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

by April Lawless

  I can’t believe Jordan didn’t call me last night. I mean, granted I have things I am keeping from him. He wouldn’t like it at all if he knew I went out with Stacy and Jan last night again but I mean, it’s not like I’m keeping tabs on him in Florida. For all I know, he’s doing coke and screwing hookers while I’m home touching myself, thinking only about him. I know Jordan’s not like that, but still. I never hear from him and when he finally does call, he gives me the total third degree about who I’m hanging with and where I go and stuff. Seems kinda like I’m getting short-changed while God only knows what Jordan’s doing. And it’s not even like I care, anyway. As long as he’s not screwing someone else, he can do whatever he wants and he should trust me to do whatever the fuck I want to do. I don’t know why shit has to get so complicated.

  Monday August 14th

  I am so happy it’s almost time to pack up and leave. I’m starting to think I should just break up with Jordan once and for all. He says he’s busy all the time but he never calls and when we finally do talk, he’s just such an asshole about everything. When I get to college, it’s probably going to get even worse. I don’t know but Sis says I probably want to stay single and try dating some college guys out. Anyway, I think it was just my imagination—maybe not—but I think our art teacher Ms. Blackstone was kind of being too nice to me today or something. Ms. Blackstone doesn’t look like she’s much older than us. She’s got long blonde hair, big green eyes, and as Charlie Kelvins says, quite a rack. She’s built. I hope I look like her in a few years. Okay, I hope I look half as good as her. Sure, I’m built too, but…I don’t know.

  It’s not like I’m into girls or anything but Ms. Blackstone is different.

  Thursday August 17th

  I haven’t wanted to write because I haven’t know how to say it. All I will write is that I had to lie to Jordan last night and I felt terrible. I didn’t want to tell him the truth and so I didn’t.

  That’s the end of my journal from Summer School. I know it doesn’t seem like much happened but to be honest; in the days between August 14th and August 17th, I became a changed person. What really happened is this:

  Tuesday was another day in art class with Ms. Blackstone. I think we talked about Matisse and his nudes that day. I remember it almost like it just happened yesterday. I remember watching Ms. Blackstone teach. She was so animated and full of life then. I thought she had so much passion that it was kind of sad that she was stuck teaching a bunch of losers like us about the great artists of the world, considering how little most of us cared about her or art. Most of the class appreciated pictures of weed leaves and that’s about it.

  I also remember as she wrote on the board, I watched her chest as it slowly moved up and down with her arms. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra because I could see her pointy little nipples poking through her cable knit green sweater. Her hips looked curvy and full in her pencil skirt and her ankles were slim at the bottom of her shapely legs. She wore little black pumps that were a tiny bit shiny and not too high. I remember realizing I was really staring and looking away.

  I stayed after class that day. I was bored. I had no plans, and Jordan and I were not really talking. We’d just gotten into another fight about either his distance or my spending too much time at parties with Jan. Who knows what it was really about? I liked the high, long tables in art class because I had more than enough room to spread out and get comfortable. I was deep in my Matisse inspired portrait when I looked up and I all I could see was the outline of Ms. Blackstone’s hard nipple jutting through her tight sweater. She was standing right next to me, looking at what I was doing. I hadn’t even realized the class was completely empty but I came to, and looked around. I think I probably blushed.

  “Hey. That’s really good, Laney,” she said with a smile. I noticed how full and pink her lips were as she slid her tongue over them as though they were dry. I know I blushed then. I was no artist and getting a compliment from the teacher was a feather in my cap even if it just meant I was among the better students in a summer school group full of burnouts. It felt good.

  She leaned closer to me, and I could see her full breasts hit the table as she leaned in. I was acutely aware of how they seemed to just rest there, sitting on the table, right next to my artwork. I was never into girls but for some reason I really, really wanted to see her breasts and maybe even touch them. I wanted to see what Ms. Blackstone looked like without clothes on. I could feel myself getting wet and starting to blush. I tried hard to avoid both, but my body wasn’t listening to me.

