Awakened: Five First Lesbian Sex Erotica Stories

by Nancy Brockton

  A vague flash of panic rose in me as I thought of my poor abandoned third grade class and then, her mouth was on me and my mind went blank as I felt her push against me and thrust her tongue deep inside me. An instant wave of pleasure rolled over me and made me shake. Involuntarily, my hands flew down and held her head as my hips moved up. I focused intensely on the sound of her tongue and lips licking and sucking on me. I groaned and gripped her hair. She moved to my clit and began giving it long, rough strokes with her tongue that made me cry out. I’d never had a man focus such attention on me in the way that Mandy was doing now. I felt my pussy begin to throb and I knew that I was already on the edge of a tremendous orgasm.

  Then, Mandy stopped and with a jump, she was beside me on the bed, kissing my face, my neck and pulling me on top of her as she rolled onto her back. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her body against mine. I shivered as I felt her pussy brush mine and then, her hands were urging me around, her legs releasing me and helping to direct me so that I eventually was on my hands and knees above her with my face poised right above her pussy. I stared down at her like I didn’t know what was in front of me until I felt her legs wrap around me again and pull me down. At the same time, I felt her hands on my ass and then, her mouth was back on me, her tongue inside me. I moaned and lowered my mouth to kiss her pussy.

  I didn’t know what I was doing. I was just following her lead. I let my fingers tease along her pussy lips and then, I parted them and kissed gently on her clit and lower. I felt her respond, thrusting her hips up eagerly to meet my unsure movements. Her legs fell to either side of me as she pushed up and brought her pussy up to meet my tentative tongue. I licked softly and heard her moan and then, she began to furiously suck and lick at me, massaging my clit with her tongue until I was on the edge again. My body shook above her and I stopped what I was doing to pay attention to what was happening. I’d never felt such a strong build of sensation, and every nerve in my body was trembling as she stroked me with her tongue.

  She didn’t let me stop for long. Grabbing me around the waist, she again rolled on the bed so that she was now the one on top and I was below her with her pussy pressing into my face. She lowered her pussy to my lips and began to rub against them, moving faster and faster as her own tongue worked wildly on my pussy. I cried out when she thrust her fingers into me and began fucking me with them hard and fast. Without thinking, I did the same, bringing my fingers up to slip deep inside Mandy’s pussy. The feeling of her wet slit closing around my fingers while her tongue and fingers worked inside me brought me closer and closer. The two of us worked in a crazy rhythm until Mandy suddenly cried out. “Oh fuck, Hol, I’m gonna come! Oh fuck, oh yes; oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

  Mandy’s body jolted up hard against my mouth and I could feel her pussy spasm and grip my fingers. Wet warmth flowed over my fingers and her body twisted above me as she continued to moan and cry out. Her loss of control made me feel even closer and I began to move my body, trying to draw Mandy’s attention back to me. I was desperate to feel her tongue on me again. Finally, her head fell forward and I felt her hot breath over my pussy as she worked to calm down enough to finish with me. I moaned in agony, waiting for her to lick me, to touch me, to slide her fingers inside me and to fuck me. I trembled as I felt her mouth just a small space above me. My pussy throbbed and I felt a familiar building of tension deep inside me and then, she let her tongue slip in to give gentle licks to my clit.

  I exploded in a hard spasm of pleasure that rocketed out from my pussy through every nerve in my body. The sensation burrowed deep within me at the same time, making my pussy clench hard around her fingers as they began to thrust slow and deep, in and out of me over and over. I’d never experienced such an overwhelming orgasm in all my life. As the spasms overtook me, my body went rigid and then relaxed before going rigid again with an even stronger wave of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and felt Mandy fall on top of me and then to the side as she lost her strength and shook beside me.

