Lesbians Love Licking: 10 Story Lesbian Erotic Collection W/ BONUS! (Lesbian Erotic Romance)

by Nicolette Dane

  “Professor Martine!” exclaimed Kylie incredulously.

  “Calm down, dear,” said Jen. “It’s okay. I know it’s weird. But listen,” she said, pausing and looking off slightly. “I’m a good person and I’ll treat you well. I won’t hurt you.”

  Kylie felt absolutely torn. She knew she needed that A to maintain her scholarship, but Jen’s proposal made her feel anxious and scared. Looking at Jen, who was smiling comfortingly across the desk, Kylie considered that she could make this work. After all, Jen was actually quite beautiful. All the boys she talked to would make lewd comments about Jen behind her back, about how they’d love to fuck her for a grade. And now that Kylie knew Jen was a lesbian, she could have a secret laugh at all the guys’ remarks. It was so ironic that here she was in the position that all the guys wanted to be in.

  “I can tell you’re uncertain,” said Jen, breaking the silence.

  Kylie nodded.

  “Take my information with you,” Jen continued. She looked up to the clock on the wall and then back to Kylie. “It’s noon right now. Text me by 5PM if you’re coming over tonight. Does that sound good?”

  Kylie nodded once more.

  “Good,” said Jen. “I really hope you do come over,” she said. “I think you and I could have a lot of fun together.”

  Kylie smiled half-heartedly and stood up. She grabbed her bag from the floor and wandered out of Jen’s office, gently closing the door behind her.

  *

  “That’s insane,” said Sarah, pulling a clean tank top on over her head, adjusting the fabric over her breasts. “She really said that?”

  “Yeah,” said Kylie, lying back in her bed with her hands behind her head. “It’s wild.”

  With the year drawing to a close, Kylie and Sarah’s dorm room was sparsely decorated as most things were packed away in boxes waiting to be taken back home.

  “So are you gonna do it?” said Sarah conspiratorially. “I mean, you need that A, right?”

  “I don’t know,” said Kylie. “I’ve never been with a girl before.”

  “I can’t imagine it’s that different than being with a guy,” said Sarah. “I mean, girls are softer and cleaner,” she said. “And you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant or anything.”

  “That’s true,” Kylie said, turning to her side.

  “And Professor Martine is fucking hot,” said Sarah. “Everybody talks about her. She’s gorgeous.”

  “I know,” said Kylie. “She’s pretty.”

  “Is it kinda wrong that she asked you to do this?” started Sarah. “Yes, it is. But…” she continued. “Is it also kinda hot? Absolutely.”

  “I was scared when she first asked,” said Kylie. “But afterwards, I mean, it made me feel a little aroused.”

  “See!” exclaimed Sarah. “Look, you need the A. Professor Martine is a babe. And it’s a new college experience,” Sarah said matter-of-factly. “Honestly, I think this is a no-brainer.”

  “What if I suck?” said Kylie. “I’ve never even kissed a girl before.”

  “You’ve kissed a boy,” said Sarah.

  “It just seems different,” said Kylie.

  “Okay,” said Sarah. “Get over here.” She motioned for Kylie to get up and come over to her. “Let’s practice.”

  Reluctantly, Kylie stood up from her bed and ambled over toward Sarah, nervous and looking off from her friend.

  “We’ve been roommates all year,” said Sarah. “We’re close. We can do this. You ready?”

  As Kylie approached Sarah, Sarah reached out and grabbed for her to pull her close. Sarah wrapped her arms around Kylie’s waist and pushed her lips tenderly against Kylie’s, kissing her passionately with smacking and popping noises. At first Kylie resisted, but she soon got it into, embracing Sarah and holding her tighter, returning her kiss amorously.

  The two girls stood there for a minute, relaxing into it and both felt heated up. Sarah ran her hand up Kylie’s back and her fingers through Kylie’s hair, caressing the back of her head as they made out. Kylie could feel her heart quickening and while she never thought she’d feel this way, she could feel herself getting moist between her legs as she and Sarah kissed.

  Finally, Sarah pulled back just slightly and the two girls shared a couple smaller, sweet kisses. Kylie smiled blushingly and Sarah nuzzled her nose against Kylie’s.

