The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  “Why should I want you to go? You only just got here.”

  The pair sat and Gemma waited for this dreadful announcement. Anneka plucked up the courage.

  “I am a lesbian,” she announced quietly.

  “And?”

  She expected more reaction from Gemma. “You’re not shocked?”

  “Course not. I kind of figured it out anyway. Never a mention of a man in your life and – for a gorgeous gal like you – that didn’t seem right. I made a few probing questions and, well, I just knew somehow. I may even have mentioned it to TJ – that’s probably why he had this mad fantasy. He imagined you and me getting it on while he watched.” She laughed at the memory.

  “There’s . . . there’s no way I could do that,” Anneka stammered.

  Gemma laughed again, putting a warm hand on Anneka’s arm – a hand that burned through to her soul. “No way I’d ask you to,” she said.

  “I don’t want to offend – it’s not you,” Anneka dared. “It’s the idea of having sex with a man. I cannot do this. You, though . . .”

  “Me what?”

  The atmosphere was electric. Both girls stood on opposite sides of a precipice.

  “You I could have sex with. Make love. You know?”

  Anneka dared take a breath. The world paused.

  “OK,” Gemma said after a few moments.

  “OK?” What was Anneka hearing? “OK, let’s go to bed together.”

  Anneka could not believe this. Was Gemma teasing, being cruel without realizing?

  “But you . . . TJ . . .”

  “TJ is a selfish pig. Sex with him has never been good. Sex with you will be beautiful.”

  “You really mean this?”

  Gemma didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned across and let her lips touch Anneka’s in the lightest of kisses, which had both women closing their eyes.

  “I have dreamed of this many times,” Anneka told her when the kiss ended.

  “I’ve thought about it myself.” Gemma smiled. “’Specially from that bikini shot. I could just imagine getting those nipples in my mouth.”

  As she spoke, her hand went to Anneka’s breasts, gently feeling their shape and weight.

  “Come on,” she said, standing and offering her hand for Anneka to take. She led the way to her bedroom.

  Gemma turned to face Anneka again, put her arms around her and drew them both into another kiss, deeper this time, the passion rising alongside their heartbeats.

  She then pulled down the zip on Anneka’s jacket, slid the jacket down her arms and let it fall to the floor. This triggered a frantic struggle to get Gemma’s dress off at the same time as removing Anneka’s sweater and jeans, all the while not wanting to break the kiss.

  Two smiling but hot women stood facing each other wearing nothing but their underwear.

  “You are beautiful,” Anneka said at the same moment Gemma said, “You are fantastic. Black suits you.”

  The pair sank onto the big double bed, taking their time kissing and fondling, occasionally rolling over so as to take turns being on top. They stroked each other’s hair, face, body, in no great hurry to get to the basics.

  “The trouble with men is that all they want to do is get you naked and get inside you. They have no style.”

  “And no patience,” Anneka agreed.

  “You’re making me realize how they feel.” Gemma grinned, sliding her hand down the front of Anneka’s knickers.

  “Me also,” Anneka replied, moving her hand the same way until each was cupping the other’s pubis in her hand and in real need to explore further.

  “You are shaved, yes?” Anneka asked.

  “Do you mind? You Scandinavians like to be furry, I hear.”

  Anneka laughed at this stereotype. “Where did you hear it? I am not shaven, no, but you’d hardly know. I am a genuine blonde and it doesn’t hide much. My God, that feels good.”

  Anneka was referring to Gemma’s finger, which had found its way between her labia and was sliding into her inner oils.

  “You’ll have to show me what to do,” Gemma told her. “This is all new to me.”

  “Never tried another girl?”

  “No; the nearest I’ve been is a quick snog at parties, but that was more to tease the men gawking at us.”

  “Then I take care of you,” Anneka assured her. “I demonstrate what to do, OK?”

