Synopsis
Sign on for a class in love… Ronica Black, Cheyenne Blue, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Crin Claxton, Amie Evans, Lynne Jamneck, Karin Kallmaker, Meghan O'Brien, Radclyffe ...and over twenty more of the best lesbian erotica writers take us to “school” with stories of how to make passion an experience to remember. Visit a “butch-on-butch” bath house for an afternoon of discovery; trade secrets with a femme on how to strap-it-on; learn about what happens after the conference ends and the clothes come off; and watch a mistress instruct her pet in public. Matriculate for an education and sample the incendiary pleasures of
Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love
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Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love
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Editors: Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman
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Introduction
Bold Strokes Books is pleased to offer another volume in the Erotic Interlude Series with selections that reflect the passion that is uniquely ours. The depth and diversity of our sexuality is as limitless as the creativity of the authors who write of it and the lesbians who celebrate it.
Expect to be surprised, amused, aroused, and most definitely satisfied!
Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe 2006
Talking Dirty
Meghan O’Brien
“Teach me.”
The voice was feminine, sweet as honey, with just a tinge of the throaty, early-morning purr that always made Kate weak in the knees. This, she knew, could be a worthy student. She looked up to where the cute brunette from her afternoon seminar waited in the doorway, a shy smile on her face.
“Rachael, right?” Kate zipped up the bag she’d just packed, eyeing the clock on the wall. “Actually, I was just getting ready to head home.”
“Ten minutes,” Rachael said. “Or give me five. Please.” She took a step into the room, then folded her arms over her stomach. She looked adorably nervous. “It’s taken all my nerve to even ask, but I thought what you were saying this morning was fascinating. I want to learn how to…you know…but I just—”
“Come in and close the door.” Kate recognized the sheepish expression on Rachael’s face, and it melted her resolve. Maybe getting home early wasn’t that important. “But you’re shy?”
“Not usually.” Lifting a shoulder, Rachael conceded, “About this, maybe. A little.” Another step closer. “I’ve just never done it before.”
That voice sent a shiver through Kate’s body, to the tips of her toes. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Kate murmured. Rachael’s pleased little grin hit her right between the legs. “You’ve got the voice for it.”
“I do?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kate dropped her own voice an octave, letting every bit of the attraction she felt for the other woman color her words. Lesson one. “What is it you want to learn, exactly?”
Rachael closed the distance between them, but she kept her arms folded in front of her. It was as if she were protecting herself from the blatant heat Kate was sending her way. “Well, earlier you were saying…you know, about being able to get a woman almost all the way…there…just by talking.”
“Yes.”
“Teach me,” Rachael said. “I’m sure I’ve never done that before. And to be honest, I can’t imagine how that’s even possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible.” Kate curled a finger under the strap of Rachael’s tank top, detecting just a subtle flinch when she made contact with the bare flesh. With a half smile, she tugged Rachael to a chair near the front of the room. “Why don’t you sit down?”
Rachael gave her a dazed nod, then dropped into the empty seat. Her green eyes glittered, riveted to Kate’s throat.
“Comfortable?” Kate suspected that this would be a rather easy lesson to teach.
“Very.”
Kate sat in a chair close to Rachael’s, and after a pause, placed a hand on each of Rachael’s thighs. “Is this okay?” she asked as she gently parted Rachael’s legs.
“Uh—”
“I noticed you the moment you walked into my seminar earlier, you know.” Kate eased her own thighs between Rachael’s spread ones, so that her knees nearly touched the denim-covered crotch. The jeans were soft, nicely worn, obviously loved. “These jeans look good on you, Rachael. I’m guessing you get noticed everywhere you go.”
Lips parted soundlessly for a long moment. Rachael finally whispered, “Thank you.”
“Is this the part where you’re going to get shy?” Kate gave her a reassuring smile but kept both hands on her thighs. She stroked up and down, from knee to hip, and stared into her eyes. “There’s no reason to be shy. We’re just talking here, right?”
Rachael swallowed. “Right.”
“Have you ever tried to talk dirty to your lover before?”
Rachael’s face went pink. “I mean, you know…”
“Mmm, no, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?”
“Well, I don’t actually have a lover right now.”
Oh, yes. This might be more fun than I thought. Kate grinned mischievously. “In the past. Tell me how you’ve talked to your lovers in the past.”
“I might, uh… well, you know…tell her that her…pussy feels good or something.”
“When you’ve got your fingers inside of her?” Kate slid one hand down to Rachael’s inner thigh, feeling her tense. At Rachael’s nod, she asked softly, “How about when you’re licking her? What do you say then?”
“I don’t really say anything,” Rachael said, looking confused. “My mouth is, uh…busy.”
