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Faith Preston, a 19-year-old college freshman seems to have everything going for her except a love life. That’s about to change when the new girl shows up on a roaring motorcycle. Brooklyn is a beautiful confident butch with tattoos, sparkling vivid green eyes full of life, and a smile that captures Faith’s attention. Everything changes in that moment. She falls for her, but is she ready to possibly lose friends and family over dating a girl as well as jeopardize her mother’s political career? This is a sweet coming out story of lesbian romance and love.

From bestselling lesbian short story author, Suze Snow, her first debut lesbian romance novel.

She’s My Wildfire

 

CHAPTER ONE

Wow, winter break went by way too fast. Now it’s time to get back to my studies. I’m really looking forward to my Creative Writing class this semester. Maybe, it’ll give me a chance to vent about all the stressors in my life from my overbearing parents to my lack of a love life, and of course maintaining my perfect 4.0 average. My parents expect nothing less of me.

Checking my reflection in my dorm mirror, I make sure my strawberry blond hair is pulled back tight against my scalp and my makeup is flawless. My ocean blue eyes sparkle underneath the soft morning glow of sunshine pouring into my room. I turn around glancing at my figure in the mirror criticizing my lack of muscle. My ripped jeans are pretty hot though, riding low on my waist and hips, but my confidence quickly drifts as I gaze a little too long and focus on my imperfections.

Slipping on my light fleece, I head out the door as I make my way to campus. My pulse races as I walk toward my first class at exactly seven fifty five on the dot maneuvering down the corridor hoping to find an empty seat in the back corner of the class so I can avoid any small talk with the other students. That’s all I need. I don’t think I’m asking too much.

Being shy is definitely one of my biggest flaws that has left me pretty much socially awkward. Unfortunately, being the product of Herbert and Hilda Preston…the Mayor Hilda Preston, AKA my perfect-can’t-do-anything-wrong mother…seems to draw unwanted attention toward myself all the time.

Being Faith Preston the one and only child of my well-known rich parents of Sapphire Beach is definitely not something I would wish on even my worst enemy. Yes, for some reason one day my mother decided to run for mayor. She won and it didn’t take much convincing with all the fake smiles, expensive campaigns and extraordinary dinners, very generous donations, and using me as a token of their perfect marriage. Little did any outsiders know, they were not perfect…far from it actually. We all have our hidden secrets.

A hurdle of college freshman stand around gossiping near the professor’s desk. I scoot on by, scurrying along to claim my seat for my Creative Writing class. As soon as I think I’m in the clear, their circle of gossip disperses.

A loud male turns around facing me. “Hey aren’t you Faith Preston?”

I bite my bottom lip and I plaster a huge smile on my lips. “How did you know?”

“You’re the Mayor’s daughter.” He turns to his friends and smirks flailing his arms around making me a spectacle. “Hey class, we have a famous celebrity amongst us.”

They laugh in unison, mocking me, making me feel like the laughingstock. I narrow my eyes and avoid conflict as usual. Slumping my shoulders, I slip down in the uncomfortable hard chair. I pull my phone from my purse. I keep my eyes glued to social media…seeing what’s trending in the world around me as I cowardly stay in my little corner trying to avoid any more unwelcome attention.

Professor Cane stands before us. She’s your typical fantasy…a sexy young professor that I’m sure all the boys and girls dream about. She’s absolutely gorgeous with long flowing golden blond hair shining under the artificial lights above. Her eyes sparkle as she speaks. She flashes perfect pearly whites when she smiles. She’s fashionable with trendy black-rimmed glasses. She looks like a model out of a magazine wearing a low-cut white button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt hugging her lean legs that end in black three-inch pumps. She’s stunning. Her smile is grand. Her voice raises a few notches as she speaks above the roar of the inattentive class. I can tell she loves her job.

I try to pay attention. Her eyes connect with mine, and my pulse races. My eyes cast downward with fear and panic racing through my body. I glance back at her. My heart pounds in my chest. She smiles at me with a sexy dimple forming on her right cheek.

“Okay class. I hope you all had a wonderful winter break, but now it’s over and time to get back to work. In this class I want you to have fun and really explore your creative gifts…and yes…you all have them.” She taps her temple.

The class laughs and snickers.

“It’s time to put your creative minds to use in here and really dig deep into those unique minds of yours and pour your heart into all of your assignments. I want you to really think in my class and have fun.”

A cocky ass next to me mutters under his breath, “I have something that’ll dig deep in you, professor.”

I roll my eyes. What an ass. “Really? Why don’t you shut the hell up!”

He grabs his crotch and presses his tongue in his cheek, “Suck my…”

Balling my fist and narrowing my eyes I whisper, “You wish.” Shifting in my seat I glance out the window wanting this nightmare to end. A flock of birds fly over and land in the far end of the parking lot where they frolic around in the shallow puddles.

“Okay class, let me check my roster and see who actually crawled out of bed today to attend my class. I see a few of you are still in your PJs. Let’s try to get dressed for our next session.”

She reads off her list. My heart drums forcibly in my chest dreading her reaching the ‘P’s.

She pauses and looks around. “Faith Preston.. Faith Pres—”

I raise my hand biting my lip. Please don’t…don’t recognize me!

“Wow you look just like your mother, Mayor Hilda Preston. Welcome!” She winks. “I’m delighted to have you in my class. I’m a big supporter of your mom.”

I sink down in my seat desperately wanting to hide under my desk dissolving to dust. All eyes are on me, gawking at me like I’m a prized diamond snickering and rolling their eyes in jealousy. I don’t blame them either.

A loud roaring engine filters through the window coming from the main parking lot outside. I’m grateful for the diversion.

The professor glares outside at the loud motorcycle causing the huge distraction. “God, those should be banned from campus.” She groans as she begins to pace back and forth, frustrated by the disruption.

I can’t help but gaze at the shiny chrome and black motorcycle, so bad ass and sexy. I can’t look away as a sexy woman hops off her ride. Her hands ascend to the top of her helmet and she yanks it off revealing her short shiny raven hair that meets the rim of her black sunglasses, a sexy pixie cut. She runs her fingertips through her shiny locks and makes her way into the school. She looks like a bad ass rocker chick. My heart pounds in my chest while I nervously play with a hangnail on my pointer finger.

Seconds later, a knock on the door makes me jump as my mind is still on the intriguing chick from moments before.

The professor walks over to the hallway. “Can I help you?”

I hear a low mutter unable to see who she’s talking to. My heart thrums again, pounding relentlessly in my chest. No way. It’s the biker chick.

The mysterious motorcycle girl is in my class. She takes a seat in the row next to mine cater-cornered from me. Her cologne fills the air, so strong and sexy. What is wrong with me? I find myself staring once again.

The professor walks over to her, “Brooklyn, is it?”

In a husky sexy voice she responds, “Yes. I’m so sorry I was late. It won’t happen again.”

The professor sighs with forgiving eyes. “As long as you don’t make it a habit, I won’t hold it against you.”

Brooklyn…Brooklyn, I memorize her name in my mind. Such a cool sexy name.

Her jeans are faded and tight, ripped at the knees. Her t-shirt is black and snug, matching her black boots. She doesn’t dress like she’s from around here, like everyone else in our prestigious college. What is it about her that makes me unable to look away? She glances over her shoulder. Her eyes lock with mine. With a devilish grin, she smirks at me with a half smile, running her fingertips through her shiny hair. Her eyes are hazel and clear making me take a deep breath. She’s hardcore, but has a genuine softness in her eyes that I can’t explain. She nods at me, and my smile widens in response to her gaze. Goosebumps form on my pale arms as sweat beads on my forehead and upper lip. My cheeks blush. Calm down. Stop it! Just breathe.

I glance next to me and a beautiful ginger who definitely looks like she was a cheerleader in high school smiles at me. She follows my gaze toward Brooklyn and back to me over and over again making a connection. Stop staring at Brooklyn. You’re making yourself look like a fool.

