by Ily Goyanes
We won the next several games and we were up for the state championship. By the luck of the draw, I also had an interview for an internship at a museum in the same city that weekend. And by luck of the draw, I mean that all my scheming to get that interview, in that particular museum, on that particular weekend, had worked. Sometimes we have to make our own luck.
We ran into each other in the library the Thursday before the championship game. I hadn’t seen that cheap slut around, but I was still boiling at the way Murphy seemed to enjoy the whore’s attention. Murphy sat at one of the long library tables reading books on Andy Warhol, Salvador Dali, and for some odd reason, Nan Goldin—who was an amazing photographer, but not a painter. I crept up behind her real slow and stood there inhaling her scent. She smelled like laundry detergent and wildflowers.
“Are you enjoying your picture books?”
She looked up at me in surprise and then a frown quickly consumed her face. I had never seen the captain frown and I didn’t like it.
“I’m sure you’re way smarter than me, and obviously way cooler, I mean you must have completely wiped out the shelves at Hot Topic, but I’m not dumb you know. I’m here on an academic scholarship, not an athletic one.”
Well, well, well. The golden girl had some sass. Hot Topic? God forbid, that’s where the Twilight crowd shops. I shop at thrift stores and estate sales. But, that was a good dig. Nice one, Cap’n.
“I didn’t realize that they gave academic scholarships for finger painting. I do apologize.” And with that epic line I turned to make a graceful departure, but she grabbed my wrist. She must have felt the same electric current that I felt when our flesh connected, because she stopped right when she was about to say something.
She shook her head as if to clear it of whatever she was thinking. “You shouldn’t be so mean.”
She looked so sincere, and for the first time ever, I noticed that her eyes were a light brown flecked with green and amber tones. I almost wanted to give in and say, “I know, Cap’n. I know I shouldn’t be so mean. I just want you so much that it hurts.”
Instead, I laughed. “I’m sure a big girl like you can take it, Cap’n. I just loathe still lifes.”
I pulled away and she let me.
I went home and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. Once I got that out of my system, I fucked myself silly with my purple vibrator, reliving the close-up shot of her eyes on my face and the feel of her large, strong hand wrapped around my tiny wrist.
***
It’s the weekend of the big game and I pack my car up for the four-hour drive. Murphy and her hangers-on are going on the team bus, I’m sure, but I will see her at the hotel. Of course I booked a room at the same hotel the team is staying at; what am I, stupid? I wouldn’t miss even the possibility of seeing Murphy poolside, her light golden skin and perfect body in a bikini, relaxing before the big game. I’m bringing special toys with me for this trip—I have a feeling that Murphy is going to annihilate the other team tomorrow night and I’ll be so excited that my pocket rocket just won’t do.
The game was even better than expected. Murphy was all over the court, extending her body, jumping, diving, and knocking the shit out of that poor, poor ball. The other team didn’t know what hit them. I’ll tell you, motherfuckers! You got hit by Hurricane Murphy, bitches!
I feel so alive on my way back to the hotel that I want to pull my car over to the side of the road and scream out, “We’re Number One! We’re Number One!” I feel like stealing a goat, painting it in our school colors, and dropping it off at the other school’s campus! Whew...I need to get a hold of myself. See, this is why sports are bad for society. They create a visceral reaction in our systems that takes us back to Cro-Magnon times. This isn’t me...I’d much rather drink espresso while listening to The Smiths Girlfriend in a Coma on repeat. But I feel so good! It wouldn’t kill me to have a small celebration in my hotel room, would it? I pull into a gas station and buy myself a four-pack of wine coolers. Woo-hoo! We’re Number One! We’re Number One!
***
At the hotel I get wasted, at least as wasted as anyone can get on two wine coolers, then I pull out my special red dildo, the one that has an extension for my clit so I can fuck myself and play with my clit at the same time. I replay the game in my head. Murphy serves and everyone gets the fuck out of the way. Murphy dives for a ball and hits it up so that one of her lazy teammates can send it back over the net. Murphy spikes the ball into the face of one of the losers from the other team. Murphy, Murphy, Murphy...I fuck myself thinking about her strong hands and golden skin. I think about her amazing eyes with their flecks of green and red, I imagine them looking into mine as Murphy rides my cunt with a ten-inch strap-on, pushing and pulling, her long, lean frame covering mine completely as we make love. I mean, fuck, as we fuck. My pussy starts twitching rapidly, then contracting, and I hold the image in my head, of my barely over five-foot body buried under Murphy, looking up at her and into her eyes as we both come at the same—BANG, BANG, BANG!