  Without waiting for an answer, she pushed Gemma onto her back and straddled her, massaging her shoulders and working slowly to the tops of her breasts. Again there was no hurry, she wanted to tease, both herself and Gemma. Her fingers rasped on the white lace that topped the pale-blue bra, inviting her to pull it back and discover the treasures it hid. The tiny fair hairs on her chest rose in static invitation, just as Gemma’s chest rose with her heavier breathing. Leaning forward, Anneka renewed the kiss, their tongues in play now, teasing each other equally.

  Anneka felt Gemma move as she slid her hand between them, down where Anneka’s legs joined, pressing there, making the fabric of the crotch of her knickers slip between her labia to soak up her lubrication – or some of it. For a beginner, Anneka thought, Gemma was a natural. The probing fingers moved, pushing the fabric aside now and curving up into Anneka once again. Anneka pushed back, riding the fingers that now impaled her.

  “Hey, I am supposed to be teacher,” she joked.

  “Complaining?” asked Gemma, matching her new lover’s grin, then, looking up, told her, “I want to see those tits again.”

  “What do you mean again?” Anneka asked.

  “That bikini shot you emailed me. It didn’t exactly hide them, did it? TJ persuaded me to email him a copy and one day when we were at his place and he got up early I found him on his computer wanking over your photo.” She considered what she’d just said. “Sorry, does that bother you?”

  “I’d rather it had been you.” Anneka smiled. She didn’t want to think of TJ.

  “Show me them and you never know . . .” Gemma grinned back.

  Anneka raised herself up so she was astride Gemma’s hips. As she reached round to unfasten her bra, she felt Gemma’s fingers move from her to herself and, looking down, she could see them working under the fabric of the pale-blue knickers, slowly and rhythmically masturbating.

  Anneka slipped off the bra.

  “Fuck,” gasped Gemma, her breathing quickening.

  “You like?”

  “I like,” Gemma said. “Gimme.”

  She pulled Anneka down, feeling the rubber-hard nipples grazed her chest as they kissed – a kiss that Anneka cut short by moving upwards until she could feed a nipple between Gemma’s lips. Now it was her turn to groan. And Gemma’s to lick and suck.

  “Can I try something I never tried?” Anneka asked after a few minutes and, when Gemma agreed, she asked her to lie across the bed from side to side and to take off her own bra. Once Gemma was down, Anneka leaned forward, facing Gemma’s feet, until she could once again feed a nipple to her lips. This time, though, their positions meant that Anneka’s mouth was in a perfect position to suckle Gemma’s nipples at the same time. They sucked and licked and blew, and now and again they’d swap sides.

  “That is seriously kinky,” Gemma said between mouthfuls.

  Anneka’s response was to stretch her hands forward, delighting in the hollows of Gemma’s pelvis, and then continue down, sliding under the fabric over Gemma’s bald pubis, ever so slightly prickly on her hands.

  “Sorry, if I’d known we’d be doing this I’d have made sure I shaved.”

  “I do for you later, OK?” Anneka smiled. She didn’t mind the sensation at all, but didn’t stop there anyway. Instead she kept going until her hands found their target, sliding inside Gemma’s warm dampness again and using the index finger of both hands to stimulate the front wall of Gemma’s vagina, while at the same time pressing down on her clitoris with the heel of her hand.

  As the urgency mounted, Anneka moved further, leaving Gemma’s breasts to s
lide onwards down her body and feeling the sudden loss of suction as Gemma tried to keep her nipple in her mouth until it finally went out of reach and she had to let go. Gemma knew where Anneka was heading, but didn’t really want to dwell on it too much, knowing that some time in the not too distant future she’d probably end up having to repay this particular erotic favor.

  Anneka kept moving, taking her weight off Gemma’s body to support herself on hands and knees. As she neared Gemma’s pubic mound, she slid her hands further down to Gemma’s thighs, taking the panties neatly with them. She looked down at the exposed and hairless pussy for a few moments as Gemma held her breath, then lowered her face and put out her tongue to make the first contact with Gemma’s clitoris.

  “Oh, my God,” she heard Gemma say. It gave her the encouragement to lick. Using long slow strokes, Anneka teased Gemma’s clitoris at one end and traveled the length of her pussy until it could stab at her anus on the other.