The ginger’s eyes are deep green matching her manicured green and gold fingernails. Her heels are high and her skirt is short, barely covering her tight ass.

“I’m Nikki,” she whispers.

“Faith.”

She leans over toward me, “Do you know her?” She points inconspicuously under the desk directly at Brooklyn.

The blush building in my cheeks is close to reaching a boiling point, clearly revealing my awkward shyness. “No. Never seen her before. Do you know her?”

She giggles. “Nope. I like her style. Pretty hot.”

I smile nervously in agreement focusing my attention on my pen tapping it uncontrollably on my notebook. Fanning myself with my other hand, I feel my cheeks heat as if I was lying in the sun at the beach for too long without sunscreen.

The professor hands out her syllabus for the class. “Your assignment for this evening is to write an essay on what you expect to get out of my class. Be as honest as possible in your writing. There are no right or wrong answers. This class is all about freedom of speech and expression. I won’t tolerate hatred, but let’s all try to have an open mind and respect one another.”

As the class comes to an end, I gather up my books and purse. I look around trying to locate Brooklyn, but she left in a hurry leaving me in a daze.

Nikki smiles. “Faith, you should really wear your hair down. You’re gorgeous. I’ll see you Friday.”

Her smile is warm and inviting. “You think? Maybe I will. Thanks. I’ll see you then.”

As the class disperses, I smile at the sexy professor approaching her desk. Her clear blue eyes calm me connecting with mine. Her lip curls up into a beautiful smile. “I bet you’re going to have a lot of stories to share with the class. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not that often I have celebrities in my class.” She winks.

I’m literally dying on the inside wanting to race back to the dorm. I know my roommate, Tara, will be there waiting for me. God, I can’t wait to see her. This class is going to be a struggle with all the unwanted attention, but there is Nikki and of course Brooklyn.

I smile awkwardly at the professor. “Oh, it’s fine. I’m used to it. See you on Friday.”

As soon as I exit the English building my cell buzzes. Glancing down at the screen on my phone, there’s mom’s pic lit up. I sigh and answer. “Hi, Mom!”

“Hey baby girl. How was your first class?”

I squeeze my short nails into my palm trying not to explode. “Okay. The professor seems nice.”

“I wanted to remind you, the gala dinner party is this weekend. I expect you to show up for dinner at The Ritz Seatower on Saturday night.”

I reluctantly respond. “Okay. I can do that.”

“Are there any cute boys in your class?”

“I don’t know, Mom. I didn’t really pay any attention.”

“Well, you need to be social, honey. You need to get out there and date. I don’t know the last time you had a boyfriend. Pretty soon all your friends will be tying the knot, and you will be alone and miserable.”

I want to scream and stamper like a child having a temper tantrum. “Mom, I’m trying to focus on my studies so I can graduate and get a real job and make a life for myself. Don’t worry about my social life. Everything will work out. You have nothing to worry about.”

She pauses on the phone and sighs. “Honey…you know Mr. and Mrs. Jackson from Prince Country Club?”

I cringe. “Yes. Why?”

“They have a son about your age. Oh, he’s so handsome and so smart. I think you both would make a wonderful couple. Could you imagine what your children would look like?  Maybe I can find out his phone number, and you two can get to know each other? I’m sure you would have a lot in common with him.”

Crushing her excitement I interrupt her. “Mom, please. I’m begging you…let me handle my own social life. I’ll see you this weekend.”

Disappointment in her voice resonates in her tone. “Okay, honey. See you then.”

Taking two long deep breaths, I try to calm my nerves as I open the door to meet Tara. I need to decompress and catch up with her. She’s the only one who allows me to vent and makes me feel better about everything.

She almost knocks me over  screaming as I enter our room. “Faith! I missed you so much, chicklet! Get your ass over here!”

She kisses me on the cheek and makes me blush. My mind drifts thinking about Brooklyn. It’s hard to focus. What the hell is happening to me? I’m not into girls? Right?

“So, sit down and tell me everything. I want to hear about your winter break, going home. How’re your folks doing?” She’s talking so fast, she won’t even stop to catch a breath.

I step back taking a look at her. She’s so outgoing and stunning with long curly blond hair and deep chocolate eyes with flecks of orange fire that sparkle under the light. Her body is so perfect she can have anyone. I’m so envious of her.

I smile at her as she releases me from her tight grip. She smells like floral roses mixed with spice. She plops on her bed grabbing me by the arm making me drop my books on the floor.

Waving her hand out, she screams, “Just leave them. Come over here. I want to hear everything!”

I take a seat on her plush bed facing her and giggle. “You’re the one with a life. I’ve basically just been a shadow to my mom’s mayoral events, lavish dinners, and a lifestyle that I never want for myself.”

A look of concern and disappointment appear in her eyes and her full lips pout as she bites down with a look of concern. “I’m sorry, Faith. I know exactly what you need!  You’re going clubbing with me this weekend. We will have so much fun. You need to unwind and let loose girl. All this tension is giving you frown lines on that perfect porcelain face.”

“Oh, I wish I could. I have to attend one of those boring gala dinners on Saturday night.” My eyes descend down and I sigh. “Maybe next weekend. I’m sorry. I would go if I could.”

“Wow, they really do have you under their spell, huh? I’m sorry hun. We need to do something about this. These are the years of our youth. We’re supposed to let go and have fun! We can’t have you in a funk all the time. You’ll wind up with a life full of regret.”

Rubbing my palms on my legs, I know she speaks the truth. “I just don’t know how to break free from their control. It’s so frustrating. And, they want to set me up with every boy in their prestigious group of snobs. I don’t even want to date right now.” Lying to myself. I would do anything to be in love…craving it more than anything. “Well, tell me about you…rock star…How was your vacation?”

Her eyes widen and her hands flip in every direction possible. She loves to communicate with her hands. I swear she’s going to smack me one day when she talks. She couldn’t be more animated if she tried. It’s pretty hysterical to watch her.

“Well, I had a pretty nice time with my folks back home. I hit up some bars, saw old friends, and partied my ass off.”

I grin in jealousy. “I bet you did.”

Running her fingertips through her curly tendrils, she smiles with a grin as wide as can be. “It was fun! I had some pretty hot hookups too.” She has a huge lascivious grin as she scooted her lithe body against the wall. She sinks down into the mattress.

I lean in closer rubbing her shoulder. “What? Don’t leave me hanging! Tell me all about it!”

Raising her eyebrow, she smirks. “What part do you want to know about…hmmm?”

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me, Tara. I know you’re a wild woman. Come on!”

“Oh, you know I never kiss and tell.”

“Pfft..whatever. Come on. Don’t make me beg! Please tell me!” Pulling my silky locks across my shoulder I twist my fingertips in my strawberry scented hair. I glance around at the clock hanging crooked on the far wall. “Do you want to go out for lunch before our afternoon classes?”

She picks up her cell checking her texts. She smiles wide and giggles, blushing as she shifts her body. “Well, there’s something I want to share with you. It might surprise you.”

She has me so intrigued at this moment. God, I wish I had her life. She’s always happy and lives her life to the fullest never worrying about what others think of her. She lifts up her slender, yet muscular, arm and reveals a gorgeous red and black angel tattoo to me interlaced with a devil.

I scream, “What? You got a tat?”

She smiles licking her lips. “I sure did. It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I wish I had the balls to do something like that.”

“Girl, you should do it. Your parents would kill you, but they would get over it! You have to be yourself. What am I going to do with you girl? Come here.”

I lean in to her. She wraps her arms around me, and I inhale her sweet vanilla scent. With concern in her eyes she states, “You seem a little off. Are you sad?”

“Sad?” I glance down studying my short fingernails.

“Yep. You always keep things to yourself. You need to let me in. Open up and say ahhh!”

“I tell you everything.” My voice crackles as I squeal in defense.

“Hmm…sure you do.” She raises an eyebrow and shakes her head.

Diverting attention from myself, I quickly interrogate her to find out her exciting stories she wants to disclose to me. “So, what else is going on?”

She smiles with excitement brewing in her eyes, “Here, let me show you.”

