The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  As our bodies rubbed together Violet suddenly stuttered, “I d-don’t know if I can c-come with him watching.”

  I ran my hand through her hair and gave her a reassuring smile.

  Steve’s voice was so high it sounded like he was going through puberty. “You both have to come or the deal’s off.”

  I flashed Steve an annoyed look before turning back to Violet. “You can do it. Close your eyes, baby . . .”

  I took her hands and gently guided her to the floor. Silently I laid her across the carpet, my hips gliding on top of hers. I straddled her, staring at her for a long time before I saw the reluctance melt from her face. With a wink I began rocking back and forth, the wetness between my thighs gliding over her clit, coating it with heat. Her legs parted wider.

  I barely heard the creak of the bed as Steve leaned forward, his eyes like a laser beam on our grinding bodies – Violet’s voice was smothering the room, an avalanche of whimpers and guttural moans. As I slid up and down, teasing her clit with my wetness, my warmth, the softness of my triangle, she broke into a fevered panting that only meant one thing – she was coming. Violet was going to come in front of a stranger whether she liked it or not. She bit her lip as the first wave came, her body going slack against the carpet. She winced. A stream of whimpers cascaded from her lips. I leaned down and kissed her, savouring her rapid gasps as the shockwaves began to ebb.

  I looked up to see Steve wide-eyed and unblinking.

  “I . . . oh, my God . . .”

  I kissed Violet’s cheek. Her chest was rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were soft when she tilted her head to smile at me. I lowered my head to give her another kiss, but Steve’s voice made me pause.

  “You both have to come.” He grinned.

  “Well,” I said sweetly. “Why don’t you come over here and help me out?”

  He jumped straight into the air.

  I glared. “Sit down, jockstrap.”

  He fell back onto the bed, glowering.

  Violet had already sprung into action. She knew exactly what to do to send me over the edge – and no one had a more capable tongue. I stood up as she kneeled on the floor, her head tilted upward, ready to lap between my thighs like a kitten laps at milk. I cradled her head with my palm as her tongue glided over my pussy, swirling in urgent circles around my clit. I felt her finger glide inside me, rubbing in harmony with her tongue. She made a little moan of determination, pressing hard, until I felt my mouth contorting into an o. The wetness of my orgasm flooded her lips, trickling across her cheek in a warm flood. My fingers wrapped around her hair, pulling it tightly.

  Her lips brushed against my clit until the last spasm. When she finally pulled away a mischievous smile was on her lips. I ran my finger down her cheek, unable to suppress a giggle. She flashed me an amazed look that said, I can’t believe we just did this! I’m pretty sure my expression was the same.

  I ran my hands over her shoulders, frowning at the goose-bumps that covered her body; without the heat of arousal the room was rather cold. Silently I began to dress her. I pulled on my pants, my blouse, my shoes. When we were clothed we stood for a moment in a daze, surprised by the thrill of what we had just done.

  Steve sat rigidly on the bed, staring at us as if we were the angel Gabriel himself. I noted the dark wet spot on his crotch, smiling with satisfaction. Steve shifted quickly so that the evidence of his pleasure was tucked between his crossed legs.

  Without groans and pants to fill the silence an awkwardness washed over the room. No one knew what to say now that our clothes were on.

  Steve was the first to speak, standing clumsily. “Er, uh – very nice. Beyond expectation.”

  He leaned forward, shaking our hands politely. Violet and I giggled. Had we just given a PowerPoint presentation?

  “And you’ll keep up your end of our agreement?” I said.

  “Of course.”

  “Good.” I smiled. “Because if you don’t I’m going to tell everyone that you came up here to have a hands-on threesome with us and couldn’t get it up. Good day, Steven.”

  Steve kept up his side of the bargain and no one ever questioned his erectile abilities. Much to our beloved sorority sisters’ dismay, we continued to live in sin amongst them, spending our evenings studying for exams, watching The Daily Show, and playing poker . . . naked.

  As for Mindy, a series of tragic circumstances led to her eviction from the sorority house. Her parents demanded she live under their roof for the remainder of college after some very unsettling rumors fell directly upon the dean’s ears. It appears the stories about Violet and I performing lewd acts while living in the sorority house were simply wild accusations Mindy had made while not in a normal state of mind – she was on drugs, you see. Heroin apparently. Nice, Steve. Nice.