Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2

by Carla Blake

  “That’s nice and for the record, you’re not so bad yourself. Hey, why the face? What did you think I was going to say?”

  “I don’t know,” Elena swallowed. “Tell me not to be so stupid? That you didn’t fancy me?”

  “Well I do. I would have thought that was obvious from last night. I don’t usually go round fingering girls’ cunts you know.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Elena smiled and lifted her cup again. Her heart was going nineteen to the dozen and her hands were shaking. If the tea made it to her lips it would be nothing short of a miracle. Freya, however, didn’t seem disturbed in the slightest and just sat there, waiting for her to say something more.

  “So what happens now?” Elena asked. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know what to do.”

  Standing up, Freya stretched out her back and smiled down at her. “Well now, we embark on a rather naughty but delicious little affair. I don’t know about you, but I intend to kiss you at every opportunity and fuck you as much as we can get away with. How does that sound to you?”

  Elena nearly choked on her tea. “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly.” Freya said, clapping a hand dramatically to her forehead. “Unless you’d rather not, in which case I will walk away and find somewhere dark and quite possible damp to nurse my broken heart.”

  “Oh dear, I think I’d better say yes then, can’t have you hanging around with the mushrooms.”

  “Excellent!” Freya smiled, dropping her hand. “Can we start now?”

  The next few days were a bit of a blur for Elena. As well as coping with her new school, a bout of homesickness and getting hopelessly lost on her way to a chemistry class, she also had Freya to contend with and all the new and confusion emotions that went with their relationship.

  So far, however, they hadn’t fully slept together. They had kissed, numerous times, each one thrilling Elena right down to her toes and once, when Maple had been snoring fit to bust, Freya had crept into Elena’s bed and lain there with one hand on her breast too frightened to do more in case Maple woke up and caught them, so aside from the night Freya had first tasted her, kissing was the furthest they’d got.

  It was driving the pair of them nuts.

  “We have to fuck!” Freya said, frantically tugging at the grass.

  They were sitting beside the non existent lake again, the afternoon sun hot on their faces. Maple was inside, driven there by her fair skin and her tendency to burn. “I’m going crazy thinking about it.”

  “I know what you mean,” Elena agreed. “You are all I think about. Do you think Maple suspects anything?”

  Freya shook her head. “Probably not, unless your name is Harry Styles, she has no idea what’s going on in anyone’s love life. Where can we go babe? There must be somewhere in this bloody place.”

  They couldn’t think of a single idea, but they hadn’t reckoned on Maple.

  “So, are you two ever going to get round to telling me?”

  They were in their bedroom again, supposedly studying but actually doing nothing of the sort. It was too hot to even think about thinking and even with the windows wide open not a puff of air was getting through.

  They were melting. They were sweating. And two of them were wishing they could snog each other’s face off.

  “Well?” Maple added, spreading her hands. “I’m not stupid. I can tell something’s going on. You two look at each other like a couple of bitches on heat, so spill.”

  “We’re an item.” Freya said, shrugging her shoulders, “Have been for a while.”

  “And you didn’t think to tell me? We share a room for God’s sake! I’m supposed to be your mate.”

  “And you are! We just didn’t want to upset you.” Elena added.

  “You’ve upset me more by not telling me. What did you think I would do? Go running to old Baxter? God love us, the shock would kill her!”

  “And that’s a bad thing how exactly?” Freya asked. “That old bat has had me outside her office more than I can count.”

  “Then you should learn to behave! How long have you two been together exactly?”

  “Few days.”

  “Oh dear, so you’re both still in the first flush. Maybe I should leave the room and let you get on with it?”

  Elena shot Freya a glance. Maple caught it.

  “Would you like me to leave?” She asked, getting up. “I don’t particularly want to play gooseberry if you two want to, you know.”

  Freya stopped her. “No stay. It’s your room too and we’re not about to kick you out, voluntarily or otherwise, but can you think of anywhere we could go? We just want some time alone.”

  “Oh, that’s easy!”

  “It is?”

  “Sure, the linen cupboard. It only gets used once a day in the mornings and then housekeeping lock it. No one will disturb you in there.”

  “Except it’s locked.”

  Maple rolled her eyes. “The key is in the office, idiot. One of you can distract Wingrove, whilst the other swipes the key. It’ll be easy. Plus you’ll have nice, fluffy towels to roll around on.”

  The key felt hot in her hand, as if it knew it had been taken by a surreptitious method and was determined she would feel guilty about it.

  Miss Wingrove had not suspected a thing, happy to explain to Elena where she could get her laundry done whilst Freya nipped into the office behind her back and lifted the linen cupboard key from the hook.

  Now Elena was holding it, squeezed tight within the cage of her fingers as they tip toed along the polished floor towards housekeeping.

  They were in the ‘staff only’ section of the school now, the walls bare plaster and painted cream, the many accomplishments of the school an unnecessary requirement. In their place were a few pictures of landscapes, mainly frosty fields dotted with frozen looking sheep and cottages huddled beneath blossoming tress of pink and yellow, whilst in another a ship, tall with rigging, was being tossed about on a tumultuous sea.

