Lessons in Love

by Lessons in Love [Bold Strokes FF] (retail) (epub)

  By the time she left the area, her nipples were tightly raised and she was slightly wet from watching women washing themselves, a few deliberately alone and others making out under the open showers. She had been surprised to see some naked couples kissing and fondling each other gently while others were more intent; the prison shower scene she had expected from watching bad porn was not there at all.

  Exiting the bright section, Boon turned a corner and saw a couple kissing. A stout brunette butch was holding a lean blonde, possessively running her hands up and down her sides as they kissed hungrily. They were both wearing jeans and polo shirts with the bathhouse’s logo, but the blonde had one hand inside the other’s fly. Boon was surprised, until the brunette opened a door marked “Manager” and they both stumbled inside.

  Turned on now, Boon wandered up a floor. She knew from the map that there were play areas, saunas, a pool, and private rooms where she could see more of what she wanted, or participate. Her nervousness was all but gone, replaced by a low-level flame in her gut. Her breathing was becoming steadily heavier as she caught glimpses and heard unmistakable sounds from the rooms she passed.

  The farther inside she went, the darker it got, until she came to a curtained area that separated an almost pitch black section from the rest of the floor. The guide nodded to her as she slipped past the curtain—into darkness filled with slurping, sucking sighs, and moans that gave away the purpose of the room. It was the sex space for anonymous encounters known as the Back Room.

  No sooner had Boon walked in when she felt hands on her bare torso. One pair was joined by another; a body rubbed against her back, and lips descended on her shoulders and neck. Her breasts were covered and played with, the hands switching and flowing all over her body, front and back. Boon was drowning in the acute awareness of sensation that blindness brings. She felt a tug and her shorts being unbuttoned even as a large hand covered her wet crotch and squeezed her through the denim. Reaching back, Boon grabbed long hair, and it suddenly confused her.

  “No,” Boon gasped. She stopped the hands at her waist. Why did I stop them? Long hair, what’s wrong with long hair? It reminded Boon of femmes, and that struck her wrong somehow.

  “No?” a deep voice rumbled into her ear. “You sure?”

  The woman behind ground her bulge into Boon’s ass and that confused her even more. Boon hadn’t been prepared for a packing femme.

  The hands lifted off and she felt the coolness of two departing bodies. Alive in the darkness, she could see wristbands floating eerily in motion. The intrusive light of the exit signs barely touched the occupants of the room, but she could hear them and feel the heat. She could smell the arousal in the room, and she almost fell on her knees to search for a source. Instead, she turned around, saw the slit in the curtain, and rushed out into cool air that washed over her sweating body.

  Hurrying to the nearby washrooms, she quickly chose the first stall inside. The short swinging doors didn’t have locks, but Boon didn’t notice. She sat on the toilet, cradling her head. She hadn’t been prepared for the sexual overload of the Back Room, but the effect it had had on her was apparent. The coldness of the tiles slithered up her bare back as she leaned backward and slipped her hand into her unbuttoned shorts. She was slick wet. Boon closed her eyes and touched herself to the memory of the room she had just left.

  The creak of door hinges didn’t break her concentration until she felt the presence of another. Boon opened her heavy-lidded eyes to see an Amazon inside her cubicle. The woman was massively buff, square-jawed, and had long blond hair in a ponytail trailing on her collarbone. She was also palming the cock that was poking out of her boxers as she stared hungrily at Boon. They were both naked from the waist up.

  Long hair! Boon fell to her knees when she realized who it was she had felt in the Back Room. Thank God.

  The muscular woman moved two steps forward and offered Boon her cock. Faced with the object of her fantasies, Boon parted her lips in anticipation. She rubbed herself harder, almost delirious for her first taste of girlcock. The blonde pumped her tool in her fist slowly, teasingly, watching Boon tremble, fixated on her hand movements. Boon’s eyes glazed over with desperation as the cock slapped her face lightly but was kept just out of reach of her chasing mouth. She seized the pale shaft in a light grip and stretched out her tongue to taste it. The silicone toy was smooth but for its molded ridges. The Amazon held the cock still at the base, dipped a finger inside herself, and smeared her wetness on the head just before Boon engulfed it in her mouth. Boon tasted the slight saltiness, and she relaxed her throat muscles to let the cock plunge in, slowly breathing through her nose and suppressing her gag reflex. Now she could smell the heady muskiness when her nose touched the blonde’s groin. Boon sucked cock like it was the best thing she ever ate.

