LESBIAN EROTIC ROMANCE
Lesbians Love Licking
10 Story Lesbian Erotic Collection
Nicolette Dane
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Your “Look Inside” Quickie
“Is this okay?” I said gently into her neck, ending my question with a couple of sweet wet kisses. I rubbed my palm back and forth along her thigh as I awaited her answer.
“Mm hmm,” she approved. “Keep touching me.”
My fingers slid up her shorts and petted Dinah in the crevasse of her leg. I could feel the humidity between her legs growing, moistening her soft, smooth skin. Her shorts had a built-in liner that adhered tightly to her lower body, and I traced my finger along the elastic edge of the liner, half on fabric and half on her skin. Up top, I continued to kiss her along her neck and up to her ear, causing her to shrug slightly and giggle.
“Tickles,” she said under her breath, a smile across her lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I cooed into her neck between kisses.
“Thank you,” Dinah said mellifluously, her face steeped in happiness and her hands dancing over my back.
With two fingers, I pried open the tight elastic of her shorts liner and slipped inside of it. Those same fingers began rubbing over her mound, completely shaven and smooth, catching the very top of her pussy lips with every few caresses. Little squeaks of delight came from her mouth as I did this. Dinah grinded up against me now, her hips gyrating and her shoulders slinking back and forth.
“That feels really nice, Mish,” she murmured.
“You’re hairless down here,” I said softly into her ear and running a single finger along her pussy lips below causing her to judder.
“The girls and I waxed each other yesterday,” she said. “It was my first time doing that.”
“You waxed everything?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said.
“Why don’t you take these shorts off and show me?” I said, kissing her neck one more time.
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.”
Your Third “Look Inside” Quickie
Kylie felt her breath quicken just slightly as she looked at Jen’s bare chest and stomach. She felt something odd inside her, something telling her to reach out and touch Jen, to tangibly feel this sexuality that Jen was so obviously conveying.
“Well?” said Jen, smiling and bouncing her breasts side to side.
“You’re so pretty,” blurted out Kylie, immediately turning bashful at her candid remark. Jen laughed and beamed.
“You’ve probably never seen a 45-year-old look this good, eh?” said Jen. “I know all the students talk about me,” she continued. “I love it,” giving a devilish grin.
“Everybody thinks you’re hot,” admitted Kylie.
“Do you?” said Jen.
Kylie nodded and tried to stifle a nervous smile, looking away toward the record player against the wall.
From her close-legged position, Jen climbed up and walked on her hands and knees across the couch toward Kylie. As Jen approached Kylie now, she stuck her head out and pushed her lips up against Kylie’s, a kiss that Kylie eagerly returned. The two women remained there kissing for a moment, Jen on her hands and knees, her breasts pointing down and moving just slightly, and Kylie sitting on the couch not knowing what to do with her hands.
Your Fourth “Look Inside” Quickie
Reaching down to her white panties, Dakota started to rub herself between her legs through the cotton fabric. She stretched her legs out to get a better angle, and fondled her clit slowly but steadily. The past few weeks, her fantasies had always been of Emily. It made her feel a little weird, but she enjoyed it so much that she stopped questioning it and just enjoyed it. Dakota reached into the elastic band of her panties and touched herself flesh on flesh, her finger gently rubbing her throbbing pussy lips, feeling the wetness that was now dripping from them.
While she rubbed herself she had a big smile on her face revealing her metal brackets, her brown eyes shut tightly, and she nuzzled deeper into the bed as the feelings intensified.
An image of Emily materialized in Dakota’s mind. She pictu
red Emily in a tank top and very short running shorts, revealing her long and smooth creamy white legs. Emily’s curly blonde hair was back in a ponytail and she was slightly sweaty from a run.
“Time for a shower,” Emily said in Dakota’s fantasy.
Emily slid her shorts off and kicked them from her feet, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush on her mound. She stood there and modeled for Dakota momentarily, and then she popped off her tank top and tossed it away revealing two perfectly pert tits with small, pointy nipples on the end of each.
“Ooomph,” moaned Dakota, her moist finger quickly massaging her clit in small circles. She squirmed slightly in her bed, kicking a white blanket off the bed with a reflexive and mindless movement. Suddenly she threaded both hands into the elastic of her panties and swiftly moved them down her legs and off her feet. Dakota flipped over on her stomach, buried her face into the pillows, and returned her fingers to her clit, rubbing rapidly in pressured motions.
Your Fifth “Look Inside” Quickie
Mandy was no fool. She pulled down her panties and kicked them off her feet, lying on her bed now only in a tank top. Flipping over to her stomach, she moved her hand down to her clit and started to massage it in slow, even circles.
She returned her thoughts to Alexa.
Mandy remembered putting her lips onto Alexa’s wetness, the juices soaking her lips and chin, and she could almost taste Alexa’s flavor on her tongue. It was musky, yet mildly floral and sweet. Mandy recalled being so infatuated by how clean shaven Alexa was, a completely blank slate, soft and smooth, and she considered how she never thought she would find that look sexy. Yet she did on Alexa.
Pushing her hips toward the bed, Mandy increased the pace of her rubbing but maintained her pressured and consistent method. She could feel her own wetness soaking her fingers, moistening her inner thighs, and beginning to dampen the bed sheet below her.
“Mmm,” she moaned into the pillow, muffling the sound so that her family downstairs wouldn’t hear her.
Your Sixth “Look Inside” Quickie
“Let me see!” said Melanie, jumping up off her stool. “I’ve never seen an Asian woman’s pubes before.”
“Holy shit,” said Paige. “You girls are too much! Am I blushing?” Paige felt her face and shook her head.
“You’re such a prude,” said Melanie. She walked over to where Grace stood. “Okay baby, show me.”
