by Ily Goyanes
Marisa had come close to touching Jaysa’s breast the other day when they had tongue-kissed. Marisa had been able to taste Jaysa’s sweet mouth when they had been talking about their past sexual experiences. Jaysa said she had an ex-boyfriend who kissed like a snake, and when words failed to describe his lack of skill, Jaysa decided to put on a physical demonstration. Which went from being a sort of funny, serpentine kiss to a real passionate, deep tongue-kiss that left them both panting and moist. Marisa continued that kiss by offering to demonstrate how good one of her exes used to kiss. This led to a ten-minute makeout session between Jaysa and Marisa. After, Jaysa asked how Marisa could’ve broken up with someone who kissed so well. Marisa reveled in the compliment, completely reciprocating it by telling Jaysa that it takes two people to kiss well. Then Jaysa asked Marisa if she minded kissing her. Marisa answered that it was the opposite; she actually enjoyed it. When she also assured Jaysa that there was nothing wrong with them kissing, Jaysa smiled at the comment. Then she told Marisa good night and nestled into Marisa’s body the way she did when they slept together. Marisa had a difficult time falling asleep that evening. She was so stimulated and also agonizing over what that smile had meant. And why the apparent brush-off? Didn’t Jaysa feel anything? Didn’t Marisa excite her? Could she have misjudged this one so badly?
The next day gave her the answer: Jaysa confronted Marisa. She asked why Marisa hadn’t made a move. To say Marisa was in shock would be an understatement. She must’ve stared at Jaysa for a full minute before responding. How to answer her? Marisa’s agonizing last night was nothing compared to this fear, personified by the bold freshman standing in front of her demanding to know why Marisa hadn’t done what she so wanted to do. “I know you want me. So why haven’t you made a move?” Jaysa had a way with words, with everything really. A hundred responses ran through Marisa’s mind, from denial to a physical answer. She finally settled on the truth. No games for once. “Because you have me all mixed up. I don’t know how to approach you. It’s the only time this has happened to me. I think it’s because you’re so self-possessed.” Jaysa laughed. She then told Marisa that she had been waiting for her to do something since the first time they had hung out. “See, that’s what I get for playing along. I don’t do games. But I thought you wanted that… I thought you wanted to be the aggressor. So I was waiting for you to do something…but you never did. Not really, anyway. I’ve had girlfriends before, you know? I’m completely into girls, always have been. I don’t have a problem with it.”
This confrontation completely reaffirmed all the admiration Marisa had for Jaysa. This girl was something else, for real. “Well, you kind of do something weird to me. I’ve never really felt like this about anybody. You make me feel self-conscious,” Marisa responded honestly. She felt a relief and a panic from this encounter. So Jaysa was into her; that was good news. She was also very dominant apparently, which Marisa wasn’t sure about. She was aroused though, she had to admit, by Jaysa’s ballsiness. The way Jaysa was upfront about her sexuality and her desires was very refreshing. Marisa played games because everyone else did and she had to assure her own safety. She didn’t want to put herself out there, be completely vulnerable. Apparently Jaysa had no qualms about being vulnerable, which made Marisa want her even more.
Jaysa grabbed her hands, “So, are you ready to stop playing?” Jaysa was standing in front of her in cutoff jean shorts and a wife-beater with no bra. Marisa could practically taste Jaysa’s nipples through the tank top. Why was she so nervous? Maybe it was because she wasn’t in control of this situation the way she had been with all the other girls. Or maybe because Jaysa had something to compare her to. Marisa wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to know, either. She just wanted to enjoy the time with Jaysa. Also, this was her last year with Jaysa: in June she was graduating. So she just nodded. Jaysa pulled her into the bedroom from where they were standing on the veranda. Finally Marisa was going to get what she had been pining after for so long.
That night Marisa had the best sex she ever had. Jaysa was a considerate and experienced lover. Marisa had so many orgasms she lost count. Jaysa really knew how to pleasure a woman, in every way. They spent what seemed like eight hours exploring each other’s body. Jaysa told Marisa that the experience was “mind-blowing.” They took two showers together during the long night. The sex in the shower was so hot that Marisa almost came just looking at Jaysa’s glistening breasts and thighs.
Jaysa liked to fuck hard and Marisa had no problem with that. She would pound her fingers into Marisa furiously, making her come dozens of times. She also used a strap-on dildo, which Marisa had never experienced before. It was a little painful, but as Jaysa said, “It’s hard to find pleasure without any pain.” Marisa got used to it quick. Jaysa also had a habit of biting—no, more like chewing—on Marisa’s nipples. This drove Marisa crazy, because no girl had ever done that to her before and it felt so good. After such an amazing experience, there was no way either of them wanted to lose touch after the school year ended. Marisa was going to get a job in the real world and Jaysa would still have three more years of college. They planned to continue their relationship during summers and holidays, with Jaysa maybe moving to the city after graduation so they would be closer to each other. Regardless of what might happen in the future, this experience with Jaysa had changed Marisa forever.
Who says you don’t learn anything senior year?
