by Violet Blue
“That was…” I paused for a moment to catch my breath. “Amazing. I’ve never come like that before.” I was pretty sure I’d left a puddle on his desk. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure. I better go ahead and reopen the store. Take your time.”
I waited to get dressed until he left me. I was right: there was a wet spot on the desk. I decided to leave it as an autograph.
I wiped the dildo down with the hem of my shirt and tossed it in the bag. Back out in the store, Jeff was talking to a young woman who couldn’t decide whether to look at him or the sex toys he was pointing at.
She spotted me coming out of the back and her eyes went wide.
“Thanks for your assistance,” I said.
Jeff smiled. “Enjoy your purchase.”
“I will.” As I walked past the woman, I stage-whispered, “This store has the best customer service.”
TUBING THE BRULE
Reen Guierre
The bus ride to the Brule River was beautiful. It was mid-August, and already an occasional tree had been transformed to red by the cool nights. The last five miles on a washboard dirt road, however, were a drag. Cami had to pee and the guy she had to sit next to smiled beneath his shades every time she looked in his direction. She had never been inner-tubing before, but like all risky outdoor fun, it seemed to come with a degree of sacrifice.
Finally the bus pulled to a stop and Derek (she thought that’s what he’d said his name was) got into the aisle and motioned for her to go ahead of him. She slipped past him and pushed ahead, trying to put as many people between them as possible. Once out of the bus, she made a beeline for the restroom, which turned out to be a stone building with an outhouse pit. Well, at least there was toilet paper. Just don’t look down, she said to herself.
Cami, Thea and Matt had all signed up for this river trip with the thought of maybe hooking up with guys. They had all graduated high school together and this was their final fling before going off to college. As she exited the outhouse she caught sight of Matt. It appeared he was already engaged in friendly banter with a tall, deeply tanned, twentysomething. She approached them and introduced herself to the tall stranger. The guy’s name was Pete and upon hearing him speak she thought, No question about it, he’s Matt’s type.
Now where was Thea? Cami shaded her eyes with her hand and began a sweep, seeking out her friend. She spotted her at three o’clock talking to two guys. Cami waved to catch her eye, but Thea only waved back. A man’s voice coming from a megaphone said, “We rendezvous two hours from now for lunch. You won’t miss the signs. The river is very calm this time of year. Choose a buddy and travel in groups of two or more. Gear up.”
He was so close, Cami felt him standing behind her before he spoke. “I’ll be your buddy,” he said. She turned around and it was Derek, with his shades pushed up over his head. His eyes were really nice. They were soft and smoky. Why hadn’t she given him a chance before? He was actually quite good-looking. There was something different about him, but hey, she liked different.
“Okay, cool,” she replied.
It was pleasurable to float down the river at a slow pace, checking out nature and stuff. That weightless, floating feeling made Cami forget everything that had aggravated her earlier. Derek had his shades back on and a perpetual grin on his mug. He playfully paddled over to bump inner tubes with her every now and then. “Will you steer me if I close my eyes?” she asked him.
“Sure.”
She closed her eyes and became aware that she no longer heard the voices of anyone else. It was lovely just listening to the birds and moving water. The dappled sun moved over her eyelids, making her see the color red. She floated contentedly with her fingertips draped in the cool, iron-colored water. As if to wake her out of a dream, there was a jolt as they hit ground. She opened her eyes to see Derek getting up out of his tube.
“Wassup?” she asked.
“I have to pee.”
“Go in the water. Doesn’t everyone do that?”
“I would if I had my trunks, but I’m wearing cutoffs.”
“Whatever,” she said, and he disappeared into the woods.
She waited a long time, but he didn’t come back. He must be taking a crap, she thought. She didn’t have a waterproof watch so she wasn’t certain, but it must have been fifteen minutes since he left by now.
She called his name. A muffled reply came back. She pulled the tubes fully up onto the shore and set out to find him. She called him and followed his voice to the top of a small cliff. He was lying facedown, sunning himself on a rock with his cutoffs pulled only part way up so almost his whole ass was showing.
“What the fuck? Are you okay?” Cami demanded.
“My jeans are so tight from the water, I can’t get them up. I decided to dry off a little bit and try again,” Derek said in a small voice.
“You are joking. This is the worst come-on ever!” She reached down and gave his ass a good slap. Instead of jumping to attention, like she thought he would, he lay there motionless and moaned a little. She looked at the handprint that was beginning to form on his right cheek and realized how beautiful his naked butt looked on the rock warmed by the sunlight. It was obvious he wanted more so she slapped his cheeks, first one, then the other, until they were warm. The sharp noise disturbed the natural sound of the river and woods, even though everything else felt so right. Her hand was beginning to sting, but his sexy moaning kept her going and with each contact she began to feel that familiar, bright-hot sensation throughout her groin. He seemed invigorated, judging by his breathing. She stopped to survey the damage and his whole ass was bright red. There were dirt and pine needles stuck to him, which must have made her slaps all the more painful. Derek turned over and said, “Let me taste you.”