“What the fuck?” The knock comes again, louder this time. Not even thinking, I stand up and go look through the peephole. Uh-oh. Captain Murphy wants to die.
I am so livid, so enraged, so HORNY, that I just open the door and stand there naked, staring at her. When she sees me, she just stares at me with her mouth open.
“Come in you dumb ox, this isn’t a show.” I pull her in and shut the door quickly. As soon as I turn around, I get smacked in the face with what seems like eighty-proof oxygen. The captain is sloshed, ladies and gentlemen.
“Why...uh...why are you?”
“Naked?” I ask the normally agile, but now weaving Murphy.
“Y-y-yeah.” She looks at me and I can tell that whatever she had planned in her drunken stupor did not include me standing buck naked in front of her.
I sit her down on the edge of the bed and take her shoes and letter jacket off. Standing in front of her with my hands on her shoulders I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Because I was just fucking myself thinking about your performance on the court tonight.”
Apparently, forming an intelligible response is out of the captain’s hands at the moment and she lifts me by my waist and sits me on top of her. God, she’s strong. I start rolling my hips slowly and undulating against her body, brushing my tits against her face, softly sliding my nipples across her lips. Murphy groans and her fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of my ass. “Put it in my mouth...please...”
I oblige my champion and place one of my hard, pink nipples in her mouth while I keep gyrating against her. She’s a little sloppy, but mostly in control of her physicality. She rubs her teeth against my erect nipple, making me moan, and causing my already soaking pussy to secrete even more hot liquid, sticky fluid that is soaking into the captain’s gym shorts as I ride her muscular thighs.
“I—I—always—wanted...” She tries to communicate what we have both been feeling, but I stop her.
“Shh, Captain. Let’s not waste time with words. You’re here. I’m here. You won the championship game tonight almost singlehandedly and you have a naked woman sitting on your lap, willing to do anything for you. Just enjoy it.”
And she did.
About the Authors
Erzabet Bishop is the author of Sweet Seductions, Fetish Fair, Sigil Fire, and Written on Skin. She is a contributing author to The Big Book of Submission, Slave Girls, Hungry for More, No Safewords II, and many other anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and often plays at local bookstores. She has multiple nominations for the 2015 GCLS Awards. Follow her posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop. Grab her newsletter subscription at: erzabetwrites.wix.com/erzabetbishop.
Jillian Boyd (ladylaidbare.com) is the author of numerous erotic short stories and has been published by the likes of Cleis Press, House of Erotica, and Running Press. She lives and works in London, where she’s been at home for the past two-and-a-half years – although she still occasionally gets confused using
the London Underground. In her spare time she’s a voracious reader and if she could actually live at her local cinema, she’d definitely do so.
Kiki DeLovely (http://kikidelovely.wordpress.com) is a kinky, queer, witchy femme who has toured with Body Heat: Femme Porn Tour and whose work has appeared in various publications, including Twisted: Bondage with an Edge, Love Burns Bright: A Lifetime of Lesbian Romance, and Bound for Trouble: BDSM Erotica for Women.
Elle is just elle.
Lauren Jade grew up on a farm in rural Tennessee, but moved to the city seeking romance, adventure, and an education. She is a freelance writer who lives near Nashville with her partner and their two-legged and four-legged sons. She holds a Bachelor of Music, and teaches and performs throughout the greater Nashville area. Lauren is a marathon runner, wine lover, nature enthusiast, and coffee addict. Kissing Whiskey is Lauren’s first published short story.
Foxy Kettir is a professional book nerd, travel junky, kitten enthusiast, nature lover, and sometime writer. She lives in the Seattle area with her beautiful, brilliant fiancée and their fosterling sweater dog.
D. L. King (dlkingerotica.blogspot.com) is the editor of over a dozen erotic anthologies, among them a Lambda Literary Award winner (The Harder She Comes) and another finalist (Where the Girls Are). She has high hopes for this year’s, She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica. Her short stories can be found in about seventy anthologies, including five of the Best Lesbian Erotica series. She also publishes and edits the review site, Erotica Revealed.