“Okay!” said Grace. She pulled up her white cotton skirt to reveal a pair of white silk panties. The skirt bunched up above her hips, resting there, and Grace reached into the elastic band of her panties. Pulling down the front, she showed a black tuft of willowy, soft-looking pubic hair, sticking about two inches out from her mound.
“Wow,” said Melanie, leaning in to get a closer look. “It looks so thin and delicate.” She looked up toward Grace’s face. “Can I touch it?”
“Sure!” said Grace, pushing her pelvis out to present for Melanie.
Melanie ran her fingers through Grace’s soft fur as Grace continued to hold her panties down in front. Now tracing just one finger over the hair, Melanie drew an “S” shape into Grace’s pubis and wrapped some of Grace’s hair around the tip of her finger. Grace moaned quietly.
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Table of Contents
Please Professor, I Need An A
The MILFs of Muffy Lane
Sweating With My Trainer
40-Love: Serving My Tennis Coach
My Braceface Girlfriend
Backdoor In My Bed
Mandy’s Best Friend
My Summer Babe
Our Sleepover Panties
The Ballerina: A Novella
PLEASE PROFESSOR, I NEED AN A
Kylie stood in the hallway of the English department, hovering around the closed door to Professor Martine’s office. Her heart was racing and her nerves were getting the better of her. Her freshman year was coming to a close and she had messed up. Her final paper for Professor Martine’s class had been a debacle, a total failure, and it was going to ruin Kylie’s GPA. Worse still, her ruined GPA would mean her academic scholarship would be in jeopardy. The whole thing was just one big nightmare.
Pacing back and forth, waiting for her turn, she could only think of the disappointment her family would feel for her failure. She had worked so hard to get that scholarship, and one botched term paper could bring everything crashing down. Could she even afford to continue at school if she lost her scholarship? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to fix this – someway, anyway, however she could.
The tall wooden door to Professor Martine’s creaked open and a young man, about Kylie’s age, sauntered out hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulder. Kylie approached him and stopped him in his tracks.
“How is she today, Tom?” asked Kylie nervously.
“Professor Martine?” said Tom. “Oh, she’s fine. She’s in a good mood.”
Kylie gave a sigh of relief.
“But she didn’t give me any options to bring up my grade,” admitted Tom. “So that’s that, I guess.” Tom shrugged and continued on, walking down the hall, leaving Kylie standing there in front of the door.
Kylie’s anxiety quickly returned. She ran her hand through her hair, and tried to blot the beads of sweat she felt accumulating on her brow.
“Kylie,” said a woman’s voice from inside the room. “You can come in now.”
Kylie took a deep breath, lifted her backpack up from off the ground, and pushed through the half-open wooden door, closing it tightly behind her.
Professor Martine’s office was open and bright, with rays of sunshine booming in from the large windows behind her desk. Two entire walls were bookshelves, crammed with Professor Martine’s personal library, and off to the far side of the room was a black leather couch.
“Come on in, Kylie,” said Professor Martine once again. “Sit down.” Behind her desk, Professor Martine sat straight with good posture. She had long dark brown hair, with styled waves tumbling down the front of her chest. Her face was framed with black glasses and she wore a casual black tee-shirt that accentuated her perky breasts beneath. For a woman in her mid-forties she was absolutely stunning, like a movie star aging gracefully, and had obviously taken good care of herself. Smiling at Kylie, she put a hand out to motion to the chair in front of her desk.
Kylie sat down, smiling timidly, and she set her backpack down by her feet.
“What can I do for you, dear?” asked Professor Martine calmly.
“Well,” started Kylie. “It’s about my grade on the final paper.”
“Mm hmm,” said Professor Martine, nodding knowingly.
“I messed up,” said Kylie. “And because of it, I may lose my academic scholarship.”
“So you just want me to change the grade?” replied Professor Martine.
“No, of course not,” said Kylie. “I want to make it better, Professor.” Kylie looked down and fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “I’ll rewrite it or take another test or whatever else. I really need to keep this scholarship.”
“The semester’s over, Kylie,” said Professor Martine. “I’m submitting grades tomorrow.”
“Really?” said Kylie, fretting with herself. Her face became unduly worried and her anx
iety inside was almost unbearable.
“Really, dear,” said Professor Martine.
“I’ll do anything,” said Kylie. “Is there anything that I could possibly do for you to raise my grade?” she said, looking earnestly at Professor Martine and pleading. “Please Professor, I need an A.”
Professor Martine sat there in silence for a moment, curiously looking at Kylie. She was young and lithe, typical of the 18-year-old freshman girls at the school. Kylie had dirty blonde hair, twisted up into a bun behind her head, and she wore a short blue jersey-knit skirt that landed at about mid-thigh as she sat in the chair. Up top Kylie had on a deep scoop-neck tee-shirt, partially revealing her cleavage. She was dressed casually and sweet, perfect for the budding spring season.
“Listen Kylie,” started Professor Martine. “First, call me Jen.”
“What?” said Kylie. “Jen?”
“That’s my name,” said Jen. “And that’s what you can call me.”
“Okay Jen,” said Kylie sheepishly.
“Second,” continued Jen. “This is going to get adult pretty quickly.”
“I am ready to be an adult,” said Kylie. “I can take responsibility for this.”
Jen laughed softly at Kylie’s naiveté.
“Dearest,” said Jen. “Listen. I’m willing to give you that A. But you’ve got to give me something.”
“What’s that?” said Kylie, her hands clammy.
Jen took a scrap piece of paper from her desk and picked up a pen. She started to scribble onto the paper and once finished she handed the paper to Kylie.
“That’s my phone number and address,” said Jen. “I live right off campus.”
“I don’t understand,” said Kylie.
“If you want an A,” said Jen. “You’ll come over tonight and let me do whatever I want with that sexy little body of yours.”
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