She throws her phone in my lap and smirks bending her knees and sliding her hands up and down the denim fabric. I gasp as I see pics of her making out with a beautiful girl at a club.

“What? I had no idea you were into women…Miss boy crazy.”

“What? Do you have a problem with that? I hope it doesn’t make you feel different about me. Don’t worry I won’t jump you. Unless you want me to?” She pushes my shoulder, teasing me and making me giggle.

“No, I don’t have a problem with it. I’m totally cool with it. Honestly.”

“Are you sure?”

My curiosity piques. “Are you exclusively into girls? When did this happen?” My words race off my tongue. I don’t even recognize my enthusiasm.

“I’m figuring things out. Just having fun. I guess I would consider myself…bisexual.”

“Oh really? So you like boys and girls, huh?”

She smirks. “Yeah, I guess so. I love the hardness and protectiveness of guys and the soft sensual side of women. What about you?”

My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Why is she asking me? I don’t even know what I want. As the words slip off my tongue, I can’t get the image of Brooklyn off my mind. What is wrong with me? “I’m not sure. Guys are cute and all, and girls are well…pretty.” My cheeks burn knowing my blush has to be crimson red by now. Girls. Hmmm. Brooklyn.

She smirks jumping off the bed. “Come on tiger, don’t obsess over it. Let’s get some grub. It’s lunchtime.”

CHAPTER TWO

We slide into a large comfortable booth at our favorite pizza joint downtown. The waitresses are cool with piercings and tattoos lining their arms. It’s really a hip place, and I love the loud rock music. It always puts me in a good mood especially when I’m hanging out with Tara.

One of the regular pretty waitresses comes over and smiles. “The usual, girls?”

Tara screeches. “Yes! Thank you, Jessica.” Her eyes cascade down to Jessica’s full breasts pouring out of her button-up blouse. I pretend not to notice. Of course, I realize in that moment I’m doing the same thing. My eyes are scanning her full breasts like targets at an archery range. I quickly dart my eyes down to the parmesan cheese in the middle of the table. Keep focusing. Don’t look at her breasts!

Our waitress comes back with extra breadsticks piled high, coated with butter and Italian spices. “Enjoy, sexy ladies. I know you both love these.”

Tara whispers, “She’s so damn hot. God, I would so fuck her. Look at those fine breasts and that tight bubble ass. Pow!” Tara licks her lips in lust watching the waitress disappear behind the counter.

I giggle trying to hide the awkward feelings building inside me. “Tara, you’re so dirty.” Yet, I’m really intrigued by her. She’s so confident and knows exactly what she wants. I wish I could say the same for myself.

“Look at her, Faith. You have to admit she’s sexy as hell. God, I would lift up her skirt, yank her panties down to her ankles and slip my hand—”

I feel the burn once again racing to my cheeks interrupting her from going any further before my pale complexion becomes a stop sign. “Yes, she’s pretty.”

She grabs my hand and delicately slides her fingertips up my arm sending tingles of goosebumps bursting across my flesh and my breath catches. I’m frozen unable to move…unable to breathe.

Concern washes over Tara’s beautiful face. “What’s wrong? You act like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Tara glances over her shoulder quickly nearly giving herself whiplash following my gaze. “Who’s that sexy girl? Whoever she is, she definitely has your attention. Speak to me!”

“It’s just some motorcycle chick in my Creative Writing class.”

“Mmmm. She’s so sexy. Look at those biceps and her tats. Damn I would so fuck her.”

“Tara, really? Is there anyone who you wouldn’t sleep with?”

“What’s her name? Please introduce me! Please! I’ll buy you lunch!”

I immediately get defensive. “No, I can’t do that. I don’t even know her yet. Calm down killer lady.”

“She’s definitely my kind of girl. Strong. Sexy. Confident. I love her short raven hair. Wow she has to be a dyke for sure.”

Tara turns around gazing at Brooklyn. Brooklyn starts walking over to our table. I swear if I could right now, I’d sink down under our table and hope to blend in with the carpet below. Please don’t embarrass me Tara. Please keep walking Brooklyn. Go past us. Oh, God. Please. Don’t stop! No…

She stops dead in her tracks right in front of us with a huge grin on her perfect lips. My heart thrums in my chest. A searing pain surges to my throat. My legs shake uncontrollably.

“Hey, I’m Brooklyn. I think you’re in my Creative Writing class, right?”

I play dumb right away trying not to make it obvious that she has become my new obsession. “Yeah, I think so. You have that awesome motorcycle.” Damn really? Did you just say that out loud? What the hell is wrong with you? Fuck…so much for playing it cool.

She smiles locking her crystal hazel eyes with mine. She throws her hands up revealing her palms as she flexes her biceps. She giggles in her sexy raspy voice. “Guilty as charged.” She shifts her stance.

I glance over at Tara. She’s practically drooling over her. She throws her hand out toward her. “I’m Tara, Faith’s roommate.”

“Nice to meet you.” She shakes Tara’s hand shifting her stance toward me. “Faith. That’s a pretty name.” She winks at me. She extends her hand out to mine, and I bite my lip gazing into her sparkling mysterious eyes. I clench my hand in hers, arresting my breath. Her grip is firm but still soft. It seems like minutes go by as our thumbs remain locked in position, my warm hand in hers, in some kind of awkward trance. My heart thumps hard in my chest. I feel nauseous. Butterflies circle in my tummy uncontrollably. What is wrong with me? I nervously play with my strawberry blond ponytail, wishing my hair was down instead of feeling so bland…so invisible…so myself.

Tara continues licking her lips as if Brooklyn was a piece of pie. “So, Brooklyn…what brings you to our lovely table this afternoon?”

She smiles folding her arms over her flat belly. She places her hand on her hip. Her pupils dilate as she licks her lips while looking at me. My eyes roam over her muscular arms laced in tattoos. I try not to ogle too long. God, she enraptures me. “I was going to ask you if I missed anything in the beginning of class today?”

I smile biting my lower lip nervously, trying not to squeal as I speak. She’s so cool and confident…totally intimidating. She makes me so nervous. This has to be a joke that she’s over here talking to me. It must be because of Tara. They must have some hidden lesbian Gaydar or sexual chemistry or something.

“No, you really didn’t miss too much. It seems like it’s going to be a pretty cool laid back class.”

“I know and Professor, Cane…boy, she’s a fox. Damn.” She smiles.

Nervously I smile and agree. “Yeah, she’s really pretty.”

Tara squirms in her seat and screams. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a hot professor? Damn, maybe I should’ve signed up for Creative Writing with the two of you this semester. I don’t think decrepit Professor Gertrude has much going for her in my Spanish class. Oh well. Maybe I’ll have to change classes and get in on the action.”

Tara grills her some more. “Do you live on campus, Brooklyn?”

Brooklyn shifts her weight to her other leg. “No, my family and I just moved here. We’re in a rental house right now.”

“I know I’ve never seen you before because I would remember a hottie like you.” Tara winks at her leaving me in a pool of sweat, so uncomfortable. Why is she doing this in front of me?

Brooklyn smirks. “I’ll let you ladies be. Thanks, Faith. I’ll see you in class Friday.” She winks and leaves me in a daze unable to think, speak, barely able to breathe.

I wave like a dumbfounded teenager.

Tara grabs my hand down and makes fun of me. “What is wrong with you? Are you twelve? She winked at you and all you did was wave. Damn girl, I’m so jealous of you. She’s so damn fine. She’s so into you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmmm…hell yeah. Were we looking at the same girl? Hello?”

I try to change the subject, still trying to gain my normal breathing back after watching her walk off so sexy and confident, total opposite of me.

She whispers, “Are you sure you don’t have the tiniest teeniest ounce of lesbian in you?”

My cheeks are blazing and tingling as a strong blush permeates my cheeks. “Me? No. I’m not sure. I don’t know.” I sound like a blubbering fool. “She’s nice. That’s all.”

Tara smirks at me with narrow eyes. “Sure, if you say so. Nice? That’s not really the adjective I would use to describe her.”

