The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (67 page)

Neither of us spoke till I’d finished and then I started babbling about the train and she smiled and said, “You’d better come in,” and there I was dripping onto her hall
floor. She made me take my knickers off and then she saw how wet my skirt was so that came off too and then we were in her kitchen with her loading her washing machine and me standing there,
thinking, this isn’t how I planned it. She got a towel and offered it to me so I could dry myself and I wanted to ask her to do it for me but, of course, I didn’t dare. She lent me a
pair of her pants and a wrap-around skirt; we had a cup of tea. I heard myself saying my mum should be home by now and then I was back in my attic room, so angry with myself for messing up such a
perfect opportunity.

What I didn’t know at that point was how turned-on my neighbour had been by the whole situation and how she’d had to force herself to be the responsible adult and not throw my
piss-saturated body to the floor and clean it with her tongue. That came later!

Later – much later – she told me how she’d taken my wet knickers from her washing machine and worn them. She’d pressed the damp material against her clit and masturbated,
pushing as hard as she could so that she’d filled as much of her vagina with the sodden material as possible. And at the same time I’d been in my room, rubbing myself with my still
pissy fingers, totally unaware of what was happening next door.

Two days later I plucked up the courage to go and ring on her bell again. I apologized and said I’d come to collect my clothes. She was fully dressed this time, in the boring clothes
I’d seen her wear in the street. Everything seemed very normal. We drank more tea, I told her all about the subjects I was studying. She told me about her job; she worked in a law firm and
then I went home – and straight up to my attic window, willing her to come into her garden. She didn’t.

Each day, I’d come in from college and go to my window. Every day I was disappointed. It was irritatingly cloudy. I flicked from channel to channel on the TV looking at every weather
station, willing heat waves.

I was rewarded on the Thursday. The sun was out and so was my neighbour. She’d pushed the lounger against the wall and was sitting upright, reading. I was so pleased to see her that I
didn’t mind whether she was clothed or unclothed. I didn’t care whether she sun-creamed herself or not. I just needed to feast my eyes on her.

I tried to make out what she was reading but it was impossible. All I could see was the book masking her upper torso, leaving her crotch and legs revealed. She was sitting upright, cross-legged.
The windowsill was digging into me but I couldn’t bear to leave what felt like my perfectly positioned theatre seat. It was worth the discomfort. As her right hand held the book, her left
hand fell to her gusset. One finger moved ever so slightly outside the fabric of her pants, stroking horizontally and then vertically. There was no pattern or rhythm. I ached for some sort of
consistency but it was as if the pages she was reading jumped from erotica to the life story of the earthworm – or something as equally unerotic as that! Her hand wavered from titillating
herself to gripping the book so tightly as if she feared she’d lose not only her place but also the entire storyline.

It was only later when I’d laid on her silk sheets and described my peeping-Tom habits to her that she admitted she’d been reading a law text book whose words had whirled around her
head as she’d tried to concentrate, whilst all the time she’d been thinking of me, standing on her doorstep with piss gushing through my hand-clenched knickers.

So, there she’d been, trying to take in the legalities of business management and her mind kept jumping to me. Her fingers fondled the silky material of her bikini bottoms and I was
watching avidly, my own fingers emulating hers inside my own pants. When she put her book down and stood on the lawn, letting her wee stream down her legs, my whole body ached. She weed and rocked
as she came and I came, too.

At the weekend, I was walking back from town and she was working in her front garden. She told me later she’d been there all morning looking out for me especially. “You look
hot,” she said. “Come in and have a glass of orange.” Of course, I accepted her invitation without any hesitation. She then asked me out into her back garden where we sat on the
lawn. I wondered if it was the patch I’d seen her wet only a couple of days earlier. I couldn’t help peeking up to my attic window to see if she’d be able to see my spy hole but
it wasn’t obvious.

