The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (33 page)

My right hipbone became the object of her worship. I had no idea of the nerve endings that existed there, and how directly linked they were to my pussy. She worked with excruciating, but
wonderful slowness from there across my belly, teasing the hollow of my belly button until I would have sworn it was glowing from all the bright and loving attention. Then my ribcage enjoyed the
same treatment, each usually unregarded inch kissed and stroked.

It certainly wasn’t a disappointment when she closed her mouth over my nipple, but it was almost a shock, this move from magical intimacy to something more pointedly sexual. But as she
suckled the sensitive nub, I found the magical feeling growing rather than dissipating as I had feared. My whole body was filled with golden warmth, from my hair to my toes, but more and more it
was focused between my legs. I was aroused, and my sense of need was increasing, but still I floated in a timeless, trancelike state.

My mind was lost in sensation, but I shifted my hips restlessly as the pressure in my cunt grew, like an expanding ball of light. Then her hand was there, warm and gentle, stroking my lips
apart, exploring my wetness. “You are Goddess,” she whispered, echoing my words from earlier, “Be thou light.” She murmured in delight as she brought her fingers to her
mouth, then brought her mouth to my moist core.

The golden glow bloomed within me, then exploded outwards as she brought me home.

“How’re you doing?” she asked after sliding back up and spooning her body against mine, one leg thrown over my hips in warm possession.

“All glowy and tingly.” Usually after an orgasm, I was happy but ready for round two (or three or . . .). This time, I felt languid, drifting, still feeling delicate aftershocks
tremoring my clit.

“Good,” she said, nuzzling her face into the hollow of my collarbone.

Lest you think I abandoned her, I did rouse myself after a long and delightful cuddle and treat her to the same attention that she’d lavished on me. I took the light energy that
she’d given me and shared it back with her, massaging and caressing her until we were wrapped together in its glowing strands.

Sometime after that, I remember her pulling the quilt from the sofa over us. That was the last thing I knew until she was nudging me awake.

“Wah?”

“Look, Yarrow. We’ve brought back the light.”

She was right. Through the sliding glass doors that led to the narrow deck, I saw the faintest glow on the eastern horizon. Pale orange tendrils of light parted the long night’s gloom.

Something similar stirred within me. I still felt the residual golden glow, and I knew something had changed for me on that long, dark night. Tentatively I reached out and touched the memory of
my parents, of my brother Oak, expecting a raw flash of grief. Instead, I found sadness, yes, but a sadness that glinted warmly with love. I missed my family terribly, but they lived on in my
memory. Finally, I thought, I might be ready to admit another family into my heart.

Slowly, gently, the wheel of life had turned.

In the end, I went to Gail’s family Christmas extravaganza. I chatted with her parents, laughed with her siblings, played with her son and nieces and nephews. They were
kind enough to allow me to put a picture of my parents and Oak on the mantle, to be remembered.

I wish my parents and my brother could have met Gail. They would have loved her almost as much as I do. They would have thanked her, if they could, for bringing back the Solstice light in
me.

The Instructress

Nicky B.

The smoke began to vanish with the light summer breeze; Sharon had a look of horror on her face and her hands gripped hard on the dashboard.

She sat back in her seat and looked at Suzie, her face went from shock to anger.

Suzie smiled in a hope of defusing the situation then decided that words would be better

“I love the smell of burning rubber in the morning!”

“Well, you have no problems regarding your emergency stop reaction time. How about you try not to skid next time?”

Driving instructor Sharon looked in her mirror to see the trails of tyre tracks still smoking a little on the road behind.

She had been teaching for a few years now and it was in danger of accelerating her ageing process.

Her blonde hair would disguise any grey easily but frown lines would be a different matter, though she did enjoy the job and the independence – and the chance to regularly meet new
people.

Suzie felt like a naughty schoolgirl and shrank back in her seat; her humour had not gone down too well.

Her dark curly hair and low cut tops usually got her out of anything – or into it – but this driving instructor was a stern, hard nut to crack.

“Shall I drive on now?” Suzie asked sheepishly.

