The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  Tess nodded. “Good point. Don’t you have a spare hood or something?”

  “I’ll bring one tomorrow. Now hush. He’s just getting up.”

  “Let me see.”

  “Not yet. Just sit there for a moment. And stop fondling my bottom.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Your outfit feels so nice.”

  “Well, stop it. It’s distracting. He’s left his room.”

  “Oh, no! Is he coming out?”

  “I doubt it. He was barefoot. Look, he’s back. Now that is interesting.”

  “What? What?”

  “He’s got a chocolate digestive biscuit and a cordless phone.”

  “But I’m the only one who buys chocolate digestives! He usually gets Kitkats.”

  “Told you so. He’s pinching your food. They’re probably all at it. What about the phone?”

  “Well, I got cordless so they wouldn’t have to sit in the hall and make calls. They just have to replace it afterwards.”

  “Damn! He’s got into bed. Now I can’t see what he’s doing. He’s definitely on the phone, though.”

  “How will we find out where he’s ringing?”

  “Easy. We’ll wait until he puts the phone back and press redial.”

  “Wow. You really are good at this.”

  “Thanks. Do you have to sit so close? Your hand is rubbing against my nipple and it’s getting a little stiff.”

  “Sorry.”

  It was over half an hour before Simon replaced the telephone. Abigail jumped to her feet and entered the house. She picked up the handset. It was still warm. She pressed the redial button.

  “Damn! I think he must be onto us. He’s cunning, I’ll give him that.”

  “What?” asked Tess. She shut the front door. Abigail held the phone out. Tess took it and listened.

  “At the third stroke, the time will be eight fifteen precisely,” said a well-spoken female voice.

  Tess looked puzzled. “The speaking clock? How could he have spent forty minutes talking to the speaking clock?”

  “He didn’t,” said Abigail. “He rang it just before he put the phone back so no one could find out who he’d been ringing.”

  “Gosh. That is cunning. What will we do?”

  “What time does he usually get back in the evening?”

  “About six o’clock. Why?”

  “I’ll be here at half-past five. I’ll break into his room and hide under the bed. Once he’s got the phone and I know whom he’s ringing, I’ll signal you. Then you can distract him for long enough for me to sneak out.”

  “That’s a great plan.”

  “See you tomorrow, then.”

  “I hear you’re going round to see Tess again tonight,” said

  Helen.

  Abigail frowned. “That was supposed to be a secret.” “She’s very excited about it. I think she’s rather taken with

  you. God knows why.”

  “Maybe she thinks I’m someone to look up to.”

  Helen coughed, and swallowed hard. “Yes, that must be it.”

  Abigail folded her arms. “If you’ve quite finished, Helen,

  some of us have crime to fight.” She sniffed and walked out.

  Abigail stood outside flat A and brandished her lock picks.

  “Abby, wait!” called Tess from the top of the stairs.

  “Shhhh!” hissed Abby with a finger to her lips. “Do you want everyone to know we’re here? And try to remember that my name is ’Nightgirl’, not Abby.”

  “There’s no one else in, Abby. Anyway, I thought you’d like to know that I have a master key. It might be easier than picking the lock.”

  “Yes, well, that seems like a very amateur way of going about things, but as you’re here, you might as well open it.”

  Tess unlocked the door and held it open. Abby stepped into the room. She reached up to her throat and unfastened her red cape.

  “Tess, would you look after this for me? If I need to make a quick getaway, it might hinder me.”

  Tess looked as though she’d been given the crown jewels to look after.

  “Wow, thanks, Abby! You can rely on me. I won’t let you down.”

  “Good. Now scoot, quickly, before he gets back.”

  “Bye!” Tess skipped upstairs.

  Abigail closed the door and walked over to the double bed. She knelt down and peered underneath it. Seeing nothing but a couple of boxes, she lay on her stomach and slithered into the gap. She looked at her watch. Ten minutes to go.

  The door opened. She heard a footstep, and a click as the person pushed the door shut. Abby shifted position and was surprised to see a pair of stiletto heels. She gulped as the figure knelt in front of the bed and slowly lowered its head.