We made loads of meaningless banter when really all we both wanted to do was leap on each other. Eventually, she asked if I’d mind if she took her top off as it was so hot and she loved to
do nude sunbathing. She looked so anxious as if she’d hate to offend me. If only she could have read my mind, she’d have known I was begging her to do just that. “You can join me,
if you like.” So I did just that.

“Oh, you are lucky,” she said. “Your body’s so young and smooth. Mine feels so old in comparison.”

“It looks good to me,” I said and she smiled.

“I have to keep it well creamed,” she said. “I don’t want to shrivel into a prune if I can help it.” And I wondered if she’d used those same words to the
friend I saw rubbing in the lotion when I’d seen her. I was just going to offer to rub the cream in for her when she asked me if I’d like her to put some on me.

The only person I can remember applying sun cream to my skin was my Mum on family holidays. I’d be in a hurry to get into the sea and reluctantly squirm as she’d dab the stuff at my
retreating limbs. This was absolutely nothing like that. I purposefully lay on my back because I wanted to know what it would feel like having a woman touch my breasts. She purposefully left those
till last but the waiting was exquisite. Every single part of my body, bar the triangle my thong was covering, had been touched by her fingers, which felt so silky. As she rubbed my upper chest she
let her fingertips move lower and lower, tantalizing me. I felt so hot I was surprised her hands and the cream weren’t sizzling. All the time she massaged my breasts she avoided the actual
nipples, which by now were so erect, I thought they might ejaculate like mini penises. I was silently begging her fingers to close in on them and arched my back so that they almost touched her
face. She got the message.

As her lips gave each nipple a gentle kiss a shiver went through my entire body. She then let her tongue run over them and alternated between kisses and wet licks, leaving pauses in between so
that when each touch eventually came the pleasure was heightened more and more and more until I came. It was the first time I had ever experienced an orgasm without my pussy being touched.

Goodness knows how I ever managed to pass my exams that summer. If there’d been a paper on lesbian love I’d have got an A*. However, I managed to get good grades in the more mundane
subjects of life and I’m off to university in September. Sadly, it’s at the other side of the country, so I shall only be able to see my neighbour in the holidays.

I wonder what sort of a view I’ll have from the room in my student lodgings. It’s the first thing I’ll look at when I arrive.

Nina, My Love

Tamara

I was horny the night I met Nina, and that made it easier for me to do what had to be done to interest her. Nina is one of the most desirable women I have ever known. Young,
with soft round tits that are delicious to suck, and an ass that drives men and women wild.

The party was in full swing when I first saw her. She was on the arm of a young man – good-looking if you care about that sort of thing. But the look in her eye told me that she was not
really interested in him. She was still “in the closet”, and going through the motions of being straight. She had the figure for it. She reeked femininity. And the figure-hugging gown,
low-cut with a slit up the thigh that showed most of her gorgeous legs, drew stares of appreciation from the men in the room.

I wanted her as soon as I saw her. Ordinarily it would have gone no further. But I had broken up with Melissa a month before and was starved for affection. Bringing pleasure to myself, writhing
and moaning under my own touch, was my only release. I needed more. And I was certain that Nina would be willing to share my bed. Don’t ask me how I knew. An instinct develops when you are
gay and not able to freely express your desires, an aura that is only sensed by another of the same persuasion. I sensed it in Nina.

I made my way across the room until I was a few feet away from her. We made eye contact after a few minutes. It was electric. She smiled at me briefly, her perfect white teeth flashing in a
luscious mouth. Then she looked away. I went to the bar, looking over my shoulder at her as I walked away. Her eyes followed me.

I ordered a glass of white wine, took a sip, and turned to lean against the bar in what I hoped was a provocative pose. I have an attractive figure, if not as lovely as Nina’s. My low-cut
dress showed off my own tits which have drawn the attention of many men. I was hoping at the moment that Nina would find them desirable as well.

I watched as she broke away from her escort and glided across the room. She came up to the bar a few feet away. The smile she had flashed earlier returned as she looked at the bartender.

“Chardonnay,” she said in a low sultry voice that sent a stir through my loins.