  “Here.” Freya said, her voice sounding loud in the empty corridor as she pointed to a simple, laminated sign, “Linen.”

  The room smelt of fabric conditioner and cotton. On shelves stacked either side, piles of duvets, sheets and pillowcases, together with dozens of towels formed a narrow passage down the middle. A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling and at the far end stood a number of trolleys for carting the linen to the bedrooms.

  “Cosy,” Freya said, reaching for a couple of towels and spreading them out on the floor, “might be a bit hard on the old backside but at least its private.”

  “We can’t lock the door from the inside though,” Elena pointed out, “what if someone comes in?”

  “Like who? You heard Maple no one comes in except in the mornings. Relax, it’ll be fine!”

  The floor was hard, even lying on the towels and Elena was sure she could feel every one of her hip bones as she lay down beside Freya and wrapped her arms around her waist. “This is weird,” she said, trying to get herself comfy, “now we’re finally together, I feel nervous.”

  And she was. For days now she and Freya had done nothing more than hold hands and snatch the occasional kiss, both scared rigid of being caught and dragged before the uncompromising headmistress, where expulsion for ‘un-ladylike behaviour’ would be the only outcome.

  It hadn’t prevented Elena thinking about what it would be like though, to lie naked and vulnerable in the arms of another girl, about to make love in a way she had only ever read about. She wanted it, but she was also apprehensive, afraid that when it came right down to it, her inexperience would show and Freya would laugh at her.

  “I so would not!” Freya protested when Elena voiced her worries. “I want this as much as you and I promise I will go slow and not force you into anything and if you d
on’t like it, all you have to do is say stop and that’s exactly what will happen, okay?”

  Now here they were, alone at last. The smell of freshly laundered bed sheets providing the background fragrance to their first fuck.

  “I’ll be gentle.” Freya reiterated now, encouraging Elena to lie on her back whilst she rested on her side. “Remember what I said. You don’t like something, yell out, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Freya kissed her, a small, fleeting kiss, barely landing on Elena’s lips before it was snatched away again. She brushed back her hair, smiling into her eyes as she bent for another embrace, this time allowing her lips to stay longer, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate before it, too, was over.

  “Nice,” Elena murmured. “More.”

  They kissed again, Freya leaning over Elena, her hands exploring the lines of Elena’s side as they travelled up and down, never staying long in one place, never allowing Elena to start worrying they might go somewhere she was not ready for.

  Again Freya asked if she was alright?

  “I’m fine,” Elena smiled back, “please stop asking and make love to me. I admit, I’m nervous and I have no idea what to do, but if you touch me I’ll learn that way and yes, if you do something I hate, I’ll say.”

  Freya’s answer was to kiss her again, her hands coming up to cradle Elena’s head and pull her closer still.

  “You are so lovely,” she whispered as she let her go of her head to pull at the t-shirt Elena was wearing and expose her stomach. “I want you so much.”

  “Then take me, show me what it’s like. I want you too.”

  Elena shivered as Freya’s hand touched her skin. It was like being brushed with static. No other female had ever touched her that way, aside from her mother of course when she was a child, but to have another girl stroke her stomach and mould her flesh was totally new and totally wonderful.

  Even more so when Freya reached the hem of her bra and ran her fingers over the lacy material.

  “May I?”

  “You may.” And Elena lifted her back, allowing Freya to reach round and unclasp her bra.

  Her breast fell free and Freya carefully pushed the cups away, her hand reaching for Elena’s breast to gently massage the soft mound.

  “That is so nice,” Elena smiled, as Freya ran a thumb across her rapidly hardening nipple, “Oh!”

  Freya immediately pulled away. “Did I hurt you?” She asked, her face creased with concern, “God, I’m sorry.”

  Elena kissed her cheek. “No. No. It’s lovely! I just wasn’t’ expecting it to feel so good. Please. Don’t stop. Suck me. Taste me.”

  Freya slid down, planting small kisses all around her breasts before climbing the soft swell and taking Elena’s nipple in her mouth. She sucked it, her tongue winding its way around her nipple whilst Elena moaned softly and told her it was the best thing ever.

  “I want you naked.”

  It was Freya who spoke, her lips moist from sucking Elena’s breast. “I’ll un dress too.”

  Elena frowned towards the door. “Are you sure it’s safe? What if we get caught?”

  “Then we get caught fucking naked rather than simply rummaging around beneath each other’s clothes. Either way, it’ll end up the same way, unless you’d rather not of course, but I’d hate to stop now, I’m so turned on. I will understand if you don’t want to though.”

  “Are you mad?!”

  They undressed, quickly and without speaking. Again Elena had never been naked in front of another girl and she felt shy and exposed, certain Freya would take one look at her and change her mind.

  “Beautiful,” was Freya’s reaction, “you have a lovely body.”

  “So do you.” Elena replied, embarrassed to look but so wanting to at the same time. Freya’s body was gorgeous, lean and toned, her breasts pert and firm with dark nipples Elena longed to taste. The triangle of hair between her legs fascinated her and she wanted so much to reach across and touch, to experience the soft down beneath her fingers and feel the delicate warmth lying just beneath.