Liz McMullen graduated from Mount Holyoke College with a degree in Political Theory, and has a Master’s degree in Education. She is an author, publisher, and talk show host. She has three radio shows: “The Liz McMullen Show,” “Lizzie’s Bedtime Stories” and “JD & Liz Talk.” Her debut novel, If I Die Before I Wake, was a Rainbow Award Finalist. Her first foray into erotica was “Hard Rock Candy”, which was the start of her imprint, The Liz McMullen Show Publications.
Bonnie J. Morris is a women's studies professor and the author of twelve books, including three Lambda Literary Award finalists (Eden Built by Eves, Girl Reel, and Revenge of the Women's Studies Professor). Her short stories, poems, and erotica have appeared in over sixty anthologies of women's writing. Most recently, her chapbook The Schoolgirl's Atlas won Finishing Line Press's first prize and her textbook Women's History for Beginners turned her into a regular on C-Span Book TV. Visit www.bonniejmorris.com!
Ashton Peal lives in New York City with a patient spouse, a snaggletooth dog, and a studio apartment barely big enough to fit them all. “The Second First Time” is Ashton's first erotica publication, finally coming after an online course managed to unzip the layers of ill-fitting decorum that had been suffocating all those wonderful, dirty thoughts. Now that the barn door is open, however, readers are invited to find out more at facebook.com/XAshPeal and on Twitter @ashtonpeal.
Jean Roberta lives in Canada, where she is married to the woman of her dreams, and teaches in the local university. She writes erotica, fantasy, historical fiction, drama, poetry, and non-fiction. Her “bawdy novella” of the Victorian age, The Flight of the Black Swan, is now available on Amazon as an audiobook, among other formats. She blogs here: ohgetagrip.blogspot.com and here: erotica-readers.blogspot.com. More opinions here:
Sex Is All Metaphor: (eroticanthology.com/metaphors.htm) Home site: www.JeanRoberta.com.
Allison Wonderland is one L of a girl. Her lesbian literature appears in Girls Who Score: Hot Lesbian Erotica, First Time for Everything, Best Lesbian Romance 2014, and Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire. Besides being a Sapphic storyteller, Allison is a reader of stories Sapphics tell, and enjoys everything from pulp fiction to historical fiction. Find out what else she’s into and up to at aisforallison.blogspot.com.
Erotic author/editor Beth Wylde writes what she likes to read, which includes a little bit of everything under the rainbow. Her muse is an equal-opportunity smut bunny that believes everyone, no matter their kink, color, gender, or orientation deserves love, acceptance, and scalding HOT sex! Beth's stories range in genre from paranormal to contemporary and beyond. You can find her online at bethwylde.com or contact her direct at [email protected]. She loves to hear from readers.
About the Editors
Ily Goyanes is a Cuban-American, a political moderate, an expert billiards player, a liger, and somewhat of a Zelig, but above all else she is a seeker of knowledge. She lives in Seattle, Washington with her enchanting fiancée, and their foster dog, Daisy the Terrible. Goyanes writes about food, film, theater, music, lifestyle, news, and popular culture for magazines and newspapers from coast to coast. Her fiction work has appeared in several anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, Whole Lesbian Sex Stories, and Women with Handcuffs (all published by Cleis Press). In 2013, her previous anthology, Girls Who Score, was a Lambda Literary Award finalist and won a Golden Crown Literary Society Award. For more information, to cuss at and/or praise her, or to invite her to a game of pool or a plate of Mexican food, she encourages you to email her at: [email protected] or follow her on Twitter: @realily.
The Liz McMullen Show
Liz McMullen Show Publications is the imprint of Liz McMullen Show Productions, which consists of the imprint along with three radio shows: “The Liz McMullen Show” features reviews of lesbian fiction and topical episodes on current events. “Lizzie’s Bedtime Stories” features interviews and readings by lesbian authors. And musicians, artists, and authors discuss their passions with author, publisher, and host, Liz McMullen on “JD & Liz Talk.” The atmosphere on all Liz McMullen productions is relaxed and inviting, as if the conversations were taking place between old friends in a warm, cozy living room. Liz McMullen Show Publications is an extension of the mission to provide quality lesbian fiction to readers.
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