Stockings First Love – A True Erotica Part 2. Category: Long and Satisfying.
Welcome to ‘Stockings First Love – A True Erotica Part 2’.
This is a true story which was originally published in three parts on my old site in January 2024. I’ve elected to retain the same format it was originally published in – three parts – with the first two setting the scene for the final, in which I describe my first proper sexual experience with another girl. Part one is here. This is an unapologetically gentle erotica. If you’re looking for something a bit harder and dirtier, there are other options to satisfy you, perhaps here.
1.
As I have previously related, Jenna and I had begun to meet on a semi-regular basis. Generally this was when her parents were out for the evening. Fortunately they were sociable people! Most weekends they seemed to be doing something. Either having friends over (which was no good for our purposes of course) or they were out seeing friends or alone on one of their many ‘date nights’. Jenna’s parents were still relatively young – early 40s I would guess. I understood that they gotten together when they, themselves, were in their teens.
As I have mentioned previously her mother was very feminine and always well dressed. Even when she was wearing leggings and a tee-shirt she always looked like she had been done-up by a team of professional stylists. Jenna’s dad was an attractive man and when I saw them together it was clear that they were still deeply into each other.
As an 18 year old I probably thought that was all a bit ‘yuk’. Looking back though, I think they would be a good model for any long-term relationship. They both clearly continued to take the time and trouble to look good for each other, were attentive and made the effort to ‘date’ each other even 20-plus years into the relationship.
And, of course, there was Jenna’s mum’s interest in steering her daughter down the path of femininity and being well put together. Over the weeks of my visits I got to explore and appreciate the contents of Jenna’s underwear drawer in some detail. Her mum was generous with her time and money in taking her to lingerie stores. Some of these were high-street and some rather more high-end.
2.
It never occurred to me at the time but now I have to wonder what the older woman’s lingerie collection was like. If the beautiful fripperies that Jenna showed me from her own drawer were anything to go by it would be incredible. No wonder her dad always seemed to have a twinkle in his eye!
Some weeks after Jenna introduced me to the life-transforming experience of dressing for pleasure, she informed me that her parents were going on a city break the weekend after next. They would be away on the Friday and Saturday night, returning on the Sunday afternoon. Although Jenna was a self-sufficient girl, her parents did not want her to be alone for the whole weekend. They had arranged that she would go and spend Saturday evening with her grandparents, whom she loved, so that was no chore.
That left the Friday evening, and, Jenna informed me over a diet-coke in the college refectory, her mum had suggested that I could come over for a sleep-over. I could feel myself flushing red as she told me. I could only nod when she asked if I’d like to come. Jenna was spending this coming Saturday shopping and having lunch with her mum. She told me that she was hoping to leverage a bit of parental guilt at leaving her for the weekend. Jenna intended to direct said guilt towards a trip to the boutique lingerie shop which they seemed to patronise on a semi-frequent basis.
3.
Since the evening when I was first dressed up by Jenna’s deft and gentle fingers, a couple of months had passed. I had been to Jenna’s for evening ‘dressing-up’ fun on, I suppose, maybe three or four occasions since then. This was in addition to more regular hanging out, often at her place. Her parents were comfortably off and had a lovely and welcoming home.
I recall her mother laughingly warning us about the dangers of boys with cars and telling us how she had lost her virginity in the back of some guy’s motor when she was 17. Jenna had pulled a face of disgust, which had made her mum hoot with laughter.
‘The back seat of a Ford Escort – SO unromantic darling! I’d much rather you did it here, under my roof. At least I’d know you were safe.’
Jenna was going through the usual repertoire of teenage disgust at this. I was simultaneously giggling and feeling embarrassed. Her mum looked sideways at me and gave me a wink. I didn’t know what to make of that and assumed that her mum was just enjoying embarrassing her daughter in front of me. Sometime later I remembered that wink and wondered if it had rather more meaning behind it.
4.
The next week and a half, since Jenna and I had the conversation in the college refectory, passed very slowly. I found that I struggled to think of very much else. I also spent a lot of time deliberately thinking about other things so that I wouldn’t obsess about it. Which, of course, I was.
Not obsessing about it was quite hard, though. When I was on my own in bed at night, I would find myself unable to prevent intrusive thoughts coming to me. In truth, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I daydreamed, which for me is pretty frequently, I found my mind wandering to the thought that Jenna and I would be spending the night together.
I’ve mentioned before that Jenna and I had not actually discussed what was going on between us. Believing ourselves both to be ostensibly heterosexual, we were probably in a state of denial.
