Best Lesbian Romance 2014

by Radclyffe

  I pushed back my chair and shoved my hand in my sweats. Oh yeah. Wet and hard. This wouldn’t take long. I closed my eyes and conjured up the sound of Shar screaming I have to come, I have to come, oh my god I’m coming. I stroked the sides of my clit and felt the buzz in my belly. Oh yeah.

  A knock shook the door. Shar’s voice. “Hey? You want to watch a movie with us?”

  A movie. I tried to think through the pre-orgasmic haze. That would probably be sociable and everything, but geez, I was so horny and so ready to come.

  “We got pizza,” Andi called.

  Fuck.

  “Okay.” I opened the door. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

  Shar grinned. She was pretty. Black hair, dark eyebrows, bright blue eyes, pouty mouth. Hot piercings—one in the corner of her left eyebrow and a whole row in one ear. I wondered if there were more, but I’d never seen her completely naked. I’d see her bare ass just out of the shower a few times, and it was a nice ass. Round and tight and I thought about how it might feel to hold her ass while she was moaning and…

  Well, I couldn’t go down that road while I was looking right at her. My face must’ve shown something because she grinned, a really sexy grin that made my clit jump. Andi was leaning in the doorway with a sixteen-inch pizza box in her hand. She was tall and thin. Short red hair, a few freckles, green eyes. She had a basketball scholarship. From a distance, she kinda looked like a guy, but up close, she didn’t. She had small breasts and slender hips, but her face was really striking, with elegant features like the profiles on those old-style cameos. I shot her an Is company okay with you? look and she grinned too. Andi was like that—easy to be around, with a way of looking at you that made you feel like she was really paying attention. Like you mattered.

  “Well, if there’s enough,” I muttered, and I wasn’t even sure if I was talking about the pizza.

  “Plenty.” Andi threw an arm around my shoulder. “Like mushroom and buffalo chicken pizza?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Come on. We set up the DVD in the lounge. It’s just us, so we can watch it on the big screen.”

  “Cool,” I said, following them out, walking just a little gingerly on account of my clit being so damn hard. Andi gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze and we all settled down on a big leather sofa facing the wall-screen TV.

  The two of them curled up in the corner of the sofa and put the pizza box on a low coffee table in front of it. I sat on the other end and we all helped ourselves while Andi fiddled with the remote to start the movie. I took a bite of my pizza and glanced at the screen. I stopped chewing. Two women, no, three women were all tangled up together on a big bed, naked. I swallowed without chewing the rest of the bite. “Um…what’s the movie?”

  “Girl porn,” Andi said, sliding her arm around Shar’s waist and propping her legs up on the corner of the coffee table. Shar slid her hand under Andi’s shirt onto her stomach.

  “I love this stuff,” Shar said. “It’s hokey, but sometimes the girls are really cute and I love watching them go down on each other.”

  Oh fuck. This was going to be a problem. I wasn’t just a little bit horny now, I really really needed to get off. And the two of them were getting awfully cozy.

  “Have you ever seen this kinda stuff before?” Shar asked, delicately nibbling her way along the edges of a slice of pizza. She had this way of teasing the gooey cheese off with the tip of her tongue, drawing it out in long strands that clung to the edges of her lips and then pursing her lips and sucking it in. Every bite was a process. I imagined her tongue sliding between the lips of my pussy, drawing shiny strands of come from deep inside me and swallowing it down. My clit twitched, jumping up and down, anticipating the way her lips would close around me, sucking delicately. My stomach went hard as a board.

  “No, but it looks like fun.” I sounded a little bit like a robot, like one of those electronic telemarketers that leaves canned messages on your answering machine. I felt a little bit like a dork too, but no way was I leaving. Not when Shar’s hand was climbing up to Andi’s breasts under her T-shirt. I put the slice of pizza down on a paper napkin. I couldn’t even pretend to eat, not with what was going down on the screen and right next to me.

