The door slammed behind me as I walked into my new apartment. I had just moved into my first adult apartment two weeks ago and finally finished setting it up last night. It had been a long week, and at this point, all I wanted was to have a drink, put my feet up, and watch some TV.

I went to the fridge, poured myself a glass of white wine, and plopped onto my couch. As I began channel surfing, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I looked behind me, and a smile grew across my face.

"Welcome home, Rivkah," Brianna said as she reached her arm out and pulled me in for a gentle kiss.

"I didn't realize you were home," I said as I returned her kiss.

"I got home a little while ago. Mind if I join you?" Brianna asked.

I pulled her down on top of me and giggled like a little schoolgirl as I wrapped my legs around her. I loved being silly with my girlfriend, and I always sought excuses to touch her.

Brianna crawled out from under me and settled down next to me on the couch. The feeling of her next to me made my heart flutter. We cuddled in close and began to flip through the channels together, finally settling on watching a movie neither of us had seen.

As the movie began, my mind started to drift away. I felt at peace in a way I never thought I would, and it was hard not to look back and think about how I got here.

Growing up as an "Ultra-Orthodox" Jewish woman in the insular community of Lakewood, NJ, I never imagined I would be living in New York City with a lesbian lover. Yet, here I was on a Friday night, Shabbat, cuddling with Brianna on our couch, watching TV, and beginning our new post-college life together.

Meeting Brianna changed my life in a way I never thought would happen, and in some ways, it all happened because I took a chance and went to college.

I had always loved learning, so my parents gladly allowed me to take college courses from the local Jesuit university when I finally graduated high school. While many of my friends took online correspondence courses to get a degree, I knew I wanted to experience the world outside of my little bubble. At least as much of the world, as I could experience while still living at home and attending school in the same town I grew up in.

My first week of class was a bit overwhelming. While there were other girls from my community I would see around campus, this was my first time interacting with the secular world. I grew up without a TV in the house, had never seen a movie, and the Internet in the house was only there for my father's work. My connection to the secular world was basically nil.

Walking around the college campus for the first time was quite a culture shock. Despite being a Catholic university, there wasn't a dress code. I grew up always having to wear long skirts and long or quarter-length sleeve shirts that were loose fitting, even in the warmer weather. The girls on campus didn't feel that restrained.

The hot September weather meant most of my classmates wore shorts and belly shirts. I had never experienced anything like that before in my life. I was shocked by how comfortably all my classmates showed off their bodies. Growing up, I was taught that valuing yourself meant being modest in dress as well as in behavior. Yet, all the women in my class seemed happy and confident in a way I had never experienced. Every exposure to my new classmates made me rethink my family's teachings. I wanted to be around them more.

While I lived at home, I made every excuse to visit campus. I loved the feel and energy the university had. That first week, though, I got lost more than I would like to admit. It turns out that being lost was the best thing that ever happened to me.

"You look a little lost," I heard a voice say. I turned around and saw the girl with the kindest eyes I had ever seen.

"A little. It is my first week here. I was just walking around trying to get a feel of the place. I'm Rivkah, by the way," I said to this beautiful stranger right in front of me.

"I'm Brianna. Nice to meet you. It's my first week here too. I just got here from Florida," she continued, "I hope this doesn't come off rude but are you a local?"

I blushed. "It's that obvious, huh? It's the clothes that give it away, isn't it?" I said, feeling slightly self-conscious about how I was dressed.

"Oh no, no. Sorry I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just heard that the locals don't mix much with the university community. I didn't mean to imply... let me try this again. Hi, I'm Brianna. It is so nice to meet you, Rivkah," Brianna said, trying to make me feel better.

"It is really nice to meet you too, Brianna," I replied, trying to alleviate her guilt about the whole situation.

"You know I was about to go to the field over there, get some sun, and eat my lunch. Any chance you want to keep me company? It'd be nice to make a friend," Briana asked.

"Sure. That sounds nice," I said as I followed Brianna to a patch of grass where some students were lying out tanning.

I watched as Brianna pulled off her shirt, revealing the bikini top she wore underneath. I sat next to her, uncertain of what to say or where to look.

"I love the feeling of the sun on my skin. Growing up in south Florida, I went to the beach almost daily. I am going to soak up as much warmth as possible before it starts to get cold here," Brianna explained.

"You look uncomfortable again, "Brianna said, "I can put my shirt back on if...."

I quickly cut her off. "No, no. I am just not used to people showing so much skin. Heck, in my community, women aren't supposed to show skin below their collarbone or above their knees. It's nice seeing someone so comfortable with their body that they don't care about what others think. If I wore that, my family would blow a gasket!"

As we continued talking and eating, I couldn't help but take in Brianna's body. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and very in shape. It was a stark contrast to the typical brunette, brown-eyed girl I grew up with. Eventually, Brianna caught me looking.