I picked up my glass and moved over next to her. She glanced at me, turned back to the bartender and took the Chardonnay from him.

“Nice party,” I said. Not much of a pickup line, but I needed something to break the ice. Besides I knew she was interested as soon as she came to the bar. And she knew that I was
interested as well, I’m certain.

“Yes,” she replied. “Are you a friend of Bill’s? Or Mary?”

“Both,” I said. Bill and Mary were business partners. I knew them both. They were hosting the party for their friends and employees. I was in the former category.

“Do you work for them?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I’m a friend of a friend,” she said, nodding toward her escort who was engaged in conversation with a statuesque blonde and hardly aware that Nina had
left.

“Men,” I said with just enough inflection to give her the idea. The inflection wasn’t lost on her.

She made a face. “I can take them or leave them,” she said.

I held out my hand. “I’m Tamara,” I said.

She took my hand in her own. “Nina.” She started to take her hand away, but I squeezed it before releasing my grip. The gesture wasn’t lost on her. I felt a slight squeeze of
her hand before she took it away.

The wine was taking effect. I felt a warm glow come over me. I leaned over and put my mouth close to Nina’s ear.

“Excuse me. I’m going upstairs. Are you interested?”

She searched my face with a trace of a smile on her lips. Then, turning away, she placed her hand on mine. “Give me five minutes.”

The promise in her statement sent a wave of warmth through me, and I walked away unsteadily. The anticipation of a round of lovemaking with this desirable creature made me weak.

I found the bedroom at the head of the stairs and left the door ajar. I loosened the top buttons at the back of my dress and sat down on the bed. My heart was beating hard. I felt like I was on
my first date. A little lightheaded and burning with desire.

Nina tapped gently on the door, then entered and closed it behind her. She turned the lock, giving me a conspiratorial smile as she did so. I smiled back.

I stood up and crossed over to her. Wordlessly I searched her beautiful face. She licked her lips and lowered her eyes in a silent invitation.

I kissed her, lightly at first, then harder. My tongue caressed her lips and her sharp intake of breath at my touch heightened my desire. She parted her lips allowing my tongue to probe her
delicious mouth, then she returned the kiss, pushing her tongue into me.

I encircled her in my arms, and undid the clasp of her gown. Breaking our kiss, she stood back, undid the other clasps and let her gown fall away. The silky bra did little to hide her round firm
breasts and the delicious pink nipples. I massaged the nipples with both hands, delighting in her almost inaudible moans of pleasure. Then I took one in my mouth and let my tongue search the nipple
and the firm round mound. She let out a muffled scream and drew me to her.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her lacy panties off. The downy patch of hair between her legs made me dizzy with delight. I leaned back to better see the pleasure spot, soft burnished hair
that hid her treasure box. How many men had buried themselves in it? I wondered. And how many women like me had tasted it? I buried my face in her womanhood, delighting in the slightly pungent
smell of her juices. I found her clit with my tongue and teased it.

Together we made our way to the bed and fell on it. I was on top, kissing her hard with teeth and tongue. She pulled at my dress, finally working it off.

“Stand up,” she said.

I did as she asked, shedding my bra and panties. Standing naked in front of her I watched with pleasure as she took in my body, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation and growing desire.
She had a hand between her legs, gently working up and down, her eyes bright with lust.

Falling on the bed, I took her in my arms and rubbed my body over hers. I kissed her mouth, her nipples, her stomach. Then I put my mouth on her soft hot womanhood.

I drank the juices from deep within her pussy. Her hand found mine and she pushed hard against my clit. Without removing my mouth from her delicious cunt I moved around until my pussy was on her
mouth. She bit it gently, then let her tongue explore the inner lips with a frenzy that sent me to a new height. I probed with my tongue working in and out, thrilling at the feel of her soft wet
walls against my tongue.

“God, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Her impassioned words, uttered in her sultry indescribably sensuous voice, aroused me to the point of climax. I probed harder, glorying in the feel of her tongue inside me and my mouth covering
her pussy.