Kate clicked her tongue, continuing her slow caresses on Rachael’s thighs. “Missed opportunity. But what you really want to know right now is how to get a woman ready to come, ready to do just about anything, simply by talking to her. Am I correct?”
Rachael’s nostrils flared as she exhaled raggedly, clearly fascinated by Kate’s busy hands on her thighs. Her voice strained, she whispered, “Seems to me that you’re doing a lot more than just talking.”
“Point taken.” Kate removed her hands and stood up.
Rachael’s mouth dropped open. “But…I—”
Kate walked behind Rachael’s chair, then bent down low so she could talk directly into her ear. Careful not to touch her again, she murmured, “The most important thing is to try and tap into what is going to turn your lover on. What gets her wet? What is it that she wants to hear?”
Rachael nodded, her fine, wispy hair brushing Kate’s nose. Kate inhaled deeply, savoring her subtle fragrance, then exhaled with a quiet moan. “You smell good.”
Rachael’s throat worked at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“Answer a question for me?”
Breathless silence, then a quiet, “Okay.”
“Is this what you were thinking about when you were sitting in my seminar earlier? Coming back this evening and finding me alone in the room, asking me for a private lesson?” Kate moved her mouth from the right ear to the left, then inhaled again. “For a shy girl, this seems awfully calculated.”
Rachael shook her head. “I just want to learn. I never know what to say, and I always feel so silly, and you seemed so confident about it all. I—”
“You like that. The confidence,” Kate guessed. “You want to be able to make a woman wet like I can make you wet, don’t you?”
Rachael said nothing.
“Your pussy is wet, isn’t it, Rachael?” Kate moved her lips so close to Rachael’s ear that they just barely skimmed over the lobe. “Sitting there on that chair facing away from me, it’s killing you not to squirm around right now, isn’t it? You’re so fucking wet you can hardly stand it, but you aren’t quite ready to let me know how dirty you are. Not yet, at least. Are you?”
“No.”
Rachael’s voice was so quiet, the denial was hardly convincing. The back of her neck was flushed a deep red, evidence of her embarrassment and arousal. Kate grinned triumphantly, flush with the power. Almost too easy. She’d barely even had to open her mouth, and Rachael was hers. Now it was a matter of waiting for her to admit it.
“You will tell me when your pussy is wet, won’t you?” Kate breathed. She leaned in and, cheating a bit, kissed Rachael’s earlobe. “You’ll tell me when you’re almost there, almost ready to beg for it, and all because I stood behind you and told you that I know exactly how badly you want to get fucked right now. Won’t you, Rachael?”
“I—”
“So shy,” Kate continued, thoroughly enjoying the tease, almost as much as she sensed her pupil was. “I’ll bet you’re not so shy when you’re bent over a table, or the couch, panties around your ankles, your lover’s fingers buried deep inside that wet pussy. Are you? Because that’s how you like it, isn’t it? You like someone to take control of you, don’t you? You like being taken.”
Rachael’s chest heaved now, so hard that Kate could see it over her narrow shoulder. She could practically smell her arousal.
“Is that what you’re hoping will happen right now?” Kate moved to the other ear again, brushing brunette hair aside so that she had an unobstructed view of its delicate shape. “Somewhere deep down inside, you’re hoping that I’ll just pull you out of this chair and lay you down on that table over there. You want my mouth on your pussy, don’t you? You want my tongue inside of you. You want to come all over my face, because you’ve been dying all day, thinking about talking dirty. Talking dirty with me like a bad girl.”
Rachael’s hands were on her own knees, a white-knuckled death grip. She seemed almost beyond speech now, her whole body trembling. Kate knew she was hers for the taking. Any way she wanted. Shy girls are so much fun.
“What do you say, Rachael? Would you like it if I took you over to that table right now? Would you resist? Or would you let me take off your panties and feel just how wet you are?”
Looking dazed, Rachael was silent.
“Rachael,” Kate whispered. “Would you let me?”
Rachael jerked as if aware for the first time that an answer was required. That either the lesson was over, or it had just begun.
“I wouldn’t resist.” Rachael’s voice was a bare whisper. She sounded scared to death, and thrilled beyond measure.
Triumphant, Kate pulled back. “So…learn anything?”
“What?” Rachael sounded as if she could barely breathe. “Huh?”
Kate walked around the chair and offered Rachael a hand. “Did I get you nice and ready to come?” She pulled Rachael to her feet, then caught her as she stumbled forward a few clumsy steps. Easing an arm around her shapely waist, Kate kissed the side of her neck. “Are you wet?”
When Rachael moaned low in her throat, Kate felt the vibration against her lips. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Kate smiled in satisfaction. “Very good. You’re a fast learner.”
“Good teacher,” Rachael said, obviously having a little trouble forming complete sentences.