  “See,” said Sarah. “Not that bad.”

  “No,” said Kylie. “You’re right.”

  “Maybe we should have tried that at the beginning of the year,” said Sarah laughing.

  “It could have been quite a different first year of college,” admitted Kylie, she too laughing.

  “So do you think you’re going to do this?” asked Sarah, releasing Kylie from their embrace.

  “I think I can do this,” said Kylie. “It could be a really good experience.”

  “Right on,” said Sarah, smiling.

  Kylie picked up her phone and copied the number off of the piece of paper Jen had given her. She typed into her text message app and stated, “I’m in,” hitting send and watching the text go through. Observing her phone intently for a response, she noticed a few moments later the ellipsis popping up, indicating Jen was typing back. Kylie waited impatiently, starring at the screen.

  “Perfect,” said Jen’s text. “See you at 8PM.”

  Kylie looked up from her phone and over to Sarah.

  “It’s happening,” she said coolly. Sarah hooted and clapped, jumping up in excitement for her friend’s pending tryst.

  *

  Kylie stepped up to Jen’s house just before eight, standing on the front porch of the little bungalow, lit by the dim orange porch light. She wore the same thing she had earlier, but she did her hair up, giving it a few bouncy curls, and applied more defined makeup. She felt incredibly nervous, yet excited for this affair. It made her feel quite grown up and it made her feel desired.

  She rang the doorbell and then she waited.

  Soon the door swung open and behind it stood Jen, smiling at Kylie, and motioning for her to come in.

  “Step right in, sweetie,” said Jen. Jen wore little baby blue terry cloth shorts and a black tank top, fitting her tightly around the chest and stomach. She had pert breasts hiding underneath her top, and her lack of bra was obvious as her nipples made themselves known by poking at the tensile fabric. Jen’s hair was wrapped up in a topknot, her entire look indicative of someone winding down after a day at work.

  “I’m just having a glass of wine and listening to a record,” said Jen. “Make yourself at home.”

  The two walked through Jen’s entryway and into her living room. Lit by only a few low lamps, the living room was very cozy with a wall of books to one side, a plush couch in the middle, and a stereo and record player the center of attention.

  “No television?” asked Kylie, looking around the room.

  “Nah,” said Jen. “I like to unwind to music.”

  The music playing was smooth and calm, without sounding dated or corny. It was almost jazzy, but with subtle hints of pop. Kylie kicked off her flip-flops and plopped down on the couch, Jen following behind her and sat at the other end.

  “Care for a glass of wine?” asked Jen. Kylie smiled and nodded, and Jen then poured from a wine bottle into an empty glass.

  “This is a very nice place, Jen,” said Kylie, looking around. “It’s really lived in and comfortable.”

  “Thanks,” said Jen. “I try to keep it together.”

  Kylie couldn’t help but stare at Jen’s chest, barely hidden behind her tank top. Jen was ridiculously fit for her age, with a flat stomach and defined yet dainty arm muscles.

  “You’re in pretty good shape,” admitted Kylie, still looking at Jen’s body. “How do you do it?”

  “Pilates,” said Jen, laughing. “It’s one of my hobbies.” Jen looked down at herself and adjusted her tank top slightly, her breasts shuffling a bit as she did this.

  Kylie picked up her gl
ass and took a sip, taking in the scenery and assaying the situation. It felt comfortable, relaxing, and although it was all a little bit weird, she didn’t feel like this could be a bad experience. The more she considered it, the more she looked forward to how the evening would unfold.

  “Do you want to see my stomach?” said Jen, setting her glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I don’t like to brag,” she said teasingly. “But I do have a bit of a six-pack.”

  “Sure,” said Kylie, setting her own glass down and turning her body toward Jen.

  Jen grinned and slid her hands under the bottom of her tank top, easily pulling it up and off over her head. She rested there cross-legged on the couch, topless and sitting up straight. Her breasts perked out, a proportionate medium size compared to her small body, and her smooth stomach was flat but for some visible abdominal muscles peeking out.

  Kylie felt her breath quicken just slightly as she looked at Jen’s bare chest and stomach. She felt something odd inside her, something telling her to reach out and touch Jen, to tangibly feel this sexuality that Jen was so obviously conveying.