My imagination wasn’t in a state of denial, though, and my fingers, on a number of occasions, did make me come, thinking of Jenna, imagining her soft lips on mine.
And so the days passed, with me in my own little sapphic fever dream.
5.
‘With my rational head on, I decided that we would do what we normally did when I went over. That meant spending an arousing evening dressing up in Jenna’s expensive lingerie, having a glass of wine and perhaps, as we had done by this point, sharing a kiss.
The part which I was not choosing to think about too deeply was what would happen when it came time to retire for the night. I imagined that I would be staying in the family guest room and that would be that.
Jenna had asked me to come over at around 6pm. Her parents had already left, having got the early afternoon train to London. And so the house was already ours.
Jenna met me at the door in a jersey mini-dress with a zip-through hoodie over the top. I thought that she looked gorgeous. Her long, dark hair was beautiful and fell loose down around her shoulders, and I noted that she had put some lip gloss on. I hoped that I wasn’t blushing already, but feared that I probably was. She helped me through the door with my overnight bag, and we gave each other a kiss on the cheek.
Going through to the kitchen, Jenna went to the fridge and offered me a Diet Coke.
‘We’d better not start on the booze straight away; we’ll be wrecked by 8 o’clock!’
6.
The ordering of a takeaway delivery from the local Thai restaurant, which was Jenna’s favourite, had already been pre-approved and funded by the generous parents so we immediately set to placing our order and checking the options for movies to watch. I think streaming was a thing by then but it was pretty new I think so this process involved trawling through the impressive family DVD collection. I can’t remember what we picked out and, at the time, I guess that I was probably not particularly thinking about movies anyway.
The Diet Cokes were finished and Jenna went to fetch replacements. She paused at the fridge door, said ‘oh sod it’ and pulled the bottle of Prosecco out which had also been thoughtfully provided for us by her mum. I was impressed at how deftly Jenna was able to pop the cork.
To be honest, I was glad to get some alcohol inside me. There was a definite ‘elephant in the room’ and neither of us were acting entirely normally.
As it was still early, the takeaway arrived very quicky, just as Jenna was refilling our glasses. I set about fishing out plates and some forks while she put another bottle in the fridge.
‘For later’ she said with a giggle. ‘Shall we get drunk and outrageous?’
We listened to whatever crappy music we were into as we ate. I can’t really remember what it was or, in fact, what I ate. I recall my attention being mostly on Jenna’s lips.
7.
The champagne flutes were filled for a third time as we finished up our meal. Being only 18 and not used to drinking much I was feeling it. I knew that my cheeks were flushed. When I slightly slurred something I was saying we both burst out in a fit of giggles.
‘You’re wrecked already!’ she said. ‘If I was some boy I’d probably try and take advantage!’
‘I wouldn’t mind…’ I said. ‘ The taking advantage bit I mean. I’m pretty happy that you’re not a boy. Just be you if that’s OK.’
We were sitting alongside each other in the kitchen. For a few moments, I sat and stared at my empty plate, wondering if I had said something stupid and waiting, with some anxiety, for the response.
I felt gentle fingers brushing my hair back from my cheek and neck. It felt like what I supposed heaven might feel like.
‘I’d really like it if you would stay like you as well,’ she said.
I turned my head to her as she moved closer. Then, in that slightly awkward but heart-stoppingly intense way, our lips met.
We swivelled our stools so they were facing and spent the next 20 minutes or so kissing, touching each other’s cheek or neck or hair, holding hands and telling each other the sort of sweet, genuine and inarticulate things that teens say to each other in those sort of situations. It was blissful.
8.
‘I’ve been thinking about you coming over ever since my mum suggested it’, Jenna said. ‘My mum got me some new lingerie last weekend. I’d really love to show you it. Do you fancy some dressing up and chilling upstairs?’
I was already slipping from the stool by the time she finished her sentence. I took her hand in mine. ‘Yes, I’d really, really like that.’
Jenna leaned in, pressing her lips hard against mine, and then led me towards the stairs.
And that, my lovelies, is the end of Part 2. If you’ve stayed with me so far, thank you. You’ll be glad to know that I get down to the nitty-gritty in the third and concluding part. Hope to see you there!
Love, Jaimie xx
Links and Stuff
As I mentioned in the first instalment, the stockings I’m wearing in the picture above (and the picture which illustrates part 1) are my favourite ‘affordable’ black seamed stockings from Yummy-Bee. Highly recommended, although I seem (see what I did?) to be struggling to keep the seam straight in this picture. Sigh..