She really didn’t need any more coaxing than that. Cami rolled her shorts and panties in one twisted wad down to her ankles and kicked them aside. She sat on the warm rock facing the sun and watched him position himself between her legs. He lay on his stomach again and she could see that his ass was still glowing. He tongued her like he was tasting something delicious and the experience was enhanced by the direct sunlight. There was no comparison between having sex in a well-lit room and being in full sun. She could study every little shine of saliva on his tongue as he dabbed it gently until the movement of her hips told him she wanted it faster.
He pulled back and said, “I don’t have a condom, and I’m assuming you don’t either.”
She actually did, but she wanted him to keep going. “No,” she said in a voice a couple of notes higher than her usual. He continued tonguing her with long licks and flat circles. She was glad she was a girl when she came in shudders and released her calls of pleasure into the air.
After a few minutes they decided they must get back with the group. She was trying to untangle her wet underwear and he said, “Skip those,” and tossed them into a bush.
She reached for her shorts and he snatched them away, too. “Derek, damn you, I have to wear something!”
He produced a jackknife from his front pocket and proceeded to cut a small hole in the crotch of her shorts. He handed them back to her with that same smile she had seen on the bus. She also noticed that his shorts did, in fact, go up without a problem.
Getting back into the cold water was chilly at first, but after a while they were laughing and playing again in their tubes. When her tube spun backward the current would force cold water into the tiny hole he’d made in her shorts. It was a little shock every time and kept her attention focused there.
No one batted an eyelash when she and Derek arrived late. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones who’d stopped along the way. They had a grilled meal of hot dogs and hamburgers, sitting near Thea and one of her beaus. Derek, she learned to her delight, went to a college in southern Minnesota that was only sixty miles from hers in Wisconsin. An hour was doable, for sure.
Eventually, Matt and Pete showed up looking kind of cold from being wet
in the cooler afternoon air. They couldn’t stop smiling, and Cami wondered what, exactly, they had done together.
The bus arrived to collect them all and take them to Bayfield. She and Derek sat in the same seats, with him on the aisle. He pulled a jacket from a backpack he’d left on the bus and tossed it over their laps. Before long his hand was under the jacket searching for the hole he’d made in her shorts. His index finger pushed through and found her clit. He touched it ever so lightly and then urged her to scoot forward so he could finger-fuck her. It was all she could do to stay quiet as the urgency screamed in her head. He pulled his finger out and brought it back to her clit, which he then rubbed with her own juices. She came quietly, only tensing up, so no one could tell what was happening. She opened her eyes to see him wearing a very satisfied grin. He took his finger out of the hole and patted her on the stomach. It was then that he felt the unmistakable shape of a condom packet in a little pocket tucked inside her shorts.
“You are so gonna be punished for this,” he said.
Cami smiled at her new lover, knowing somehow it wouldn’t be quite that way.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
BONNIE DEE is an erotica and erotic romance writer with numerous novels published at Liquid Silver Books, Venus Press and Samhain Publishing. Her short stories have been included in Best Women’s Erotica 2006 and Wicked Words: Sex at the Sports Club. For more information on the author and her back-list of books go to bonniedee.com.
A. D. R. FORTE’s erotic short fiction has appeared in the anthologies Awakening the Virgin 2, Lips Like Sugar (Cleis Press), and in Scared Naked Magazine. She lives in Texas and tries to avoid daylight hours as much as possible.
B. J. FRANKLIN has only been writing erotica for a short while. Her first published story “The Wheels on the Bus” appears at GoodVibes.com, and she has two stories in print: “The Lady-killer” is in Sage Vivant and M. Christian’s Amazons anthology, and “The Power of Imagination” is in Violet Blue’s Lips Like Sugar anthology. She is a member of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, a Trekkie and, in her spare time, studies medicine at university.
Decadent, devilish and delightful are three words that have been used to describe the work of K. L. GILLESPIE. She wrote her first story, about a child-eating nun, at age seven, and since then she has worked as a music journalist, art gallery curator and screen-writer. She is a regular contributor to TANK magazine and has recently been published in Wicked: Sexy Tales of Legendary Lovers, Best Women’s Erotica 2006, Dying for It: Stories of Sex and Death and The Mammoth Book of Erotica. Her eagerly anticipated first novel, Jesus Loves Penge is out later this year.
MARIA GRIGORIADIS lives in Boston, MA and works as a researcher for a biotechnology company in Cambridge conducting research on cancer therapeutics. She is currently working toward a masters in Biotechnology and holds a first degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. When she is not doing all this, or writing erotica, she plays flag football in an all women’s (lesbian) league.
REEN GUIERRE likes sex with a twist. Her steamy stories always end with a little surprise. Her characters—far from being perfect—encounter the unexpected, experience uncertainty and make mistakes, but in spite of it all, still manage to have great sex. She lives with her partner in the frozen north where staying warm on a winter’s night is as paramount as the pines. Reen’s stories have appeared in Best Women’s Erotica 2007, Goodvibes.com, and Oysters and Chocolate. Contact her at [email protected].