  We seemed to lie there for hours, our bodies shaking, our breathing rasping in tandem as we fought to control our muscles and our senses. I felt her hand stroke my body in a tender gesture and I practically screamed as it sent another spasm through me. She giggled and thrust her hand between my legs, teasing me mercilessly until I rolled away from her and managed to weakly pull myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. My head was swimming and when I stood, I almost fell right back on the bed. I made my unsteady way to the bathroom and closed the door. My mind tried to make sense of everything but each remnant of my climax drove my thoughts into useless puddles. I started the shower and stepped in and let the water work at clearing my head.

  A few moments later, I heard the bathroom door open and then, Mandy was stepping into the shower with me. My mind dropped all thought again. “I . . .I don’t . . .” I could only stutter.

  Mandy just shook her head and gave me her sweet smile. “You’re still so tense, Hol. What else can I do to help you relax?”

  The question seemed so ridiculous that I laughed out loud. “Mandy, what the fuck are you doing in here?”

  She shrugged and stepped under the water with me. “I just thought maybe you needed a little more permission to say Fuck it today.” She reached out and ran a hand over my wet hair and down my back. A spasm hit my pussy in response and I groaned. “Every once in a while, Holly, it’s okay to say fuck it to everything and just give it a rest.”

  I looked at her, the water streaming over her body, her beautiful body that I’d just touched and kissed and finger-fucked. I grinned. “Okay then, Mandy, fuck it.” I reached out and pulled her against me, rubbing my wet body up and down hers.

  Mandy smiled. “Well, that’s a nice change. I’m happy to see you let loose.”

  I nodded and put a finger to her lips. “Mandy, I thought I told you to fuck it.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of me. Twisting my hands in her wet hair, I brought her face up to my pussy. Her tongue searched and found my clit, making me shudder and almost lose my footing. I planted my feet more firmly as she thrust into my wet opening and I let my worries die down for a while longer. Her eager moans and sighs as she worked her mouth on me helped everything recede.

  It was remarkably anti-climactic when I took the day off. They had substitutes on call, and there wasn’t so much as a funny look. Of course, I didn’t feel an ounce of resentment the next time Holly called and invited herself over. I just stayed in bed and waited for the doorbell to ring.

  My Marlena

  (The Lesbian Awakening Business Trip)

  An Explicit Lesbian Romance

  by Melody Anson

  all rights reserved copyright 2015 by RW Futures Erotica

  “I sleep with women, too,” she said, and I felt a completely unexpected burst of arousal. The funny thing was that the conversation had started out really awkward and then got relaxed and that comment made it awkward again.

  The business trip had been long and even though it was successful and gave me plenty of reasons to celebrate, I needed the damned drink in my hand. When I sensed someone sitting next to me at the bar, I hoped desperately that nobody would try to pick me up. I was thankful to hear a woman’s voice but confused when the voice said, “Well, if you’re working here tonight I better try my luck at the Harlander.”

  I turned to look at the woman. I noticed first that she was stunning, a lovely brunette with eyes so blue they seemed almost unreal, like they were painted on and not natural. She noticed that I had no idea what she was talking about and then she looked embarrassed. “Oh God,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

  It took me a minute to realize she’d thought I was a prostitute. I was shocked but I also found myself intrigued, and I told her I thought it was flattering that she thought I had what it took to make a go of it. We got past the initial embarrassment and ended up in a booth, sipping our drinks and talking like we’d been friends for years. She looked like she was in her l
ate twenties, and I was right. She told me she was twenty-eight and she’d done calls to pay for college and then kept doing it when she found out her degree entitled her to a job earning forty-two thousand dollars to start. She made close to twenty-thousand dollars a month and only worked four days a week.

  She made as much as me.

  She made as much as me and on a light week I worked sixty-five or sixty-six hours. I suppose with my stock options, my 401k, and my health benefits I made more but it was still pretty damned crazy. I asked her how long she was planning to do it and she laughed because she saw right through the question for what it really was, and interest in knowing when she’d be too old. She was beautiful but would she still be beautiful at thirty-eight?

  “I have regular clients, fourteen of them. Most of them see me once a month, a few see me twice and two see me every week. Usually I’m booked solid but if a day I plan to work comes up when I’m not I hit the conventions like this. Many who do what I do have eight or nine clients a day. They’re the ones who get used up in a year or two, and everything they do gets robotic.”