"I can't help but notice the stares," Brianna said to my surprise. I wasn't used to the girls I was friends with being so forward.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. I didn't know what to say. I felt embarrassed and lowered my head in shame.

Brianna reached out and put her hand on mine. "It's okay to look. I was just shocked," she explained.

"It is just that...well...you are totally different from the girls I know. And I can't get over how in shape you are and how willing you are to show your body. I know I sound crazy. I want to make the most out of college, but it has been so overwhelming, and we just got here. Everything here is so different. Good. Just different," I tried explaining without sounding too crazy.

Brianna's hand continued to rest on mine. She looked at me with those kind blue eyes and simply said, "I get it."

We continued to talk and lay on the grass for the next half hour. Strangely Brianna's hand never left mine, and I never moved my hand away.

I finally noticed the time and explained that I had to get home to watch my younger siblings.

"I liked talking to you. Would it be okay if I got your number? It would be nice having someone to hang out with when I am on campus," I asked nervously. I wasn't sure why I felt so nervous asking. It was just a girl from school. I had all my friends from high school's phone numbers. Something about this felt different, though. I chalked it up to us being from disparate worlds and pushed the thought out of my mind.

Brianna grabbed my phone from my hands and programmed her number in. Before handing it back to me, she pulled me close to her and snapped a selfie of us together. My heart started pounding in my chest as Brianna held me close to her body. I touched her bare skin for a moment as she snapped a few pictures.

She pulled away moments later. "Here you go. I hope you don't mind that I took a picture. I just felt like we should memorialize us meeting," Brianna said with a smile.

"I'll talk to you soon," she called out as I walked towards the campus parking lot.

As soon as I got into my car, I pulled out my phone and looked at the picture. She really is beautiful, I thought to myself. I put my phone down and drove back to my parent's home. As I entered the front door, I was transported back into the world of my people.

"Rivkah, thank god you're home. Can you help your sisters with their homework? I have to go to the store. We need to start cooking for Shabbat." My mom yelled as she stormed out the door.

Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath, was a big deal to my family and my community in general. It was a family tradition for me to help my mom cook up a storm on Thursday night in preparation for the upcoming celebration. It was something I looked forward to every week. It was my favorite time of the week since it was when my mom and I got to catch up with each other. For some reason, I felt nervous about spending time with her tonight.

"How was your first week in school?" my mom asked as we began cooking.

I could tell she was genuinely interested in hearing about my new experience, so I went into great detail about my classes, how beautiful the campus was, and even about some of the girls I met from the Jewish community who were in my classes. For some reason, I found myself leaving out that I met Brianna.

Despite that, I found that Brianna was never far from my mind. While I enjoyed the weekend with my family and friends, I couldn't wait to return to campus and reconnect with her.

When Monday rolled around, I took my car and drove to school. I only had a few classes scheduled for Mondays, so I had plenty of time to take in the sights and sounds of my new surroundings.

As the day went on, I kept thinking about texting Brianna. "It wouldn't be weird if I texted her, right?" I kept thinking to myself.

I finally decided to text her after my morning classes to see if she wanted to eat lunch together. Yet, before I knew it, I heard a ping from my phone. It was Brianna!

"Hey, Gorgeous! It is so nice out. I was planning on lying out again and eating some lunch. Any chance you want to meet me?" her text read.

My heart jumped as I read her message. I quickly replied, "Yes!!!"

I hoped my excitement was palpable through the screen. Brianna replied immediately, "Okay, meet me where we hung out last week. See you soon!"

When class ended, I rushed out the door and headed to the field where Brianna and I hung out last week. I felt nervous yet excited. The overwhelming feelings were confusing to me. Brianna was just some new girl I met at school. Why is going to meet her for lunch giving me such butterflies?

Approaching the field, I saw Brianna lying on a blanket. As I got closer I couldn't help but take her in. She was lying in a pair of tiny, frayed jean shorts and a white bikini top that contrasted perfectly with her tan body. She looked so peaceful and without a care in the world.

She must have noticed me coming towards her because I saw her sit up suddenly and yell to me. "Hey Rivkah, I'm here. Sit on my blanket with me. There is plenty of room," I heard her say.

"So, how was your weekend?" she asked me.

"Oh, nothing special. I'm not allowed to do much Friday night and Saturday except spend time with friends and family. Then on Sunday, I was busy doing my reading for class. What about you?" I asked, hoping to know more about her and her world.

"Well, Friday night, my roommate and I went to this party off campus at this girl's house. It was kind of loud and crazy but a ton of fun. I haven't danced my ass off like that in a while," she explained, chuckling a little.

"Then, Saturday and Sunday, I took it pretty easy. I did some school work and ran around the lake," she continued.

"Wow, that sounds like a blast. I can't imagine what a party like that looks like. Nothing like that happens in my community," I explained.

"Then how do you meet guys?" Brianna asked, completely confused by my way of life.

"Well, we only date for marriage," I said matter of factly.