“Yes! Don’t forget – mirror, signal and manoeuvre – rather than cardiology!”

Suzie giggled; she could tell that her stone-faced instructor was lightening up – and why not? Sharon had a date tonight and it was certainly going to end up in her bedroom.

Suzie checked her mirror, brought the car’s clutch to biting point and peered back over her right shoulder. The engine stalled and Sharon rolled her eyes skyward.

“Airhead!” she said under her breath.

The small car finally moved off down the road. It was late afternoon and a cold chill was beginning to bite the air.

Apart from the odd hint as to which direction to drive, Sharon said nothing.

Suzie was sure she could feel herself being watched up and down but was never quite sure.

Sharon’s mobile phone began to ring; she pulled it from her handbag and clicked off the musical ring tone.

Suzie noticed her face lighting up as she saw who it was and began to talk.

“Hi sweetheart!”

Suzie expressed a look of mock disgust and was seen doing so in the process.

“Just keep driving please!” she replied with a sarcastic smile to prove her bemusement.

Suzie kept driving and was soon aware that Sharon was not taking much notice of where she was actually going – her phone conversation was becoming quite heated too.

She decided to drive to a place she knew; it was an escape spot she rarely found herself in, what with having no car of her own.

It seemed like a good idea and, on arrival, she pulled up.

“Bitch! Never call me again and stay out of my way if you know what’s good for you and your new fuck!” Sharon yelled loudly and it startled Suzie.

After sitting there for a few seconds with her head in her hands she finally looked up and remembered that she was not alone!

“Relationships, eh? More trouble than they are worth!” Suzie again tried to defuse Sharon’s anger but should have known better from the first time.

“Mind your own fucking business!” she yelled and Suzie’s jaw fell open. “Oh shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. My, girlfriend has just dumped me and is
rubbing my nose in it by sleeping with my ex-husband’s new wife!” She calmed down as she spoke.

“Wow!” said Suzie. “That’s about as complicated as these things can get! Wait a minute – girlfriend?”

“Yes. I’m bisexual and, just for your information, I’m not ashamed in any shape or form!”

“You’ve been with men
and
women? I’ve never been with a woman but have always been a little curious!” Suzie said, as she looked Sharon up and down.

“Yes, isn’t everyone until it comes to the crunch? And then they shy away when you try to kiss them!” Sharon looked around, having realized that the car had stopped.
“Where are we?”

The car was in the middle of what seemed like nowhere; it had the appearance of a wide grassy ditch that blocked out the surrounding landscape – just the sky was in view and the feeling of
isolation was strong.

The dusty track they had used left the car covered with a film of dirt.

“This is a place I come to whenever I can. It gives me space to think if I am on my own and if I’m not, well, you get the idea! It’s also a good place to scream out
frustrations at the top of my voice without anyone hearing.”

“Well, surely someone must hear you?”

“No, and you’ll find out why, soon!”

Sharon continued to look for a landmark to pinpoint her position. It was like a dried up river-bed, rife with weeds and overgrown grass.

It was peaceful and tranquil; Sharon could see how therapeutic it could be to spend time there.

She felt the weight of Suzie’s stare and made eye contact.

“I wouldn’t shy away if you kissed me. I know you’ve been eyeing me up all through these lessons so I’m afraid I shall have to give my gir-on-girl virginity to
you!”

Sharon was aghast!

“You are sure you just are not doing it as a fashion thing? So many women do, you see, and it just spoils it for us genuine bisexuals!”

Suzie nervously took off her seatbelt and inched towards Sharon; her face was deadly serious.

“Fashion is for people who don’t have the imagination to be individual!” said Suzie as she moved closer and beyond Sharon’s personal space threshold.

Instinctively, she moved towards Suzie.

Their torsos rotated so they were lined up and they both sensed the combination of body heat and heavy breath; for a second Suzie was terrified.

Perfume and the scent of lipstick wafted under her nose; her heart raced and a hundred images went through her mind at the same time, but only for a fraction of a second.