DEBRA HYDE’s fiction has appeared in several anthologies, most recently Erotic Travel Tales 2, Best of the Best Meat Erotica and Ripe Fruit: Erotica for Well-Seasoned Lovers, with additional work scheduled to appear in several upcoming anthologies. She is a regular contributor to both Scarlet Letters (www.scarletletters.com) and Yes Portal (www.yesportal.com), and maintains the pansexual blog, Pursed Lips.
KAY JAYBEE currently resides in the southwest of England where she can usually be found in any number of coffee shops. She has had several stories and poems placed on the erotic site OystersandChocolate.com, along with short stories in both Lips Like Sugar (Cleis Press), and Sex and Music (Black Lace).
GENEVA KING (genevaking.com) has stories appearing in several anthologies including Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2006, Best Women’s Erotica 2006, Ultimate Undies, Caramel Flava and Travelrotica for Lesbians. She intends to publish a book, if her professors ever give her enough time to do so.
MARIA MATTHEWS is an erotic fiction writer cleverly disguised as a university professor. She lives in the Midwest with her two partners, two kids, one cat, and too much to do. This is her first published erotic short story.
JEAN ROBERTA teaches English at a Canadian university and writes in several genres. Her nonfiction has appeared in Harrington Lesbian Literary Quarterly as well as Perceptions, a GLBT newsmagazine of the northern prairie. Her erotic fiction has appeared in over fifty print anthologies on both sides of the Atlantic, including Best Women’s Erotica 2000, 2003, 2005 and 2006 and Best New Erotica 6.
TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS writes erotica, poetry, romance, and speculative fiction. Her erotica has appeared in Best Women’s Erotica 2004, 2005 and 2007; Secret Slaves: Erotic Stories of Bondage; FishNetMag; and many other publications. She is also one-half of the erotica-writing duo Sophie Mouette, whose novel Cat Scratch Fever was released in 2006 by Black Lace Books. When not writing or copyediting, she can often be found belly dancing or enjoying the beach.
SUSAN ST. AUBIN’s erotic writing has been published over the past twenty years in various journals and anthologies, such as Yellow Silk, Herotica, Best Lesbian Erotica 2001, Ripe Fruit: Erotica for Well-Seasoned Lovers, Best Women’s Erotica 2004, The Best of Both Worlds: Bisexual Erotica, Transfigures: Trans-gender Erotica, and Best American Erotica 2007. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area.
SLOANE SQUARE has been writing adult microfiction for over a decade. She spends her days and nights soaking in the sights, sounds and smells of human interaction in the big city. She could be sitting next to you on the subway. Or eavesdropping on your conversation at the bar. Her weekly podcast can be enjoyed at nexttuesday.net.
SASKIA WALKER (saskiawalker.co.uk) is a British author who has had erotic fiction published on both sides of the pond. You can find her work in many anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica 2006, Red Hot Erotica, Slave to Love, Secrets Volume 15, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica Volume 5, and Stirring Up a Storm. Her longer work includes the novella Sex, Lies, and Bondage Tape, and the novels Along for the Ride and Double Dare.
KRISTINA WRIGHT is a full-time writer whose erotic fiction has appeared in over thirty anthologies, including four editions of the Lambda Award-winning series Best Lesbian Erotica; two editions of Best Women’s Erotica; two volumes of the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica and three editions of Ultimate Lesbian Erotica. Her work has also been featured in the nonfiction guide The Many Joys of Sex Toys and in e-zines such as Clean Sheets, Scarlet Letters and Good Vibes Magazine. Kristina holds a BA in English and an MA in humanities. For more information about her life, writing and academic pursuits, visit her website kristinawright.com.
ANDREA ZANIN thinks about sex all the time. She’s a Montreal-based alternative sexuality educator, and is active in the queer, polyamory and BDSM communities as well as being a trans ally. She writes on topics related to queer, poly and kinky sexuality for a variety of print and online publications as well as being a prolific blogger. Andrea has been writing erotic fiction since she was a teenager, but has only recently come out of the closet with it. She can be found online at sexgeek.ca.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
VIOLET BLUE is the best-selling, award-winning author and editor of nearly two dozen books on sex and sexuality, all currently in print, three of which have been translated into languages including French, Spanish and Russian. Violet is a sex educator who lectures at University of Callifornia branches and community teaching institutions, and writes about erotica, pornography, sexual pleasure and health. She is a professiona
l sex blogger and femmebot; the sex columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle; a Geek Entertainment TV correspondent, an author at Metroblogging San Francisco; and is on the Gawker Media payroll at Fleshbot.com. She is a San Francisco native and human blog; she lists her profession as “wetware hacker” and her sexual orientation as binary. She has survived being a Dorkbot presenter twice and over ten years at Survival Research Laboratories, and is a notorious podcaster and videoblogger. Her podcast Open Source Sex has made iTunes cry for its mommy at least once. She has been interviewed, featured, and quoted as an expert by more magazine, web, television and radio outlets than can be listed here, including Boing Boing, the Wall Street Journal, Newsweek, NPR, O: The Oprah Magazine, MSNBC, CNN, Wired, Esquire and Web MD; for more information visit her websites tinynibbles.com and techyum.com, or listen to her podcast, Open Source Sex.
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