The waitress returns with a smile collecting our empty plates. “How was everything ladies?”

Tara smiles running her fingertips through her long shiny blond curls being a flirt and a tease like she always is. “It was absolutely delicious. Thank you, Jessica.”

She smiles placing the receipt on the table near Tara before she walks off and glances over her shoulder looking back at my roommate. Their chemistry is undeniable.

Tara throws it at me, “Look, what I got.”

My gaze descends to her hand. Call me some time, beautiful, with a phone number below it. Beside it was an imprint of her red lipstick.

I shake my head. “You’re such a player. You’re so beautiful, Tara. I can see why everyone is attracted to you. I just want to be you.”

“No, you don’t. You’re so silly! Let’s get out of here.”

CHAPTER THREE

Before I go back to the dorm to meet Tara, I take a walk across campus to the library to pick up a few books for our reading assignments this semester. As I’m about to enter the vast glass building, I get a text. Fuck! It’s Mom. The woman never gives me a break. She’s going to cause me to lose my shit.

The fundraiser is going to be a luncheon on Saturday instead of dinner. Please get here early to help me get ready for all the guests. I need my speech printed off and for you to fill out the seating arrangement chart for all the guests attending. There will be plenty of single boys coming. Please make an effort this time darling.

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Captivated By Her

Leslie has always craved Jana, her best friend’s older sister. Finding herself alone in their apartment, she gets herself turned on and worked up seeing pictures of Jana. She takes a bubble bath to relax and release some of that sexual frustration and tension. What she doesn’t realize is the object of her desire is watching her. Jana makes Leslie confess her crush and then makes sure Leslie’s hot enthusiasm bubbles over into the bedroom for a girls’ night she will never forget.

Captivated By Her

“What’s up Maddy?”

“Hey girl, I might be a little bit late tonight getting home. The storms are fierce, and my boss is being a total bitch.”

Disappointed, I mutter, “Fuck, really?”

“You know where I keep the key. Head over to my apartment and make yourself comfortable. Hopefully, I’ll meet you there soon!”

Furrowing my brows I sigh. “Okay. This sucks! Your boss is such a bitch. Why does she always ruin our girls’ night?”

“Tell me about it! I’ll text or call you later as soon as I’m free from this hell hole. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jana is home from college.”

My eyes widen and my heart hammers in my chest thinking about her older sexy sister, Jana. Damn she’s so hot.

“I didn’t know Jana was back in town. I know you’ve missed her.” Not as much as me.

“Yeah, she’s bartending part time during spring break. She’s staying in my guest room this week. You know she’s not gonna crash at our parents’ house. She’s totally cool. She won’t bother us.”

I giggle twirling my long blond silky hair around my finger, “I don’t blame her. Your parents can be a bit overbearing. Good for her.”

My panties moisten with every beat of my throbbing clit pounding against the silky thin fabric. My mind drifts to fucking Jana. God, I imagine her pinning me against the wall, slipping her warm lashing tongue inside of my wet eager mouth and whispering to me, “You want me?” She would sigh in my mouth. While making direct intense eye contact with me, her warm fingertips would trace slow feather-like circles around my swollen clit making me so wet. Oh, fuck. I’m so fucking wet thinking about her.

I fan myself trying to cool down desperately controlling the urge to finger myself.

“Jana will probably be off her shift around midnight. There’s some beer in the fridge, and we are stocked with plenty of dark chocolate. Make yourself at home. Fuck, I better go. The boss is coming over.”

“Okay. See you tonight!”

Grabbing my overnight bag I head down the road to Maddy’s apartment hoping she’ll join me soon for an awesome girls’ night. Damn it’s pouring out. Increasing the speed of the wipers trying desperately to clear the windshield I nearly miss her apartment. Fuck.

I hurry along reminding myself where the key is as I run in my heels almost twisting my ankle scurrying up the pathway to her front door. God, it’s pouring. I glance down and my blouse is dripping wet. My nipples are so hard and erect, excited by the cool streams of water flowing down my heaving breasts. I’m sopping wet, bent over frantically lifting up the front mat searching for the key. My hand snakes around to the hem of my skirt making sure my ass isn’t exposed. It keeps riding up my narrow hips. I glance behind me making sure no one can see me. The rain is pounding hard against my lithe body. God, I’m saturated. All I can do is laugh, totally helpless. Fuck she must have moved it! I glance all around the patio spread on my hands and knees desperately trying to find the key.

My elbow hits a frog statue in the right corner. Lifting it up, sure enough, there it is. “Damn you, Maddy!”

Raising myself up completely sopping wet, my hand trembles as I shove the key inside the wobbly doorknob to unlock it, but it’s stuck. Shoving it with my hips I finally get it to budge. As soon as the door flies open a warm inviting heat comforts me. My hair is dripping wet leaving a puddle on the floor.

“Hello?” My voice echoes through the apartment. I hope I’m alone.

My right hand ascends up to the top button of my blouse and my fingertips work as fast as they can stripping out of my wet clothes clinging to my skin. Slipping my see-through blouse off my shoulders my hands cascade down to the zipper on the side of my short skirt. Unzipping my short skirt clinging to my tight ass, I tug the damp fabric cascading down my lithe frame pooling on the top of my heels.

I’m so turned on standing in the doorway thinking about Jana fantasizing about how hot it would be if she walked in on me clad in my panties, bra, and tall heels. What would she do to me? Would she beg me to fuck her? Oh, my clit is swelling becoming rock hard thinking about her full cherry lips slipping along my love button with her lashing tongue flicking my engorged nub back and forth, making me gasp in pleasure. I bend down picking up my wet clothes and my overnight bag making my way to Maddy’s bedroom.

Right away I see her heavenly comfortable bed. I take a peek in her walk-in closet being nosy, seeing if she bought any new sexy clothes. I love her taste. She’s so beautiful. If she were a lesbian I would be all over her. Fortunately for me, she has the hottest older sister who is indeed a hot fucking lesbian, but I have no idea if she’s into me. Whenever she’s in my presence, tingles of pleasure burst along my flesh making my clit beat aching in need of a sweet release.

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Lesbian Boss Sleepover

Dawn has a crush on her older boss, Michelle. She has had her eye on the Cougar since the first day of work. A last-minute conference requiring an overnight hotel stay has her willing to bend over any which way to make her boss happy. Late night moans from the Cougar sends Dawn off on an exploration of her own needs. After the conference, confessions are made leaving the Cougar on the table and Dawn exposed on the balcony to dive head first into their journey of lust and desire.

Lesbian Boss Sleepover

 

My sultry boss, Michelle, glares up with me with an intense fire in her eyes running her fingertips through her silky raven locks. She turns her cell off and sighs dropping it in frustration. She slams her elbows on her desk and screams. “This is so not happening! It looks like we’re expected to attend the huge real estate conference down in Atlanta tomorrow.” She throws a pile of paperwork on the floor.

I clear my throat taking a seat in the soft plush black and chrome chair in front of her desk trying to calm her nerves as usual. “Damn this sucks! I thought the conference was going to be online this year?”

She furrows her brows dropping her beautiful face into her hands and whimpers. “That’s what I thought. I can’t stand when they change this on me last minute.”

My arm extends across the desk lightly grazing her slender forearm. “I’ll do whatever it takes to help you get through this. You know I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks Dawn.”

My gaze lingers on her ample breasts stretched tightly across her button-up white cotton shirt. Her tits practically spill over making me so wet. My clit swells and throbs uncontrollably as her nipples stiffen, poking through the light fabric captivating my attention.

God, I need a distraction. Walking over to the refrigerator in the corner of the room I grab two refreshing bottles of water pressing one to my warm cheeks trying desperately to cool down. She’s so fucking sexy.

Her fingertips graze across mine as I hand her the cool bottle. “Here, take a sip and relax. Everything will be okay. I promise. I’ll take care of all the paperwork.” I drop down picking up the pile of papers scattered everywhere and catch a glimpse of her long legs spread just enough to see a brief glimpse of her panties. I look away, the heat intensifying in my cheeks. “All you have to do is smile and look beautiful as usual.”