As their lips met, Suzy felt as if a small weight had lifted inside her, the warmth of skin, the hands naturally lifting to slide around Sharon’s back.

They embraced and held tight, their lips pressed hard together.

Suzy felt the pressure release as Sharon moved back and broke off the kiss; their lips smacked with the broken suction.

They were still embraced, as they looked deep into each other’s eyes; another lifetime passed by.

Sharon moved herself closer and Suzy launched herself onto her.

Their mouths opened wide and tongues slid in deep, no more walking on eggshells – Suzie wanted all she could get, and Sharon gratefully presented likewise.

They wrestled as they French kissed – hands exploring each other’s backs and legs sliding back and forth over the leather seats.

Sharon felt herself being pushed back into a forward facing position and Suzie’s body seemed to rise up without losing contact.

Before she knew it, she was sat astride her on the passenger seat.

Her short skirt had ridden up and her shoes had already been kicked off.

She finally broke off the kiss and hung on to Sharon’s shoulders, she was holding on to her hips in return and they made eye contact again.

Both of them sported huge smiles.

Sharon moved her hands from Suzie’s hips and upwards, they eventually stopped on her breasts. She could already feel the stiffness of her nipples through the bra and material.

Suzie exhaled loudly and her eyes shut tightly.

“Oooohhhh!”

Slowly her hands massaged them as if she was kneading fresh dough, she curled her fingers up to hold them and her palms pressed against the swollen nipples.

Without thinking, Sharon moved away and slid her fingertips under the hem of Suzie’s top.

The palms of her hands slid upwards over the smooth skin and around the back to the bra strap, as she fumbled with them she ran the tip of her tongue from the cleavage to under her chin.

As it passed over, Suzie looked down and extended her own tongue to meet it.

They both played as if they were sword-fighting, until the strap sprang free with a whip of elastic.

Sharon’s hands moved back down and lifted up the skimpy top, the pert breasts were free and a cool breeze passed over them.

She took a stiff nipple between her lips and squeezed it lightly; as she did this her tongue flicked against the tip.

“Ooooh, my God!” Suzie said breathlessly and massaged Sharon’s shoulders.

Slowly she moved her hands down to her breasts too.

Sharon breathed in sharply and broke her grip on the nipple; she grabbed Suzie’s hand and pulled it downwards.

Before she knew it; she had her hand pressing against what should have been a drenched pair of panties.

To her excitement, she found that Sharon was not wearing any.

Suzie stroked her hand up and down over the drenched lips; Sharon’s hips lifted slightly to increase the pressure a little.

They kept constant eye contact as they played with each other’s body, until Suzie glanced up to see that all the car windows had steamed up and blocked out the outside world.

Their skin had a small sheen of perspiration too; it had become like a sauna.

“Shall we get some fresh air?” enquired Sharon,

“Yes, I want to see this wet pussy close up!”

Sharon opened the door and Suzie clambered out. The rush of the cool air invigorated her.

After fighting the temptation to bring herself to a climax, Sharon gracefully got out, walked straight past Suzie and lifted up her skirt to cool off a little.

As Suzie watched, she got up onto the bonnet of her car and lay back.

“Now give to me what you most like to receive!” She lifted up her skirt to reveal her pussy in all its glory.

Suzie leaned over and kissed Sharon full on the mouth again, when the kiss ended, they held each other’s gaze for a second and Suzie knelt down on the soft grass.

The heat from the car’s radiator warmed her bare breasts as she ran the tip of her tongue up the inside of Sharon’s thigh.

The musty smell of a pussy that has been wet for a while drifted under her nose, unable to resist any longer – she extended her tongue as far as it would go and pressed it against the
pussy entrance.

Both women tingled with delight; Suzie slid her tongue up the full length of the wet opening and then let the tip follow a gentle path to the clit. As it made contact, Sharon had to reach up and
cling on the car’s windscreen seal as an anchor point.

This allowed her to thrust her hips upwards and make Suzie lick her harder, which she did with glee.

“Oooohhhh!” she cried as Suzy parted her wet lips with her thumbs and slid her tongue inside.