  “Well?” said Jen, smiling and bouncing her breasts side to side.

  “You’re so pretty,” blurted out Kylie, immediately turning bashful at her candid remark. Jen laughed and beamed.

  “You’ve probably never seen a 45-year-old look this good, eh?” said Jen. “I know all the students talk about me,” she continued. “I love it,” giving a devilish grin.

  “Everybody thinks you’re hot,” admitted Kylie.

  “Do you?” said Jen.

  Kylie nodded and tried to stifle a nervous smile, looking away toward the record player against the wall.

  From her close-legged position, Jen climbed up and walked on her hands and knees across the couch toward Kylie. As Jen approached Kylie now, she stuck her head out and pushed her lips up against Kylie’s, a kiss that Kylie eagerly returned. The two women remained there kissing for a moment, Jen on her hands and knees, her breasts pointing down and moving just slightly, and Kylie sitting on the couch not knowing what to do with her hands.

  Jen pulled back from their kiss and sat back on her knees now, again sitting with the tall straight back of someone who spent time working out.

  “Okay Kylie,” started Jen. “Here’s my proposition,” she smiled warmly and looked into Kylie’s eyes. “I’ll change your grade to an A and all you have to do is let me go down on you, that’s it.” Jen was obviously getting worked up by vocalizing this trade as she started to absentmindedly rub her own tit with her hand. “How does that sound?”

  “That sounds just fine,” said Kylie, turning her body more and lying back against the arm of the couch.

  “You won’t regret it,” said Jen. “I want to teach you how to really have an orgasm.”

  Kylie’s heart was beating fast and she could feel herself getting moist underneath her panties. She squirmed a little to get comfortable and tried to steady her breath.

  Jen now took hold of Kylie’s jersey-knit skirt and shifted it up over her hips, bunching it around Kylie’s waist. Underneath, Kylie wore light pink silk panties that already had a little dab of moisture soaking through between her pussy lips. Jen ran her hands over Kylie’s bare thighs and Kylie let her head fall back against the couch arm, closing her eyes, and very much enjoying this forbidden encounter she found herself involved in.

  Leaning her face down, Jen kissed the wet spot in Kylie’s panties and Kylie felt a tingle course up her body, noticeably shivering with the teased sensation.

  “You’re already wet,” cooed Jen, kissing Kylie’s panties again. “Do I sense some excitement?”

  Kylie nodded fervently, folding her hands over her stomach and holding herself. She lifted her hips slightly to indicate to Jen that she could remove her panties.

  Jen took the cue immediately, and slid her fingers down the elastic band of Kylie’s pink panties. Deftly pulling them over Kylie’s hips, Jen drew them down over Kylie’s thighs, over her knees, and then off her feet. She placed the panties on the coffee table and then repositioned herself between Kylie’s legs. Kylie, feeling amped up and eager, pulled her knees up into the air and planted her feet firmly into the couch cushion, opening her legs up to allow Jen to take what she wanted.

  Gradually lowering her head back between Kylie’s thighs, Jen’s lips approached Kylie’s womanhood and she could feel Jen’s hot breath against her. Then Jen pushed her mouth into Kylie’s pussy, Kylie’s lips puffing out as Jen did this. She ran her tongue, long and slow, from the base of Kylie’s pussy, through her lips, and up to her clit. Kylie’s body shuddered.

  “Do you like that?” whispered Jen.

  “Do it again,” said Kylie quietly.

  Jen obliged and gave Kylie’s pussy another slow, steady lick. Kylie could feel herself growing moister with the attention, and when she looked up and opened her eyes she could see Jen’s mouth and chin glistening with Kylie’s own juices.

  “You have such a perfectly pink little pussy,” commended Jen, admiring Kylie. Jen took her forefinger and tenderly prodded between Kylie’s lips, running her finger up and down between them, collecting that creamy, viscous lubricant that was slowly seeping out of Kylie’s pussy. She moved a gob of Kylie’s grool up toward her clit and started to massage her clit in slow, concentric circles.

