Best Lesbian Erotica 2015

by Laura Antoniou

  “You are hopelessly clumsy.” Carmen shook her head, but she couldn’t even pretend to be mad at me. “And, really? What’s your plan?”

  “I was hoping you’d help with that part.”

  My friend laughed. She glanced at her date, Myka, as if to warn me against painting her as a seductress extraordinaire, though she kind of is. “Just pick someone. Dance up, and go with it. If she’s not into it, move on. No big deal.”

  “What’s up?” Myka put down her beer and peered at Carmen. “Is she a hopeless romantic?”

  “No.” Carmen ruffled my hair. “She just likes to waste time letching after couples.”

  “Hey!” I pulled my head away. “I don’t letch.”

  “My god!” Myka looked impressed with me for the first time ever. “Are you into threesomes?”

  Oh geez, please don’t offer, I thought with rising panic. Not you and Carmen. That’s too weird. “Uh…no. I am decidedly outside of threesomes.”

  “What about her?” Carmen nodded at the door. “Your type, ain’t she?”

  I looked at the woman who had just walked in. Until that moment, I hadn’t understood the meaning of curvaceous. The lady’s big, shapely body was on display in a halter top, a tight pencil skirt, and…nylons? At a club party? She turned to chat with the bouncer, and I saw that her stockings were the type you never see anymore, the type with seams running down the back.

  Wildly inappropriate for the occasion, but Carmen was right: the newcomer was my type. One of them, anyway.

  I ducked under a HAPPY PRIDE banner and wandered toward the entrance. When I got within earshot—which was pretty close, considering the crowd—the first words I heard from the Nylon Angel’s mouth were, “Yeah, my girlfriend went by the motel. She’ll be here any minute.”

  Of course. I improvised by striking up a chat with a nearby acquaintance, as if that had been my intention all along. As we shouted our small talk, I scanned the room and saw plenty more women to whet my appetite. I reminded myself of Carmen’s words: Move on. No big deal.

  Righto.

  After dancing with a couple of casual friends, I decided to wander. Yes, I still had sex on the brain. How could I not? It permeated the air, rising off the partiers’ bodies. I was wet just from the energy in the room.

  Now I’m not a religious lady, but I guess Moses took pity and parted the rainbow sea. Without knowing where I was going, I ended up face-to-face with an adorable androgynous chick and liked her instantly. She was petite, dressed down in a tank top, cargo pants and, weirdly enough, an Eagle Scout bandana. Well, why not? My body gravitated toward hers as our eyes met. She picked up my hand and spun me out then back to her, like a couple in an old film. I laughed and danced closer, our hips moving together.

  When her short, shaggy haircut brushed against my neck, I felt the sweat that had mixed with her gel. She must have been dancing hard. It may sound gross, but somehow it turned me on even more. Maybe because I could imagine that hair trailing along my inner thigh… I breathed against her ear, grinding just a little. She intensified the movement, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the bones of her back move under my fingers.

  By the end of the next song, we were kissing. At first, she was so gentle that it teased me, and I moaned a little as I pushed my mouth against hers. She chuckled but didn’t stop, pressing her hand against my lower back as our kisses grew desperate. I sucked on her lower lip, aching below the waist. She brushed my hair away from my face, then, much to my body’s chagrin, turned slightly away.

  I had been dimly aware that my new crush was part of a group. They’d been hanging in a haphazard cluster in the middle of the floor, wing-womaning each other as they checked out the scene and danced up the guests around them. It wasn’t until we came up for air, though, that I realized the friend nearest to us was the Nylon Angel. As if on cue, she leaned over to my Andro Eagle and said something I couldn’t hear, then leaned farther. Their lips met, and both pairs of eyes went to me.

  Oh.

  Nylon and I each put an arm around each other as she moved into our space. Eagle watched, rapt, as I kissed her girlfriend’s made-up cheek. I can tease too. Slowly, slowly, I moved in for my second first kiss of the night. Nylon had softer, fuller lips, but she didn’t waste time being coy. Her tongue played with mine as our mouths got warmer and wetter, melting together like two parts of a whole.

  But for once, I wasn’t one of two parts—I was one of three.