I lean back crossing my arms sighing as I purposefully flex my sculpted biceps rippling under my fingertips. Her eyes trace a pathway studying the black and red ink interlaced on my arms ascending up to my muscular shoulders. She licks her lips as her gaze skates across my full ruby lips before settling on my emerald green eyes. Her penetrating passionate blue eyes sparkle under the artificial lights above as she takes a big gulp of water. A few drops cascade down her cleavage.

“Oops.” She laughs.

Her cheeks deepen into a crimson blush. She dabs her heaving chest with a tissue teasing me. Her eyes connect with mine before shifting downcast for just a second. She takes a sip of the cool liquid and locks her eyes on mine with a sense of need, a hungry desire burning deep inside of her.

I lick my lips in response to the intense connection. Squeezing my thighs together I nearly lose it as my throbbing clit presses deliciously along my tight jeans.

“You’re a hot mess, Michelle. What am I going to do with you?”

She’s such a goddess. She always looks so put together from head to toe. It’s hard to believe she’s ten years older than me. She looks like she’s in her early thirties just like me.

I’ve had a major crush on her since becoming her assistant a few months ago. She’s so consumed by her work that she really doesn’t have a life outside of the office. Maybe this opportunity to travel with her will give us a chance to really get to know each other, especially the way I want to.

“Well, at least I know I’ll be in good hands.” She winks at me licking her lips.

She stands up walking over to the window glancing outside leaving me in a trance studying her narrow hips shimmying side to side slowly and seductively. Walking in her three-inch heels teasing me I imagine stripping her out of her clothes and fucking the hell out of her. The sun rays reflect off her shiny brown hair. She’s absolutely breathtaking. Her skirt is so short barely covering her tight ass. She bends down picking up a piece of paper on the floor. I gasp as her skirt glides up her thighs exposing a glimpse of her tight ass making me so fucking wet.

She appears so tense. I walk up behind her biting my lip trying to avoid what I deeply desire the most, kissing those full cherry lips. God, I crave her. I tenderly run my fingertips in her raven hair shifting her long silky ponytail to the side.

She gasps, as my warm hands caress her soft skin. “You startled me.”

My fingertips cascade back and forth over the nape of her neck. Goosebumps form on her flesh. “Someone is tense. Just try to relax.”

She exhales as my fingers explore her perfect shoulders teasing her sensual skin feeling her squirm under my touch. She gasps as I squeeze, tenderly gripping her sensitive flesh between my fingertips giving her a deep penetrating massage making her whimper and moan.

She glances over her shoulder and gazes into my eyes. “Mmmm. You’re hands are so magical. That feels so damn good.”

You have no idea how much pleasure I can bring to your body. I try to stay focused, “Just relax. There’s no need to stress.”

She arches her back leaning into me. I inhale her vanilla-scented locks. God, she smells delicious. My mouth is inches from the nape of her slender neck wanting desperately to kiss and nibble her flesh making a pathway to her sweet wet cherry lips. I bite down on my bottom lip while increasing the pressure, feeling her melt under my touch. She becomes putty in my hands.

“Mmmm. Oh, God, that feels so damn good.”

A text comes through interrupting our intense massage session. I sigh as she slips away. Once again, her muscles tense up as she reads the text from corporate telling us to get our ass moving if we want to be in Atlanta tonight before the big meeting tomorrow morning.

“Well, I guess we better get home, pack our things, and head off to Atlanta. At least we should have a nice hotel,” she says.

“Oh, really?” A devilish grin plays on my lips as carnal lust surges through my body sending tingles down my spine. The thought of spending the night in a hotel with her, just the two of us causes my mind to race. Hmmmm..that would be so damn hot. Maybe…just maybe…I’ll get lucky. My clit throbs desperately needing to be touched thinking about tonight.

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Sweet Taste Of Sin

Tori is a bridesmaid at her best friend’s wedding, but the big celebration begins when she sees her crush there. Frankie is her best friend’s sister, and Tori has wanted her for years. An innocent confession leads to a little under the table festivities before the main feast leading up to a backroom performance before the reception is over. The night ends in a hotel room with a mask, cuffs, whipped cream, and making Tori’s dream come true.

Sweet Taste Of Sin

 

“Can you believe I’m Mrs. Sanders now?” Quinn’s eyes grow wide and her cheeks flush with a huge afterglow.

I squeeze her tightly wrapping my arms around her slender frame and kiss her on her warm cheek. “I’m so jealous! You’ve made an absolutely stunning bride. Quinn you’re so damn beautiful.”

She twirls me around. “Look at you, Ms. Sexy. You’re the only one out of all the bridesmaids who actually fills out the dress. I’m so jealous of your perfect tits and your silky long blond locks. You look like a model.”

A smirk forms on my lips, as I strike a sexy pose with my hand on my hip exaggerating my stance, “Well, if you have it, flaunt it right?” I slap myself on the ass. “I’m just teasing.”

She pushes me on the shoulder teasingly. “Whatever, Tori. You know you’re a fucking sex kitten. You’ll find the right girl soon. I promise.”

“Where’s your new hubby?”

“Oh, he’s making his rounds with his buds. All I want to do is hang out with my best friend. I’ll have plenty of time to spend with him on the honeymoon.”

Her soft fingertips interlock with mine as she drags me to the bar. “Come on, let’s get buzzed and dance! It’s time to party!”

Quinn orders drinks for us. “Two strawberry daiquiris please.”

I take a sip of the ice cold refreshing liquid. “Wow! This is delicious!”

I feel a tap on my shoulder and nearly pour the frozen beverage all over my cleavage. My eyes widen and my pulse races. Frankie, Quinn’s older sister, is inches away from me. She’s been and still remains my biggest crush after all these years. She’s a total sexy butch. My clit throbs, aching as my eyes descend to her full luscious lips. God, she’s so fucking hot.

I can barely speak. She’s even sexier than ever, and she has no idea I’m into her. Her mouth opens ready to speak, but Quinn slips into her arms and kisses her. She squeals, “Frankie, can you believe I’m married?”

Frankie lifts her up and squeezes her in her arms. “My little sis isn’t so little any more.”

“Frankie, come chat with Tori and I.” Quinn turns to me and whispers in my ear. “Frankie finally came out to me. You better watch  yourself, she might make moves on you.”

I take a huge sip of the cool sweet drink trying desperately to distract myself from saying something embarrassing. “Ummm. I don’t think I’m Frankie’s type.” Damn I wish she would come on to me. My heart pounds in my chest. I can barely breathe.

Quinn takes off greeting her guests leaving me with my crush a breath away. Sweat beads on my upper lip as I turn around catching her gazing up and down my slender frame with a look of desire written all over her face. God her eyes are so fucking intense.

Frankie slips closer to me with a huge grin on her face. “How’s the daiquiri?”

“Absolutely, delicious.” My nerves are completely shot and without thinking I shove the drink in her face. “Try it.”

Her fingertips wrap around my glass barely touching mine. Her deep blue eyes penetrate my soul. Her left hand trails through her silky short raven hair shining under the soft lights above. Her lips are full in contrast to her high sharp cheekbones. Her mouth parts as her tongue slips along her full lips teasing me making love to the tip of the straw desperately wishing it was her tongue on my clit. God, I bet she can do wonders with that tongue. My eyes linger on her intoxicating clear glacier eyes once again. She takes a swallow of my drink and hands it back to me. Her fingertips trail over mine teasing me with her featherlike touch.

In her sexy husky voice she mutters, “Mmmm, delicious.”

I smile as my panties moisten, feeling my wet clit swelling in need of a quick release. God, my love button is throbbing relentlessly against the silky tight fabric cupping my wet pussy. Her fierce gaze descends down my sultry frame slowly and intently trailing a pathway from my full cherry lips to my prominent collarbone, paying special attention to my full luscious tits popping out of my tight midnight blue sleeveless dress.