  “Hi, Abby!”

  Abigail looked away and banged her head on the floor. “Tess. What are you doing here?”

  “I couldn’t stay in my room, Abby. I was too excited.” Tess flattened herself and shuffled sideways. “Come on, budge up.”

  “Tess, you can’t get under here! What about distracting him so I can get out?”

  “Oh, I’ve thought of that. I rang Helen. She’s going to come round at about half past eight to discuss an assignment with him.”

  “Helen agreed to do that?”

  “Yes. She wasn’t too happy about it, mind you. Muttered something about how you’d probably enjoy getting tied up again. Gosh, it’s cosy under here, isn’t it?”

  Abigail jerked up and banged her head on the underside of the bed. “Ow! Would you stop that?”

  “What?”

  “You touched my bottom again.”

  “I didn’t!”

  “You did, too. There! You’re doing it again!”

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  “Tess, I don’t think this is going to work. You’d better go back to your room.”

  The front door of the house banged.

  “Too late,” whispered Tess. “I think he’s back.”

  A key slid into the lock with a scrape of metal. The tumblers clicked as it turned. The door gave a faint creak. Abigail held her breath. Behind her, Tess snuggled closer. A pair of black boots stepped into view. The girls heard a rustle of material, and a faded leather jacket landed on the armchair at the other side of the room. The television burst into life.

  “This is the six o’clock news, from the BBC. In the headlines tonight, the Government proposes sweeping changes to the education system. There’s confusion in America when the president fails to recognize his own Chief of Staff, and in sport, despair for giant-killing minnows Millington Town as they are knocked out of the FA Cup quarter finals by Chelsea.”

  “Bastards,” said a voice. The bed creaked when Simon threw himself on top of it.

  Abigail shifted. Tess was very close, and had slipped an arm around her. She could feel Tess’s breasts pressing into her back. She tried to slide forwards. Tess clung tighter.

  The bed shifted again. Simon sat up, his feet inches from Abigail’s nose. He walked to the door and opened it. As soon as he left, Abigail rolled over to face Tess.

  “Come on. This is your chance.”

  “Chance for what?”

  “To get out of here and go back to your room. It’s too distracting, having you here.”

  “But I like it!”

  Abigail looked down at Tess’s hand, which was stroking her breasts through the spandex costume. Tess froze.

  “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

  “Well, I wish you wouldn’t. You’re making my nipples go all hard again, and it’s difficult to concentrate. Please, go back to your room.”

  “I can’t, Abby. Listen.” Tess cocked her head to one side. “He’s only in the kitchen. He can see right down the corridor. If I go, he’ll see me.”

  “Bugger,” said Abigail. She rolled over. Tess snuggled into her back again. Her hips pushed into Abigail’s bottom.

  The door banged shut and Simon sat back on the bed. He s
et a cup of coffee on the table beside his bed. The smell drifted down and tantalized Abigail’s nose. She sighed and rolled onto her back. Simon had been flicking through the channels on his television, and had settled on Witch Babes, a loud US import whose stars regularly appeared in tight, black PVC costumes. Abigail rolled her eyes at Tess.

  A few minutes later she felt a hand on her stomach. She looked over at Tess, who was smiling. The hand circled around and crept lower. Abigail took a firm hold and placed it back on the floor between them. Tess pouted.

  “I’m bored,” she mouthed.

  Her hand drifted back to Abigail’s tummy and moved down over her slick panties. Once again, Abigail removed it. Tess batted her eyelashes. Abigail gave her a very stern look and wagged her finger. She held it up to her lips.

  “Behave yourself,” she muttered.

  Tess stayed still for a few minutes. Her hand slipped inside her trousers. Simon slurped at his coffee. When Tess’s damp finger brushed against Abigail’s lips, she only just managed to stop herself sitting up and banging her head on the underside of the bed.

  At that moment, Witch Babes finished, and the heavy rock theme tune filled the room. Simon got up and went out, leaving the door wide open.

  “You’re making this really difficult, Tess,” whispered Abigail, removing Tess’s hand from between her legs.