Brianna had a very quizzical look on her face. "So, like it is an arranged marriage?" she asked, trying to understand.

"Not in my family. Matchmakers will set up most of my friends and me. We will date for a little while to see if we share the same goals and values and then get married," I said, hoping she wasn't judging me.

"Wow, that is so interesting. I guess that means you've never had sex. I can't imagine going without it!" Brianna said with a huge smile across her face.

I paused for a moment, uncertain how to respond. Sex was a topic we never discussed in my community. I knew sex was how a baby was made, but that was about it. I looked down at the ground while trying to find the right words.

I soon felt Brianna's hand on my forearm. I looked up at her as she began to speak. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable again. I guess talking about sex has always been easy for me. I've always been a sexual person that I sometimes forget that not everyone is," Brianna explained with deep empathy in her voice.

I felt calm as I felt her hand move down to mine. We looked at each other and smiled.

"I guess you've had a lot of boyfriends, huh?" I asked, trying to take some of the attention off of me.

"Let's just say I've never been wanting in the guy department," she said coyly.

"I've never even touched a guy before. According to Jewish law, I can only touch my husband and my closest male relatives. It must be so freeing to be able to touch and be touched by whoever you want," I said.

"It is so interesting how different our lives are. Yet, for some reason, I feel really connected to you," Brianna admitted.

Over the next several months, Brianna and I would spend every free moment with each other. With each day, I felt closer to her. We each shared parts of ourselves that we didn't share with others.

I was always surprised to see how interested she was in hearing about my life and community. She would ask me all these questions about how I was raised, and the holidays I observed. Yet, it never felt like she was judging me or fetishizing my life. It always felt like she was genuinely curious about who I was and where I came from.

I wanted to give her a glimpse into my life outside of school. It was a big step, and I wasn't sure how she would feel about me once she met my family, but I decided to invite her to my house for a Shabbat lunch.

I decided that asking her in person was the best way to go about it. My classes had never gone as slowly as it did that day.

"What if she says no?" I found myself wondering to myself. I had never been so nervous in my life.

Maybe she wouldn't want to enter my world as much as I have entered hers. I knew I needed to take the risk. Not having her near me drove me crazy on the weekends.

It was finally time to meet her for lunch. I fumbled with the sandwich wrapping as I tried to find the courage to ask her. I felt sweat drip down my body, and I could barely look her in the eyes.

"What's going on?" Brianna said, "I can tell you want to say something."

I looked up at her as her eyes met mine. Her eyes, face, lips, and whole body, were so inviting. Calmness emanated from her, giving me the confidence to finally ask.

"I wanted to know if you would come to my house for a Shabbat meal this weekend? It's okay if..." I asked her before she quickly cut me off.

"I would love to! It means the world to me that you want me to join you," she exclaimed as she reached over the table and hugged me.

It was such a relief knowing how excited she was to meet my family and to get a glimpse into the world I grew up in.

The week went by without much excitement. As usual, I helped my mother prepare Shabbat meals on Thursday night. I made sure the food for Shabbat lunch would be something that Brianna liked, but beyond that, we went through the typical preparations.

Saturday afternoon came, and I anxiously awaited Brianna's arrival. "Where is she? What is she going to think of my family? Maybe I shouldn't have invited her. No, no, I am glad she is coming. It meant a lot to her that I invited her and it means a lot to me that she wanted to come. I just really want this to go well," I thought to myself. My mind was racing!

I continued to pace in my room until I heard my mother calling my name.

"Rivkah! Get the door. I think your friend is here," my mother yelled.

I ran down the stairs, excited to let Brianna into this side of my life. Before opening the door, I quickly looked in the hallway mirror, fixed my hair, and took a deep breath to calm myself down.

When I opened the door, I was taken aback by the image that lay before me. Brianna stood in the doorway looking radiant. She wore a flowy dress with a floral print that was super modest yet demonstrated her feminine charms.

I stood by the doorway, frozen in time as I continued to take Brianna in. It was as if I knew that her coming in would change everything.

"Are you going to invite your friend to come in?" I heard my mother say as I was brought back to reality.

"Yes. Sorry. Brianna, please come in. Welcome. Shabbat Shalom," I said while hugging her.

"Mr. and Mrs. Goldberg, thank you so much for having me over. I've heard so much about your legendary Shabbat meals that I couldn't wait to attend one." Brianna said.

"We are glad you came. Rivkah has told me so much about you. I'm glad that I finally get to meet you," my mom said as she showed Brianna to the dining room table.

Throughout the meal, Brianna and I kept catching the other stealing glances at each other. As the lunch wrapped up, I told my mother that Brianna and I were going to my room to talk.

"Your family was lovely," Brianna said. "I'll be honest; I was pretty nervous about coming. I didn't know what to wear, and all I wanted was for your parents to like me. I know it was a big deal for you to have me over. It just meant so much to me. I hope I looked okay," Brianna admitted.