  I grabbed the cloth of Eagle’s tank, over her belly, and pulled her in closer. Her mouth joined with ours. As you might imagine, it was a bit awkward, because I had never kissed two people at once before, but that didn’t keep it from being hot. I gave them several brief pecks to start, then focused on each of them in turn until I lost track of who was who. It didn’t seem to matter. I had these two sexy creatures licking my lips and caressing my shoulders, and I wished I had a wall to lean on. I was still nearly sober, but the couple made me so dizzy that standing felt like work.

  “Shall we get out of here?” Nylon murmured, reading my mind. Eagle grinned in approval; all I could do was nod.

  When Carmen and I had talked about my interest in threesomes, she had seemed puzzled by my desire to be the third party. “Don’t you want to wait until you have a girlfriend who’s into it? Then you could go prowling together. With a couple, you’d be the odd girl out.” I saw her point, but the idea of playing with a couple had always been the sexiest to me. Maybe it was because I didn’t want a girlfriend just then, or maybe it was the reassurance that if it didn’t go well, I never had to see them again, but my fantasy felt like something deeper, something I couldn’t name. As excited as I was, I couldn’t help but shoot Carmen a smug look when we passed her and Myka huddled at the bar. Nylon and Eagle were on either side of me, holding my hands as we walked briskly to the door. No odd girl out here.

  We talked for the whole drive to the hotel, and not small talk either. We talked about sex. We had all been tested recently (woo-hoo, responsible adults!) but would still be using condoms with toys—and as it turned out, we all liked our toys. Nylon shared that she didn’t like being touched on her stomach, and I mentioned my passion for having my thighs played with. As soon as I said it, Eagle reached over and put a hand on my leg over my jeans, without ever taking her eyes off the road. That turnoff couldn’t come soon enough.

  I know that a lot of people avoid these conversations out of fear that they’ll be “mood-killers,” but if anything, getting this stuff out of the way made me more ready to go. Or let go, as the case may be.

  I must have passed the motel a hundred times before, but I had never given it a good look. The Apple Inn sat at the intersection of two major city roads and was more the color of rust than red apples, but it didn’t look particularly sketchy. I felt safe.

  “Is the room everything we hoped?” Nylon Angel teased her girlfriend as we strolled toward door number sixty-seven.

  “And then some!” Andro Eagle replied, pulling the key out of her back pocket. Catching my eye, she explained, “We reserved it especially. It’s the ‘Festive Room.’”

  I blinked. “The what?” In reply, Eagle pushed the door open and hit the light. Rather, she hit the lights, because the switch didn’t just turn on a yellowish lamp or two. It activated string upon string of multicolored Christmas lights, wound around every wall. “Ah,” I breathed, looking around the sparkly, rainbow-lit shelter. “The Pride Room?”

  “Tonight it is!” Eagle leapt onto the bed, which I could see had an autumnal, maple-leaf pattern. Fall? Winter? I wasn’t sure what the Apple Inn was going for, festivity-wise, but it was good enough for me. As Angel dropped her purse and shut the door behind us, Eagle leaned over the bedside table. I thought she was going to turn a more normal lamp on, but no—instead, she struck a match and lit three scarlet candles, filling the patches of shadows with light. The wax gave off a strong floral scent, and something else, something fruity and hearty.

  Of course: apple s
eason had arrived.

  The three of us gazed at each other stilly, taking in the strange ambiance. Eagle looked mischievous, grinning like the Cheshire Cat; Angel seemed shy but definitely happy. The air felt thick between us, and I wondered if they could hear my heart pounding. I can’t believe this is finally happening, I thought. I swallowed and then turned toward Angel. “Come here,” I whispered.

  She put her hands on my hips and kissed me again. Everything about her was soft: her lips, her touch, the smooth skin of her shoulders under my palms, the tongue that lazily explored my mouth. I had planned on being confident, maybe a little aggressive, but Angel had already made me breathless. I felt weak with desire to have her body all over me. She kissed harder, trailing both hands down to my thighs.

  I heard a soft moan from the bed. I could see Eagle breathing hard, her face flushed, as she watched us. I took Angel’s hand and maneuvered us over to the bed before we resumed our making out, giving Eagle a nice, long, arousing look. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I could smell her getting super wet under her cargo pants.

