But You're a Girl! Volume One: Ten First Lesbian Sex Erotica Stories

by April Lawless

  A few moments later, I heard the bathroom door open and then, Mandy was stepping into the shower with me. My mind dropped all thought again. “I . . .I don’t . . .” I could only stutter.

  Mandy just shook her head and gave me her sweet smile. “You’re still so tense, Hol. What else can I do to help you relax?”

  The question seemed so ridiculous that I laughed out loud. “Mandy, what the fuck are you doing in here?”

  She shrugged and stepped under the water with me. “I just thought maybe you needed a little more permission to say Fuck it today.” She reached out and ran a hand over my wet hair and down my back. A spasm hit my pussy in response and I groaned. “Every once in a while, Holly, it’s okay to say fuck it to everything and just give it a rest.”

  I looked at her, the water streaming over her body, her beautiful body that I’d just touched and kissed and finger-fucked. I grinned. “Okay then, Mandy, fuck it.” I reached out and pulled her against me, rubbing my wet body up and down hers.

  Mandy smiled. “Well, that’s a nice change. I’m happy to see you let loose.”

  I nodded and put a finger to her lips. “Mandy, I thought I told you to fuck it.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of me. Twisting my hands in her wet hair, I brought her face up to my pussy. Her tongue searched and found my clit, making me shudder and almost lose my footing. I planted my feet more firmly as she thrust into my wet opening and I let my worries die down for a while longer. Her eager moans and sighs as she worked her mouth on me helped everything recede.

  It was remarkably anti-climactic when I took the day off. They had substitutes on call, and there wasn’t so much as a funny look. Of course, I didn’t feel an ounce of resentment the next time Holly called and invited herself over. I just stayed in bed and waited for the doorbell to ring.

  I Got Caught But I Didn't Get Punished!

  A First Lesbian Experience Erotica Story

  by Nancy Barrett

  Copyright 2014 by Bright Lights Erotica Press

  Mornings were for masturbation.

  The truth was that since I first discovered my clit, masturbation before I began my day was routine. It didn’t matter if I’d had sex the night before. Hell, I was pretty sure that my hands would find my legs no matter what on any given morning. When I was at slumber parties when I was sixteen and seventeen, I would sneak into the restroom for privacy and go to it. Now, twenty-three and working on my master’s degree; I was still sticking to my morning routine.

  On a Thursday morning in November, I woke up to a particularly freezing bedroom. It ticked me off because I’d been bugging the landlord about fixing the radiator. The problem was, the radiator in the front room and my roommate Sylvia’s bedroom worked fine. Mine worked about half the time and it always seemed that the working half of the time fell when the landlord came to check it out. If Sylvia wasn’t always working during the day, she could have gotten him to fix it. She was stunningly beautiful and knew how to bat her eyes and get guys to do things. I wasn’t unattractive, but I wasn’t the type who knew how to use what I had.

  It was unbearable, so I grabbed my blanket and headed to the living room. I walked naked. It didn’t matter. Sylvia always left the house before dawn and even so we’d seen each other naked many times in our years of friendship, especially since we decided to share an apartment. The warmth in the front room was wonderful, and I let the blanket remain on the floor and just climbed onto the couch to warm up my skin. Naturally, my hands travelled downward so that it wasn’t long before I was pinching my nipples and rubbing softly at my clit. I moaned softly and let my mind wander to images of sex. I never really had thought-out fantasies or anything like that while I masturbated so much as images and movements would flash through my mind, fleeting and teasing ideas.

  As I warmed up and got more aroused, I moved my fingers lower and pushed two into my pussy. I pinched my nipples harder and pushed my hips up against my hand, moaning more and breathing heavily as well. I had done this for so long that I knew exactly how to make myself cum and also how to prolong the experience so it would last. I decided this morning’s session would be long and luxurious, and I moaned at the idea of a half hour of touching myself. Then, I heard Sylvia ask, “Having fun?”

  I opened my eyes and stared in shock. I’d thought Sylvia had already left, and I was paralyzed, feeling utterly stupid. She looked me up and down, and I realized my fingers were still in my pussy. Somehow, my hand wouldn’t obey my brain so that even though I desperately wanted to pull them out, desperately wanted to get up and run out of the living room, I just stayed in the same position like a deer in the headlights and stared at my roommate. She was wearing her skimpy sheer nightgown, naked underneath it. I’d seen her naked countless times, but right then, I was aware of it more than I’d ever been before.

  Neither of us said anything, and I wanted to disappear, to melt into nothingness right on the couch. In my whole life, I’d never been caught masturbating, and she’d walked right in on me. I didn’t know what to do. All I knew is that I desperately wished my body would listen to any of the commands I gave it and would at least let me take my fucking fingers out of my cunt. Instead, I just stared helplessly at my best friend, wondering if there was any way to pretend the whole event hadn’t occurred.

