Absolute Lesbian Sex

by Vanessa de Sade

  Cindy groaned, delirious with happiness, and arched her back. “Pull my panties down before you kiss me,” was all she managed to say.

  Lustful Intervention

  Nicole Gestalt

  On warm summer holiday Kat finds herself intervening in a situation that everyone else seems to be trying to avoid. After the intervention things become more heated and leaves Kat’s heart racing and very happy that she intervened in the first place.

  The first time Kat saw her she wanted her. Watching the golden haired beauty dive into the water her heart raced, her body filling with pure desire. She had never been so attracted to someone of the same sex before.

  She had known she liked women. She’d had a few crushes, and even some drunken fumbling’s that were lost in the fogs of time, but for the first time she felt a real desire. An overwhelming lust and an ache that she knew wouldn’t go away until she had had her, or at the very least found out that she was unobtainable.

  Sitting at the edge of the pool, she watched her effortlessly glide to the other side before rising out of the water, her hair sticking to her wet shoulders, reflecting the light from the sun as if it was made from liquid gold. Her bikini left little to the imagination, allowing Kat to see her tanned, and very pleasing, toned body.

  Standing up, Kat moved around the edge of the pool being careful not to drip water on those lying down, preferring the sun to the water. As she did so she watched the source of her lust pull herself effortlessly out of the pool, water glistening over her skin giving her a seductive sheen that Kat wanted to run her hands all over.

  Kat noticed that a group of lads seemed to be leering and staring at the woman, moving as one closer to her when she finally stood out up out of the pool. Watching, she felt anger well up inside her, and felt a need to protect and keep her for herself. The feelings surprised her; she had never felt anything like it. Although she knew about jealousy she had never felt it until now. Now she wanted to run over to her and sweep her away from the prying eyes of everyone, making sure she was protected and safe in her arms. It was all Kat could do to not go over and intervene, allowing herself to only walk a little faster.

  It wasn’t far to walk but by the time she got close enough to hear what they were saying as they surrounded her totally. All that could be seen of was faint glints of colour from the bikini and the gold of her hair reflecting the sun. To Kat they reminded her of a pack of hungry wolves, their eyes looking her up and down devouring her in their minds. Kat’s stomach knotted, bile hitting the back of her throat as waves of anger rushed through her. She forced herself to slow down so she could listen to what few words she could hear over the sound of others enjoying themselves at the poolside.

  “Look, I said I’m meeting someone here.” The woman’s voice was soft, but quivered with a hint of panic. One of the lads looked around before looking back at her with a sneer.

  “Well, we don’t see anyone, so perhaps you’re just saying that. I think we should be getting you a drink, don’t you lads?” The speaker paused and grinned to his mates who all nodded in agreement before he continued “Perhaps then you can show us the inside of your hotel room, we won’t mind if it’s small, it’ll be all the more cosy.” Kat couldn’t see his expression after that as the group turned as one forming a solid group the girl hidden completely from view.

  Kat looked around the pool to see if anyone else had noticed this confrontation but no one seemed to be paying any attention, and if they had noticed they were all keeping their distance not wanting to get involved. Anger rose up her spine, her hands balling up. Having three older brothers she had grown up a fighter and wasn’t afraid of confrontation. She didn’t consider herself to be butch, but she wasn’t afraid of throwing her weight around when it was needed. Without hesitating she decided things had gone on far enough and pushed her way through the group her back to the one she had heard speak.

  “There you are! I’ve been looking all over. Come on everyone’s waiting.”

  She grinned brightly at the woman trying to pretend she wasn’t as angry as she actually was. Now she was closer she realised she was actually shorter than the woman by a a good head and shoulders and had to look up to look her in the eyes.