  To the groans of the butch, she took the light thrusts in her mouth, one hand dropping to touch herself. The standing woman gently rubbed Boon’s hair, even the fuzz at her nape, while Boon acquainted herself with the girth and length of her tool. Eventually the butch drew it out and helped Boon stand up. Boon’s face was red and saliva glistened on her cheek. They kissed greedily. Boon almost swooned at the feel of the hard body and strong arms enfolding her, an aggressive tongue already plunging in and curling in her mouth. This time, she didn’t resist when her shorts were dropped. Big hands covered her buttocks and squeezed, spreading the cheeks for thick fingers to snake in.

  Boon was dizzy with desire as she was turned to face the stall wall. The big butch took Boon’s hands and placed them at the top of the short partition, covering them there with her own. She kissed and placed nips all over Boon’s arms, shoulders, and upper back. Her hips were mock thrusting, sliding the dildo between Boon’s buttocks. Boon whimpered with need, knowingly preparing herself for what she wanted. Her ass was humping back but she couldn’t move much as the blonde had her trapped tight against the wall.

  She failed to notice the glory hole at crotch level until she felt a light touch on her pussy. Someone on the other side of the wall spread her cuntlips and latched onto her clit. The hot mouth sucking her clit into range of a flicking tongue was a new distraction, and Boon moaned loudly. The hard body immobilizing her against the wall, but making her accessible to an anonymous licker, was a restraint on her movements but not her rising response. The cock slid into her easily from behind, and it continued to slide in and out effortlessly. The controlled movements of the woman fucking her and her own juices were easing the dildo’s passage. Boon moaned and writhed, trying to have more of both—fucked from the back and eaten out in front. But if she moved as she wanted, she would lose one or the other, so she remained in place, pinned as much by her desire as by the conspiring actions of her lovers.

  Then, notching up a gear, the butch started banging her harder, hard enough to shake the stall wall, and the person eating her out changed her tongue swipes. They kept up the rhythm even when Boon cried out, coming again and again, not stopping until they were satisfied. Multiple orgasms later, Boon slumped back totally on the butch behind her, who lightly strummed her erect nipples and nuzzled her ear. Boon’s legs were shaking.

  “Yes?” the Amazon chuckled.

  Boon nodded, her mouth too dry for speech. Her clit was still pulsing and her inner thighs warm.

  The butch kissed her and said quietly, “Thanks.” Then she gently sat Boon down on the toilet and left.

  Boon didn’t know how long she stayed in the stall, but an insistent sound from outside seeped into her attention. She leaned forward and peered through the glory hole to see two women fucking on a sink. One of them was balanced on the basin, her knees held up until her booted feet were almost at ear height. She was spread open for the tall woman fisting her. The sight of the red vulva receiving the hand sunk up to the forearm, two bald women in boots fucking each other’s brains out, almost made Boon groan out loud as her clit throbbed to life. She cupped herself as if to contain the flowing abundance the view caused. Boon w
atched the coupling and stroked herself. The one receiving the hand was chanting, “Yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah,” while the other woman’s reflection in the mirror revealed her delight. Suddenly, the one on the sink shrieked her orgasm and both women grimaced at the clutch of vaginal muscles. They stopped moving to kiss and touch each other’s faces tenderly. Then Boon saw the tall woman’s arm slowly rotate and pump slightly and her other hand fall on her lover’s clit. Their murmurs started up, but Boon stepped into her shorts and quickly slipped out of the washroom to leave them some privacy.

  As Boon descended the back stairs, the smell of chlorine rose up to let her know she was nearing the indoor pool. She followed the sounds of splashing and echoing voices to the largest play area in the house. Under the cooperative natural light, it was full on with butches and bois engaged in fucking, licking, jacking, watching, and playing in the water. Swimming wasn’t a prescribed activity.

  Boon shed her shorts and boots and walked the length of the pool. She had left her inhibitions with her clothes and now she openly prowled for any takers.

