Claire: Failing the Two-Finger Test (and Passing the Kiss Test)

Ramya is grinning and holding up the dildo. I see red smears even against the brown skin of the phallus. "You took this whole thing, girl."

"He's called 'The Outlaw'. Eight inches of insertable length and two filling inches of diameter. I felt every one of them, trust me. Thank you for going slow."

"I'm going to look at your pussy again and make sure you're deflowered."

"I don't think there's any doubt," I say and spread my legs again more for her.

Ramya tugs at my lips to inspect the opening like she did before fucking me and bursts into a delightful laugh. "It's done. The hymen shrunk and almost isn't there, I can just see a few tabs with deep tears. Your opening is a lot wider. I fucked you open like a pro. You should thank me for the upgrade."

"You wrecked my pussy." I just laugh at Ramya's analytical assessment, which I find oddly sexy. I feel her rubbing my lips again, then she slides two fingers in. I am inflamed and torn, so the fingers hurt, but it's different now. There's no stretch. They feel smaller. I bear down with my muscles, but I can't get the tight grip I had before.

"Two fingers slide in like it's nothing now. Epic fail on the virginity test," she teases. "I've done my job too well. Your pussy isn't tight enough to make a normal cock reach orgasm."

"Wait, what?" Did we take this too far?

"No, not really. You'll tighten back up."

I sit up slightly, and that is when I see blood smears on my inner thighs, pubic mound, and my poor little pillow. "Wow, we should have put down a towel. I'm bleeding like a stuck pig."

Ramya nods. "I was thorough."

I grin and scoff. "You fucked me. I'm very happy about that."

I close my legs as Ramya moves to come next to me on the bed. "I loved doing that for you. Thank you for trusting me." She glances down at my lips. "One kiss, Claire."

I think our lips pecked once, at the bar. It's nothing like this. Her soft, sweet lips press against mine, and they linger. Neither of us breaks it off, and I smell her breath as we breathe and out mouth open naturally. Or tongues explore, feeling each other out.

If the giant rod she shoved into my pussy didn't connect our souls, this kiss sure does. It was better than any kiss I've had. Finally, she broke it off. We stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then she says, "That was good."

I nod. "Very good."

"It's my first time kissing a girl, too," she says. "It doesn't have to change anything."

"We'll just wrap it up into your mentoring role. You're the only girl I've wanted to kiss, so I think I'm straight. I just care about you deeply, Ramya. I'm happy to have you here."

We don't take things further. I'm spent, and Ramya keeps her panties on. But I do get another half hour of cuddling time and aftercare. I'd be lucky if I was treated anywhere near this good by any man after my first time.

I lie there in the afterglow, The ache deep inside that Ramya put there.

Ramya gave me this new body — stretched, ready, adult.

No more excuses.

The next man who gets me alone is going to feel every inch of what she trained me for.

I’m ready to be fucked for real.