  Sylvia stared at me for a moment and then stepped up to me. I swear to God it seemed like scary music was playing as she approached me, and I just stared in horror at her. She surprised me though. She got close and then bent over, putting her mouth on mine and pushing her tongue past my lips. My pussy instantly spasmed around my fingers. I’d never been with a woman, and though I suppose I fantasized about it as much as any girl, it had never been much of a turn on for me. Right then, though, with her tongue exploring my mouth and my fingers filling my pussy, I wanted nothing more than to be with her, to make love to her in every way possible.

  She broke off the kiss, smiled seductively, and then moved lower. She bypassed my breasts and took hold of my wrist. My fingers finally left my pussy as she pulled my hand away, and I gasped because she replaced them with her tongue. My first boyfriend had gone down on me, once, but it was nothing like this. He’d been rough and overpowering about it. It had been unpleasant more than anything else, clumsy like most of our sex life had been, and it had been a brief moment more designed to get me to give him a blowjob in return than anything else. Sylvia was different.

  Her tongue moved up and down in a slow exploration, beginning right above my asshole and travelling upward to my clit and then downward again. She moved along the outer edges of my folds and gradually tightened the circle in a maddeningly slow collapsing ark until finally her tongue moved in tiny rotations right at the entrance and I was desperate for more. My moans became plaintive, and I thought I heard her almost chuckle at my desire. Then, with no warning, she extended her tongue and simply plunged it into me, her lips mashing against me and her nose pushing against my clit as her tongue wiggled within me and I gasped and clutched the cushions of the couch. It was easily the most powerful feeling I’d ever had during sex short of an actual orgasm, and the truth was that if I’d had to choose between most of the orgasms I’d ever had and the feel of that moment I would have chosen the plunge of her tongue inside of me.

  I stared down, looking at her forehead and noticing (and really feeling) that her hair hung down over my thighs. I also noticed her hands moving and realized she was pulling her nightie off. In fact, she pulled away for a moment and lifted it over her head and when I saw she was naked, I almost came right then. It was a brief glimpse, like one of my fleeting images, and then her mouth was back on me.

  I think the hunger she displayed was probably the sexiest thing about it. She sure as hell didn’t seem like she was doing it for my benefit or she was just trying to get it over with. On the contrary, she appeared to desperately want to explore every part of my pussy, to taste every part of me, and to utterly consume me. Sylvia moaned while she thr
ust her tongue in and out of me and moved her head back and forth. She moaned like she might have if someone were doing the same thing to her.

  To her.

  “I want…I want to taste you,” I said softly. She pulled her mouth away and smiled at me, and the pure sexuality in the expression on her face was incredible. Then, she stood up so she could lean over and kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips, and that was in itself about as incredible of an experience as I’d ever had. I kissed her back passionately this time, no longer so self-conscious and no longer so worried or embarrassed. The kiss lasted for several kisses—ten or fifteen minutes of making out and exploring each other with our hands. It was so strange and somehow very romantic to have her on top of me, which made things even more confusing to me. In my fantasies about lesbian sex, I’d never really thought about more than the actual sex. This kind of tender sweetness, though, had me reeling physically and emotionally.

  Finally, I used my arms to kind of urge her upward. It took a while for her to understand what I wanted because it was so damned hard to stop the kissing. Finally, I pulled my mouth away from hers and kissed her neck and shoulder, pulling her up with more urgency. She edged over me, and I put my mouth on her breast, closing over her nipple and sucking. She gasped and then sighed, and it gave me a pretty astounding thrill to know I’d aroused her. Best of all, I loved the way she kind of arched her back. It adjusted her weight on top of me and just felt all-around sexy. When I pulled my mouth away from her nipple, kissed lower, and began pulling again; she knew exactly what I wanted. I felt her straddle me and then begin moving upward. I watched as her little pink pussy got closer and closer to my face.

  In the back of my mind I was nervous as hell but in the front of my mind I was desperate to lick at her, to know what it was like. When she lifted a leg to drape it over the arm of the couch and lowered herself to me, I extended my tongue and felt a thrill rush through me when I made contact. I wanted to do what she’d done, to tease in circles, but I just didn’t have the patience. She tasted sweet and salty and musky and erotic and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her ass, pulled her to me, and just started licking for all I was worth. It was really amazing for me, actually. I thrust my tongue up into her like it was some kind of a little cock, and when she moaned in response and moved against my mouth it felt like I’d just won a marathon.

  I pushed in and out and wiggled my tongue, and I felt pretty damned good about myself despite the fact that I’d never done it before. I was so caught up in what I was doing, that it wasn’t until she pushed me away about ten minutes later that I realized I’d made her cum and had just kept licking even though she’d become super sensitive. She gasped and said between heaving breaths that I was cruel for keeping it up after her orgasm. She said it with a smile though. I just stared at up at her, feeling her weight over my shoulders and breasts, and then she said, “Time for revenge.”

  I couldn’t register what that meant right away, but in seconds I had her fingers inside of me, fucking me furiously as she licked at my clit. The feeling was wonderful, overwhelming and beautiful as she sucked my clit and flicked her tongue over it and moved her hand with complete abandon until I cried out and felt my orgasm take me. It hit hard, and it seemed to wash over me in waves, exploding outward with warmth and pleasure over and over. She kept moving her fingers as my pussy became supersensitive, and she moved with me so I couldn’t get away, certainly exacting her revenge.