I reached for Brianna's hand to reassure her like she had done to me many times. I had never initiated such contact, and it was clear that Brianna noticed. I moved closer to her as if to bring her in.

"You look amazing. I'm glad you came. It means a lot to me that you wanted to meet my family," I said to her, trying to reassure her.

The energy between us felt like a spark that was about to ignite. Our eyes met as I saw Brianna's face moving towards mine. Here I was, a nice Jewish girl who had never even dated a boy, about to be kissed by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My mind was awash with thoughts and feelings. I knew what was about to happen, yet I couldn't believe it.

Feeling her lips on mine that first time sent shivers down my spine. It was a gentle, sweet kiss. It was more than a peck but not much more. We pulled away from each other slightly and looked deeply at each other. Slowly our lips came together again. I felt her hand on my back as we leaned into each other. The feeling was incredible. Soon I felt her tongue massage the outside of my lips; before I knew it, our tongues were rubbing against each other.

I could feel my pussy throbbing more than ever before. I wanted to make Brianna feel good, but this was my first sexual experience, and I had no idea what to do. Brianna could tell I was nervous and took the lead. She had one hand rubbing my arm while her other gently cupped my face.

Brianna slowly pulled away from me as my body yearned to be touched more by her.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," she said while maintaining perfect eye contact.

I didn't know what to say, so I reached over and kissed Brianna again. For the next 45 minutes, the two of us lay on my bed, talking, laughing, and kissing. Every time our lips met, my body felt like it was on fire, yet it was a fire I hoped would never be extinguished

I could tell she wanted to touch more of me, and I desperately wanted her to, but she knew we should take things slowly.

It was finally time for her to go back to her dorm. Before heading downstairs, Brianna pushed me against my door, ran her fingers across my bosom, and kissed me deeply. Her moist lips pressed into mine, as our bodies melded together. I had never been so turned on. I could barely catch my breath as she pulled away and headed downstairs.

Brianna said her goodbyes to my family, and she was off.

I rushed back upstairs and locked my door. I needed a moment alone to process everything, but all I could think about was our last kiss. Feeling Brianna's lips on mine felt better than anything I could have imagined. The more I thought about the kiss, the more the wetness in my panties grew. I slowly reached my hand into my underwear and was surprised by how good it felt. Growing up, I was taught that touching my "privates" was a sin and that good Jewish girls only touch their privates to clean themselves or when they are in their marital bed. Yet the more I thought about Brianna, the less I cared about being a good Jewish girl. I was overwhelmed with the need to feel good. I took off my clothes and laid them on the chair next to my bed. My body was full of excited energy. It begged for attention. I tentatively began touching my body. My fingernails glided over my flat stomach and grazed the underside of my breasts.

Despite living in my body for 18 years, it was a stranger to me in many ways. I was nervous yet felt more emboldened to explore with every touch. I moved my hand over my left breast and felt my nipple harden in my palm. The sensation sent shivers down to my drenched pussy. I pulled on my nipples, and a moan escaped from my lips. I pinched my nipples even harder and rolled them between my fingers. I never realized that there was a pleasure in pain.

With one hand still playing with my right breast, I slowly moved my other hand between my legs. I played with the untamed bush between my legs. The curls felt soft and were moist from my pussy juices. I parted the hair around my vulva and ran my middle finger between my lips. My finger easily slid up and down the length of my slick labia. The sensation was incredible.

With each pass, I teased my vaginal opening, unsure what it would be like to stick my finger there. I finally took a deep breath and slowly pushed my middle finger into my vagina for the first time. I let my finger rest in me for a minute and then slowly started moving my finger in and out of my pussy. The new sensation sent caused my legs to tremble. As my speed increased, I noticed that I felt a sudden shock of pleasure every time my palm hit the top of my slit. I moved my other hand away from my breast and started to explore the top of my pussy. I soon discovered my clit. My fingers rubbed my clit furiously as I continued to finger myself.

Images of Brianna flooded my mind. I pictured her in her bikini, with her breasts popping out for the entire world to see. Yet, in my mind, I imagined she was wearing them to show me her body, that she wanted me to take her in. I pictured myself playing with her nipples as she moaned my name. I yearned to make Brianna feel as good as I was making myself feel right now.

Suddenly my body shook as a burst of energy exploded inside me. As my first orgasm hit me, I pictured Brianna touching my body. I couldn't wait to see her again, even though I wasn't sure if I would ever get to feel her body touch mine again.

That fear was quickly dismissed. Monday came as Brianna, and I sat in the library studying. Distracted by the overwhelming sexual tension, neither of us was getting much work done.

After an hour, Brianna slammed her book close and grabbed my hand.

"This is ridiculous. Come with me," Brianna whispered, pulling me into the stacks.

Our bodies pressed together against the hard bookshelf as her warm, soft lips once again met mine. Moaning softly, I slightly parted my lips, allowing Brianna's tongue to slip inside.

