Lesbian Shorts

by Carla Blake

  “I can’t!”

  Exhausted, Jessica pulled her fingers from Lily’s cunt and slumped to the floor. Her hand felt soaked with come juices.

  She slid away feeling dirt scrape across her bare buttocks and a splinter stab at her thumb, but she hardly felt either as she reached for her clothes and dragged on her walking trousers. They were still damp from the rain, as was her top, but she put them on anyway, stuffing her bra and panties into her pocket whilst trying not to look at Lily, who was busy trying to finish off what Jessica had started.

  “I have to come.” She said, when finally she caught Jessica’s eye. “ You don’t understand..”

  “Understand what? Jessica frowned, watching Lily shove two fingers, none too gently, into her cunt and frantically begin to fuck herself. “ Why do you need to come so bad?”

  “Because of them.” Lily said, her eyes wide. “If I don’t.. oh God… “

  “ If you don’t.. what?” Jessica urged. But Lily was too close to orgasm to answer her and with a final thrust of her fingers, she came, the chair bucking alarmingly beneath her, her fingers whipping in and out of her vagina, her head thrown back now, her mouth open and her eyes closed as the strength of her climax made the cords on her neck stand out in stark relief.

  Jessica had never seen anything like it or been less turned on by the sight of another woman pleasuring herself. It was simply too brutal to be sexy, too desperate to be inviting and she wanted to turn away, to get out of this gloomy little room and back to the real world, even if the real world was still pouring with rain.

  The door to the room crashed open. Jessica screamed and grabbed at her face. She couldn’t help it. The noise had startled her, but what came dragging through the door terrified her.

  A monster. That was the only way she could think of it. A misshapen, hunched back monster, that made her scuttle away towards the window in fear, as buried beneath a coarse looking sack and holding a large, glass test tube in its hand, this creature scraped its way over to Lily and thrust the test tube between her still spread legs, collecting the glistening juices still oozing from her cunt.

  Lily groaned, then screamed as the creature, inserting a filthy finger into her cunt, clawed the rest of her juices from inside her vagina and smeared them into the test tube until finally it seemed satisfied that it had collected enough.

  Then it turned its attention to Jessica.

  Back home, Emily paced the floor of the living room and looked for the hundredth time at her watch. She’d been home for a good hour and a half now and still with no sign of Jessica, she was starting to get seriously worried. Or rather, she was starting to get frantic. Jessica had obviously gone out for a walk because her hiking boots were missing, but it was so unlike her not to be back by the time she got home from work. Not that she expected it, she didn’t expect Jessica to be always waiting at home like the faithful, little girlfriend when she got in, but, if she wasn’t there, she left a note and there was no note – anywhere.

  Sitting on the edge of the sofa, she buried her head in her hands and tried to think where Jessica might be. Or more precisely, where she might have got lost. There were a hundred and one places around here a body could lose themselves in. Devon was littered with woods and walks that didn’t spit you out until they were good and ready. She knew, it had happened to her a couple of times before it had finally filtered through her thick head that it might be an idea to take map and compass with her. But Jessica had maps, so how had she got herself lost?

  Unless she had done it deliberately.

  A sinking feeling started to swirl inside her stomach. Oh, God, she hadn’t, had she?

  Had Jessica really gone looking for that place again? That weird street she’d stumbled upon on the other side of the woods? Surely not. But she’d been hell bent on finding it again. Oh shit!

  Emily was grateful it was summer and the light hadn’t yet leaked from the sky, as climbing the hill Jessica had rung her from, she gazed down on the valley and then at the woods that infringed it. There was no doubt these were the same woods Jessica had wandered into, simply because they were the only woods within striking distance and setting down the hill, Emily occupied her mind with imagining the large slice of it she was going to give Jessica when she caught up with her, rather than dwell on the creeping panic that was starting to insist she would never find her girlfriend even if she searched all night.

  The woods were gloomy and switching on the torch she’d brought with her, Emily took the only path in front of her, figuring that this must have been where Jessica started from before she got led off the beaten track.

  It was even darker once she got under the canopy and above her head leaves rustled spookily in the breeze. Thinking she was mad, Emily shone her light from side to side, searching for any sign of Jessica’s departure into the undergrowth.

  Shuddering, she moved on. It was really creepy in the woods and she jumped every time she heard rustlings in the bracken or saw birds fluttering amid the leaves. An owl hooted and she nearly screamed, almost leaving her skin when a young buck came crashing out of the undergrowth to stare at her with large, liquid eyes.