  Thankfully, I was stronger than her, and I was able to push away her hand and wrestle her away so that she ended up on her back on the floor, giggling like a child as I climbed on top of her and told her she was going to pay. She smiled and said, “I’m counting on it.”

  Of course, neither of us was really able to handle anything right then, so apart from some kissing and some teasing, too-sensitive touches we settled down and poured ourselves some wine. It was kind of neat, just hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. It was about noon when I asked about her work and if she was going to get in trouble for not going in. Turned out she had the day off. That was nice. I meant we’d have the whole day to enjoy each other. Then it got nicer because she told me she had tomorrow off as well.

  Philippa at the Cabin

  My Exploration with Another Girl

  An Explicit First Lesbian Sex Erotica Story

  by Callie Amaranth

  all rights reserved copyright 2014 by Hot Days and Scorching Nights Erotica

  Philippa was beautiful and sweet and charming and bubbly, and I knew that we were going to end up the best of friends. It wasn’t until we were cleaning the coffee cups, though, that things took a turn. We were standing in the kitchen at the sink, and water splashed up onto her white t-shirt. As her nipples became visible through the thin cotton, I realized that I was desperately sexually attracted to her. The outlines of her nipples were obvious and impossible not to notice, and I was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that both of us were standing there wearing just our t-shirts and panties. She’d woken up in the middle of the night and busied herself washing the dishes. That woke me up, and I’d walked out to investigate. It was crazy. The light streaming in from the window seemed to outline her face, and I just stared in shock. I don’t know how the realization hit me, but it was almost overwhelming. And our husbands were just a few feet away, really, separated by a wall on one side, and it just made no sense.

  We were there on a couples retreat. There were forty couples or so at the campground, and we’d been randomly assigned two couples to a cabin. Each cabin had two lovely master bedrooms, a joint living room, and a joint kitchen/dining area. It was wonderful, and Philippa was simply charming. We hit it off right away and we were both excited to realize we only lived about twenty minutes from each other so even after the retreat we’d be able to hang out. None of that went through my mind at that moment, though. The only thing I could think about was how she was beautiful and how I wanted her. Of course, I didn’t say anything.

  But she noticed I was staring. I guess there was no way she wouldn’t have noticed, because I wasn’t making a conscious effort to hide it. She smiled at me as though she was trying to gauge whether or not we were thinking the same thing. Apparently, she came to the conclusion that we were, because she leaned forward and put her hand on my arm. It was like electric current suddenly was running through me. Her hair looked so beautiful and soft and brown, and when she leaned further forward and I could feel her breath growing warmer on my face as she approached, I inhaled sharply. The next thing I knew, her mouth landed flush on mine, and she kissed me. And I kissed her back.

  She pulled away abruptly, but only to whisper, “I felt it too.” And then she leaned back in and kissed me once more. As far as I was concerned by that time, I was going to go for broke.

  I kissed her passionately, diving my tongue into her mouth, and ran my hands up and down her sides. She definitely agreed with where things were going because her hands moved down to the hem of my shirt and, suddenly, she was lifting it up. If there was one negative thing I would be forced to point out about the experience, it was that I had to break off my kiss with her when my t-shirt reached my neck and she wanted to pull it up over my face. But once my t-shirt was on the ground, that situation was remedied quickly. I got back to kissing her, and as our tongues wrestled each other, I reached my hand up and under her shirt. I lifted it up and above her breasts, but I didn’t want to break off the kiss to get it all the way off. So, instead, I moved my hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently as I kissed her.

  It was wonderful, but she finally pushed me back and dropped her shirt onto the floor herself. And then I watched her hook her fingers in my panties, and then she pulled them down over my legs to my ankles. I was beyond excited, overwhelmed, and nervous, but I was absolutely thrilled with what was happening. She leaned down and kissed me. Now, she had only her panties on, and I was completely naked.

  As she kissed me, she pushed me back so that I was sitting on the stool nex
t to the breakfast counter. She kissed my breasts and then moved down, and I felt an incredible thrill of nervous excitement when she lifted my leg up so that one of my legs was on the counter and one was on the floor. I was spread wide right in front of her, my pussy completely visible. She kissed between my breasts and then lower, and then, suddenly, her mouth was on my most private of places.

  I moaned, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I needed one hand to steady myself by holding onto the chair, and I desperately wanted to grab her head and run my fingers through her hair, but it was such a new experience for me that I just wasn’t sure what to do. When she pulled her mouth away and looked up at me, her eyes looked a little concerned.

  “Is that okay?” she asked.

  I breathed out, “Oh my god, it’s wonderful.”

  She smiled, relief washing over her features. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.

  I think that’s when my nervousness disappeared. We were both inexperienced. It loosened me up completely, and I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair as her mouth got back to work and her tongue began exploring my folds. As she licked me, I said, “Me either. We can learn together.”