  The woman blinked at her clearly unsure how to react to this new turn of events, though Kat was sure through the look of confusion in her eyes she saw a spark of hope that salvation had arrived - however she realised this could also be wishful thinking on her part. Without letting her speak Kat grabbed hold of her hand forcing herself not to think about how good it felt to touch her, nor how it was causing her body to react just being so close to her instead she focused upon the situation at hand and the knowledge that she only had one chance to get the woman away from the group who were all now looking at her with confusion and dislike in their eyes. Her whole body tensed up, preparing for a fight if it was needed. For a moment no one moved, and so Kat attempted to pull the woman in an attempt to leave the circle she had barged into. She didn’t get far, as the voice from the leader cut through the silence reanimating the rest of the group.

  “She’s decided she’s not going with you lot, she’s staying with us instead. Of course you’re welcome to stay too. In fact she was just about to show us her room, why don’t you come as well.” The leering voice made Kat shudder before she had chance to control herself. It sounded so goading and filled with an edge, the intentions were clear even while they remained unspoken. Bile stung her throat but she swallowed desperately trying not to show any emotion or give off any sense of fear. Letting go of the woman Kat turned slowly to the speaker smiling sweetly up at him.

  “I very much doubt that she was about to come with you, and I know I’m not going anywhere with any of you. For a start you’re not my type, and secondly I don’t hang around with Neanderthals like you.”

  The speaker’s face went red. He spluttered, his eyes bulging as if he had never been spoken to like that, Kat was almost sure she could see her words trickling through his head as if he was trying to make sense of it all. After a moment he seemed to give up trying to work it all out and moved forward to grab Kat. His movements were slow however and bending backward a little she managed to slip out of his grasp. As she moved she brought her leg up, planting her foot sharply between his legs. Colour drained immediately from his face as he doubled up in pain. Stumbling backwards he lost his balance he slipped and fell into the pool. For an instant the rest of the group remained still, staring at the scene that had just played out in front of them, before as one they rushed to the pool edge, leaning over in an attempt to pull the flailing figure out. Kat didn’t hesitate grabbing the woman’s hand tightly and leaning in to speak to her.

  “Run” she whispered, and set off dragging her to a run before she had chance to respond.

  As they raced around the corner of one of the buildings that framed the pool, a large splash followed by some shouts could be heard, indicating that the rescue attempt wasn’t going particularly well.

  When they reached the exit of the pool complex and ducked behind the corner they stopped running. The woman leant against the wall breathing heavily. Kat looked at her closely for the first time and noticed that although she now looked dry her body was covered in goose bumps and she seemed to be shaking a little. Undoing her sarong she handed it to her.

  “Here, use this. You look cold.”

  With a grateful smile the woman took it. As she did so their hands touched. The woman’s hand was warm and sent tingles of electricity through Kat’s hand; looking at the blue eyes of the woman she could see that she seemed to have felt it too.

  “Emma” the woman said quickly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Kat watched as Emma’s skin goose pimpled further. She hoped it wasn’t only because she was still cold. A blush spread across her face and she smiled at her.

  “I’m Kat. It’s nice to meet you.”

  Emma
smiled and Kat felt her heart skip a beat, her whole face lit up with the smile which caused her eyes to twinkle. Kat’s stomach knotted and seemed to become swarmed with butterflies, her palms began to sweat and as she wiped them on herself she felt her nerves taking a greater hold of her.

  “I guess I owe you a thank you. If you hadn’t turned up I’m not sure what I would have done. I’m not particularly good in situations like that.” Her eyes sparkled brightly as she spoke which caused Kat to wonder if there were things she wasn’t saying. She watched her mouth move loving the shapes that it created as it formed each word.

  Suddenly she realised that Emma was staring at her having finished speaking and all Kat was doing was staring. Blinking she instinctively took a step back to give her time to form her words together.