  Then they heard the noise. Neither knew what had made it at first. It was not until a male voice said, “Fucking hell!” that they realized the noise was the door opening.

  “TJ!” Gemma gasped out.

  “Fucking, fucking hell!” was all they got back.

  Anneka grabbed the duvet and covered herself as best she could, all too aware her face glistened with her saliva and Gemma’s fluids.

  “I knew it’d be like this,” TJ announced, starting to unfasten his belt. “Fucking hell!”

  “Will you stop saying that!” Gemma snarled. “What d’you want anyway?”

  “I did want to meet your pen pal, but now I just want to join in,” he replied, his breathing heavy.

  “I’d better leave,” Anneka told Gemma, angry that their lovemaking had been interrupted.

  “You don’t have to leave on my account.” TJ grinned at her.

  “TJ, Anneka is a lesbian,” Gemma explained, as if that would make everything right.

  “Fucking great!” was all he could manage in return. He was already undoing his shirt.

  “And the way you’re behaving I think I may be one, too,” Gemma growled back.

  “Don’t let me stop you,” he told her.

  “You’re drunk again,” she shouted at him, unconcerned about her state of undress, her knickers falling down her ankles so she had to kick them off. “Get out!”

  “What?” He stopped mid-button and stared at her in disbelief.

  “I said get out. Leave. Go!”

  “But . . .” he stammered.

  “And don’t come back. In fact, give me your key.”

  “But Gems . . .”

  “And don’t call me Gems. You know I hate it.”

  She was already pushing him out of the door. Anneka watched until they’d left the room and pulled the duvet round her to follow. Gemma was furious, pushing him to the main door and demanding the handover of her key before she pushed him out and slammed it shut. She turned to face Anneka, breathing heavily and flushed with her anger.

  “Gemma, I am sorry. I did not mean to come between you and your man.”

  “Don’t give it a thought, Anneka,” Gemma replied. “He’s been asking for that for ages. Now, where were we? Still in the mood?”

  Anneka answered by dropping the duvet. “Come here,” she cooed, taking Gemma’s hand and leading her to the edge of the dining table. She turned the girl round and perched her bottom on the edge before renewing their kiss – a kiss, Gemma noticed, that tasted heavily of herself. She didn’t stop there, making her way on a tour of Gemma’s body, down her chest and onto her breasts, taking a few moments to perk each nipple back up, then dropping to her knees to kiss her downy belly until she arrived at the divide between her legs. There was no gentle teasing this time: Anneka plunged straight in, spearing Gemma with her tongue and alternating with fast-flicking lips across her clitoris.

  “You’re going to make me come,” Gemma warned.

  “That’s the idea,” Anneka answered through the muffling of the surrounding labia. “Come for Anneka, OK?”

  No more words were spoken. Anneka used all she knew to bring Gemma to a shattering climax. Gemma’s legs shook and turned to jelly as these incredible feelings swept over her and made her go dizzy. She could see the blonde head in the reflection in the glass of the kitchen door, bobbing as Anneka continued to lick, and, when she looked down between her legs, she could see where Anneka’s tongue joined them together. The vision was enough to start her up that slope to orgasm again, then again a third time after she was sure the second would have worn her out.

  She had to stop Anneka’s attempts to bring her to a fourth.

  “No more,” she gasped. “I’ll pass out!” But there was laughter, not anger, in her voice.

  Anneka stood and kissed her on the lips again.

  “Thank you, my English girlfriend,” Anneka said with a smile.

  “For what? I didn’t do anything.”

  “But you will.” She grinned as she changed positions. Gentle pressure on Gemma’s shoulders made Anneka’s meaning obvious, but Gemma hesitated, not so much out of reluctance but of the fear she’d be gawky and useless.

  “Anneka, I don’t know how,” she pleaded.

  “I will show you. Just do what comes naturally.”

  Gemma let her shoulders give way to the pressure and dropped to her knees, finding herself faced with black silk hiding an obvious mass of pubic hair. She put her hand there and smoothed it in her palm, raising a gasp from Anneka when her fingers strayed in the obvious silken groove dead center. She tried kissing that mound, too, feeling the springiness of the hair beneath.