  “Was it hard when you started? I mean I know we’re all adventurous in college but…” I was definitely kind of slutty in college. I’d considered stripping to make money but I’d never considered being a call girl.

  “I was lucky. My first client was really wealthy, and he was a sweet guy. He was a widow and he didn’t want romance. I guess he couldn’t be romantic without feeling like he was betraying his wife. He wanted platonic companionship and then sex. That was it. I went to his house. We watched television and talked. There was no flirting or anything like that. He told me about his day and then he took me into his bedroom and screwed me. It was like friends with benefits except he paid me.”

  “But what about the other clients?”

  She shrugged. “He saw me twice a week all through my freshman year of college. I never had another client until I was a sophomore and I always built up regulars. None of my friends knew what I did. They thought my parents were rich.” She leaned in and smiled conspiratorially at me. “The crazy thing was that they all thought I was kind of prudish. If you want to know something crazy, compared to a few of them, I was kind of prudish.”

  I found her fascinating, and it was strange to think that the two of us, two women who came from different worlds, could really be friends. Actually, we didn’t really have too different of a background, I suppose. I’d always thought if someone became a prostitute it meant they had to have been pushed into it or forced into it. Marlena wasn’t like that at all. She’d chosen the profession and she thought the stereotype was largely media-made, that both feminists and right wingers were extremely prudish but for different reasons.

  “I mean, fuck, JoAnne. People protest for the right to control our bodies when it comes to abortion but they act like we have to be victims if we spread our legs for anything else. Right wingers think we’re sinners and left wingers think anyone paying us for sex is assaulting us. It’s bullshit. It’s my body. I’ll sleep with anyone I want to, and whenever I want, and that’s that. I sleep with rich me, middle class men, and even poor men who save up for something special. Speaking of that, I’ve saved seven-hundred thousand dollars. When I hit eight-hundred I’ll be done and, I don’t know, write a book or open a bar or something. All the judgmental fucks would have denied me that and told me it was for my own good.”

  Then she added that line that threw my mind into the blender. “I also sleep with women.”

  Okay, prior to that I’d certainly imagined her in the middle of sex. How could I not? How could you find out someone is a prostitute and not imagine her having sex? It had been all academic, though. She was beautiful but I hadn’t been turned on or anything. When she mentioned she slept with women, though, it was like a jolt of electricity to my clit. My clit and my nipples, actually. It was so strange to feel an immediate and rather overwhelming sense of arousal. Sure, I’d fantasized about lesbian sex as much as the next girl but never specifically, never when I could immediately do something about it.

  “Oh my God,” Marlena said, “We were having so much fun and now I ruined it. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to proposition you. Now you think the whole conversation was just bullshit to get money from you, I—”

  I shook my head. “I’m not offended. I didn’t think that. I just…” I took a deep breath. “I want to hire you.” She looked at me curiously and I said, “Oh Jesus! Now you must think I was only talking to you to see if you…” The words trailed off and she smiled and then we both laughed like crazy.

  Marlena said, “What do you say we both stop trying to figure out what the other one might think about our motivations?”

  I nodded, and it was odd to be suddenly at ease. I said softly, “I’ve fantasized about being with a woman but never seriously enough to do anything about it or maybe just never with the opportunity in front of me.”

  She smiled and said, “And now you have it.”

  I smiled but then said, “You know what? I really like you though.” I sighed. “I mean, I could see us really becoming friends and I wouldn’t want… I travel here every two or three weeks and hanging out with you has been really fun. I mean…”

  She smiled at me. “I like you, too. So let me give you a freebie.”

  I stared at her in shock. “I have plenty of money, Marlena.”

  She laughed. “No. That’s not what I mean. Look, if we sleep together it might get weird. Who knows? But it won’t get weird by me because I don’t get weird about sex, so if you can handle it we’ll still be able to be friends. Hell, we might even be friends with benefits.” She winked at me. “If we keep the money out of it, it won’t get weird for me.”