  Andi had obviously started the thing in the middle or knew where the good parts were. The three girls were propped up side by side, the two on the outside masturbating the one in the middle. They took turns kissing her while they jerked her off together, both of them working their clits with their free hands at the same time. I really wanted to be the one in the middle. I wanted Shar on one side of me and Andi on the other, their fingers stroking over my pussy, teasing my clit, while they kissed me and sucked my nipples. Alternating between watching the screen and watching Shar and Andi, who were making out like crazy now, had me so keyed up I was ready to come in my sweats. Shar was making those little high-pitched whines she makes when she gets really excited and Andi was muttering You’re so hot, babe, you’re so hot you’re gonna come all over me.

  I thought maybe I should leave, but when I edged toward the end of the couch, Shar grabbed my arm.

  “Don’t you like the movie?”

  “I like the movie,” I said, panting a little bit. “I just figured you might want to be alone.”

  “We invited you, remember? Come on over here and get more comfortable.”

  Andi had Shar’s shirt pushed up so her breasts were exposed. Shar had truly beautiful breasts. Small, tight pink nipples perfectly placed in the center of firm, medium-sized breasts—like cherries on top of a gorgeous sundae. I wanted to lick her. I’d never really gotten into oral sex before, but I wanted those nipples in my mouth. Shar worked her hand inside Andi’s sweats and I watched her stroke Andi’s pussy through the thin fabric. I wanted her fingers on my clit.

  Maybe this was why I hadn’t minded not dating the last six months. I wondered why it had taken me so long to figure it out. Blame it on pre-med tunnel vision, I guess. I pushed across the couch toward them like my ass was on fire.

  “What should I do?” I said.

  Shar glanced at Andi, who nodded. “Anything you want.”

  I kissed Shar, and she tasted like cheese and tomato sauce and her tongue was spicy when it slid into my mouth. I was lost somewhere in Shar’s soft heat when Andi untied my sweats, stroked the bare strip of skin between my T-shirt and my sweats, and worked her way down. My clit got tight and I moaned into Shar’s mouth. Shar writhed against me and Andi rolled my clit between her fingers. Another minute, she’d make me come.

  “Wait,” I gasped, turning my head to kiss Andi. She kissed differently than Shar, no teasing, just taking, deep and hard. “I’ll come.”

  “No harm, no foul,” Andi murmured and slid inside me. My hips surged on their own, lifting against Andi’s hand. I wanted to come on her so bad.

  Shar shifted to my other side and I was in the middle. She sucked my nipple and Andi’s tongue was in my mouth and her fingers were between my legs and everything was happening so fast. I arched off the couch, my head and my ass the only parts touching.

  “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me explode.”

  Shar laughed, her mouth against my breast.

  Andi ran her tongue along the side of my ear. “You’re so wet, and your clit is really pumped. You’re gonna come so hard.”

  I whimpered. No one had ever touched me the way Andi touched me now, like her fingers knew exactly the spots that got me off. I was really close and then she moved away from my clit and I whimpered again.

  Shar murmured, “Don’t worry, she’ll make you come. She’s amazing.”

  “You too, baby,” Andi said to Shar, circling my clit with one fingertip, “you come too.”

  “Oh yeah.” Shar moaned and straddled my leg. She’d shed her pants, I don’t know when, and her pussy was hot and so wet.

  I cupped Shar’s breasts and plucked her cherry nipples. My clit knotted under Andi’s finger and started to tingle. So so close now. I licked at Andi�
��s lip. “I want to come so bad.”

  Shar rode me while she sucked on my breast and Andi kissed me and slid her fingers in and out of me and I knew I was gonna come. No way could I not come with Andi filling me up and Shar teasing my nipples and working her pussy off on my leg. My clit tightened and my stomach went hard and the buzzing deep in my pussy spread to my legs and my ass.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned, and Andi stroked my clit faster between her thumb and fingers and Shar sucked me and I kissed Andi and started coming. I jerked and Shar screamed she was coming and Andi groaned and thrust her pussy against my hip. I didn’t know where I stopped and they started, or which orgasm belonged to whom, and it didn’t matter. We were connected and the pleasure was everyone’s.