“You look beautiful, Tori. You fill that dress out nicely.” She winks at me.

A rush of intense heat floods my cheeks. My knees tremble as she tortures me with her flirty compliments. What the hell is she doing to me? I take a big gulp of my sweet fruity drink trying to think of something to say other than, I so want you to slip your ice-cold tongue inside my wet pussy thrusting and impaling me deep while I scream your name making me come so fucking hard. All I can think about is her finger-fucking the hell out of me with her long delving fingers ramming them deep inside of my juicy wet pussy. I’m so fucking wet thinking about her going down on me and slipping my engorged bud inside her warm wet lips.

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Lesbian Flick

Looking to spend her afternoon watching the new Lesbian flick, Harlee races downtown on her motorcycle. The sexy hot Cougar finds herself in an empty theater with Zoe, a tall young brunette with sparkling dreamy bluish-green eyes and a sexy curvy frame. Zoe confesses she’s never been with a woman before. The experienced and confident Harlee dives at the chance to give Zoe an off-screen lesson, which Zoe is wide open to explore. The inexperienced Zoe is eager to practice her new skills on Harlee before the afternoon is over proving inexperience isn’t always a bad thing.

Lesbian Flick

 

Ahh, after this morning’s intense workout I sure can use a relaxing afternoon to unwind. Maybe I’ll check out a movie and meet my best friends tonight downtown for some drinks at one of the local lesbian bars. I check my cellphone and search for the movie show times at the theater to see what’s playing. There’s an independent lesbian flick starting soon that’s all the rave. Awesome. I could definitely use a little girl on girl visual stimulation.

I gaze at my reflection in my bathroom mirror making sure I look desirable just in case there are any sexy ladies at the theater. I mean it is a lesbian flick after all. I flex my biceps studying my physique. My arms are laced in tattoo sleeves. All of my ink tells a story about my past. I appear tough and hardcore on the outside, but I’m full of passion and desire. I’m quite impressed with how sculpted my body has become. I lift my t-shirt up slowly exposing my sculpted firm tummy. My six-pack abs are tight. I smirk and wink at myself as a rush of confidence exudes off of me. My platinum blond hair is pretty killer, buzzed short with razor cut layers framing my high cheekbones and dreamy clear blue eyes. My lips are full and kissable or so I’ve been told numerous times. My elongated bangs frame my flawless skin.

I dab on some spicy scented cologne. I turn around glancing down at my tight ass framed in my faded ripped jeans. My black t-shirt stretches tight across my pert breasts. My nipples harden as a rush of excitement flows through me. I can’t wait to go out tonight and hopefully have a hot hookup. I slip on a pair of my black boots. That should complete my look…strong, sexy, and confident.

I pull up on my black and chrome motorcycle turning the engine off. I hop off with my helmet in hand walking in my slow confident demeanor begging for attention. As soon as I enter the movie theater, the delicious smells of warm salty buttery popcorn bring a smile to my lips. I glance around looking for some delicious eye candy. Unfortunately, it’s pretty empty right now, but there’s always hope, right?

Walking over to the movie machine to purchase my ticket, I feel a light tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turn around and my knees nearly buckle. My heart hammers in my chest as my eyes interlock with the most stunning beautiful goddess I’ve ever seen. Her eyes are light bluish green with flecks of orange flares radiating off the center. Her smile can light up the darkest room. Her silky long wavy raven hair shimmers, as she shifts position.

Her cheeks deepen into a crimson haze as she speaks. “I’m so embarrassed I’ve never purchased a ticket using one of these machines. Technology and I really don’t get along. Can you show me how it works?”

My boy shorts dampen gazing down her sultry frame taking her all in from her tall black heels, sun-kissed long legs, and tight black mini skirt framing her rounded sensual hips. Her lacy white blouse is practically see-through shimmering under the lights above. My eyes cascade a long agonizing pathway back to her beautiful face.

I lick my lips focusing on her sensual full cherry lips as she speaks.

I can’t wipe the huge smirk off my face if I try. “Sure, I would be more than happy to show you. It’s really no big deal.”

She smiles and her voice trembles as she gazes down to my muscular biceps studying my arms laced in tattoos. “Thank you so much. I’m Zoe.”

I nod my head extending my arm to meet her soft warm hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Zoe. I’m Harlee.” She’s so damn beautiful. Her eyes connect with mine making my palms sweat. Usually I’m pretty calm and collected, but there is just something about her that keeps me on edge. “Are you here alone?”

She smirks and licks her lips. “Yes. And you?”

With a lascivious grin, I study her frame one last time meeting her eyes again. “Yep.”

Her lip curls up into a beautiful intoxicating smile. Her pearly whites reflect off the lights above.

I turn toward the ticket machine. “What movie would you like to see?”

Her cheeks flush deep crimson. In a soft bashful voice she mutters, “I was planning on seeing the hot girl on girl flick of course.”

Hmmmm. I sure hope she’s a lesbian. Today, might be my lucky day. I purchase two tickets for the next showing. “You’re in luck, Zoe, I’m planning to see the same movie and now neither one of us has to watch it alone.”

She licks her lips sizing my body up and down. “Awww. Thank you. You didn’t have to pay for my ticket. You’re a real sweetheart.”

I blush with those words. “Nonsense. It’s the least I can do for a pretty girl like you.”

She blushes as we walk over to the snack counter. I turn to her as she runs her fingers through her silky raven hair. Her eyes meet mine with her intoxicating gaze once again. They transition into a deep bluish hue. God, she’s so damn beautiful.

“Popcorn? Ice cream? Chocolate? What’s your guilty pleasure?”

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Lesbian Strip Tease

Jackie’s friends surprise her for her birthday with a trip to a hot lesbian club. The real surprise was being called up on stage for a lap dance from one of the sexy strippers, Carmen. The night gets even hotter when Carmen invites Jackie backstage for an intense private one-on-one session including props bound to make sure Jackie’s evening gets off with a proper special celebration.

Lesbian Strip Tease

 

Ding dong. I rise up from the couch reluctantly in my cozy flannel pants and tight t-shirt watching one of my favorite shows on TV.

I sigh and stamper off to the front door. “Coming.”

I wonder who it could be? Peering through the peephole, my tired eyes light up and I grin from ear to ear.

“Trish?”

My best friend nearly chokes me wrapping her arms around me. “Happy birthday, Jackie!”

I kiss her on the cheek as she spanks my ass playfully.

“You didn’t have to come all the way over here to wish me happy birthday. You could’ve just called me.”

“Are you kidding?”

I glance over Trish’s shoulder and hear Alexis screaming and panting running up to greet me. She nearly knocks Trish down giving me a huge hug slamming the door behind her.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!”

I’m so ecstatic. “Thank you both so much.”

Alexis turns to Trish. “How long do we have?” They both glance down at their cellphones checking the time.

I pout thinking they are about to leave already. “Do you have hot double dates tonight? You both look incredibly sexy. I love the tight matching blue dresses.”

Trish slaps me right away on my ass. “Hurry up, Jackie. We’re here to take you out tonight for your birthday.”

Alexis narrows her eyes at me disapprovingly. “What the hell are you wearing, girl? We need to fix you up right. You’re so getting laid tonight. Follow us.”

Trish grabs Alexis by the wrist as they begin tearing apart my closet trying to find the sexiest dress I own.

“Here, try this black dress on and then the red one.”

I slip out of my comfy clothes stripping down to my panties and matching bra. The black dress is snug and perfect, accentuating my voluptuous frame and perfect ass. I tug the stretchy material over my round hips and huge tits. Their eyes are instantly glued to my sexy frame.

As I bend down I hear Trish squeal. “Is that a tramp stamp, Jackie?”

Heat consumes my cheeks, and my gaze drops to the floor. I gulp hard. “Yes.”

“When did you get it?”

“A few weeks ago. It was an early birthday gift for myself.”

They’re shocked. I’m usually pretty conservative. I wanted to do something really erotic and uninhibited for myself.