  I looked at her and said, “But doesn’t that mean I’m taking advantage of you?”

  She laughed. “What do you do?”

  “I fix companies. That’s an oversimplification but essentially I fix things when they’re broken.”

  She nodded. “I knew you were smart. So tell me this. If a friend of yours had a business problem and you found out about it, would you give them some advice?”

  “Of course I would.”

  “And would that mean they were taking advantage of you?”

  I laughed. “I see your point. But even though I like you, it’s not like we’re really friends yet. I mean, I want us to be but we just met.”

  She giggled. “Would it help if I said you were hot as hell and I want to fuck you?”

  Again, the arousal swept over me. I had to take a drink of my cocktail and when I finished I said. “Yeah. That helps. Jesus.”

  She smiled at me. We’d just about finished our drinks, and I signaled to the bartender but Marlena stopped me. “They have a minibar in your room, right?” I nodded, nervous and excited. Okay. Terrified is a better description than nervous. “Well I fix a mean whatever the hell you want to drink. Let’s go upstairs.”

  I nodded and we both stood and headed to the elevator. She held my hand when we got in, and there was something so damned electric about that. “Look,” she said. “I’m the same girl I was downstairs. You know, my real name is Marlena. My professional name is Sonata. None of my clients know that. You’re with me, not with a call girl. Just enjoy it. I sure as hell will.” When she said the last sentence, she squeezed my hand and it was like my hand was a sex center. I gasped, and she giggled.

  How I was able to make it to the door of my suite, I’ll never know. I made it, though, and Marlena was right there with me. I used the key card to open the door and she walked right inside. I closed the door behind us and she began undressing. “Aren’t you going to fix drinks?” I asked. My voice almost broke as I said the words.

  She smiled at me. “After. Now you can either get that dress off or I can take it off you. One way or another you’re going to be naked on the couch in a minute.” As she said it, her dress fell to the floor. She was stunning, beautiful. I stared at her as she stood in just her bra and panties and almost fel
t paralyzed as those came off. She stepped out of her heels and smiled at me. “Okay,” she said. “I’m undressing you, then.” A moment later I was on the couch in just my panties and my stockings, and there was something so damned erotic about the way she rolled the stockings down my thighs, over my knees, and then over my feet. I was so nervous I was afraid I was going to start giggling so I looked away and bit my lip. I felt her get on the couch next to me, and then her hand touched my leg. I breathed out a sigh as she ran her hand over my thigh, up over my naval, and then ran a finger between my breasts and over my throat.

  Marlena’s fingers were cool on my skin, so it was strange to feel heat running through me as she touched me. It was remarkable actually. I was pretty sure that nobody’s touch had ever thrilled me the way that hers did. I turned my head back and immediately she put her lips on me. It was such a strange and unique experience for me. It was strange enough to find myself attracted to a girl, but to actually see the culmination of that attraction was profound. I lifted up my hand and put it on her cheek as she kissed me, and she took her hand, put it on my other hand and then it was my fingers I felt on my skin. She ran my hand up and down my leg as her tongue softly explored my mouth, and then she moved it so that suddenly I was touching myself through my panties. It was such a strange but wonderful experience. She rubbed me that way for a while, using my hand to rub me as her tongue continued its gentle flicking and soft kissing. It was beautiful.

  She kept it up for a long while and then took her hand off of mine. For some reason I kept touching myself. She reached for my nightgown and lifted it up so that suddenly I was naked from the waist up. She didn’t touch my breasts and I thought she would, but simply pulled my hand from my panties and a moment later I was naked. Completely naked, there on the couch. She smiled, spread my legs, and without any hesitation at all, she simply put her mouth on me. People had gone down on me before but it was nothing compared to what Marlena did. The sensations were astounding, absolutely staggering. As she licked, she reached for cushions and then lifted me up while still keeping her mouth on me to slide the cushions underneath my ass.