The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (79 page)

“I can’t believe I’m going to – to—”

“Hey, you hate Mindy, right?” Violet’s face broke out in a wicked grin.

“I wish I could wrap her extensions around the wheels of a city bus.”

“Well,” Violet beamed. “How would you like to watch her boyfriend cast his relationship aside to watch two girls get it on?”

Actually, I did like that thought. Very much.

“Follow my lead, baby.”

Taking one last deep, courageous breath, I took Violet’s hand and we marched brazenly to the corner of the room where Steve and his football pals were chatting. Mindy stared at us
incredulously, as if she was unable to believe that the lowly lesbians would be so bold as to attempt to converse with them.

I forced my lips into a flirtatious smile while Violet batted her eyelashes.

“Hiya, Steve,” I purred. “My girlfriend and I were just talking about a little fantasy we’ve been having lately.”

The guys quickly leaned forward. Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Urn, excuse me,” Mindy glowered. “But what makes you think we have any interest in interacting with you?”

“Do you mind? I’m talking to my friend Steve.”

Ignoring her, I stepped forward, running a finger down Steve’s chest. I felt his heart beating in rapid little thumps beneath his shirt. Violet dutifully slipped beside him, rubbing his
shoulder with slow, enticing strokes. Steve’s mouth dangled open; his friends watched in disbelief as we pressed our bodies close.

“Steve,” I whispered, letting my breath waft across his neck. “Do you want to know what our fantasy is?”

He answered so quickly the word made a little whistle as it flew from his lips. “Yes.”

“Get lost,” Mindy chirped. “Nobody cares about your—”

“Shut up,” two of the guys hissed in unison. Mindy glared indignantly.

“You see,” I continued, my eyes burning into his. “Violet and I have decided it would really turn us on to have someone watch us.”

“W-watch you?” he gulped. “Like . . . like watch you guys—”

“Screw.”

His hands tightened around his beer; the can made a crunching noise as it imploded.

“We wanted it to be someone who would really appreciate it,” Violet murmured. “And we thought of you.”

Mindy opened her mouth to say something, but Steve interrupted. “Are you joshing me?”

“We only have one condition,” I smiled. “We want you to persuade your uncle to let us stay in the sorority house.”

As Violet let her hair sweep across his arm, stirring his flesh into goosebumps, I could taste victory.

“That’s it?” Steve said. “You guys’ll get it on in front of me if I tell my uncle not to kick you out?”

“Tonight. Right now.”

I saw the yes about to fall from his lips and suddenly I got greedy.

“And,” I said. “I want you to tell him that Mindy made the whole thing up. She’s on drugs, you see, and rather prone to delusions.”

“You bitch!” Mindy shrieked. “Get the hell out of—”

“Done,” Steve said.

Mindy let out a horrified screech.

“You all heard it,” I grinned. “Steve Anderson has promised, with his closest friends as witnesses, to make sure we aren’t evicted from our dorm. Now, gentlemen . .
.” I stared at Mindy. “And shrew, if you’ll excuse us, Violet and I are going to take this lucky boy upstairs and give him sweet dreams for life.”

With a squeal of glee Steve pushed Mindy aside and Violet and I each took an arm. We led him to the staircase, Mindy’s wails a symphony to my ears as we ascended the stairs. He waved one
last time to his friends, who were cheering like monkeys, as we disappeared into the nearest bedroom. Violet brushed the curtain from the window, letting the moonlight flood the room. As I turned
to address Steve I saw his hands lunging for my ass and I quickly darted away.

“Nuh – uh,” I said firmly. “You watch. We play. Got it?”

He mumbled something beneath his breath and sat on the bed. I shut the door, clicking the lock.

“Fully nude,” he blurted. “I wanna see tits and ass.”

“We have a lot in common.”

I approached Violet, blocking out Steve’s eager grunts. She glanced shyly at him, then at me.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Pretend it’s just you and me.” I turned to glare sharply at Steve. “And no punching the munchkin, understand?”

He nodded, grumbling.

My hands circled her hips, drawing her to me. With a smile I leaned forward and traced the pillowy outline of her lips with my tongue. Her jaw was tense; she was still a little nervous. I probed
her lips with my tongue, parting them gently. I felt her face relax as we began to kiss.