Despite the fact that she was doing a reasonable job keeping her cool, Kate could sympathize. Her knees felt like they were made of jelly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. Taking Rachael by the hand, she led her to the table at the front of the room. “All right. Now it’s your turn.”
Blinking rapidly, Rachael leaned against the table as if she might fall over were it not for its support. “My turn?”
“Talk to me.”
“About…?”
“What do you want me to do to you?” Kate grinned wolfishly and closed the distance between them. “Don’t be shy, Rachael. I already know that you want me to fuck you. Now I just want to hear it. You wanted to learn; I’m teaching you.”
Raising determined eyes to Kate’s face, Rachael took in a deep breath, then whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Kate. Please.”
“How?”
Biting her lip, Rachael broke their eye contact to stare at the floor. “I want you to…uh…you know, like you said—”
“Tell me. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. But I need to hear it from you.”
Rachael looked as though she was gathering every bit of her courage before she finally spoke. “I want you to bend me over the table.”
“Yes? Then what?”
“Then…take off my jeans.”
Kate allowed her gaze to travel down the length of Rachael’s thighs, admiring. “I can do that. Is that all?”
“And then I want you to push my panties to the side, and…”
“And?”
“Put two fingers inside of me.”
Pleased that Rachael had asked for what she wanted, Kate wrapped both arms around her. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” she murmured into Rachael’s ear. “Now turn around.”
Rachael hesitated. “Kiss me first.”
There was more than a hint of vulnerability in that sweet voice. Kate looked into Rachael’s face, so open. Then she captured her full, ripe lips in a soft, sensuous kiss. When she finally broke away, it was only because she simply couldn’t breathe anymore. “Your mouth is perfection.”
Rachael turned around without a word.
Kate took a deep, measured breath, struggling not to throw Rachael down across the table right then, tear down her jeans, jerk her panties aside, and fuck her hard and fast. Her clit hurt, she wanted her so bad. But this was too good, too exciting. She wanted to make it last. Most of all, she wanted to make it good for Rachael.
Easing her arms around Rachael’s waist, Kate whispered, “You’re a good kisser.”
“So are you.”
Kate found the button on Rachael’s jeans and had them unzipped within seconds. “I want you.”
“Then take me.”
“You seem a little less shy all of a sudden.” Grinning, Kate worked the jeans down Rachael’s shapely legs.
“In this position, I think I have to be.” Rachael stepped out of her jeans, then kicked them aside.
Kate ran admiring fingers over light yellow panties. “Pretty.” She dipped a finger inside, tracing a path over the crease of Rachael’s inner thigh, tickling the soft hairs beneath. “I like these.”
“I was hoping you would.”
Kate grasped Rachael’s tank top. “Lift your arms.” When Rachael obeyed, Kate pulled it over her head, leaving her in a bra that matched her panties. “Oh, very nice.”
“The door locks automatically, right?”
“Don’t worry. Nobody’s coming in here.”
“Then hurry up and fuck me already. I’m so horny I can hardly stand it.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Kate pressed down on Rachael’s shoulder blades until she was bent over the edge of the table. Completely at her mercy. Then she yanked those yellow panties to t
he side, exposing dark, kinky hair and wet, pink flesh. Exhaling, she played her fingers over her slick pussy.
Rachael shuddered and thrust her pussy higher into the air.
“You’re beautiful,” Kate breathed. She ran her finger up and down over Rachael’s labia, her hard clit, then circled her entrance. She drew it out, teasing her as long as she possibly could, until Rachael was shaking and gasping and grinding her pussy against Kate’s hand.
“Please,” Rachael choked. “Please, fuck me. I need you. Now.”
Kate pushed two fingers inside, torturously slow, savoring every inch of the tight heat that enveloped her. She moaned out loud as she reached the first knuckle, the second, until she could get no deeper.
“How does that feel?” Kate whispered. She wasn’t going to let Rachael stop talking now, just when it was getting really interesting. Pulling out slowly, then thrusting in again, she wrenched a loud groan from her companion. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh my God.” Rachael’s words were muffled against her arm, where she rested her head. She was the picture of perfect surrender, bent over the table in only her bra and panties, Kate’s fingers buried deep. “So good. Fuck me harder.”
Kate complied, driving into Rachael with powerful strokes, nostrils flaring with arousal. She needed to make Rachael come, needed to feel it on her hand. She couldn’t remember ever needing anything so badly.
“Yes,” Rachael moaned. “Fuck it, baby. Fuck that tight pussy.”
Far from thinking that stopping was even an option, Kate reached around and shoved her other hand down the front of Rachael’s panties. She found her swollen clit with her fingers, rubbing fast circles.
To hell with drawing it out. She wanted to see if she could make Rachael scream.
For the next few minutes, neither of them spoke. The only sounds in the room were Rachael’s soft grunts and the wet, rhythmic pumping of Kate’s fingers in her pussy.
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