  I’m not sure how long I came or how many times Shar and Andi did, or who did what to who, but when I looked at the screen again the movie was over and the three of us were wrapped up together and covered in come.

  “That was amazing,” I said.

  Shar’s head was on my shoulder and I was curled with my back against Andi’s chest, her arm around my waist.

  “Yeah, it was,” Shar crooned.

  “Awesome,” Andi muttered.

  “We weren’t sure you were into girls.” Shar laughed a little. “We just sort of hoped.”

  “I am.” I sighed. “I’m just kind of a slow learner.”

  “Oh, no, you’re not.” Andi squeezed the back of my neck in a way that made me feel safe and horny at the same time. “You’re like in advanced class already.”

  “I wouldn’t mind majoring in queer studies,” I said, hoping they might like the idea. I wanted more time with them, both of them. And not just for the sex, which was so good my mind was kind of melting, but because I liked the idea of…us. “I mean, if the two of you wanted…”

  “We’ve been talking about finding a study partner, but we wanted someone special.” Shar stroked my face and when her breasts rubbed mine, I got hard again. She kissed Andi across my body. “Right, baby?”

  “Uh-huh.” Andi cupped my breast and tugged on my nipple, shooting a charge straight to my clit. Then she kissed me, really softly, and I knew we were all connected, like Shar had said, someplace special. “I think we’ll make an awesome threesome. Oh yeah—and a great study group.”

  I rolled on top of Shar and kissed her. Andi skated her hand down the center of my back and stroked my ass. I couldn’t wait for the rest of the semester to start.

  A BOI’S LOVE SONG

  Kathleen Tudor

  My hands shake as I push the cufflinks through their holes, one emerald green, one amber topaz. Her idea. Her gift to me. Her birthstone and mine. My brother shakes his head at me, but he doesn’t tell me again that it’s silly, sappy or too sweet. He just tweaks my bowtie into alignment and holds up my jacket.

  “Mom’s gonna be pissed that you get to be a groom before me,” he teases.

  I shrug to settle the jacket. “I’m not a groom. I’m just a different kind of bride.”

  He snorts and puts out his hand for a handshake. I pull him into a hug. Ten minutes. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

  I can’t remember what I was going to say to her. I grope for the vows I wrote as Tommy leads me to the chapel. My hands feel clammy and sweaty, and my head feels flushed and light. I am not going to faint in the middle of this church. The words swirl, out of reach, until the first lines of my heartfelt outpouring float to the surface. Oh, right…

  “I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were way too good for me. I’m glad I never let that stop me, or I would have cheated myself out of loving the most brilliant, beautiful and incredible woman I’ve ever met.” I’d almost decided on busty. I left it out, but now I’m nervous that I’ll say it in front of everyone. Oh god… “You’re everything I’m not, and you give me the strength to be strong for you. But the thing is, you’re really the strongest woman I know; way stronger than I could ever imagine being….”

  I may have the muscles in our relationship, but she has the backbone of steel and the power to back up her iron will. She took me shopping for her perfect princess wedding dress, and we went from store to store until she finally found the one that made her eyes misty and her breath catch. That was when the shop girl had walked up and asked what her “brother” thought of the dress.

  Anna had turned to that girl, with nary a trace of disappointment on her face—only censure—and had proudly announced that I was her future wife, thank you, and if she couldn’t treat me with respect, then Anna would take the dress off right then, and we could go. It made my heart tremble with love to know that she meant every word and that she’d settle for a lesser dress just to shut that snide shop girl up. I was glad that she didn’t have to.

  My brother walks with me to the front of the church, but it feels like I stand up there alone forever, my hands clasped and trembling before me as I wish I’d given in to her urging to carry a bouquet. My brother’s at my side, but it’s me everyone is looking at. My family. Hers. Our friends. Everyone shifting in their seats, murmuring to their neighbor and playing with their phones. What I wouldn’t give to likewise fidget! It feels like a week of statue stillness, exposed, before the vestibule door opens and her sister steps through, looking adorable as she sways to the front of the room in her coral gown.