  She made eyes with a thin boi who was watching her. With an incline of her head, she followed the boi to a shallow alcove within sight and sound of the whole area. Boon pushed aside towels and shoes before sitting open-legged on the stone bench. The boi immediately knelt between her ankles. Boon could not take her eyes from the orgy around her. She was so turned on by the unbridled display of butch love that she could feel her juices seeping out of her crumpled pussy lips.

  The boi lifted Boon’s left foot and cleaned it with her tongue, then moved up to perform cunnilingus between Boon’s toes. Boon watched, fascinated. Experimentally, she moved her other foot under the boi and rubbed the distended clit with her big toe. The boi’s thighs spread farther apart, inviting Boon inside. Boon poked her lower digits into the moist crevice but brought them out to pedal the boi’s clit when it became clear that she was jacking off on Boon’s foot. The boi’s squatting position opened her up easily, and she held onto Boon’s leg as she skewered herself on Boon’s foot. Boon couldn’t believe that she was fucking someone with her foot.

  The boi was moving energetically, faster and faster she bounced until she shuddered and creamed Boon’s foot completely. Sighing with a small smile, she dropped to the floor and proceeded to lick the appendage clean.

  A naked woman, who had apparently been watching, came up and quietly spoke to the boi. As if reprimanded, the boi moved off with her eyes lowered. The woman, Boon thought in awe, was a perfectly sculpted female David, right up to her thick curly hair. She wasn’t lean or chunky or as buff as the Amazon earlier, but her abs were tight and her athletic upper body vee-d to a slim waist. Boon had never seen a more beautiful butch. There were muscles showing in all the right places on this woman’s body, and when she placed an arm on the bench, Boon had a ridiculous urge to worship it.

  The butch woman smiled and sat next to Boon, watching Boon drool over her body. She shifted to lie half propped against one side of the alcove and opened her legs, placing one on the floor and the other on the bench. She ran her hand over her pussy, spreading it open in invitation. Two fingers pressed downward to raise her stiff clit.

  Boon didn’t wait. Her mouth was already watering at the sight of the Adona and to be able to taste her pleasure sent her own clit swelling up.

  Boon took the opportunity to slide her hands over the tense abs bunched in position. Her fingers bumped over cakes of muscle, soft and hard impressions that mesmerized her, making her senses scream for more contact with the incredible body.

  A hand to the back of her head firmly guided Boon’s face to the butch’s pussy. She wasted no time diving in, eager to please and hungry for a taste. The woman placed one arm behind her own head and watched Boon eat her out. Her lips parted as her tongue hung out and her breath turned into excited pants. She kept her hand on Boon’s head, stroking her hair at first, then using it to direct the pressure. The pleased smile on her face flickered with each lick and suck at the right spot.

  Boon used every technique she knew to raise the clit higher into her mouth without making the woman come. She was getting off on servicing the butch and having the gorgeous woman naked in her face. When someone rubbed her ass and stroked her back, Boon tried to twist round to see who was behind her, but the hand on her head gripped her firmly in place. Someone strong lifted her ass and one of her legs onto the bench. Boon whimpered when a thick cock was pushed into her cunt. The butch in front of her suddenly captured her wrists in one big hand and pushed her face back to the job she had abandoned when the cock took her by surprise. The hands roaming her ass were now clasped to her hips and leveraging the cock plowing into her.

  Boon tried to concentrate on the erect clit in her mouth, but the woman behind her really knew how to fuck. All three started moving to an urgent rhythm, their grunts and labored breaths catching the attention of the other women in the hall. The thrusts into Boon were short and rapid now. Sensing that the choreographed coming would be dependent on her as the link, Boon sucked hard on the clit and mercilessly tongue-lashed it. She wanted both butches to come in or on her. The reclining woman held Boon’s head tight as she roared at her looming orgasm and humped her pussy into Boon’s mouth. Fingers found Boon’s clit and jacked her off just as the woman behind her drove her cock harder into Boon, coming and jerking with loud groans.

  When the threesome finally stopped moving, whistles and applause pierced the pool room. Boon was trembling from the experience, but the grin never left her face. Exhausted, she turned on her side, barely aware when someone covered her with a warm towel, and fell asleep happy.