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
CHEYENNE BLUE isn’t sure if she runs so she can eat, or if she eats so she can run. Her erotica has appeared in many anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Mammoth Best New Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica and Best Lesbian Romance. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia. Visit her website at cheyenneblue.com.
KIKI DELOVELY is a queer femme performer/writer whose work has appeared in Best Lesbian Erotica 2011, Salacious magazine, Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex and Take Me There: Transgender and Genderqueer Erotica. Kiki’s greatest passions include artichokes, words, alternative baking, and taking on research for her writing.
DELILAH DEVLIN is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over ninety erotic stories in multiple subgenres with Avon, Cleis Press, Kensington, Atria/Strebor, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing and Berkley.
ELLE is just elle.
SHANNA GERMAIN doesn’t play tennis, but she can serve a volleyball like you wouldn’t believe. Her work has appeared in places like Best American Erotica, Best Gay Romance, Best Erotic Romance, Best Lesbian Erotica and Best Lesbian Romance. Visit her naughty side of the net at shannagermain.com.
SACCHI GREEN’s stories have appeared in a hip-high stack of publications with erotically inspirational covers, and she’s also edited or coedited eight erotica anthologies, including Girl Crazy, Lesbian Cowboys (winner of the 2010 Lambda Literary Award for lesbian erotica,) Lesbian Lust, Lesbian Cops and Girl Fever, all from Cleis Press.
Editor of Carnal Machines, Spank, The Sweetest Kiss and the Lammy Finalist, Where the Girls Are, find D. L. KING’s stories in Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Crazy and Broadly Bound, among others. She’s published two novels and edits the review site Erotica Revealed. Find her at dlkingerotica.com.
JT LANGDON is the Taoist, vegetarian and lover of chocolate responsible for such erotic novels as the Lady Davenport’s Slave trilogy, She-Devils and The Sisters of Omega-Pi. For more of JT’s incessant ramblings, including poetry and short fiction, be sure to visit jtlangdon.com.
GINA MARIE lives, writes and dreams in the Pacific North-west. She has authored erotic fiction for Clean Sheets, Oysters & Chocolate, Lucrezia Magazine, Sacchi Green’s Where the Girls Are and her own e-anthology, Opening Eden. She is also a poet and photographer. Check out her naughty blog at aphrodites-table.blogspot.com.
SOMMER MARSDEN is the wine-swigging, dachshund owning, wannabe runner auth
or of Learning to Drown, We Kill Dead Things, Hard Lessons and Wanderlust. She’s the editor of Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction, Dirtyville, Kinkyville and Coupling: Filthy Erotica for Couples. She’s perpetually up to no good on her blog Unapologetic Fiction at sommermarsden.blogspot.com.
SINCLAIR SEXSMITH (mrsexsmith.com) runs the award-winning project Sugarbutch Chronicles. Her work appears in Best Lesbian Erotica, Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme and Take Me There: Transgender and Genderqueer Erotica, and she edited Cleis’s Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica. Mr. Sexsmith writes, teaches and performs.
PAISLEY SMITH (Paisley-Smith.com) is a full-time freelance writer and can usually be found in front of her computer either writing, chatting, promoting or plotting. She attended college in the Deep South where she obtained a slew of totally useless degrees and developed an unrelenting sense of humor.
In ANNA WATSON’s household, everything came to a halt as she, her butch husband and their two boys watched every thrilling moment of the Women’s World Cup. Aren’t you glad Abby Wambach finally cut her hair? Anna has stories in Best Lesbian Erotica 12, Best Lesbian Romance 12, Take Me There and The Harder She Comes.
ALLISON WONDERLAND (aisforallison.blogspot.com) is one L of a girl. Her lesbian literature appears in Bound by Lust, Best Lesbian Erotica 2010, Alison’s Wonderland, Gertrude, Milk and Honey, Undressed Erotica and Passionate Hearts. In addition to Sapphic storytelling, Allison’s indulgences include cotton candy, kitten heels, and Old Hollywood glamour.
Erotica author BETH WYLDE writes what she likes to read, which includes a little bit of everything. Her muse is an equal opportunity plot bunny that believes everyone, no matter their kink, color, gender or orientation is entitled to love, acceptance and scalding HOT sex! Find Beth at bethwylde.com.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
ILY GOYANES is a Cuban-American, a political moderate, an expert billiards player, a liger and somewhat of a Zelig, but above all else she is a seeker of knowledge. She lives in Miami, Florida with her children, dogs, cat and assorted hangers on. Goyanes is commonly known as the Fuming Foodie—a controversial, yet amusing persona she has cultivated via her weekly column of the same name. In addition to her food column, she also writes about film, theater, music and popular culture for the Miami New Times (Village Voice Media), is a published erotic fiction writer, and is the editor-in-chief of Arketipo 187 Magazine (arketipo187.com), a digital magazine that covers news, culture, and lifestyle. Ampersand Editions (ampersandeditions.com), her publishing house, keeps her busy when she isn’t writing. For more information, to cuss at and/or praise her or to invite her to a game of pool or a plate of Mexican food, she encourages you (strongly) to email her at [email protected].
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