  “It...it’s fine, it was nothing really. I know what it’s like to be in that sort of thing.” She trailed off and shrugged words failing her. Licking her lips she fell silent, there were many things that she wanted to say but she knew she couldn’t and didn’t want to presume anything. In the end she looked down at her feet nervously shifting them

  “Don’t look away.” Emma’s hand brushed up against Kat’s cheek a finger under her chin nudging her head up. Kat didn’t fight the movement and found herself looking back at Emma unsure if Emma realised how she was making her feel. Her expression made Kat feel as if she was looking deep inside her and without Kat realising she suddenly seemed to be much closer. It took her a moment to realise that Emma was actually moving but in that moment Emma’s soft ruby red lips pressed against her own. It was a gentle kiss, filled with uncertainty, but Kat leaned into it, kissing her back. When Emma pulled away Kat saw her face marked with worry.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Emma’s voice trembled and she started to move away but Kat grabbed hold of her arm before she could move far.

  “Don’t go, it’s okay,” She grinned, she couldn’t help it “in fact it’s more than okay it’s fantastic. How did you know?” She asked nervously.

  “I saw you watching me at the pool. You looked hungry; it gave it away a little. I’d been trying to catch your eye that’s why I got out of the pool. I was about to make my way to you but well....then everything else happened. Still, I guess it all worked out.....”

  The words that Emma spoke began to fall on deaf ears as Kat found it hard to focus on anything. Her heart hammered and a lump formed in her throat, she didn’t want to talk she wanted to give in to what her body was feeling. She wanted to push Emma up against the wall and have her, feel her body under her hands, suckle on her breasts, kiss that gorgeous neck before moving down to work on the rest of her body. Until now she had always assumed that her first time with a woman would be the result of a long romantic relationship where they would then make love on a bed covered in rose petals, soft music playing in the background. Meeting Emma, however, had driven all thoughts of that out of her mind. She knew that however it happened with her it would be amazing, and she didn’t want to wait or play all the little games that couples play, she just wanted to do it now.

  She didn’t know where these thoughts or feelings were coming from. They didn’t feel like her thoughts, but she couldn’t deny they turned her on. It felt as if another part of her brain, a part she had never realised existed, had taken over. She didn’t want to just have Emma. She wanted to own her, to make her beg for more as she took every part of her body.

  She cut Emma off with a hard kiss. She didn’t mean it to be hard but she was glad that rather then pull away Emma pushed back, taking the force that it was given with. Parting her lips she pushed her tongue forward, exploring Emma’s mouth as she too relaxed into the kiss. Her kisses tasted sweet, leaving Kat hungry for more. She shifted her weight forward pushing Emma up against the wall, pinning her body against the hard, unyielding surface. Her hands wandered over Emma’s body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, gently at first but slightly harder when Emma didn’t react. In response Emma moaned into Kat’s mouth before running her own hands over Kat.

  The moan was Kat’s undoing. Her body ached tingling with anticipation there was only one thing that held her back, pulling away, she looked at Emma, her face flushed and her eyes flaring with desire.

  “Are you sure you want this?” She asked. She wouldn’t have felt right not asking at least once, so when Emma nodded in response she darted forward and planted quick kisses against her neck. When she reached her shoulder blade she stopped and moved back up before kissing her passionately on the lips. Moving her left leg she pushed it between Emma’s forcing them apart. Since Emma had Kat’s sarong around her shoulders, they had only the thin fabric of their bathing suits pressed up against their skin. Kat bent her knee slightly, pushing her leg up against Emma. Feeling the warmth between her legs, she moaned involuntarily as Emma reciprocated.

  To Kat it was the most glorious feeling, holding in her arms a woman of such beauty who was moaning at her every touch. She clamped Emma’s knee between her legs as it pushed up against her clit, feeling herself becoming wet through the fabric of her swimsuit. To her joy she heard Emma moan and move her head back as far as it would go against the wall. Emma’s thigh muscles tightened around Kat’s leg but she pushed upwards, moving to create friction between Emma’s costume and her pussy. She tried to match Emma’s motions as she moved forward, Emma’s hips grinding involuntarily.