“That is so fucking hot. Damn. Makes me want to fuck the hell out of you right now,” Trish said.

I tease Trish back. “Well, come fuck me.”

Her cheeks redden. I slap her on the ass. “Get over here and zip up my dress for me, sexy.”

They both gaze at me like I’m a piece of candy practically drooling. “God, you’re so fucking sexy, Jackie.” They push me in front of the closet mirror. “Look at your sexy curves. I’m so damn jealous.”

My eyes descend down to my huge cleavage spilling over the low-cut dress, clinching my waist, and barely covering my firm ass. I twirl around studying my lithe sexy body reflecting back at me in disbelief of how damn incredibly hot I look. I haven’t even had an occasion to wear this sexy dress yet. The tags are still attached.

“No need to try on the red one, hun. The little black dress is the one. Don’t you think so, Trish?”

Trish nods in agreement. “Hurry, Jackie. We need to go. The club is going to start soon.”

“Club?”

“Yeah, we’re taking you to the new hot lesbian club downtown. Hurry up.”

I slip on a pair of sexy black four-inch heels and dab some perfume on my wrists and the sides of my neck making sure I smell absolutely delicious. I slip inside the bathroom gazing at my platinum blond hair and light glacier blue eyes reflecting back at me. My hair looks exceptionally perfect tonight flowing along my sculpted shoulders dancing on my skin as I sway my hips back and forth. My dress is cut low in the back almost meeting my tramp stamp. God, I would so fuck myself. My pussy clenches as I bend over revealing my perfect cleavage. My nipples harden as I rub gently caressing along the fabric stretching over my voluptuous tits. My clit throbs. I know exactly what I’ll be doing tonight when I come home. Oh, I’m going to pleasure my pussy so damn good.

I dab on some deep red lipstick and outline my beautiful sparkling eyes in a smoky eyeliner making sure my glacier blue eyes pop against the darkness. I don’t even recognize myself. I look stunning like a sexy model out of a magazine.

I step out of the bathroom, and they are speechless sizing me up and down. “God, you’re so damn sexy. How are we going to compete with you tonight?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Whatever.”

We head to the club, and I’m so ready to dance and have fun with my girls and hopefully end up with a naughty birthday gift at the end of the night.

The music is booming with bright pink and blue neon lights everywhere. This is quite a provocative club with naked pics of women covering the walls everywhere. There are plenty of hot ladies in here tonight. Right away I notice a huge stage in the center of the room. I turn to Trish and tap her on the shoulder.

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Giving The Reader A Taste

Lisa finds herself in New York City for a meeting. Needing something sweet and something to wash it down with, she encounters Deena in a coffee shop who offers to fill those needs. Deena has no idea that Lisa is actually her favorite author who is about to turn fantasy into reality and later reality into fiction. Escapades in an alley lead to accolades in the hotel room as the two of them come together to fuel Lisa’s next book.

Giving The Reader A Taste

 

I check the time. I have about an hour or so to kill before my big meeting today. I’m craving a warm delicious cappuccino and a sweet pastry. New York City is truly an amazing place filled with so many shops and restaurants. It has an amazing vibe. Everyone is so energized. It makes me feel alive. The only thing that’s nerve wracking are the crowds of people…everywhere.

As I pay the taxi cab driver, I grab my leather jacket and glance across the street spotting a local hip coffee shop right away. Beautiful women sit outside sipping piping hot lattes on this beautiful sunny afternoon that is warming up fast.

All eyes are on me as I walk across the street nearing the entrance. I get attention wherever I go. Maybe it’s my tight fit body? My confident sexy walk? My sparkling hazel eyes or my short brown hair? Whatever it is, I love the attention, but sometimes it gets me into trouble. I’m in my thirties and have a muscular, yet sexy womanly frame with ample breasts. My biceps are laced in tattoos. It’s sort of an addiction of mine, being covered in beautiful sexy artwork. I definitely would categorize myself as pretty fluid with a slight shift toward butch. My love is my motorcycle. Back home, I’m constantly riding and hanging with some of my close biker chicks. I’m currently single and love my life, but at times it can get lonely and it would be nice to hold a girl all night long and kiss her full cherry lips when we wake up together in bed. It’s so hard for me to find a girl who will take me seriously and see past my exterior. Yeah, I’m that girl. All the sexy lesbians want to fuck me and then it stops there. They want to brag to their friends. It’s funny that whenever I meet a hot girl for our first date she usually mistakes me for a musician resembling a sexy rocker chick. I wish. I have special talents using my expert thrusting fingers and my lashing tongue, but playing music or singing aren’t one of them.

I slip inside the coffee shop. Damn the lines are long. I run my fingers through my silky short dark brown hair gazing at my hazel eyes reflecting in the mirror behind the counter. A few silky strands slip over my eye, as I playfully flip my head back, running my fingertips through my hair. I gain the attention of a few beautiful women gawking and winking at me in line.

I glance down at my cell checking the time. There are a few customers in front of me. As I near the barista, I get lost in her beautiful sparkling blue eyes and golden blond hair shining under the intense lighting.

“Can I help you?”

Her smile is wide, grinning ear to ear. She licks her lips lingering her gaze on my mouth as I speak. Fire ignites in her eyes. She’s full of desire. I see that look all the time, and it never gets old.

“I’ll have a cappuccino and a cinnamon roll.”

She smiles and whispers. “I’ve never seen you around here before. You’re so damn sexy. Are you a musician?”

I smile loving the attention. “No, I’m not, but I’m flattered that you think I am. I’m in the city for a couple days on business.”

She hands me my order and writes her number down on the back of my receipt. “Well, I get off of work in an hour. If you’re interested in sticking around, I can transform your business trip into a more pleasurable one.” She winks. Her cheeks are crimson red. Her right hand teases me as she arches her back and playfully caresses her breasts over her tight shirt while biting her lip. She’s full of desire.

I lick my lips. My pussy clenches. My clit aches and pulsates as my eyes descend down to her prominent breasts. Her nipples are hard and press deliciously against her white t-shirt. I imagine spreading her legs wide and trailing my fingertips slowly along her heated flesh until I tease her over her sticky panties, if she’s even wearing any. Back and forth, I’d run my fingertips up and down her slit making her eyes flutter and her clit swell under my touch. Then, I’d slip her panties to the side only when she couldn’t take it anymore and thrust two fingers deep inside her wet folds, deeper and deeper making her moan. God, I’m so wet thinking about fucking her in my mind. I take a breath and turn away trying to step back into reality. I wink and look around for an available seat.

“See you later,” she whispers.

I flirt back. “If you’re lucky.” I nod and walk off letting the pulsations in my swollen nub settle down.

Through the crowd of customers racing to obtain the very last seats in the coffee shop, I nearly drop my cappuccino. Right away my eyes are instantly drawn to her. Her long flowing brown hair with a hint of auburn highlights shines in the warm rays of sunshine reflecting off the window in the far right corner. I weave in and out across the room trying to avoid bumping into the crowds of customers and notice there is a vacant seat beside her. I’m sure she’s with someone, but I’m hoping she’s available. I try to look away, but she’s so beautiful…so breathtaking. She turns and faces me and smiles, her beautiful dark brown eyes locking with mine.

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Waves Of Pleasure

A weeklong stay at a women’s only tranquil resort on the beach is just what Justine needs to destress and unwind. She crosses paths with Skye, a gorgeous ginger yoga instructor, that she’s more than willing to bend backwards for. Justine’s cabin is next to Skye’s, and she gets a glimpse of Skye taking a shower while she gets wet in the hot tub. When the sun goes down and the two of them wander away from the campfire, Skye gives Justine a hands-on private lesson on her version of the downward dog pose while slipping her a treat for being a good girl.

Waves Of Pleasure

 

The sun is settling over the horizon leaving an intense fiery glow in its wake. The hues of red and orange reflecting against the ocean waves put me at ease. The sounds of the intense waves crashing as they pour in with a gradual crescendo before slipping back once again captivate my soul.