  Then again, it could have been any of us.

  “Have a seat,” Eagle hissed. I surprised her by sitting on her lap on the bed, still facing the standing Angel. I wiggled my ass against Eagle’s groin, feeling her arms wrap around me from behind. When I wrapped my legs around the femme’s pencil skirt, my face became level with her amply filled-out halter top. I laid my face against Angel’s cleavage as I felt Eagle caress my tummy and begin kissing my neck from behind.

  As Angel undid her halter, Eagle teased my right ear with her naughty, impish mouth. I ground my ass down harder as Angel stepped away, giving me a good look. She let her shirt fall down in front of me. She had gone braless, and her breasts hung round and gorgeous. She played with her nipples for just a moment then grinned as her hands moved to the back of her skirt. I had never thought that the sound of a zipper was erotic before, but the sound of that pencil skirt being undone drove me wild. It wasn’t just that it was sexy, either; it was that now I was torn: I didn’t know whether to let Eagle keep nipping and licking at my ear or get off the bed and go after Angel’s luscious ass.

  Luckily, Angel chose that second to quit her teasing and come back to us on the bed. I couldn’t have gotten up even if I’d tried; Eagle moved her tongue farther into my ear, and I gasped. I couldn’t believe how good it felt; if I’d heard it described, I might have thought the act silly. Angel pressed herself against us, knocking both of us onto the bed on our backs. The two of them held each other tight and kissed, and I felt my heart swell. Some people might have been jealous, but they were so beautiful together, and I could feel the love between them. Part of me thinks I could just have sat back and watched and been perfectly happy.

  Still, the heat between my legs grew again when Eagle found my mouth. I helped her peel off my blouse, and when I saw Angel kneel next to me, looking inquiringly at my jeans, I nodded, hard. “Take it off. All of it.”

  I was, of course, referring to my own clothes, but I wouldn’t have minded Angel finishing her own undressing job, either—or Eagle’s, for that matter. Angel was now curled up on the comforter in only her ridiculous seamed nylon tights and a black thong underneath that covered almost nothing. Now I could definitely smell her. Angel opened my fly slowly and pulled my jeans down over my legs, leaving my panties on for now. Her boobs brushed against my thigh on the way down, and I nearly cried. I already wanted, badly, to come, but I knew that if I held on, this would only get better.

  I ran my hand over Eagle’s ass as she played with my breasts through my thin bra. It hardly seemed fair that Eagle was still nearly fully clothed while the rest of us were in our underwear, and I started to remedy that situation, pulling off her tank top as I played with her short hair with my other hand. We kissed fiercely some more as Angel moved her head back up to ours and buried her face in my neck. While still enjoying Eagle’s lips, I caressed Angel’s nearly naked body with both of my hands, from her smooth arms to her perfect breasts to her dimpled back. When my hands skimmed the top of her nylons, Angel nodded into my neck. I took a deep breath and wound one leg around Eagle as I slid my fingers past Angel’s waistline.

  I fondled the femme’s ass and thighs, but I could sense where her most intense warmth was coming from, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I moved my fingers into her crease, stroking her soaking-wet labia. It wasn’t completely easy, having to move my hands under the confines of the tight, woven fabric that was the nylons, but that just made the friction more intense. As two of my fingertips moved inside her, Angel clenched and rocked and bit my neck hard.

  Eagle, meanwhile, was moving her mouth down toward my navel. Then—oh—she was back to her skillful stroking of my thighs. I felt my panties getting moister and tried to maintain focus on both the sensations Eagle was giving me and the feel of Angel’s sweet pussy. It wasn’t too hard; the pleasures combined and my body moved as if this was what it had always been waiting to do. When I grazed the spongy texture of Angel’s G-spot, I began begging Eagle to take my underwear off. I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore.

  Neither could Angel, apparently. “Fuck,” she cried, riding my fingers for several seconds before pulling back slightly. I wanted to ask her what she thought she was doing, but I got the idea when she yanked open her suitcase’s front pocket to pull out a dildo. Eagle stopped the thigh torture for just a minute and grinned at Angel. Eagle pulled a condom out of her back pocket then, apparently realizing she still had pockets, took her cargo pants off entirely. Her gray boxer-briefs fit her snuggly, and when I stole a look at the center of them, I no longer had any doubt that all three of us were dripping wet.

