LESBIAN BACKDOOR ROMANCE
Enter The Backdoor
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Nicolette Dane
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood.
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Your “Look Inside” Quickie
“Okay,” said Nikki, returning to thought. “I’ve had sex with three guys but I’ve fooled around with about ten, I think.”
“Any women?” said Winona.
“Women?” said Nikki with surprise. “I guess I did just touch your tit!”
“That counts!” laughed Winona.
“I’ve never messed around with any girls, though,” said Nikki. “That’s not to say I’ve never been interested.”
“Oh?” said Winona, lifting an eyebrow.
“What about you?” said Nikki.
“Me?” said Winona. “Well, I’m bisexual. I’ve messed around with guys and girls. More guys, but I’ve been interested in women a lot more lately.”
“So is that why we’re both topless and drinking wine?” grinned Nikki, excitement brewing within her. She was finally beginning to understand why Winona had asked her over and plied her with wine. It was exhilarating.
“You’re seeing right through me, Nikki,” said Winona. “Busted.”
“Okay,” said Nikki. “I’ve got a sex question for you then.”
“I’m all ears,” said Winona.
“What do you think about anal?” said Nikki, her lips curling into a grin.
“I love it,” said Winona. “I used to be eeked out by it but after, um, participating in it a couple times I fell for it.”
“I love it, too,” said Nikki. “Actually, I prefer it.”
“You prefer it?” repeated Winona.
“Well, I like it anyway I can get it,” Nikki admitted with a laugh. “But oh yeah, I want anal every time I have sex.”
“You’ve got an ass built for it,” said Winona, peering around Nikki to catch a look at her ass bulging underneath the tight sweatpants. “I bet you’re a hit with the boys.”
“Maybe,” said Nikki coyly, her big brown eyes looking off to the side.
“Do you want to kiss?” said Winona suddenly. “I mean, if you’re interested in trying stuff with girls.”
Your Second “Look Inside” Quickie
“Let’s see what you’re all about,” said Darla as the screen came to life. The same video from earlier was on screen, paused from the lid closing, but portraying a still image of a woman working her own ass over with a black dildo. “Mmm,” Darla mused, tapping the spacebar on the laptop to bring the video to life.
Moans began to emit from the laptop speakers, the woman holding onto the dildo tightly as she grinded her ass back against it, her hole stretched open with the girth of the toy. Her rear was moist, her pussy dripping, and little goosebumps where hair had once been could be seen speckling her bare lips.
“Not bad,” said Darla, looking over toward Lucy with a grin. “This woman knows what she’s doing,” she said, returning her eyes to the screen and tilting her head slightly.
After a few moments more of watching the video and hearing the moans, Darla shut the laptop closed and dropped it to the bed.
“So you’ve been watching this and you still haven’t tried it out yet?” asked Darla incredulously.
“No,” said Lucy bashfully, smiling but looking off. “I just haven’t built up the nerve yet to do it.”
“Come here,” commanded Darla, giving her friend a sultry look. Lucy glided over to the bed and then cautiously sat down on the edge of it, fidgeting with her tight shorts. “Are you sure you want to do this?” said Darla in a whisper.
“Mm hmm,” said Lucy with a nod, though it was obvious she was feeling anxious. Darla crawled over the bed toward Lucy and sat on her knees, reaching her arms out and wrapping them around her friend.
“You know I like to share everything with you,” she murmured into Lucy’s ear. This sent tingles up Lucy’s spine causing her to squirm slightly where she sat. “You know I think you’re beautiful.” Darla’s blonde hair hung over Lucy’s shoulder as she embraced her. Slowly, Darla leaned in and kissed Lucy on the neck.
“Mmm,” sighed Lucy. “I think you’re so hot, Darla. My most gorgeous friend.”
“You’re my most gorgeous friend,” said Darla with a giggle, kissing Lucy’s neck a few more times. The soft wetness of her lips left residual marks on Lucy’s flesh, which she could feel coolly evaporating.
“Remember the first time we experimented?” said Lucy, closing her eyes and tilting her head. “You really made me feel good.”
“You didn’t tell anybody about that, did you?” said Darla, again kissing her friend’s neck, nestling her nose against Lucy’s skin, hanging lightly over Lucy with her arms around her.
“No,” said Lucy. “I just think about it a lot.”
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Table of Contents
LICK MY DOT
BACKDOOR IN MY BED
BLACK BABE BACKDOOR
LICK MY DOT
I was so happy to finally have my own apartment. After years of living in the dorms up at college, always having to share my room with somebody else, finally getting my own off-campus place was a breath of fresh air. I could walk around naked if I wanted to (and I often did), I could slack off on cleaning if I felt too overwhelmed, and I could have anybody over that I wanted without having my roommate raise an eyebrow.