  Kat cried out as Emma clawed her back with her hands, she wasn’t sure if Emma was aware that she was doing it, she seemed to be lost in a mist of passion. The same mist descended over Kat, but for her it also gave more kindling to the urge to dominate Emma. Running her hands over Emma’s body she took hold of her breasts, squeezing them and enjoying the feeling of them in her hands. Emma’s nipples were hard, pushing up against her bikini top through which Kat pinched them, causing Emma to cry out, her whole body becoming flushed. Pulling her slightly away from the wall she moved one of her hands down Emma’s back until she came to her succulent arse and gave it a squeeze

  Squeezing and kissing, Kat pushed her knee up hard against Emma’s clit. The harder and faster she moved, the more Emma seemed to enjoy it. Kat felt a knot of hot white energy tightening deep inside her, and the more she wriggled against Emma’s leg the bigger it got. She knew she was close to orgasm, so she focused on Emma, trying to get her to the same state. She kissed her passionately once more before pulling away, Emma’s bottom lip held gently between her teeth. Emma responded by forcing her head forward kissing her so violently Kat felt sure they would both be bruised later. Mouths open, their tongues danced, exploring each other as finally Kat wriggled one more time and toppled Emma over the edge, taking herself along too. Their cries of orgasm muffled by their kiss they remained tight in one another’s arms until the feelings had subsided.

  Kat looked at Emma, glad to see her eyes sparkling and her face flushed with excitement. A cool breeze began to blow, causing Kat to shiver. Her whole body was shaking and she had to hold on to Emma to keep standing.

  Looking at her she wanted to say thank you, but she couldn’t; no words would ever be able to express how she felt. So, when in silence Emma took her hand and began to move towards a complex of houses she followed, knowing that the day was far from over.

  Something in Common

  Lucy Felthouse

  Nerd and amateur photographer Justine is partaking of one of her favourite pastimes—visiting a historical site—when she bumps into Amber. It turns out they’re both equally enthusiastic about exploring stately homes, abbeys, stone circles and the like—and their surprise at meeting someone with similar interests leads them on another adventure together, which doesn’t end at the site.

  Justine was so engrossed in framing the perfect shot of the tallest part of the ruined abbey that she didn’t notice anyone else entering the grounds. In fact, her fellow history lover had opened the gate, walked through it, closed it
and walked a couple of hundred metres across the grass towards her without her noticing. Justine only became aware she had company when a voice came from close behind her.

  “Wow, that’s gonna be a great shot.”

  Justine was glad she had her expensive camera on a strap around her neck otherwise she’d have dropped it. And given she was standing on a little bit of ruined wall, that would definitely not have gone down well. The thought of her precious camera being smashed to smithereens sent a shudder through her. She spun round to face the person who had startled her, ready to tell them off for creeping up on people.

  But when she caught sight of the potential camera-wrecker, she totally changed her mind. The woman that stood before her was stunning. She was dressed in casual clothes; jeans with a rip in one knee, a baggy t-shirt with a tree on it and a pair of Converse. She was definitely a woman after Justine’s own heart. And many other things besides, Justine thought as she watched wisps of the other girl’s shiny red hair blow in the breeze. The girl’s startling blue-green eyes, rosebud mouth and cute button nose certainly didn’t do anything to harm her appeal.

  Justine realised she was staring but still hadn’t said anything. She shook herself, then stammered, “Y - you made me jump.”

  “Sorry. I thought you’d have heard me coming.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Sorry. Again. Hope I didn’t ruin your shot. My name’s Amber, by the way.” She stuck her hand out, and Justine took it. They shook hands, then parted.

  “So,” Amber said, looking around, “you here by yourself?”

  Justine nodded. “Sure am. It’s impossible to get any of my friends to come to any of these places with me. They’re quite happy to go to the pub, the cinema, or shopping. But if I mention ruins, a stone circle or a stately home, they don’t want to know. You?”