"I--um--this doesn't feel right." It felt like a terrible thing to say her first time with another woman, and Kelly could feel her cheeks go bright pink with embarrassment as she squirmed on the mattress under Arielle's condescending stare. But she knew it wasn't just shyness or inexperience talking here; something was definitely wrong about the thrumming, pulsing buzz between her legs, and she needed to let her lover know before things progressed any further. Before she... before it... before something happened, whatever that 'something' might be.

But Arielle only gave her a patronizing little chuckle, turning the vibrator up a couple more notches and working it even deeper into Kelly's tightly clenching pussy. "A lot of girls say that their first time out," she murmured, giving the toy a playful tap that somehow managed to echo all the way up into Kelly's skull. "They just don't know what their bodies are capable of, so the first time things get kind of intense they get nervous, y'know? Trust me, baby girl, I'll walk you right through all the big scary feelings until they all just melt into pleasure."

Kelly's blush became brighter. "N-no, that's not what I--" She tried to lever herself up onto her elbows to meet Arielle's gaze more directly, but another one of those unpredictable surges of frenzied buzzing left her too uncoordinated to balance properly and she wound up flopping back onto the mattress like a fish out of water. She stammered for an explanation, babbling out, "It doesn't feel good, it feels--" But that was about all she managed before that attempt at speech foundered just like the last one. The thrum between her legs was just too distracting.

And Arielle was right there to fill the gaps in Kelly's halting, feeble efforts at protest. "I think we both know that's not true, don't we, sweetie pie?" She caressed Kelly's breasts as she spoke, her light brown fingers gently pinching Kelly's thick pink nipples until they stood straight and tall. "It feels very good, babe, maybe a little too good for a sweet little baby queer like you to handle her very first time out, but that was why you came to me, wasn't it? You needed an experienced dyke to show you what your pussy could really do, to make you feel the way you deep down wanted to all those years."

Kelly couldn't help letting out an involuntary grunt of pleasure at Arielle's paternalistic endearments--under any other circumstances, she'd probably be pointedly reminding the other person of her name by now, but it somehow felt absurd to try to assert that agency when she was flat on her back with a huge fuck-off vibrator buzzing away against her clit and her nipples standing up from her flat chest stiff as bullets. Especially because... well....

Arielle was right. This was exactly why Kelly hooked up with her in the first place. It was an open secret on campus that Arielle's dorm room was the place to go for bi-curious freshwomen who wanted to find out what all the fuss was about, and Kelly knew from the moment she knocked on Arielle's door and was met with a knowing, sardonically amused look that she was not the one with the power in this dynamic. She was the meek and bashful girl fresh out of high school, and Arielle was the confident lesbian who knew every inch of the female body and just how to make it resonate with ecstasy.

But it didn't change the underlying conviction that something was wrong about all this. The vibrations, they were... too powerful, too intense, they kept messing with Kelly's head and she couldn't... fuck, she couldn't think. "No, it's--I--please," she whimpered, hoping to gain at least enough of a reprieve to collect her thoughts and try to explain to Arielle why she needed something a little less overwhelming her first time out.

Willfully or otherwise, though, Arielle completely misinterpreted Kelly's mewling plea. "Awww, does someone want more?" she asked, turning the vibrator up another couple of notches before pushing it almost its full insertable depth into Kelly's desperately convulsing pussy. " Does someone just want to cum her silly little brains out, hmm? Does she want her first time to be her bestest time in the whole wide world, now and forever, is that it?" The playfully patronizing coo in Arielle's voice went beyond mere condescension now, perhaps even beyond infantilization--she sounded like she was talking to an excited puppy, not expecting her to understand the words but at least picking up on the tone they implied.

And the worst part was, she was kind of right. The toy she was using didn't feel like Kelly imagined a vibrator would feel, constantly buzzing away inside her like a turbo version of the vibrations she felt when she leaned against the dryer and daydreamed about a future where she'd have a little more money and a lot more privacy to try out some of the things her classmates gossiped about. It didn't even feel like one of those remote control toys Sandra described so breathlessly, the ones with their own app and a Bluetooth connection and sliders for speed and intensity. This felt....

Fuck. It felt like it knew when she was thinking, and it pulsed harder to make her stop. "Whuh, I, whuhh--?" Kelly managed to stammer out, in the instant before another surge of intense vibration directly over her clit made her eyes roll back in her head and her whole body tense rigid with lust. That was when she knew it wasn't her imagination, as absurd as the notion sounded--this thing was genuinely fucking with her head, in a very real and literal way. "Wha's happ'nin?" she finally managed to gasp, shocked and dismayed by the slurred confusion in her own voice.