When I first started college, I was so shy. I’d never even think of going up to someone I was interested in and try to chat them up. But being away from all that’s familiar, living in a place with seemingly very few rules, and just basically having the freedom to live my life as I saw fit really helped open me up to new people and to new experiences.
I certainly didn’t consider myself a lesbian, but a lot of my sexual perceptions changed when I met Amy. She was a beautiful redhead, busty and voluptuous, with a thick firm butt and a flat stomach. We had met in English class when I was a sophomore and she was a junior. Coincidentally we had sat next to each other in class on the first day and became fast friends after that. Amy introduced me to some authors she loved, like Djuna Barnes and Virginia Woolf, and we even worked together on a joint project for class. That project brought us even closer.
Amy was a lesbian and an incredibly sexy one at that. S
he was very well put together, her hair often done up in glamorous curls, her makeup styled just right for her complexion, and she wore really nice clothes. She let it slip out, eventually, that she came from a wealthy family, though she tried her best to not let the abundance of money in her life affect her. She wasn’t always successful at that.
Although Amy knew that I wasn’t a lesbian, she didn’t quite know that I had grown curious of being with another girl. I was embarrassed to talk about it, because it was Amy, fast becoming my best friend, who inspired me to consider what it would be like. One night, sharing a bottle of wine at Amy’s place, studying together, we got to talking about our sexuality.
“Any guys in your world lately, babe?” Amy asked.
“Nah,” I said. “They’re all a bunch of dweebs.” She laughed at me.
“Have you ever thought about coming over to my side?” she said, giving me a little push as we lay together on the floor with our stomachs against the carpet, books open in front of us.
“Well…” I said, giving her an indefinite answer and leaving it open to her interpretation.
“You’re kidding!” Amy exclaimed. “You have thought about it!”
“I’ve thought about it,” I said, affirming her assumption.
“Do tell,” she said, rolling over on her side, propping her head up in her hand with her elbow on the ground below. “Who is she? Someone in one of your classes?”
“Not exactly,” I said.
“Someone from the restaurant where you work?” she posited, grinning with excited interest.
“No,” I said. “I mean, it’s nobody in particular,” I went on, even though I was enticed most by Amy, with her creamy pale skin, the auburn ringlets dangling down her face, her sultry knowing smile, and her ample chest. “I’m just… curious, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” Amy said with a wryness permeating her face. “You want to try some pussy.”
“Amy!” I said, feeling slightly nervous. “You’re such a goof.”
“Do you want to try kissing me?” she put forth, her green eyes dancing with enthusiasm. I knew she found me attractive. I’d often catch her checking me out when we were getting ready together and she loved smacking my small ass as we primped in the bathroom in just our knickers.
“I’m nervous,” I said, being honest though secretly twirling inside. I could feel my heart fluttering and my breath quickening.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t bite.”
“That’s actually what I was afraid of,” I said teasingly, inciting a cute cackle out of Amy.
“Come here,” she said, a tender smile now across her lips. She really was a sweet and caring friend, and I would guess equally excited about what was happening.
We closed in on each other, me slowly and with trepidation, and Amy with an eager earnestness. As our lips softly met I felt a passionate rush move through me, a mixture of exhilaration and lust bubbling up and coming out with a fiery intensity. I pressed into Amy and she into me, our hands beginning to work over each other’s bodies, exploring and navigating.
Our kiss went on for a while, moist and succulent, our lips intertwining and prancing, until Amy gently rolled on top of me, burying her face into my neck and sweetly kissing my goosebumped skin, nibbling and lightly sucking. Before I knew it, her hand had moved up my chest and was cradling my small breast over my t-shirt. I didn’t want any of it to stop. The attention felt amazing.
After necking on the floor for about half an hour, our hair lightly tangled, jeans unbuttoned, each other’s bodies groped, intensified breath, and a growing wetness in our knickers, Amy pulled back and spoke up.
“Caroline,” she said adoringly, nuzzling her nose against my cheek.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Do you want to go into my bedroom?”
And we did. Amy was gentle with me, but sexy and firm, showing me what it was like to be with another girl. I loved it so much that Amy and I started seeing a lot more of each other, sleeping over and fooling around, touching and poking and prodding at one another.
But we kept it secret. Her family didn’t know that she was a lesbian and I was just experimenting and having fun. We tried to keep it light, friendly, and easy.
Our passions for each other, however, had other plans. As we spent more time together, our fucking grew more heated, more experimental, and more lusty.