"Now that is over with; let's get some work done," Brianna exclaimed.

I couldn't help but fall to the floor laughing as the sound of hushes came from all over the library.

From that moment on, Brianna and I found every chance to steal hidden yet passionate kisses.

Several weeks had passed since she visited my house when Brianna said she wanted me to come to a party with her. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement. I had never been to a party, and the idea of going to one was overwhelming.

"Um, I don't know, Bri. I've never been to a party. I wouldn't even know what to do or how to act. I don't exactly think I would fit in wearing what I do," I said.

Brianna took my hand and pulled me close to her.

"I would never make you do anything you didn't want to do. I hope you know that," Brianna said in almost whispered tones.

I looked into her eyes and could feel her love coming through. It was clear she wasn't just saying this to convince me.

"I know. I am just nervous. I would love to go to the party with you. You may regret it when you see all the looks I get for sticking out like a sore thumb," I joked.

"I could never regret spending time with you. If you feel comfortable, you could always borrow some of my clothes. I think it would be a lot of fun dressing you up," Brianna told me.

As the week went on, I found it hard to focus on anything but the party. The idea of a house party was so foreign to my upbringing. Guys and girls drinking, grinding on each other, and possibly hooking up were all so forbidden. Plus, don't get me started on the clothes the women would wear.

I was anxious about the whole thing, but I knew that Brianna would have my back and wouldn't allow me to feel embarrassed. I convinced my parents to let me stay in Brianna's dorm room. I was surprised at how quickly my mother agreed. Brianna must have made quite the impression when she came over.

Saturday night finally arrived. When Shabbat ended, I quickly showered, grabbed my overnight bag, and drove to Brianna's dorm. As I approached Brianna's room, a wave of nerves overcame me, and I hesitated before knocking on her door.

"Would Brianna hate me forever?" I thought to myself as I thought about turning around and going home.

Yet, before I could even decide, I saw Brianna walking towards me from down the hall. She looked breathtaking! It was clear Brianna had already done her hair and makeup. I couldn't help but stare at Brianna's lips as they shimmered in the light from whatever gloss or lipstick she had on. All I wanted to do at that moment was to kiss her, but I was still nervous about anyone seeing me kiss another girl.

"Rivkah!" Brianna screamed as she ran towards me with her arms wide open.

"I am so glad you came. Tonight is going to be awesome," Brianna said, taking my hand and pulling me into her room.

I nervously smiled at Brianna. "I am glad I came too," I told her.

"Let's find you something to wear," Brianna said as she strolled over to her closet.

I put my bag next to her bed and joined her by her closet door. My stomach was in knots as I imagined the clothing options she had in mind.

Brianna stood in front of her closet, staring at the various dresses and tops. I watched with bated breath as Brianna rummaged through her wardrobe.

Brianna began pulling dresses out of the closet, holding them up to see which one she liked best. I looked at each one skeptically, shaking my head.

"I don't know, Brianna," I said, biting my lip. "I don't think any of these are really my style."

Brianna put the dresses back in the closet. "Okay, then let's find something else. What about a mini skirt and crop top?"

I nervously shook my head again. "I don't think I can pull that off either."

Brianna grinned mischievously and pulled out a short, black mini-dress. "What about this? I think it would look amazing on you."

My eyes widened in shock. "Brianna, I can't wear that! It's way too short." I pushed back.

I knew it was ridiculous, but I worried Brianna wouldn't like what she saw once I put the dress on. There was no way my petite frame would ever fill that dress out like it does Brianna. I thought she would be disappointed.

I hesitated, but Brianna insisted that I at least try it on.

"Rivkah, it is just the two of us. You know I wouldn't do anything to embarrass you," Brianna said in the most caring tone I have ever heard.

I took the dress from Brianna and slipped it over my head, adjusting the hemline so that it barely covered my butt.

I soon heard Brianna whistling as I twirled in front of the mirror for her.

"It isn't too much?" I asked sheepishly.

"It is perfect. Although I do think you may want to wear a thong with it. Here you can wear one of mine," Brianna nonchalantly said while handing me a pair of her underwear.

I cautiously slid my full cotton underwear off and slid up Brianna's barely-there thong up my legs. Out of the corner of my eyes, I caught Brianna licking her lips as her eyes watched me like a wolf would watch their prey. Her eyes were full of hunger and I couldn't help but be turned on by it.

Brianna walked over to me, took my hand, and led me to her vanity table. While I had occasionally worn makeup, I was far from an expert at it. Brianna applied smoky eye makeup to my eyes, making them pop in a way I had never seen them look. Brianna then brushed out my long, dark hair until it shone and styled it in a slick high pony.

I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as Brianna worked her magic on me, but I also couldn't deny that I felt sexy and confident by the time Brianna was done.