Arielle's only response was to stroke her forehead and coo, "Sshh, shhh, baby doll. You're overthinking it, that's all. You just need to learn how to relax and let go, and enjoy all that deep, strong pleasure I'm giving you. You like feeling good, don't you? You like it when your cunt gets all wet and needy and the whole world narrows down to that stiff and swollen clitty of yours, don't you, good girl?" Kelly tried to tell her to stop using all those mocking endearments, but the words only came out as garbled sound and Kelly realized she was cumming too hard to talk.

She'd been cumming for a while now, it sluggishly dawned on her, but the fog in Kelly's brain and the ever-increasing intensity of the vibrations and the deepening confusion she felt every time she tried to form a coherent thought had made it difficult to recognize the exact moment when her pleasure spilled over into orgasm. "T-too much, it's... it's too much," she mumbled out, now genuinely afraid of what would happen if she didn't get at least a moment to recover her scrambled wits, but of course Arielle ignored her and Kelly suspected she'd intended this from the very beginning.

"Too much is never enough, babe," she chuckled, turning the vibrator up to maximum, and Kelly's eyes crossed and uncrossed repeatedly as the toy seemed to find a whole extra gear. It felt like it was attached directly to her clit now, thrumming away at it in unpredictable patterns that stunned Kelly's mind into silence before her thoughts could even begin, and when Arielle leaned in and gave her a long, slow, suckling kiss directly on her left nipple Kelly heard herself moan like metal bending under stress.

"Yuhhh... you...." she fumbled out, and even though her words sputtered out into panting, gasping moans Kelly clung to the train of thought with the desperation of a swimmer clutching at a life preserver. All those rumors, all those giggling whispers of awestruck sophomores and juniors talking up Arielle's prowess with women and her thoughtful knack for helping budding queers discover themselves... they'd all been here. In this exact room. On this exact bed, Feeling what Kelly was feeling now, the slow extinguishing of thought and independence as the buzzing toy fucked their brains clean out of their empty heads.

And for how long? It suddenly occurred to Kelly that Arielle had one of those ageless faces that could have been twenty and could have been thirty, and because she was a senior it wasn't really like there were any upperclassmen Kelly could talk to and find out exactly when she arrived at the school. Maybe the teachers, there had to be some who knew, but... but they all just doted on Arielle, didn't they? Cheerful smiles, warm greetings, lenient grading... it was like she had them wrapped around her little finger. Even the Dean.

Someone would have to notice, she told herself, even as her increasingly muzzy mind tried to warn her that Arielle was talking to her this whole time and she was simply too dazed and distracted to focus on it. But the more she tried to rack her feeble brains, the more trouble she had thinking of a single member of the staff or faculty that was actually male. Almost as if they'd been hand-selected. Almost as if... the efforts at cognition finally collapsed under the weight of so much pleasure, and Kelly found it impossible to recover them.

Her gaze refocused on Arielle's deep brown eyes, but somehow the whole way she looked at the other woman felt recontextualized--before, she'd been staring up at Arielle because she was lying on her back and Arielle was sitting upright on the mattress, but now it felt more like a supplicant gazing up in worshipful reverence at the face of a god. Arielle seemed to tower over Kelly, not just physically but emotionally as well, and when Arielle purred out, "How's that feel, pretty girl, hmm? Is it all melting into pleasure now? Does my cute little baby queer want to give it all up and go lezzie for sweet, sexy Arielle?" Kelly couldn't help nodding in vacant, blissful agreement.

The supine woman made one last, desperate attempt at resistance, reaching down to try to pull out the toy as her overwhelmed brain warned her that if she didn't make the pleasure stop now she'd never find it in herself to fight it again... but her muscles were kitten-weak after so much tensing and relaxing in orgasm after orgasm after powerfully intense orgasm, and Arielle simply took both her hands and pinned them to the headboard by her wrists, smirking at the feeble effort as though she was watching a very small child try to do their first fumbling somersault. Kelly didn't have it in her to challenge her after that.

"See, I think you just thought it felt wrong at first because you weren't ready for how much it would make you want to come back for more," Arielle growled, and Kelly's eyes went glassy and unfocused as the words sank in with the force of an unshakable truth. "You thought you were maybe just a little bi, honey, because they all do at first, and when you felt that big strong buzz in your pretty pussy you weren't sure how to handle it. But I can tell you everything you need to know, babe, I can show you just what a woman likes and how to give it to her, and I think when you're all done you're going to be so glad you met me. So very glad."

Kelly felt glad already, not even realizing that her stalled and sputtering brain was no longer capable of anything more than echoing back what it was told. She smiled beatifically as Arielle straddled Kelly's head with her light brown thighs, settling her cunt directly onto Kelly's mouth and murmuring, "Why don't you just start licking, baby girl, and I'll tell you how to make it better as you go," and any notions of removing the toy evaporated with the rest of her mind as her will finally and fully collapsed into oblivion. She didn't remember much of the next few hours. But she woke up wanting to tell everyone on campus just how amazing a night with Arielle could be.

THE END