From several feet away Steve’s voice vibrated the walls. “Holy shit!”

Violet flinched at his voice until I coaxed her back into a long, wet kiss. Her arms went lax as I probed deeper, reassuring her with each hot breath. When I finally pulled away her eyes were
sparkling.

“All right?” I asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Just you and me, baby.”

She nodded. Slowly, gently, I peeled her tank top over her head, revealing the soft breasts beneath. As Steve’s breath caught in his throat I felt momentarily sick exposing the girl I
loved, unwrapping her like a present for a slobbering stranger. Then Mindy’s outraged screech rang through my head, giving me the boost I needed to continue. I smothered her breast with my
lips, nibbling and sucking until she was forced to let out a low groan.

From across the room I heard Steve muttering a steady stream of “oh, Gods”. I tuned out his voice, focusing on the little pink nipple that was growing hard beneath my tongue. Violet
began to make the soft whimpering noise I loved so much, her chest shaking in little heaves. I felt her hands fumbling with my blouse, twisting the buttons until it fell silently to the floor.
Steve’s eyes glinted from across the room, his breathing so shallow that he sounded like a rabbit.

When I looked up to assess Violet’s comfort I was surprised to see her eyes dancing playfully. Her hips were rocking from side to side; she ran a hand coyly through her long blonde hair.
The little showboat – she was playing it up! She was like a little kid in front of a video camera. And I had to admit that I was feeling a bit of a thrill myself – knowing that
someone’s eyes were combing our bodies and watching our every move was more titillating than I had imagined, even if the voyeur was an undeserving prick. But the fact that Steve was of no
sexual interest to either of us, coupled with the fact that his persona made me queasy, propelled me to flaunt the situation – torture him a bit.

Violet seemed to be having just as much fun. She pushed her chest forward, letting the tip of her nipple graze the outline of my breast. I let out an exaggerated moan, arching my back so that
our breasts smashed together. Steve groaned. I flashed him a smile with a hint of sadism.

As our hips came together, rocking slowly, rhythmically, I slid my hand up Violet’s thigh, feeling for the damp cotton panties. I tugged them down to her knees. Her eyes became nervous
again, darting to Steve, then back to me.

“I don’t think . . .”

“Come on, baby,” I smiled. “You’re halfway there. Besides – you’re wet.”

And she was. A single drop of moisture was gliding down her leg. I leaned forward, stroking her flesh with my tongue, lapping up the warm fluid, moving steadily upward until my lips were inches
from the soft pink folds tucked between her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve running his hand over his crotch, a firm bulge beneath his jeans. With a grunt of satisfaction I yanked
Violet’s skirt to the floor and buried my lips between her legs, running my tongue over every delicate contour. Her hands gripped my shoulders to steady herself as I began to tease her into a
wet frenzy. She went crazy whenever I let just the tip of my tongue glide inside her, but tonight I probed her so forcefully she began to squirm with shock. My hands gripped her ass, driving her
hips forward so that I could taste her deeply.

I pulled away and rose so that I could read her face. Every last trace of fear had vanished; her eyes were dizzy with lust. The man in the corner of the room had disappeared as far as we were
concerned. It was just us. And we were very, very horny.

I kissed her, letting her drink deeply from my lips, the sweet taste of her own juices still clinging to my tongue. Her fingers slipped around my waist, tugging at my jeans until they glided
down my legs. She slid the black thong aside and let her hand roam the soft triangle below my navel. I tilted my head back, enjoying the way her fingernails brushed against my skin. As I felt my
hair tickling the arch of my back I turned my head, catching Steve’s tortured expression. I felt a little smirk of satisfaction. Before I knew it I was batting Violet’s hand away and
digging my pelvis into hers. She loved it when we came that way, grinding and squirming against each other until our thighs were soaking wet. Violet came so easily like that, but would she come
quickly, breathlessly, while a practical stranger watched?

As our bodies rubbed together Violet suddenly stuttered, “I d-don’t know if I can c-come with him watching.”

I ran my hand through her hair and gave her a reassuring smile.