  “Um...thanks.”

  As she started to stand back up, her side and breasts brushed against my shoulders. I knew I was really wet now. I couldn’t help but take a peek at her hard nipples.

  “So, Laney,” Ms. Blackstone said, “What are you up to this afternoon?”

  I blushed more. She obviously wanted to know why I was hanging out in her classroom, the last to leave. “Working on my collage, Ms. Blackstone. I don’t really have much to do. See, my boyfriend is at boot camp, and…” I trailed off, feeling the blush color my face. “I don’t know...”

  She sat down next to me - crossing one curvy, tight thigh over the other. I could tell she was wearing sheer pantyhose. It looked like she had a touch of shimmer around her eyes. “Oh,” she said and looked at her shiny black pumps. “Your boyfriend’s not around. You must be very bored.”

  I nodded my head and confessed, “It’s been kind of tense. He’s kind of jealous.”

  Ms. Blackstone put her hand over my hand then and with a pat said, “It’s OK, honey. We all go through changes.”

  I was shocked when she picked my hand up and pulled me, and my arm, towards her huge tits. I had no idea touching another woman could feel so good or make me so wet. She moved my hand up and down across her chest and slid it down so that I could feel how tight and small her tiny waist was. Then she tried to move my hand between her legs and I resisted at first. Everything was happening so suddenly, and I was completely shocked. As she tried to force me between her legs, my hand moving close to her pussy made me feel more excited than I’d ever felt before. I finally relented and let the ripples of pleasure shoot through me as I touched her through her skirt.

  While I rubbed, my teacher pulled off her sweater. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and when her breasts came free, I gasped in excitement. Ms. Blackstone was soft where Jordan had been hard, and I was having fun exploring her new body. I leaned forward and gently sucked her nipples as her tits bounced against my face. Ms. Blackstone took over from my hand and started rubbing her pussy as I sucked and pleaded for more. Ms. Blackstone pushed me back against the table and slipped my panties off, between my ankles. I was wetter than I was shy and I wanted whatever she wanted to do to me.

  She started with my thighs, licking and kissing them softly. She felt so different from Jordan and lying there on the art table, having my teacher kiss my thighs with my boyfriend off at boot camp, felt so wrong that I could have cum right there and then. As she drew nearer to my soaking wet pussy, I started to moan a little. Things I’d never said before started to escape from my mouth and I found myself repeating, “Oh yeah. Oh yeah, Ms. Blackstone. Please. Please do me.”

  I was too hot for her to get embarrassed. This was the most intense experience of my life, and one I’d never dreamed of. The bell rang as she finally licked my pussy, pushing into my wet folds as though her mouth was searching for my clit. When she finally found it, she sucked expertly as I squirmed on the table. I could feel paint pressing into my arms and back but I didn’t care. All I could think about was her warm tongue licking and rubbing me. She moved now and put her tight, hard ass in my face.

  I looked up her skirt as she kept licking me. She was wearing a teal blue thong and I could see the thong pressing into her pink lips. I slipped my fingers up her thighs and inside of her as she slipped her tongue inside of me. I could feel her tits bouncing against my stomach as she worked on me. I was screaming at this point, “F
uck yeah. Fuck yeah.” I didn’t care who walked by and peered in, I just wanted more and more.

  As I fucked Ms. Blackstone’s pussy with my fingers, she slipped her tongue faster and faster inside mine and I started to shake from the force of my building orgasm. I couldn’t shut up either: I was screaming and moaning on the table and Ms. Blackstone had to hold my legs down as I came and came. It was so intense that it was like the first time I’d really cum in my whole life.

  I was calmer but still very hot as Ms. Blackstone changed positions again and stuck her tongue in my mouth - our breasts pressed together. She rubbed my pussy and then hers until, recovering from the incredible orgasm, I had the strength to start rubbing her clit while she gently rubbed mine. She bucked her hips upward and stayed on top of me, dangling her tits in my face as I licked and nibbled on them and I could tell I would cum again. In a strong firm voice like she used to teach class, Ms. Blackstone instructed me, “Rub my pussy harder.” I did, tentatively at first but then more confidently when she moaned with pleasure and I knew I was doing it right.