I turned to look at myself in the mini dress and was shocked by the wave of emotion that came over me. I had never worn anything so revealing before, and I couldn't believe how good it made me feel.

"Wow, Rivkah!" Brianna said with a grin. "You look absolutely stunning."

I blushed, a smile spreading across my face. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."

As we got ready to head out the door, I found myself sneaking peaks of Brianna's body. Her tight, red dress clung to her like a second skin. A pair of black knee-high boots completed the outfit. Later that night, Brianna told me she called those her "fuck me boots." Watching the way they made her body move, I could see why.

Brianna's mini dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her hands over Brianna's smooth, silky skin.

Brianna looked like a total bombshell. I nearly cried looking at her. I felt lucky that she wanted to go to the party with me.

"Thank you," I said while reaching out for her hand.

"For what?" Brianna asked with a shocked look on her face.

"I know that we come from two different worlds...I must seem naïve sometimes. I'm 18, and I've never been to a party," I said, feeling a bit sorry for myself.

Brianna lifted my head by my chin, looked me in the eyes, and said, "There is no one on this planet I would rather go to this party with. All I want is you."

"Then let's do this!" I replied, smiling back at her.

We soon left her dorm and headed to the party, excited for the night ahead. As we walked into the house, we were greeted by a throng of energetic college students dancing, drinking, and laughing.

Brianna must have noticed my nervousness because she squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly. "It's going to be okay," she said. "Just relax and have fun. We can leave whenever you want."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I knew that Brianna was right and that the only way to have a good time was to let go and enjoy myself.

I was immediately struck by the sight of all the women dressed in various party outfits. Some were wearing dresses, others were in leggings and crop tops, and there were even a few in what appeared to be latex bodysuits. The sight was both intimidating and exhilarating.

Brianna led me to the makeshift bar, where we poured ourselves some drinks.

"To a night of firsts!" Brianna screamed over the music.

"To a night of firsts!" I screamed back as we both downed a shot of whiskey.

Brianna poured us spiked punch and then led me to the dance floor. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, still unsure how to fit in, but knowing that Brianna was nearby allowed me to let loose and enjoy myself.

As we danced together, I couldn't help but get caught up in the music. I could feel the base pump through my body, making my hips move as if they had a life of their own. The crowded dance floor pushed Brianna's body into mine, and soon our bodies were in sync as they gyrated to the beat.

I couldn't help but be drawn to Brianna's curvy figure as we danced on the hot and steamy dance floor. I could feel the heat radiating off my body, my skin slick with sweat. Brianna's dress was sticking to her curves, and I couldn't take my eyes off her toned body.

I could feel my tiny dress riding higher and higher up my thighs as I moved, the material clinging to my damp body like a second skin. I had never felt so sexy and alive, and it was all thanks to Brianna.

Brianna's eyes burned into my skin. She had never seen me like this before, and it was clear that she loved it. She couldn't resist grinding against me, her dress riding up as we moved together.

The sensation of our bodies pressed together was electric, and I couldn't help but let out a low moan as Brianna ground against me.

"You like that, huh?" Brianna whispered in my ear, a wicked grin on her lips.

I nodded, my face flushed with pleasure. "Yes," I breathed. "It feels so good."

We continued to dance together, lost in the music and the moment. Our bodies moved together perfectly, our movements becoming increasingly seductive as the night went on. My hips swayed to the beat of the music, my hands running up and down Brianna's sides. I continued to be shocked by my boldness, but I felt alive in a way I had never felt before.

Brianna's hands were soon tangled in my hair, pulling me close as we kissed deeply. Our tongues met as Brianna slipped her hand under my dress, grabbing my bare ass. Her lips melted into mine as the rest of the world washed away.

The heat of the dance floor and the intensity of our attraction to each other made it feel like we were the only two people in the room. We were lost in our own world, entirely consumed by our desire for each other.

As we continued to dance, Brianna and I couldn't stop touching each other, our hands roaming over each other's sweat-drenched bodies. We were both hot and out of breath, our hearts racing as we kissed each other.

We were too caught up in each other to notice the looks we were getting from the other people on the dance floor. All we cared about was the pleasure we were giving each other.

"Let's go home," Brianna said while dragging across the dance floor to the nearest exit.

We soon crashed through Brianna's door as we touched and grabbed at each other's glistening bodies. We fell on her bed and began laughing.

"Did that just happen? Wow, Rivkah, you were so hot!" Brianna said while running her hand through my hair.

I loved how strands of Brianna's blonde hair stuck to her slick skin, giving her a wild and untamed look. I was overcome with lust as I lay in bed next to her.

"I don't know what came over me. I couldn't control myself. It was as if my body just took over. All I wanted was to touch you," I replied, pulling Brianna closer.

Our lips met again. Our tongues touching sent shivers straight to my already-drenched pussy.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brianna asked, ensuring I was comfortable with what was about to happen.