It was soon after that I discovered that Amy had a thing for anal sex. She loved having her ass licked and once she found out I was cool with it all, she would often request me to put stuff in it, slowly pull out her anal beads, or double penetrate her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
During our lovemaking, Amy would bury her face into the pillows, stick her ass up in the air and widen her stance. She would wiggle her backside in a sultry movement and tell me exactly what she wanted.
“Lick my dot,” she would say. Her ass and pussy were always hairless and clean, immaculate and well prepared for everything our night might have in store.
And I loved licking her from behind. Her ass was perfect and round, smooth and supple. With my nose in her crack, smelling the light fragrance of sexual sweat, my tongue would lap at her from the base of her pussy, over her puffy lips, along her taint, and finally into her ass.
So on the first weekend living in my own apartment, everything organized to my liking, I was thrilled to have Amy over to celebrate, to drink wine, and to fool around.
I heard a knock at my door around 8PM that Saturday night while I was checking myself out in a full-length mirror I had screwed into the wall near the kitchen. I wore a thin grey tank top and no bra, not really needing one with my small chest, and a pair of black terry cloth short shorts. I primped quickly at my shoulder length dirty blonde hair, gave myself a smile to check my teeth, and scurried over to the door to let my best friend in.
“Caroline!” Amy exclaimed as I opened the door. She wore a tight dark blue v-neck tee, the neckline swooping down and exposing her pale cleavage, and a black and white nautical striped skirt that hung just above her knees. Across her body was her tattered corduroy purse, slung low against her hip, and she carried a bottle of red wine in her hand.
“Amy!” I said in reply, the two of us instantly embracing tightly and swaying side to side.
“I brought your favorite,” she said, holding the bottle up as we stepped back from our hug. “Rioja from Spain!”
“Get in here,” I said, stepping to the side to allow Amy to enter. As she came into the apartment, she looked around and nodded her head approvingly, setting the wine bottle and her purse down on the small dining room table just off a bit from the apartment entryway.
“This place is cool,” she said. “It’s totally sweet to have your own apartment, isn’t it?”
“You bet,” I said. “I think I spent the whole morning walking around naked.”
“I would have liked to see that,” she said, making a swift move toward me, bringing her hand up to my cheek, and planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Mmm,” I sighed as I returned her kiss.
“Let’s open this wine,” she said with a grin as our lips parted. I smiled and nodded enthusiastically as Amy scooted into the kitchen to find a couple of glasses and a corkscrew.
I watched her as she sauntered into the kitchen, the roundness and firmness of her ass apparent under her skirt, pumping up and down with each step.
We sat on the couch, each with a glass of wine in our hand, laughing and talking, pawing at each other ardently, stealing the occasional kiss. We were best friends, certainly, but by that point it had become something more, regardless as to how we behaved in public. Close the door, and it was difficult to keep our hands off of one another.
I pressed my palm into Amy’s bare thigh, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, and leaned in to kiss her once more. I held my wine glass up high as we kissed, careful not to spill it.
“Mmm,” she said. “It’s so nice to kiss you with win
e lips.”
“I know,” I agreed, drunken with lust for this pretty redheaded bombshell.
“I have something I want to show you,” said Amy lasciviously, her eyebrows indicating a lusty conspiracy.
“What’s that?” I said.
“Take a look,” she said, setting her wine glass down on the table in front of the couch. Hopping up onto her knees, Amy bent over with her elbow bracing herself on the arm of the couch, her ass thrust out in my direction. With her other hand, she reached behind herself, and pulled her striped skirt up over her ass, letting the fabric rest on her lower back.
Underneath she wore a pair of lacy and ornate bright pink knickers. They looked perfectly coordinated against the pale skin of her thighs and ass.
“Nice knickers,” I said, tilting my head slightly to take in this sensual image of her rear.
“That’s not it,” she said. “Look.” Amy grabbed onto her knickers by the leg hole under her ass cheek and yanked it over to the side, exposing her soft, hairless underside below the tensile pink fabric. Her pussy lips were puffy and full, her inner labia poking out just slightly, fleshy and inviting, but it was her other hole that she wanted to show me. A round red jewel about the size of a half-dollar coin obscured her asshole. Amy wiggled her backside and giggled.
“It’s a new plug,” she said. “Red to match my hair.”
“I like it,” I said, reaching out and running my fingertip over the jewel with a bit of pressure. Amy could feel it and it caused her grind her ass a bit.
“It really turns me on walking around with it in there,” she said. “Mmm, it’s nice feeling filled up.”
Putting my fingers around either side of the jewel, I slowly and methodically gave it a tug. The stainless steal plug, held tightly up Amy’s ass, caused her hole to dilate just slightly, the crinkled rim opening up to reveal the faintest vision of the metal inside of her.
“Caroline,” she said with a sultry groan. “Do it again.”
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