  Kylie quivered and jostled in her lying position, shifting her hips slightly and releasing a low moan. Her chest heaved up and down as her heartbeats increased. She couldn’t believe she was having her first real lesbian experience at college and that it was her professor that she was allowing to pleasure her. It seemed like a campy late-night movie but this was all too real. And it made her feel truly alive.

  Jen now buried her mouth into Kylie’s lips and lapped at them, suckling the moisture and munching on her as though she were eating a ripe piece of fruit. Her finger fondled Kylie’s clit in measured, steady movements, maintaining a medium pace and conducting herself as though she had been in this position a hundred times. Sincerely, Jen knew what she was doing and it was obvious to Kylie by how expertly Jen was able to pleasure her.

  “That feels awesome,” moaned Kylie reflexively. She grinded her hips in a slow circle, but was careful not to knock Jen off her amorous advances.

  Jen now switched up her motions. She placed her mouth cupped over Kylie’s clit and sucked and licked and lapped at it, while she put her middle and forefingers together and began to explore Kylie’s lips. Moving her fingers up and down between Kylie’s longing lips, her fingers soon became drenched in Kylie’s wetness, and Jen sensing that Kylie was ready slowly eased her fingers into Kylie’s hole.

  “Oh God,” called out Kylie as she felt Jen’s fingers enter her. It was amazing, it was perfect, and it was the most incredible attention anyone had ever given her sexually.

  With her fingers thrusting steadily, Jen slurped at Kylie’s clit, milky viscid wetness pooling around Kylie’s pussy and moistening the way for Jen’s motions. Jen hummed into Kylie’s clit, the vibrations sending a current gushing through Kylie’s body, the intense sensations growing steadily more powerful.

  Kylie began to pant and sigh with her heavy breathing, Jen taking note and sustaining her licking and fingering. Lifting her hips up off the couch and thrusting them back and forth into the air, Kylie could feel herself reaching the precipice, looking over at the pleasure down below. She moaned and called out, her eyes tightly shut and sweat beads precipitating from her brow.

  “Come for me,” purred Jen into Kylie’s throbbing pussy, labia puffy and heated.

  Kylie felt that swell engorge her, a powerful stream of tingly energy wending its way through her limbs. Suddenly her gentle air-thrusts ceased and her body went rigid, her mouth agape and emitting moans of extreme gratification. Her thighs rustled and quaked and she could feel herself embedded in the most textbook orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.

  Jen held tight, lapping up and manipulating Kylie’s clit
, but then removed her fingers and cupped her mouth over Kylie’s clit and the top of her pussy, suckling ardently as she ushered Kylie through her orgasm. Kylie cried out, her face covered in sweat and tears, until abruptly she collapsed back into the couch, muttering pleasured expletives under her breath. The muscles in her pussy tightened and loosened, pulsating, as she was overcome with the full completion of lust and desire.

  Smiling, Jen pulled back from Kylie and sat up on her haunches. Kylie toppled over and shut her legs, quivering there on the couch. She felt soaked between her legs and could feel a wet spot below her on the couch.

  She lay there winded, finished and fulfilled, and she wrapped her arms around herself. Kylie’s mind was gone, blank, and she simply enjoyed the orgasm aftershocks right there in the moment.

  “You obviously enjoyed that,” grinned Jen, sticking the fingers she had used to pleasure Kylie into her mouth and sucking Kylie’s wetness from them. “Mmm.”

  Kylie nodded, eyes still closed.

  Reaching out to the coffee table, Jen took her wine glass and sipped from it. She sat there on her legs, gazing lovingly at Kylie, watching her come back down from the clouds.

  “I would say you’re the one who gets the A,” said Kylie, and Jen started laughing headily, giving Kylie’s inner thigh a tender rub.

  “Why don’t you lie there and recover,” started Jen. “And in a little while we can go for extra credit,” she said. “How does that sound?”

  Kylie nodded quickly, excitedly, both insanely aroused and contented all in the same moment. It was so surprising yet all so natural. Never had she believed that what just transpired could actually happen to her, but here it was. She let herself fall deeply into her own mind, replaying the scene, conjuring up images of her beautiful professor behind her closed eyes.

  She sighed serenely. She ached for more.

  It was as though an inimitable new door had opened and she gracefully floated through.

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