"This is all I want," I said, kissing her again. I surprised myself with how bold I was. It was like this whole other part of me finally woke up. I couldn't keep my hands off Brianna. I was so turned on by her hot, sweaty body that I couldn't resist the urge to touch and explore every inch of her.

I ran my hands over Brianna's curves, my fingers tracing the lines of her body as I kissed her neck and collarbone. She moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure as my hands roamed lower and lower.

My right hand grabbed her tight ass as I slid my knee between her legs. The hem of Brianna's dress slid up her body as my knee pressed against her drenched thong.

Brianna's fingers were equally as eager, her hands running over my stomach and thighs. She couldn't get enough of the feeling of my skin under her hands, and she couldn't wait to feel it all over her body.

I looked at Brianna with a wicked gleam in my eye.

"I've been dying to do this all night," I said, reaching out to grasp the hem of Brianna's damp, sweat-soaked red dress.

Brianna's laughter filled the room as she stood there a little breathlessly as I slowly peeled the clinging fabric away from her skin. The dress was stuck to her body, sticking to every curve and contour in a way that left no mystery as to the extent of her arousal.

The dress was finally stripped away with a gentle tug, revealing Brianna's toned and glistening body beneath. I reached out and traced my fingertips along the slick skin of Brianna's stomach.

Brianna shuddered at my touch, her whole body feeling electric and alive.

"Stand up," Brianna instructed me.

I stood up as Brianna slid behind me. I held my breath, excited but uncertain about what was about to happen. Brianna lifted my hair away from my neck as she blew on my wet skin, causing me to tremble. Her lips gently began kissing the sensitive skin where my neck met my ear as she whispered to me.

"I need to see your body," Brianna stated while diligently starting to undress me.

Brianna gently pulled the straps off my shoulders, causing my dress to fall to the floor. Brianna glided her hands across my back. Suddenly I felt my bra unclasp as Brianna's hands crept their way to my now bare breasts. The feeling of her hands on my nipples made me moan in delight. She turned me around and took in my body in all its glory.

It was our first time naked together, and I could tell we both felt nervous but excited. I couldn't help but admire Brianna's beauty as we stood together, completely naked and vulnerable. We shared a tender moment before deciding to move on to the next step of our relationship.

"You are so beautiful, Rivkah." Brianna sincerely said while running her hand across my torso.

I blushed, uncertain of what to say. "I am glad you like it. I shaved my pubic hair tonight. I thought you would like that," I sheepishly said, hoping for Brianna's approval.

"Your pussy looks good enough to eat," Brianna purred while running her fingers over my labia for an all too brief second.

"I would have liked it no matter what, though. I love you, Rivkah. I want you to know I love you just the way you are," Brianna earnestly said.

Tears formed in my eyes as I told her, "I love you too, Brianna! I am so in love with you!"

I pulled our naked bodies together as we once again began to kiss. The sound of our breathing and our lips smacking filled the room, as I got lost in the sensation of Brianna's skin against mine.

"Let's move to the bed," Brianna said, pulling me with her.

Brianna glided her body over mine as she laid me on her bed. Our lips met again as Brianna's hands roamed over my body, her touch gentle but demanding. She traced the curves of my body, her fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I moaned softly, arching my back as Brianna kissed my neck and collarbone.

"I want to make you feel good," Brianna said as her lips slowly kissed down my body.

Brianna's lips descended to my breast, kissing around the sensitive skin. Her left hand began tracing my nipples as Brianna meticulously kissed the underside of my boobs.

"Oh, don't stop, baby. Please pull on my nipples," I pleaded.

Brianna seemed shocked by my request but gladly complied. She took my nipples and rolled them between her fingers before pulling on them.

"Yes," I purred.

My nipples were soon greeted by the incredible warmth of Brianna's mouth. Her tongue circled my nipples while her teeth softly brushed against them. By this point, I was thrashing about on the bed.

Brianna took this as a sign to descend down my taut belly closer to my wanton pussy. I could barely take her teasing at this point, but I did my best to take in every second of pleasure that I was receiving.

Brianna traced my inner thigh with the back of her nails as she spread my legs wide enough for her body to slide between.

My pussy quivered as Brianna blew on my wet lips. As her fingers continued to give my thighs chills, Brianna began to kiss around my vulva, making sure she never once touched it.

My hips bucked and thrashed in hopes of some relief. Brianna eventually had mercy on me as she kissed my clit, before running her tongue up and down my labia, spreading it open.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed.

I could never have imagined such pleasure and couldn't get enough. I grabbed the back of Brianna's head, pushing her into my pussy.

"Yes, Brianna! I never knew," I moaned.

My clit suddenly became my whole world as Brianna gently sucked it into her mouth. I moaned in delight as she continued to make circles on my clit.

An overwhelming warmth swept over my body as a thousand electrical dominoes fell all at once.

"Brianna," I screamed as I grabbed Brianna's sweat-drenched blonde hair.