Steve’s voice was so high it sounded like he was going through puberty. “You both have to come or the deal’s off.”

I flashed Steve an annoyed look before turning back to Violet. “You can do it. Close your eyes, baby . . .”

I took her hands and gently guided her to the floor. Silently I laid her across the carpet, my hips gliding on top of hers. I straddled her, staring at her for a long time before I saw the
reluctance melt from her face. With a wink I began rocking back and forth, the wetness between my thighs gliding over her clit, coating it with heat. Her legs parted wider.

I barely heard the creak of the bed as Steve leaned forward, his eyes like a laser beam on our grinding bodies – Violet’s voice was smothering the room, an avalanche of whimpers and
guttural moans. As I slid up and down, teasing her clit with my wetness, my warmth, the softness of my triangle, she broke into a fevered panting that only meant one thing – she was coming.
Violet was going to come in front of a stranger whether she liked it or not. She bit her lip as the first wave came, her body going slack against the carpet. She winced. A stream of whimpers
cascaded from her lips. I leaned down and kissed her, savouring her rapid gasps as the shockwaves began to ebb.

I looked up to see Steve wide-eyed and unblinking.

“I . . . oh, my God . . .”

I kissed Violet’s cheek. Her chest was rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were soft when she tilted her head to smile at me. I lowered my head to give her another kiss,
but Steve’s voice made me pause.

“You both have to come.” He grinned.

“Well,” I said sweetly. “Why don’t you come over here and help me out?”

He jumped straight into the air.

I glared. “Sit down, jockstrap.”

He fell back onto the bed, glowering.

Violet had already sprung into action. She knew exactly what to do to send me over the edge – and no one had a more capable tongue. I stood up as she kneeled on the floor, her head tilted
upward, ready to lap between my thighs like a kitten laps at milk. I cradled her head with my palm as her tongue glided over my pussy, swirling in urgent circles around my clit. I felt her finger
glide inside me, rubbing in harmony with her tongue. She made a little moan of determination, pressing hard, until I felt my mouth contorting into an o. The wetness of my orgasm flooded her lips,
trickling across her cheek in a warm flood. My fingers wrapped around her hair, pulling it tightly.

Her lips brushed against my clit until the last spasm. When she finally pulled away a mischievous smile was on her lips. I ran my finger down her cheek, unable to suppress a giggle. She flashed
me an amazed look that said, I can’t believe we just did this! I’m pretty sure my expression was the same.

I ran my hands over her shoulders, frowning at the goose-bumps that covered her body; without the heat of arousal the room was rather cold. Silently I began to dress her. I pulled on my pants,
my blouse, my shoes. When we were clothed we stood for a moment in a daze, surprised by the thrill of what we had just done.

Steve sat rigidly on the bed, staring at us as if we were the angel Gabriel himself. I noted the dark wet spot on his crotch, smiling with satisfaction. Steve shifted quickly so that the
evidence of his pleasure was tucked between his crossed legs.

Without groans and pants to fill the silence an awkwardness washed over the room. No one knew what to say now that our clothes were on.

Steve was the first to speak, standing clumsily. “Er, uh – very nice. Beyond expectation.”

He leaned forward, shaking our hands politely. Violet and I giggled. Had we just given a PowerPoint presentation?

“And you’ll keep up your end of our agreement?” I said.

“Of course.”

“Good.” I smiled. “Because if you don’t I’m going to tell everyone that you came up here to have a hands-on threesome with us and couldn’t get it up. Good
day, Steven.”

Steve kept up his side of the bargain and no one ever questioned his erectile abilities. Much to our beloved sorority sisters’ dismay, we continued to live in sin amongst them, spending
our evenings studying for exams, watching
The Daily Show
, and playing poker . . . naked.

As for Mindy, a series of tragic circumstances led to her eviction from the sorority house. Her parents demanded she live under their roof for the remainder of college after some very unsettling
rumors fell directly upon the dean’s ears. It appears the stories about Violet and I performing lewd acts while living in the sorority house were simply wild accusations Mindy had made while
not in a normal state of mind – she was on drugs, you see. Heroin apparently. Nice, Steve. Nice.