  “Fuck.” She said, watching the deer sniff the air before wandering off again. “I am going to bloody kill you Jessica. You better not be at home wondering where the hell I am?”

  She checked her mobile just in case. There was no incoming message waiting.

  She walked on, passing the dark shadow of trees and almost too afraid to look where her torch was shining in case she saw something she didn’t like.

  It took her a few moments to realise she was no longer on the track, but when she did, her breath caught in her throat and her stomach rolled.

  How on earth had that happened? She frowned. She’d been so careful.

  But then, so had Jessica.

  She found Jessica’s hoodie a few minutes later by stepping on it, the sudden change from hard, crunchy undergrowth to soft yielding fabric, causing her to stop and pick up the ruined sweater. It was in an even worse state than when Jessica had come across it a second time and Emily did the same thing as she girlfriend had done. She dropped it and carried on.

  “Bloody hell!”

  Emily had found Mint Street.

  Hands down by her sides and mouth open in amazement, she gaped and turned, shaking her head at the edge of the woods, not five feet away. The trees waiting in gloomy silence, the last of the rain slowly dripping from their saturated leaves.

  She looked at her feet, then at the concrete and an expletive dropped from her lips. It was all here, just as Jessica had said. The bare brick wall on her left, the chimneys, now smokeless, looming beyond. The row of terraced houses on her right, stretching down the street in a depressing, hopeless row. A single, lone lamppost, its aged light illuminating nothing but the faintest puddle at its feet.

  It was all here.

  Fuck!

  Her feet moved, knowing it was taking everything she had for her to walk down this wretched street. She knew Jessica had done so. She knew Jessica had come back, but somehow she knew this time it would be different. This time Jessica was still here! Inside one of these awful, foreboding houses.

  She came to the only house with a window she could see into and pressed her face close to the glass. It was just as Jessica had described. The floral wallpaper, faded and filthy. The cracked mirror. The woman, sitting on the chair in the middle of the room, her head hung low and her legs spread wide. The flimsy robe hardly thick enough to cover the shadow of her nipples.

  “No.” Emily cried and pressed her palm to the glass.

  The woman looked up and stared at Emily with wide, terrified eyes.

  “Jessica!” Emily screamed and beat at the glass with her fists, stepping back in surprise when Jessica leapt towards the window and mouthed at her to run, RUN!

 
“No. NO!” Emily mouthed back. “ Jessica!”

  “Please.” Jessica mouthed, starting to cry. “ Go. Please Emily, please..”

  “No, I fucking won’t!” Emily yelled and ran for the front door, kicking it open with a single blow before recoiling both from splinters and from the thick smell of decay that wafted from beyond.

  The smell made her stagger but she didn’t stop to think. Instead she blundered inside. Waving her arm in front of her face as if she could sweep away the suffocating darkness that prevented her from seeing more than a few feet.

  Turning to her left, she closed her hand around the door knob and pulled. The door swung open with ease, taking her by surprise, and there was Jessica, still standing by the window, still shaking and scared. A hand at her mouth, the other slowly rising, pointing at the hunched shape towering over Emily.

  She awoke slowly. Painfully. Her head throbbing and her back feeling like it had been dragged over a cheese grater.

  Light stabbed at her eyes, then mellowed long enough for her to risk opening them.

  Jessica sat beside her, holding her hand and staring down at her, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes, Emily noticed, had dark circles under them.

  “Jess.” She squeaked. “What happened?”

  “Mint Street.” Jessica said simply, tears welling beneath her lashes. “I’m so sorry Em.”

  Emily squeezed the hand she was holding. “ It’s okay.” She said. “ But I don’t understand. Did someone hit me?”

  “Yes. Something did.”

  “What?”

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. You didn’t before.”

  Emily smiled weakly. “ I think I might now. Tell me Jess. Tell me what happened to us back there? What was that room all about? Why does my back feel like its been scrapped raw?”

  Jessica winced then began to cry. “That was me. I dragged you. Down the street, away from that house, away from them.”

  “Who? Who’s ‘them’? Tell me Jessica!”

  “I don’t know!” Jessica shot back, angrily wiping away her tears. “I don’t know what they are or who they are, but I know what they do! They drain you. They entice woman into that fuckin’ house and then.. they make them come, over and over , and then, they collect their juices. In fucking test tubes! They collect it and they feed Emily. They fucking feed on it.”

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