesome and I really wanted to tell someone about it. True story.

How would I describe her? How else do you describe a South Philly girl other than with the Goretti story.

Back in 2003, a flasher had been hiding in a van outside of St. Maria Goretti's High School for Girls in South Philadelphia exposing himself to students. So what did these high school girls do? They ran after him, uniforms and all, chased him down, and kicked his ass. South Philly girl is a flavor, an attitude.

So that’s how I describe Mary Kate. Her real name isn’t Mary Kate but there’s enough Mary Kates and Kathleens within a twenty mile radius of where I’m sitting that it might as well be. I warn you though. Don’t mess with Mary Kates unless you know exactly what you’re doing. They’re all fire.

Anyway, I hear these horror stories about people meeting on Tinder who don’t look like their picture but this girl was drop dead gorgeous. Prettier than her picture. Plus I have a thing for sassy redheads from Philly. We’re fun people. You should try it.

I ran down the stairs when I got her message saying she was outside. I was kind of drunk so I think I fell down the first flight but what was important was that I didn't spill the drink I made for her (vodka and pineapple juice) and I didn't lose the mini-vibe I had stashed on my person. I honestly don’t know what I thought was gonna happen. Let me just lure this stranger into my apartment with alcohol and sex toys because that’s fucking normal, sure. Much like the pocket rocket I had stuffed away in my bra, my creep level was operating at full battery, but this is what pussy does to people like me. It makes me dumb and holy fuck was this the kind of girl that makes you forget your own name.

I opened the front door and looked around before I heard my phone vibrate. I glanced down at my phone. Stop playing with your hair. Fuck. I was playing with my hair, wasn’t I? I was nervous. This wasn’t the first time I had ever been with a girl, but the circumstances in those cases were much different. Now there was anticipation. There had been some slight courting. Some texting, flirting even, and my brain was so infected with the promise of pussy at this point that I wasn’t even sure words were coming out of my mouth when I finally saw her face.

“Hey!” Beaming. Big ass ear to ear grin. I was a kid in a mother fucking babe candy shop. 5’6 thin 120 lbs maybe but twenty of that had to be split between each tit. Gorgeous shiny curly red hair, sparkly green eyes, tan, flawless skin with just a hint of some freckles under her eyes, did I mention her huge full round bouncy tits? Amazing boobs. Seriously. Tight blue halter top, jean shorts, and flip flops. “Hey girl," she said.

Things get a little hazy after that for a bit. We sat on my bedroom floor against the bed. There was a lot of talking. Things Philly girls talk about. I asked her if she wanted a piece of gum. We had a gum cracking contest. She won. It didn't matter. I wanted her.

I asked her her favorite song. She told me “Me & Bobby McGee”. The Casanova that I am I got up and put on Janis Joplin radio on Pandora cuz I’m so smooth. I really wanted to touch her boobs at this point you have no idea, but it’s different with women. You have to take your time. Go slow. Get to know each other and shit. I have no doubt my eagerness was written all over my face, but she was a good sport about it. I reached over to touch her a few times and leaned in for a kiss once or twice, but she kept leaning away and smiling and kept talking. I didn't mind. She could read me the fucking phone book she was so hot.

I can’t tell you if I finally said the right thing (doubtful), or if she finally felt comfortable, or the right song came on, but finally she leaned in and kissed me. Slow, with tongue. She tasted like peppermints. She tasted sweet. I pulled away just an inch and looked up at her. She was looking down and smiling. Fucking beautiful.

I reached up and lifted her chin and kissed her harder. She had made it kind of clear beforehand that this was her first time with a girl and she was more interested in playing with me than being played with until she finally got comfortable and I had absolutely no problem with that. I shoved my tongue deep in her mouth, making long swirls, moaning as I straddled her and wrapped my arms around her neck.

Holy shit do you know how soft women are. It’s amazing. I totally get it now. It’s like silk. Awesome silk. I pulled my mouth away from hers and nibbled on her shoulders, grinding my hips on her lap. My clit was tingling. I could feel how wet I was under my jean shorts. I inhaled into her neck. She smelled amazing, like coconuts and Coppertone sunscreen. Her top zippered in the back and I couldn't help myself and went to unzip it but she just looked at me and smiled. Right. I smiled and nodded as she zipped it back up. You’re here to play with me. Duh.

I kissed her again and started unbuttoning my cardigan. She slipped it off of my shoulders and I kept grinding against her hips in her lap. Her hands were so fucking soft too dude. There’s seriously nothing like the touch of a woman. l don’t care what anyone says.

“I like this,” she said running her hands along my black lacy bra. “Thanks,” I smiled, “I wore it for you.” I grab her hair at the base of the neck and pulled her down and she started kissing my B cups and slowly took off my bra. “You can pinch them,” I told her and grabbed my nipples to show her. I was not shy. That's for sure.

She started sucking my right and then my left. I couldn’t stop moaning. My pussy was dripping down my leg at this point.

“You wanna see my butt?” I said to her. She smiled and nodded. I was eager and she knew it. I turned around, still kneeling on the floor, and slid my booty shorts down past my waist, and slow let my fat ass pop out, and continued sliding them off until they were on the floor next to me. I looked back at her. She was smiling really big now. I think she liked it.

“Come here,” she said and pulled me back over to her. “Take these off.” I just nodded furiously. I’m realllllllllly good at taking direction.

I lowered my black and red thong to my knees, then leaned back and let it fall past my feet. She lifted them off the floor and set them aside. “Touch yourself.” So I did. My pussy was shining, dripping, I rubbed my clit and dipped one finger inside of my pussy and moaned harder. “Let me taste it,” she whispered.

She grabbed my hand and licked my pussy juices off of my index finger. “Mmmmm.” “Do you want to feel?” I asked her. I noticed her start to get a little nervous. “You don’t have to,” I assured her.

She grabbed me by my legs and had me straddle her with my exposed pussy pouring into her lap. She took one finger and traced my clit. I looked up at her with my famous puppy dog eyes and just like everyone else I've ever met, she knew exactly what I wanted.

With two fingers she entered my pussy and went right to my g-spot. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” was all I could scream as she started slamming me from the inside. She could feel my pussy starting to clench and spasm like I was about to cum and Mary Kate pursed her lips and did that sexy inhale/exhale thing I can't really describe that sexy girls do and my eyes were begging to roll into the back of my head.

“Yeah that’s it. Fuck me. Oh my god girl. You’re gonna fuckin make me cum.” She kept banging my tight pussy with her hand staring me dead in the eyes smiling and moaning. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I started rubbing my clit. I was about to burst. After a few more thrusts, I held her hand inside me and came all over her fingers over and over for about thirty seconds. It felt amazing.My whole body was numb. When I finally came down I grabbed her hand and licked my juices off her fingers one by one. She never stopped smiling.

I made a half-assed attempt to go further with her but I knew that wasn’t what tonight was about and I respected that. Couldn’t blame a girl for trying. And if you knew Mary Kate you woulda tried too. Smoking. I'm not even kidding you.

I was still shaking as I walked her to the door. I might have been still cumming actually. That shit happens to me sometimes. We kissed goodbye and said we’d talk soon. I woke up to a text from her the next day.

I wasn’t disappointed about the night at all. I was high from it. I’ve seen her again. And I’ll see her again soon too I hope. She’s pretty baller. As most sassy redheads from South Philly are.

But this one , yo, she’s pretty fuckin special. Like I said though, don’t fuck with her unless you know what you’re doing. Mary Kate is a bad bitch. And that’s coming from me who's kind of a bad bitch too, but hey. That’s another story... :P

Thanks for listening!