  “I will help,” Anneka said, sensing her friend’s nervousness. She hooked her thumbs in the side of the pants and slid them down. Gemma took the hint and took them to her feet and off. Raising her head again, Gemma was faced with the truth – a living, loving vagina, barely hidden by blonde hairs. She leaned forward and kissed again.

  “Sorry, Gemma, you make me desperate,” Anneka said. She placed two firm hands on the back of Gemma’s head and pushed down, then pulled Gemma’s face in until her mouth was all but filled with the Swede’s pussy. “Put out tongue,” she said breathlessly and, when Gemma did, Anneka convulsed and jerked her hips forward, riding this new intruder. “Feels fantastic,” Anneka gasped, moving Gemma’s head just the way she wanted it.

  Gemma tried to think about what was going on and how she felt about it, but there was no time. To her utter amazement, Anneka suddenly climaxed, crying out loudly. She let go of Gemma’s head, the urgency past, but Gemma realized that, even though she had little experience, she was the one wielding the power at that moment. She plunged her face back in, seeking the tangy fluids that flowed from her friend’s passage, letting it coat her tongue as she kept on lashing it over Anneka’s very engorged clitoris. A second climax wasn’t long in coming, followed quickly by a third before Anneka mimicked Gemma by calling a pause. She pulled Gemma up and locked her in a kissing embrace.

  “I knew I would love you,” she breathed. “But now I need a shower and some coffee.”

  “OK,” Gemma said, reluctantly breaking their embrace. “Shower’s through there; I’ll make the coffee.”

  As she made to go towards the kitchen, Anneka held onto her hand. “No, you come too. We shower together. I cannot keep my hands off you. We make coffee later, OK?”

  “You’re the boss.” Gemma grinned, allowing herself to be led to the bathroom.

  Once they got there, Gemma turned on the shower and Anneka pulled her back into an embrace. “You kiss very well,” she said. “For someone used to kissing men, I mean.”

  “You too,” Gemma assured her, fascinated by the difference between the way Anneka kissed and the way her boyfriends had kissed over the years. Men always kissed because women expected it, she’d already decided. It was part of the route map of getting as quickly as possible to their destination, which was emptying their seed in or on the woman. With Anneka, the kissing was because they enjoyed it
for what it was, not as a step to something greater. They didn’t stop for the shower; yes, they paused to get in the shower, but they just as soon started again, the needles of hot water bringing their skin alive and adding another dimension to the kissing.

  Anneka had never taken long to be aroused, even so soon after a climax. Despite the hard surface of the shower bowl, she sank to her knees again, this time straightening her first two fingers and sliding them as far inside Gemma as she could get them and almost lifting her onto tiptoes. This time it was Gemma’s hands that pulled Anneka’s face in – she couldn’t believe how good this oral sex was. Anneka was OK with that – she flexed her fingers and used her tongue to excite Gemma close to another peak, but never quite let her get there.

  “You’re a teasing bitch,” Gemma gasped eventually.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Anneka assured her. “I will do everything with you. I teach you sixty-nine. I show you how you can put your whole hand into me. And I tie you up.”

  “Tie me up?” Gemma had never considered that one.

  “Sure, you will like. If you trust me, that is. I tie you to bed and kiss every millimeter of you.”

  “OK, you’ve convinced me.”

  Life was looking good.

  After the shower, they took their time drying each other, letting their hands and lips roam where they would.

  “Come to bed with me?” Gemma asked when they were dry.

  “OK, I agree.” Anneka said with a grin, but was surprised when she reached the bedroom door to find Gemma wasn’t behind her.

  In a moment, she appeared from the second bedroom, carrying Anneka’s case.

  “Who needs a spare room?” she said, as she carried it into her own room and put it beside the wardrobe, before she pushed Anneka onto the bed. “I hope you have some rope in there,” she added with a smile.

  Read more Dominique James stories in Lesbian Erotica Volumes 1, 5, 7, 9 and 10