  “Sorry, Abby. I’ll try not to do it again.”

  “Shh. He’s coming back.”

  Simon closed the door and drew his curtains. He lay on the bed above them, and they both heard the distinctive beeping of a telephone keypad. Abigail grinned at Tess and gave her a thumbs-up sign.

  “Hello?” said Simon. “Is that Miss de Meanour, the Horny School Mistress?”

  He listened for a moment. “Yes, I’ve been a very bad boy, and I think I deserve to be punished.”

  His zip made a scraping noise. The bed squeaked.

  “Yes, Mistress,” said Simon. “I’ve dropped my trousers. Do you want me to take down my underpants as well?”

  He shifted positions. “Oh, yes. Oh, that feels good. Spank me hard, Mistress.”

  Abigail jumped at the sound of a hand hitting flesh. She looked at Tess, her eyes wide. Tess wasn’t looking anywhere. Her eyes were closed, and her hand was deep between her thighs.

  Simon continued to spank his own bottom, groaning down the phone all the while.

  “Thank you, Mistress. Smack me again.”

  Finally he stopped. The mattress bowed as he slumped onto his back.

  “Thank you, Mistress. Please may I sniff your panties?”

  Abigail bit her hand to stop herself from laughing out loud.

  “Yes, Mistress. I’d love to play with myself.”

  The mattress started to bounce. The springs creaked rhythmically. The noise drowned the slight squelching that Tess was making.

  “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I’m going to come, Mistress. I need to come. May I come, please?”

  “Just come, already,” muttered Abigail.

  Tess gasped. Her body went rigid. Above her Simon let out a long groan. His movements slowed, then stopped.

  “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you. Good night.”

  The phone beeped. Simon dialled another number.

  “Twenty past eight. Cool.”

  Abigail flinched when a scrunched up piece of tissue paper landed on the floor in front of her. It looked wet. Simon’s feet appeared beside it, his trousers around his ankles. He bent down and pulled them up. Right on cue, the doorbell rang.

  Abigail and Tess heard Simon walk out and open the door.

  “Oh, hi, Helen,” he said.

  “Hello, Simon,” replied Helen. Abigail grinned. “I’ve been having a few problems with this assignment, and I was wondering if you’d like to discuss it over a quick drink.”

  “Sure! I’d love to. Just let me grab my shoes.”

  Simon rushed back into his room. He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his leather jacket. He paused briefly.

  “Shit,” he said, and fastened the zip of his trousers. The door banged shut.

  “Thank goodness for that,” said Abigail. She dragged herself out from under the bed, followed by Tess. “Well, now we know why your phone bills are so high.”

  “Yeah,” replied Tess. “The dirty little bugger. So what happens now?”

  “We wait until he comes back, and confront him.”

  “And what will he do?”

  “Probably he’ll tie me to the bed and confess everything before having sex with me.”

  “That really happens, does it?”

  “Oh, yes.” Abigail puffed out her chest. “Five times, so far.”

  “How do they tie you? Could you show me?”

  “Of course. Let’s get back to your room.”

  They walked upstairs to Tess’s flat. Abigail threw herself on the bed and stretched out her arms and legs.

  “Generally, they tie me like this.”

  “What do they use?”

  “All sorts of things. Neck ties, rope, cuffs.”

  “What about these?” Tess held up a pair of long straps, each with Velcro cuffs at both ends.

  “Gosh. You just happened to have those handy, did you? Well, yes, I guess they would do.”

  Tess attached a cuff to Abigail’s wrist. She ran the strap around the top of the bed and cuffed her other wrist. The second strap held her ankles wide apart.

  “How’s that?” asked Tess.

  Abigail pulled at the straps. “Pretty firm, yes. Where did you get them from?”

  “Jan Winters. So, if I were a villain, what would I do next?”

  “Well, you’d probably roll my top up and play with my tits. If you were really evil, you’d cut off my panties and undo my crotch zip.”

  “Mmmm,” said Tess. She reached down and pulled Abigail’s top up, exposing her breasts.

  “Tess, what are you doing? You’re not a villain.”