  Contributors

  Kim Baldwin has published three novels with Bold Strokes Books: Hunter’s Pursuit, a finalist for a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2005, Force of Nature, and the new romance Whitewater Rendezvous. A former journalist, Kim lives with her partner in Michigan. She is currently at work on her fourth novel, Flight Risk

  Ashley Bartlett is a young writer obsessed with literature from the womb. Although she has tried, Ashley could not escape literary pursuits if she wanted; her constant imagination often steals reality and begs to be written. She lives in Sacramento, CA with the love of her life, Megan.

  Ronica Black, author of In Too Deep, lives in the desert Southwest where she enjoys writing, drawing and photography. She lives to create but also cherishes the time spent with family and friends as well as hiking with her dogs and caring for animals. Her second book, Wild Abandon, is now available from Bold Strokes Books.

  Cheyenne Blue (www.cheyenneblue.com) combines her two passions in life and writes travel guides and erotica. Her works appear in Best Women’s Erotica, Playgirl, Mammoth Best New Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, and Best Lesbian Love Stories, and her travel guides have been jammed into many glove boxes underneath the chocolate wrappers.

  Gun Brooke resides in the countryside in Sweden with her family, which includes the newest member, Jarmo the Dog. She writes romance, science fiction, and short stories full time, and feels like she’s living her dream. Life with family and friends, watching movies, reading, listening to music and radio, and the concept of cooking/eating/talking are the gold nuggets that inspire her work.

  Rachel Kramer Bussel (www.rachelkramerbussel.com) is senior editor at Penthouse Variations and a contributing editor at Penthouse, where she writes the Girl Talk column. She writes the Lusty Lady column for The Village Voice and conducts interviews for Gothamist.com and Mediabistro.com. She’s the co-editor of Lambda Literary Award nominee Up All Night: Adventures in Lesbian Sex, and editor of Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, First-Timers: True Stories of Lesbian Sex, and Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 1 and 2. Her erotica has been published in over 70 anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006, and Best Lesbian Erotica 2001, 2004 and 2005, and she has written for Bust, Curve, Diva, Gay City News, Girlfriends, New York Blade, The New York Post, On Our Backs, Punk Planet, The San Francisco Chronicle, Time Ou
t New York, Velvetpark, and other publications.

  JC Chen is a film and television writer-producer based in New York City. Her first feature film—the award-winning indie Red Doors—appeared in theaters and on DVD in Spring/Summer 2006. More information can be found at www.reddoorsthemovie.com.

  Crin Claxton (www.crinclaxton.com) writes novels, short stories, and the occasional poem. Her first novel, Scarlet Thirst, was published by Red Hot Diva Books. She has had short stories published in Girls Next Door (Women’s Press) and Va Va Voom (Diva Books), and in Diva and Curve magazines. Her poetry has appeared in Naming the Waves, La Pluma, and A Class of Their Own.

  Fiona Cooper has published a short story collection, I Believe in Angels, and nine novels including Rotary Spokes, Jay Loves Lucy, The Empress of the Seven Oceans, and most recently, As You Desire Me. She works as a medium, soul regression therapist, and psychic artist and runs workshops as well as doing various one-woman shows.

  Cheri Crystal lives and loves in New York where she enjoys reading, writing, dancing, long walks, water sports, and sex. Her profession is as a consultant dietitian but her passion is raising her family and writing erotica. Cheri loves chatting and can be contacted at cherilynn@optonline.net.

  Amie M. Evans is a creative nonfiction and literary erotica writer, experienced workshop provider, and a burlesque and high-femme drag performer. She graduated magna cum laude from the University of Pittsburgh with a BA in literature and is currently working on her MLA at Harvard. Her works have appeared in the 2005 Lambda Literary Award–winning anthology I Do/I Don’t: Queers on Marriage; Best of The Best of Lesbian Erotica; Harrington Lesbian Fiction Quarterly; Call of the Dark; Rode Hard and Put Away Wet; Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2006, and Show and Tell. She also writes gay male erotica under a pen name. Evans firmly believes queer liberation cannot happen through mainstreaming that demands the fringe elements of our community be isolated and marginalized and that sacrificing our queer sexuality in order to achieve a false sense of equality is not a valid option.