The setting here at Rest And Rejuvenation, a tranquil resort filled with cabins, hands-on massages, steamy hot tubs, late night campfires, and even a healthy juice bar on-site is a perfect place to unwind and de-stress, something I desperately needed. There’s something about this place that makes me forget everything and gives me a chance to bond with the other ladies and learn to unwind and be here…right now…in the present without any distractions from work. This was a gift from one of my clients back home. She’s been coming here for the past decade and swears by it. I decided to take her up on her offer. This is all new to me, but it’s time that I break out of my shell.

There are six cabins on the beach, each with their own amenities with a plush king size bed, super soft plush recliners, luxurious shower with large massaging and pulsating double heads, a gas fireplace, and our very own soothing hot tub. It’s incredible. The seagulls soar overhead as a salty breeze churns in the intense painted sky. The weather is perfect for our first yoga class along the soft sandy beach.

I’m so nervous. It’s time to meet the ladies. I slip on my tight yoga pants and a white tank top wrapping a fluffy white towel around my lithe body, snug and tight. I pull my long golden locks into a high ponytail and decide to go all natural…no makeup…just be my twenty-five-year-old sexy self.

I inhale the warm summer breeze, tasting the salt in the refreshing air as soon as I walk over toward the other five ladies across the soft cool sand. The way my feet sink in the sand caressing my toes with every step, keeps me grounded and settles my nerves as I meet the sexy women at the water’s edge.

A tall beautiful redhead locks her pale sparkling ocean blue eyes with mine. Her lips are painted red, so full and sensual. My heart hammers in my chest making my knees weak as soon as her fingertips link with mine. She shakes my hand. Her hands are so soft and warm.

“I’m Skye. I’m the yoga instructor. I know I haven’t seen a beauty like you before. What’s your name?”

Her gorgeous sparkling blue eyes descend down to my heaving chest and my lean yet muscular frame meeting my hazel eyes once again. Her smile takes my breath away. Her teeth are pearly white. There’s something about her that makes me want to know everything about her from that moment forward.

I take a deep breath sinking my toes further in the sand trying to calm my racing heart. A blush on my cheeks builds and intensifies. “My name is Justine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The other ladies quickly come over and introduce themselves, but my focus is on Skye. She is easily ten years my senior. She’s so beautiful…a true goddess with her ginger hair dancing on her skin, and a smile that lights up the evening sky. She holds my attention.

“Okay ladies. Please lower your mats down and let’s begin with some gentle stretches.” She puts on some soothing yoga music that’s calming. The ocean waves pour in with each beat of the serene  music. “We’re lucky to have such a peaceful tranquil night.”

The other ladies are focusing on their own bodies as they hold their poses, focusing on their breathing, but my eyes are on Skye. Her body is so perfect. My heart hammers in my chest as she moves up and down shifting her weight into each position, so strong and graceful. Her eyes remain shut as my gaze lingers up and down her tight frame studying every detail from the way her chest rises and falls with each breath to the way her hair cascades over her high cheekbones and bounces off her shoulders. When she lowers her flexible sexy body down on all fours bending over, I lose it. Her pert breasts hover in front of me spilling over her tank top making me so wet. I can’t stop staring. I’m in awe of her. My clit pulsates watching her breasts bounce as she moves almost in slow motion spreading her legs wide arching her back up to the sky.

“Keep breathing slow easy breaths, ladies.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and a gentle smile forms on her lips. She glances down to my heaving chest. My legs are spread wide stretching as far as my body can stand. I feel the weight of her gaze consuming me. My emotions soar in waves like the ocean meeting the shoreline. She becomes a silhouette surrounded by deep orange and red flames settling in the sky. The stars quickly make an appearance as we work on our final pose. We all bend over backwards in unison breathing in the night air. Our eyes are glued to the magnificent night sky. The waves rise and crash at a quicker pace as the tide moves in wrapping up our session.

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Steamy Neighbors of Lesbian Lovers Lane

The prestigious neighborhood of Sugarplum Hill has its own secrets. In charge of recruiting new neighbors is Reba Ross. Not only is she a realtor, but one of the sexy neighbors who enjoys the many perks it has to offer. Natasha Nichols is the newest addition, and Reba takes it into her own experienced hands to break her into the nuances of the street. Reba comes bearing cranberry muffins, but that’s not all she has to offer Natasha. Take a peek for yourself inside of Sugarplum Hill to experience a taste for yourself.

Steamy Neighbors of Lesbian Lovers Lane

 

Welcome to the secret neighborhood of Sugarplum Hill also known as Lesbian Lovers Lane. What goes on in this neighborhood would make the wildest kinkiest woman blush. To an outsider it’s your upper class prestigious neighborhood with perfectly manicured lawns, white picket fences, perfectly balanced landscaping, and McMansion-style houses in perfectly planned pastel colors, twenty to be exact.

Vicky Vella, the sultry neighborhood ginger grabbed her binoculars in a hurry. She nearly tripped over the nightstand trying to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous new owner, Natasha, through her bedroom window. Oh, and what a beauty she was. She was tall and muscular yet feminine with long luscious silky raven hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. She had on a tight red sundress that barely covered her perfect bubble ass and tall black heels. Vicky grabbed her cellphone and texted the sexy MILFs and cougars of Sugarplum Hill, all deliciously hot with an appetite for pure lust like no other. Who was going to get a taste of her first?

Reba Ross, the neighborhood realtor guru strutted her stuff shimmying her seductive hips from side to side as she walked across the street wearing a tight white skirt that accentuated her tight ass and sexy thighs wearing a tiny baby blue halter top that barely covered her heaving breasts. Most of the ladies in the neighborhood knew her oh so well, more than they would care to admit. She was a knockout. She was the very first owner in this pristine neighborhood and knew everyone inside and out, some multiple times. After all, she had her way with women. She was a natural when it came to recruiting.

She was an expert with her tongue and not just for kissing their full cherry lips. Oh boy, could she satisfy every time. No matter how much the neighbors talked smack about her, she would always leave them satisfied and begging for more.

Vicky sighed. “Fuck. I guess I know who’s getting a piece of her first. This is so unfair.”

Right away Reba Ross met the new vixen at the end of the driveway. A huge moving truck pulled up moments later. She gave her a tight embrace and handed her a basket of her signature jumbo muffins. Vicky desperately wished she knew what they were discussing, but all she could do was watch. Her nickname, Vicky “Voyeur” Vella, was given to her by the naughty neighbors. She was caught several times peeping into the neighbors’ windows while she masturbated watching them fuck. She couldn’t help it. This also caused the neighbors to keep their bushes tall because of her wandering eyes. It still never stopped her from trying.

“It’s so great to see you so bright and early this morning, Natasha.” Reba said.

Natasha’s cheeks blushed as soon as Reba threw her arms around her thin waist and pressed her large breasts against her own. She squeezed her tight, making her breath hitch. Reba’s heaving breasts were nearly exposed as Natasha’s arm accidentally lowered her top down inches from revealing her hard nipples. Natasha inhaled the sweet scent of her. God, she smelled delicious.

She gasped, as Reba raised the tiny fabric over her enormous cleavage. “It’s great to see you too. Today, is going to be a hectic day. Where on earth am I going to put all of my stuff?” Natasha’s eyes trickled down to Reba’s prominent breasts. She had a lascivious grin on her lips. Natasha licked her lips enjoying Reba’s company.

The movers interrupted as they unloaded the truck with endless boxes taking up the entire truck bed.

“Where would you like us to put all of your belongings, Ms. Nichols?”

“You could just stick them inside anywhere, and I’ll sort through them all. Thank you gentleman,” she said in a sexy raspy voice.

They sized her tight ass up and down nearly tripping over the landscaping as they walked across her lawn to the entrance of her new home.

She turned back to the stunning realtor once again. “Reba, thank you so much for these enormous cranberry muffins. They look amazing.”

Reba licked her lips and curled her fingers through her golden silky blond hair. “Sure thing. I’m so glad you decided to make Sugarplum Hill your new home. You’re going to love the neighbors.”

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