  “I don’t know about that,” said Tess, with a wink. “I’m feeling pretty wicked right now.”

  “But this was supposed to be a demonstr— Oh!”

  Tess tweaked Abigail’s nipples, gripping them firmly between her thumbs and forefingers. She lowered her head and ran her tongue over the little pink buds.

  “Very nice. Now, about those panties . . .”

  She walked into her lounge area and returned with a pair of scissors.

  “No!” moaned Abigail. “I’ve only got two pairs left.”

  “I’ll buy you more,” said Tess. She snipped the panties up both sides and pulled them away. “This zip does go a long way back, doesn’t it?”

  She reached under Abigail’s bottom. The zip clicked forward and the spandex on either side parted, exposing the pink flesh underneath.

  “Wow, Abby, you shave!”

  “Actually, I’ve started having it waxed. It hurts like hell, but it lasts longer.”

  “It looks yummy,” said Tess, licking her lips. “Are you ready?”

  “Ready for what?”

  “This.” Tess lay between Abigail’s legs and ran her tongue along her pussy.

  “Oooooh!” Abigail jerked. “Oh, gosh! Stop it! Oooooh!”

  Tess found her clit and wrapped her lips around it. Slowly she sucked the little button into her mouth. Abigail squealed. “Oh, God! Stop! Oh! That’s . . . urn . . . nice!”

  Tess flicked with her tongue. She slid two fingers along Abigail’s pussy and pushed them inside her. Her captive bucked and pulled against the straps. Tess hummed, sending vibrations through Abigail’s clit.

  “Bloody hell! Oh! Do that again!” Abigail arched her back off the bed. “Oooooh!”

  Tess pumped her fingers in and out of Abigail’s pussy. Her tongue circled above it, each pass drawing another gasp from Abigail’s lips.

  “Oh, God! I’m going to come!” She pulled the straps taut and threw her head back against the pillows. Tess shook her head from side to side. Abigail jerked three times, let out a long groan and collapsed. Tess
gave her a last, lingering kiss on the pussy and sat up. She leaned forward and kissed Abigail’s mouth.

  “You taste good, don’t you?”

  Abigail’s eyes flickered open. “Golly. That’s never happened to me before.”

  “What? A woman making you come?”

  “No.” Abigail thought for a moment. “Well, yes, that too, but I meant I’ve never been captured by one of the good guys before.”

  Tess chuckled. “There’s a first time for everything, honey.”

  Later that evening, Abigail and Helen sat in their flat, drinking wine.

  “So then, after tying me up and doing all sorts of things to me, she says she thinks that she’s a bicycle!” Abigail looked at Helen and shrugged. “I mean, I like my bike, especially when I ride it down the cobbled street across town, but it never does stuff like that to me.”

  Helen stifled a laugh. “I think she might have said that she was bisexual.”

  “Bisexual?” Abigail shook her head. “That can’t be right. She didn’t pay me anything.”

  “Not ’buy’. ’Bi’. B-I. It means she likes girls as well as boys.”

  “Nooo! Really?”

  “Yes!” Helen nodded. “She’s had the hots for you for ages. Don’t tell me you didn’t realize.”

  “Gosh, no. I thought she just wanted to be my sidekick.”

  “Did she say what she was going to do about Simon?”

  “I think she’s going to go on a date with him.”

  “What? Why?”

  Abigail took a sip of wine and looked at Helen over the top of her glass. “I may have inadvertently planted the idea in her mind.”

  “Oh, boy. How?”

  “I just said that if Simon had been watching what she did to me, he wouldn’t have needed to call those dirty phone numbers.”

  Helen snorted with laughter. “Too right he wouldn’t. So she’s going to go out with him?”

  “Well,” said Abigail, “What she actually said was that she’d ask him if he was interested in a threesome. I wonder who else she has in mind?”

  Opposites Attract

  Nicky B.

  Freddy Deadbeat leaned forward into his microphone, his huge shades covering his eyes; he had long curly dark hair and a thick moustache that made him look like a seventies cliche.

  He was a late night radio host and spoke in a New York accent to the thousands listening, and most of them never asked if he really was American.