  As soon as I had the condom over the toy, I raised my eyebrows at Angel and moved my fingers, still deep inside of her, the tiniest bit. I felt a small spasm for my effort. “You want me to fuck you with this?” I murmured, staring deep into her eyes.

  “You better,” she responded gutturally, and Eagle let out a short burst of laughter.

  “I think you want something too, huh?” she singsonged. I looked down at her trailing her elegant fingers up and down my thighs, making my whole body buzz for more.

  “Please,” I said. I felt the air hit me between the legs as my panties went down. Angel finally broke our contact to get the last of her clothing off, and while I missed her pussy immediately, my mind nearly went blank at the first touch of Eagle’s tongue. She teased my clit with gentle then firm licks, and, when I could find my voice, I had her put a finger inside me. We both groaned as it went in, and she lapped harder, getting me all over her face. As Eagle licked, she placed her now-naked legs on either side of my left one, and I moaned louder, feeling how wet she was.

  “Didn’t you offer to fuck me?” Angel inquired, sounding deceptively innocent. She now kneeled beside my torso, suited dildo in hand, one eyebrow raised.

  I grabbed the toy and held it between my belly and my chest. “Hop on.”

  Angel straddled me, and it slid right in with me still holding the base. Her weight on my torso turned me on just as much as seeing her spread-eagled over me and feeling her soak my hand where I gripped the toy. She began riding hard, letting out small noises as her pleasure built. I barely had to move, but of course I was moving, because Eagle’s skillful mouth was making me twitch. She licked my clit from top to bottom as her pointer finger filled my pussy, making my whole crotch tingle. She ground herself harder against my leg, and I felt each change in her breathing as she worked us both into a frenzy. Her girlfriend continued to ride me and moan, and I put a hand over Angel’s breast and felt her shake against me with every rise and fall.

  Soon, I began to feel light-headed. Angel’s cries were getting more and more high-pitched, and I felt the tightness in my chest and knew what was coming. I can’t know for sure, but I think I started to come first, my pussy gripping and releasing Eagle’s finger violently as my legs shook. Angel began to climax too, pressing her thighs against either side of me as
her body quivered, rigid around the dildo. Eagle, feeling my orgasm against her hand and mouth, rocked more aggressively against my leg, and then we were all there. Our gasps combined and parted for several long minutes, hovering around the incredible machine that was our spasming, wet, thoroughly pleasured bodies.

  Even though nobody’s head was on the pillows, we barely moved afterward. Exhaustion of the best kind radiated from my self, and I can only imagine that they both felt the same way. Eventually, we all began to doze, Angel lying next to me with her head on my stomach, Eagle curled up toward the foot of the bed with her head resting on my thigh.

  I passed in and out of dreams, feeling so close to these women—these gorgeous, talented, damn sexy women. Even though I know they lived somewhere else, and that I might never see them again, I felt I knew them well. I knew the tricks of Eagle’s devilish mouth. I knew the sounds Angel made when she came. I knew how they both liked to tease.

  The only things I didn’t know were their names.

  LOVELY LADY LIBERTY

  Nicole Wolfe

  Justine knew as soon as Olivia Hill stepped onstage that the Axis would never win.

  Justine and her fellow WASPs had crammed into the back of the crowd inside Hickam Air Force Base’s mess hall. The USO crew had cleared the hall of tables and chairs earlier and put up their portable stage. All of the airmen on base had filled the hall to near bursting within five hours of the opening act—a live eight-piece swing band. Famous film comics Abbott and Costello had the crowd in stitches with jokes, ad-libs, and comments about the base commander.

  Then came Olivia Hall, star of the newest MGM thriller—The Silent Laugh. She played the sultry, strawberry-blonde-haired, hourglass-shaped torch singer who pulled the detective into her web of deceit. She walked onstage in a sequined bikini designed like the American flag and held a burning silver sparkler. The Hickam airmen roared so loud that it would’ve drowned out air raid sirens.

  “Happy Fourth of July!” she yelled to the crowd. The airmen exploded with catcalls, cheers and whistles. Justine could barely hear her singing a sexy rendition of “You’re a Grand Old Flag.”