  I’ve always thought Tiff was cute, and she never missed an opportunity to tease me—the straight girl flirting with her gay sister’s girlfriend; innocent fun—but today I can’t take my eyes off that plain wooden door, as if by looking hard enough, I can see through it to her. Anna…

  “It’s easy to be strong when the world puts the weight on your shoulders from your earliest years. I’ve never been able to hide what I am, and as a consequence, I have always had to bear it or break under the weight. But you look as feminine and delicate as the world could hope for, and you could easily hide that which is different. But you bear the same weight by choice, proudly claiming me wherever we go. Coming out of the closet isn’t something you did once and put behind you; it’s something that you do again and again, and will continue to do for the rest of your life, showing a courage I can only envy, admire and adore.”

  The door finally cracks open, and there she is, beaming in that perfect, gorgeous dress that flaunts her bare shoulders and her tiny waist. She clings to her father’s arm, and his face looks a little misty. It takes me a moment to realize that everything looks misty, and that’s because I’m crying at the sight of her as she walks slowly down the aisle, steady as can be on those towering heels, and her eyes are fixed on my face, the way my eyes are on hers.

  I barely look at her father when he puts her hand in mine, and as we turn to face the minister, she squeezes my hand and I know that once again, her strength is bearing me up.

  Her vows are as sweet as she is, and she promises to love me and cherish me and keep my needs in her heart. There is nothing there but perfect, beautiful honesty and a promise that that sweetness will continue to be mine to sample.

  It’s my turn. My vows, carefully polished—my best chance to show her how much she means to me.

  “You give me the courage to be your strong right arm, the bravery to stand between you and the world, wherever I can, and the heart to be proud of everything that I am. By loving me, you show me how much of me there is to love. You’re the daughter my parents always wanted and the magnificent, mysterious type of woman who has always fascinated me, maybe because I always knew I would never be anything like you. You show me the strong counter-side to my every weakness, and you make me strive to be the hero that you have always seen in me. I love you, and I would be an idiot not to tell you so every single day for the rest of our lives.”

  As I fall silent, I hear sniffles throughout the church, but I have eyes only for Anna, whose eyes have gone shiny with tears of joy.

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  KRIS ADAMS (smadasirk.blogspot.com) writes erotica, short fiction, fan fiction and poetry. Her work has appeared in Best Wome
n’s Erotica 2009, Best Lesbian Romance 2010, Girl Crush, Daily Flashes of Erotica and Irresistible: Erotic Romance for Couples.

  JILLIAN BOYD is a twenty-two-year-old author/blogger, based in London. She’s been previously published by the likes of Constable and Robinson and Cliterati.

  Called a “legendary erotica heavy-hitter” (by the überlegendary Violet Blue), ANDREA DALE (cyvarwydd.com) dedicates this story to mothers and daughters everywhere. Her work has appeared in about 100 anthologies from Harlequin Spice, Avon Red and Cleis Press, and is available online at Soul’s Road Press.

  A lover of unusual things, CHERYL DRAGON (cheryldragon.com) enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans…where anything can happen!

  LISA FIGUEROA is a Chicana writer from the Los Angeles area. Her fiction appears in Lessons in Love: Erotic Interludes 3, Iridescence and Best Lesbian Romance 2007.

  JANE FLETCHER is author of ten speculative fiction novels. Her works have won the Golden Crown Award and the Alice B Readers Award and have been short-listed for both the Lambda and Gaylactic Spectrum Awards.

  D. JACKSON LEIGH grew up barefoot and happy, swimming in farm ponds and riding rude ponies in rural Georgia. She is the author of six lesbian romances, laced with Southern humor and set against her trademark equestrian backdrop.

  BRITTNEY LOUDIN is an aspiring novelist with a part-time retail gig, a handful of college credits and a passion for lesbian romantic literature.

  LEE LYNCH is the author of The Raid, Beggar of Love and Sweet Creek as well as the classic titles: The Swashbuckler, Toothpick House and Old Dyke Tales. Her work has been honored with the James Duggins Mid-Career Award, among many others.