I finally pushed Brianna away as my pussy became too sensitive to touch. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up next to me.

"That was incredible. I mean, wow, I had no idea anything could feel like that," I said, panting, trying to catch my breath.

Brianna's face glistened with my pussy juices. I was overwhelmed by lust as I pulled her face towards mine and found myself licking my wetness off her.

Brianna began laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, no. I think I have awoken a monster," Brianna snickered.

Our lips met again as we lay there petting and massaging each other's bodies. This moment was more than I could ever have imagined. I was awash in happiness. I wanted to make Brianna feel just as good, but I was anxious and uncertain about what to do.

"I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," I whispered into Brianna's ear.

She looked me straight into my eyes. "You don't have to do that, you know. I am thrilled just holding you right now," Brianna said contently.

I swung my legs over Brianna's waist as I glided my body on top of hers. Our breasts pressed together as we kissed passionately.

"I want to," I repeated.

"Go slow. Whatever you do is going to feel great," Brianna reassured me.

I shook with anticipation as I began kissing down Brianna's neck. With each kiss, I took in more of her flavor. Her skin tasted slightly salty from our night of wild dancing.

My fingers careened over her chest, eager to feel her ample breast in my hand. Her firm breast conformed to my palm as I eagerly massaged her tits.

I continued to tease her as I gently blew on Brianna's chest, causing her taut nipples to harden even more. It was clear that Brianna's nipples were very sensitive.

"That feels great. Keep going," Brianna encouraged me.

I moved my face closer to her breast, finally taking a nipple into my mouth. As good as this made Brianna feel, the sensation of having her nipple in my mouth was overwhelming for me. I swirled my tongue around the hardened knob as my teeth grazed her nipple.

With my other hand, I traced the contours of her other breast, spending extra time teasing the underside of her swollen tits.

Brianna's moans were a gentle reminder that I was on the right path. I took my time with each breast, savoring every moment of contact with them.

I could have continued playing with her breasts for the rest of my life, but I knew my actual target still lay lower.

My hands ran up Brianna's legs as I spread them apart. Kissing up her legs, I diligently made my way up to her inner thigh. Brianna's silky smooth legs felt wonderful underhand as I rubbed up and down the outside of her thighs, kissing my way ever closer to her pussy.

I soon came face to face with Brianna's wet swollen pussy. Her labia were inflamed and spread wide open in anticipation. The scent of her womanhood filled my nostrils, sending me into a tizzy.

I was overcome with emotion, feeling a mix of lust, love, nerves, and sheer wonder. I needed to pause before I took my next steps. I looked up from between Brianna's legs and stared into her deep blue eyes.

"This isn't exactly kosher," I joked, trying to give myself a moment to build up the courage to bring my lips to Brianna's smooth and eager pussy.

Brianna couldn't contain her laughter. "Oh, shut up and eat my pussy!" she laughed.

I took one last deep breath before gingerly running the flat of my tongue up and down the length of Brianna's pussy. As my tongue explored her pink, wet lips, I lapped up as much of Brianna's nectar as I could. The taste of pussy was intoxicating.

My nails dug into Brianna's firm ass as I pulled her pussy closer to my face. My tongue soon found Brianna's clit. While I wasn't sure exactly what to do, I began to circle her clit, while lightly applying pressure.

"Oh god, just like that. Keep going. Finger me, please," Brianna begged.

I slipped my middle finger into her tight, wet cunt, as my tongue teased her supple clit.

"More! Fuck my pussy!" Brianna yelled.

I was shocked by the lust in her voice, but I was eager to make her cum. My fingers furiously pumped into Brianna's pussy. Her hips thrashed around as I gently placed my lips around her clit.

Brianna ran her fingers through my disheveled hair as she grasped the back of my head.

"Don't stop, baby. Oh, Rivkah!" Brianna howled.

Her body fell limp in my arms as she released her grip on my head. I made sure to lick up as much of Brianna's juices flowing from her pussy as I could before lying down next to her.

"That was amazing, Rivkah. Are you sure you've never done that?" Brianna quipped.

"I can't believe I just did that now!" I quipped.

"Thank you for tonight, Brianna. It was more than I could ever have imagined. I love you." I admitted.

"I love you too, Rivkah. More than I could ever have imagined!" Brianna exclaimed.

As we lay together, completely naked and covered in sweat, we couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Here we were, in Brianna's dorm room on a Saturday night, completely lost in our desire for each other.

But we didn't care. All we cared about was the love we had found in each other and the happiness it brought us.

We knew that we were meant to be together and were grateful for the chance to experience the love and happiness we had found in each other.

Over the next four years, Brianna and I spent as much time together as possible. During my last year in school, I finally came out to my parents. My mom was surprisingly very supportive and even remarked that she wasn't shocked by the announcement.

Now here we are, adjusting to our new lives as post-college, and I couldn't be happier.