  “Good girl. Very, very good girl. You’re making me cum.”

  She worked on my pussy faster with her hand as she bucked back and forth from her orgasm. As she stopped cumming, she thrust a huge tit in my face and made me cum again, slipping her fingers in and out of my pussy hard and fast. I screamed and almost cried from the pleasure. It was incredible.

  As we got up, she slipped her smart sweater back on and fixed her hair. I could tell my legs and arms were covered in paint from the table. I felt shy suddenly but she leaned in and said, “You’re a beautiful girl. Good luck with that boy of yours.”

  She walked out of the room with her briefcase and a bang. I didn’t write about the day in my journal but I never, ever forgot it. I go back to it, sometimes when I need a daydream or some extra inspiration about how strange and great life can be sometimes.

  No Sleep Tonight

  A First Lesbian Sex Erotica Story

  by Morghan Rhees

  all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Happy Hardcore Erotica Publishing

  cover by Lex Thorne

  I was having trouble sleeping, and I had done everything in my power to find a slumber that eluded me. My husband was beside himself with worry, so much so that he decided that I should go to therapy and get some help for my insomnia. The therapist had a very special treatment that I was going to find very enjoyable.

  I've had trouble sleeping ever since I was a teenager, but it has only gotten worse after my marriage and subsequent two kids, not to mention the stress of having to worry about paying the bills every month. It wasn't like my husband wasn't making enough money, it was just that I was always thinking about things and just couldn't let go and go to sleep.

  “I think you should go see somebody about all this, and maybe they can give you some medication to help you sleep.” My husband John was a good man, but he was unaware that I had tried sleeping pills and other sleep aids out there, and they just weren't doing anything for me. It was when I started to act a little strangely, that my husband got worried and was now asking me to go to therapy and see if they could do anything for me.

  “Okay, I’ll go, but my parents tried sending me to therapy when I was younger, and it worked for little while, but then the same problems would come back all over again. I doubt that this will be any different, but I can see how concerned you are, and I don't like seeing that expression on your face. For you and the kids, I'll endeavor to find a therapist that can hopefully help me deal with my issues.”

  The only thing now was finding the right therapist, as it was just as important to find someone that you're comfortable with, as the therapy itself. My friend Joan knew of a therapist named Amber Wilson, who had helped her get over her fear of flying. I thought that I would give this woman a shot, as I really didn't have anything to lose besides my mind and sanity.

  Going into her office, I noticed right away that she didn't have a receptionist, and would come out and greet me herself. She was around 40 years old, with dark red hair; cut short and spiky, 5 foot nothing and an hourglass figure that would put most women to shame. Looking at her, I found myself thinking that I should go to a gym, even though I was less than 120 pounds, 5 foot 6 and had an ass that was hard as stone. Amber was oozing sexuality, and had even dressed with seduction in mind. Her white blouse didn’t hide the fact that she was going commando on top, and the first three buttons were undone, giving me an easy view of the cleavage she possessed.

  Being committed to my marriage, I had never found any man that tempted me to cheat on him, but this woman was seriously giving me food for thought about changing teams and trying an entirely new position. “So, Jennifer, you told me on the phone that you are having trouble sleeping, but yet this is not uncommon for you. If I gather what you tell me as correct, I would say that you been having trouble for a long time, and that it stems from something in your childhood. There is something that I want you to try, and it will hopefully unlock the hidden secret behind your insomnia.”

  “I’ve tried everything out there, and I don't know if there is anything that will give me the peace that I'm looking for.”