  “Lie down.” Freya said, bending at the knees. “I don’t think I can wait much longer to have you.”

  Their bodies touched, skin to skin, warmth pressed against warmth.

  They kissed, Freya’s tongue winding its way into Elena’s mouth, her hands roaming up her sides, over her breasts, pausing only to squeeze her nipples and send another electrifying thrill deep into Elena’s groin.

  “Suck me.” Elena urged and Freya again turned her attention to Elena’s nipples, sucking each one in turn until they were both hard and sensitive to the slightest touch.

  “More,” Elena sighed and lifting her head, Freya kissed the mound of her breasts before slowly making her way down to Elena’s stomach and to the soft curl of pubic hair nestling between her thighs.

  She kissed her there, inhaling the feminine aroma of musk whilst her hand gently coaxed apart her thighs, releasing a wave of warmth that compelled her hand to cup Elena’s mound and hold her there for a moment, waiting to see if Elena would protest.

  When she didn’t, she went further, allowing her fingers to sink into the damp moistness of Elena’s pussy and surprising herself at her own self control, because she wanted this girl desperately. She wanted to fuck her hard, to ram her fingers into her cunt and screw the lesbian virgin out of her.

  She knew she wouldn’t though, not this time. This was Elena’s first time with another girl and she wanted it to be perfect for her. She wanted to make her come with love and passion and the feeling that no matter who she slept with in the future, it would never be as good as sex with another girl.

  Her finger found her clit and she hovered there, applying the smallest of pressures and knowing, by the gently groans issuing from Elena’s lips, that it was driving her crazy. She pushed a little harder, adding a gentle rub this time, pleased when Elena’s hips left the floor and her pussy lips grew even plumper around her fingers.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” Freya smiled, moving her finger away from Elena’s clit to swirl at the entrance to her cunt. “Tell me if this is nice.” And she pushed her finger into the tight cavity of Elena’s vagina, feeling nothing but velvet soft wetness as she pushed her finger in as far as it would go and then withdrew it again.

  “Nice?”

  Elena nodded, incapable of speech. It felt wonderful, amazing, her entire body alive with what was happening between her legs. Her pussy felt incredibly swollen and engorged with so much lust and want all she could think about was being fucked.

  “Take me.”

  Freya pushed her finger back in, savouring every inch of Elena’s cunt. She wanted to do this forever, to just lie here, slowly fucking her in and out until she exploded around her hand.

  She curled her finger, seeking her G-spot and knowing she had been successful when Elena groaned deeply and gasped for breath. She stroked it, watching as the sexual tingle coursed through Elena’s cunt and pussy juices swirled around her finger. She added another, gently coaxing it into Elena’s cunt before leaving her G-spot and starting to fuck her.

  “More,” Elena begged and Freya fed in a third finger, feeling Elena’s cunt muscles grow tight around her as she moved in and out and saw the first flush of desire spread across Elena’s chest.

  “Make me come,” Elena implored, raising her head so she could see Freya’s fingers working her cunt. “God, this is so good!”

  “It is,” Freya agreed and still keeping her fingers buried inside Elena she got to her knees and kneeling at Elena’s side, used her other hand to stimulate Elena’s clit.

  The effect was instantaneous. Juices flooded from Elena’s cunt as Freya both fucked and rubbed her and Elena bucked beneath her, her breathing uneven and ragged as Freya worked both her pussy and her cunt, her fingers dr
iving themselves in and out of her sopping hole whilst her finger continuously caressed her clit and her pussy grew slick with cream.

  “I’m going to come,” Elena gasped and again raised her head, the sight of Freya busy at her pussy further turning her on as wave upon wave of pleasure ripped through her cunt until it finally sent her tumbling over the edge and she could do nothing but grip the edges of the towel she was lying on as her orgasm, massive and deep, tore through her and she yelled out loud, “Freya, oh God, Freya!”

  Afterwards, she cried, without really knowing why. Freya held her throughout, murmuring soft words into her ears and rocking her back and forth as silent tears ran down Elena’s face and she said sorry over and over again.

  “Why are you sorry?” Freya asked, “it’s ok. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

  “Oh, God, yes, it was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It was just so... so amazing!”

  “Then there’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s probably just emotion overload girl, that’s all. It happens to the best of us.”

  “You’ve cried?” Elena found this hard to imagine. Not Freya, Miss confident and in control.

  “Sure I have. Loads, I always think it’s a sign that you’ve really enjoyed it and let yourself go. No big deal.”

  “So I guess I should touch you now?”

  Freya laughed. “Well, you don’t have to sound so enthusiastic about it. Do you want to?”

  “Yes, of course I do, I’m just not sure how. I’ve never touched another girl before. Not like this.”

  “Ok. Well how about if I lie on the floor and you lie on top of me and just get used to that for a bit. Then you can do whatever you like.”

  Elena lowered herself onto Freya as though she feared she might break and it did feel strange, even after the pleasure Freya had just given her. Their nipples pressed together and they breathed in unison and Elena was delighted by how soft Freya’s body felt beneath her.