  Jennifer said. “Well, there is a therapy that might help, but it would mean putting your trust in me completely. If you can do that, then I am sure that I can help you and you won't have this problem anymore. In order for this to work, you need to lie down on the couch over there, and let yourself go into a trance, as I am going to try and hypnotize you. Once you are under, I will put in a suggestion, and by the time that I am finished, your insomnia will be cured.”

  It sounded like a great idea to me, so I settled down on her leather couch, and my feet up to get comfortable. She was sitting right beside me, and when I looked to the side, I could see her dainty little panties looking me right in the face. They were the skimpy kind with a wet spot in the middle that I just couldn't stop looking at. Finally, I put my hand on my chest, and began to breathe like she was telling me, waiting for the moment that I was under her spell.

  Amber was talking to me the entire time, and then her hand was touching my own hand, and she was telling me, “Just relax and let the whole world disappear, and only concentrate on my voice and nothing else. When I get to the number one, you will be totally immersed in your own mind, and I will be there every step of the way. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…. 1,” She snapped her fingers and I was sure that I should be in some kind of trance, but it didn't appear to work at all.

  I was about to voice the fact that it didn't work, when she said, “Now, you are under my spell and will do whatever I say without question. For one, I want you to open that blouse you are wearing and show me those sexy little tits of yours.” I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I was about to call her on it, when on impulse, I began to wonder exactly what she had in mind.

  There was something about her that made me want to take off my blouse and I slowly undid each button very slowly, until it was completely open and she could see the frilly bra, which barely contained my tits. “Good, oh my God, that’s so good Jennifer, now, open the bra and toss it on the floor at my feet.” A giddy rush came over me and I opened the bra, feeling the coolness of the air conditioner blow over my nipples, making them hard as rocks.

  My eyes were open, but I was pretending that I was still her puppet and couldn’t wait for what came next. She really thought I was under, but I guess my will is too strong for hypnosis, but she certainly didn’t need to know that. Leaning forward, she traced my nipples with her pen and then her mouth encircled the left bud and then she was sucking and licking it.

  “Mmmm.” I didn’t want to scare her off with any words, so I just lie there and watched her lick and lightly bite my tits. Her hand had now strayed to my little skirt and was gliding over my inner thighs to find the treasure hidden below. It was all I could do not to just scream that I wanted her, but I was sure that that would end this performance and there was no way I was going to let this end too quic
kly.

  “Yes, enjoy it, revel in the feel of my hands and mouth on her nubile flesh.” Her fingers found my hole and slipped into me to the first knuckle. “Give me more.” My words of encouragement shocked her for a second, but then she just continued to bang me with her finger, until she slipped in two more, stretching and filling me up. Those fingers were stirring up all sorts of emotions in my brain and there was a storm coming on fast. I felt her fingers touch something inside me.

  “Ohhhhhhh’. My head lashed on the sofa and then I was creaming all over her hand with so much pussy juice that it was leaving a tell tale spot on the surface of the leather couch. “Yes, cum for me, let me taste it.” I was not prepared for her tongue to touch me like that, and I thrusted my body off the couch, while her tongue dug into my folds and deep inside my hole. Amber held me down and licked me inside out, while her nails dug into my thighs, leaving finger nail punctures in her wake.

  She continued to devour me, and I came three times in rapid succession, and still she just continued to play with me with her tongue. “Mmmmmmm, that is one yummy pussy, but now I think I want you to do the same thing to me. Watching her get up over me, she lifted that skirt and showed me the panties that were now soaked and sticking to her like a second skin. There were droplets on her pussy, when she peeled those wet and messy ones off. There was a grin on her face and then she dropped those panties over my face with the crotch right over my mouth. Dipping my tongue into the center, I was tasting the essence of the woman and I liked it.

  “That is so fucking hot, I just can’t stand it anymore.” Ripping those panties off my face, she stood up quickly and straddled my face with her pussy no more than a couple of inches from my waiting mouth. Dropping her weight, she began to paintbrush my face with her slit, leaving a wetness behind that clung to my lips. When she was finished with that, she said, “Stick out that tongue and lick my pussy.”