LESBIAN INEXPERIENCE
Our Sleepover Panties
Nicolette Dane
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Nicolette Dane
Nicolette Dane landed in Chicago after studying writing in New York City. She flitted in and out of various jobs until she decided to choose herself and commit to writing full-time. Her work focuses mainly on female bisexual, bicurious, and lesbian erotic romance, however she does sometimes write about romantic encounters with men.
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Mandy was no fool. She pulled down her knickers 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.
MORE STORIES IN THIS SERIES
Mandy’s Best Friend
My Summer Babe
Bikini Shopping
Take Off My Panties
Mandy Shaved Bare
OUR SLEEPOVER PANTIES
Mandy laid her head back against her pillow and shut her eyes. The past few weeks had been a confusing whirlwind. She didn’t know what to think about it all, but it made her excited. It made her feel fresh and new, like some door had been opened that could not be closed behind her. Her view of Alexa had changed in a very baffling way.
Alexa was so exquisitely beautiful to Mandy. She often just thought about Alexa’s smile or the subtle smattering of freckles under her big brown eyes. Before these past weeks, Alexa was but a best friend to Mandy. A confidant. Something she had shared her coming-of-age with, her school career, her transition into young womanhood.
And it was still all that… but now there was something a bit more. Something weird and somewhat naughty, she thought, but whatever it was it felt so very right.
Mandy pictured Alexa now. She let Alexa’s image wash over her mind, and she pictured herself wrapping her arms around Alexa’s waist, pulling her close, pushing her lips on to Alexa’s. Mandy could feel her hands running down the small of Alexa’s back and over the hump of her butt, reaching down and tenderly taking one of Alexa’s cheeks in her hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
Opening her eyes suddenly, Mandy looked down and realized that she was rubbing herself on the outside of her knickers. The thin dull pink cotton had begun to grow moist, forming a little wet oval at the opening of her pussy. Her breathing quickened when she realized what she was doing.
“I’m masturbating to Alexa,” she realized aloud.
Mandy felt guilt in some strange way, so she started thinking about Tony, a young bartender at the restaurant she worked at. He had a buzzcut and usually some stubble on his face, he was in good shape and his muscles stressed the sleeves of his tight tee-shirt. Once Tony had approached Mandy and complimented her long blonde hair, messily tied up in a bun for work. He was a classically handsome guy, but…
But he just didn’t do it for her. She sighed softly, opening her eyes once again. She had stopped touching herself. She no longer throbbed below.
Mandy was no fool. She pulled down her knickers 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.
She thought about her first kiss with Alexa, on the quarry cliff, and how confused it made her feel. It escalated so quickly, she considered, though it was incredibly exciting to be fingered by her friend on their very first night back together. There was something liberating being able to share sexual pleasure with your best friend, like you’re two sides of the same coin. The closeness of friendship and the lustiness of sex. Alexa was perfection in both.
Then it began to happen. Mandy thrust her hips back and forth, determinedly keeping her fingers on her clit, and she started to sigh with each breath, her hot gasps saturating the pillow under her mouth. She stretched her toes out, then her calves and thighs, going straight and stiff, but maintaining her fiddling hand. Abruptly she kicked up, lifting her hips and ass up into the air, her finger still to her clit, and she stifled each moan that came from her lips by forcing her mouth deeper against the pillow. Her digits went tingly, then numb, she could feel her heart pumping rapidly, and most of all she could feel a heavy throbbing in her pussy.
Alexa, Mandy thought as she tumbled through her orgasm. Alexa.
*
“So what’s on the agenda for this evening?” said Mandy’s mother, pulling a bag of carrots out of a paper grocery sack and setting them on the counter. She unloaded various other items as Mandy sat on a high stool at the kitchen island eating a plum.
“I’m gonna stay over at Alexa’s tonight,” said Mandy, taking a bite and sucking up the juices as they spilled over her lips.
“No work tonight?” asked her mother.
“Tomorrow night,” said Mandy.
“I wish you could get more hours,” said her mother, setting down a plastic box of spinach. “You need to make more money.”
“I know,” said Mandy, looking off into space.
“Your friend Al
exa went off to college,” started Mandy’s mother. “You decided not to. You’re 19 now, you’re an adult.”
“Right,” said Mandy.
“You need to start thinking about what’s next,” said her mother. “You can’t stay in this house forever.”
Mandy sighed and set the plum pit down on her napkin.
“So anyway,” continued her mother. “You’re staying over at Alexa’s…”
“Yeah,” responded Mandy. “We’re gonna watch a couple horror movies, order Thai food, gossip, whatever.”
“No boys?” asked her mother, giving her a stern look.
“I thought you said I was an adult,” countered Mandy. Her mother made a skeptical face and rolled her eyes.
“I suppose you’re right,” said her mother.
“No boys,” admitted Mandy. “Just me and Alexa.”
“Good,” said her mother. “She’s a sweet girl and I’m glad she can be a positive influence on you.”
“Me too,” said Mandy, sighing and thinking about Alexa now. Mandy stood up from the stool, grabbed her napkin, and tossed it into the garbage.
“Could you post your work schedule on fridge, honey,” said her mother as Mandy went to leave the kitchen. “I just want to know when you’re busy. I have some things around the house I want you to take care of in the coming weeks.”
“Yes, mother,” said Mandy, slinking out of the kitchen and heading toward the stairs.
Back in her bedroom, Mandy grabbed her empty duffle bag and flung it onto her bed. In doing so, she noticed that there was still a wet spot on the sheets from her earlier session and she quickly tossed a blanket over it. She unzipped the duffle and tossed a bag of toiletries into it from atop her dresser. Kicking a pair of jeans that languished on her floor, she considered what she needed to bring.
Mandy opened her top dresser drawer and looked through her collection of knickers. Thumbing through them, she grabbed three of her favorites and stuffed them into her bag. Then a pair of terry cloth short shorts, a few tee-shirts in various colors, and a light hoodie.
Sitting on the edge of her bed and looking through the duffle, she went over the panty selection again. Mandy grabbed all three that she had chosen and took them back to the dresser. Looking through the dresser once more, she came up with a very new looking pair of underwear. They were baby blue bikini cut, soft and tensile cotton stretch, with cream-colored frilly lace on the band and at the leg openings. Taking these knickers to her bag, they were the only pair she packed.
She popped off her tank top now, braless and bare-chested, and sorted through her closet, finally settling on an oversized white cotton tee-shirt with black see-through floral lace over the shoulders and neck. She slipped into this shirt and aired herself out, leaning over slightly. The large arm openings exposed her tits when she leaned.
Finally, she dropped her sweatpants and picked up a pair of faded black jean cutoffs from the floor, pulled them up her legs, and buttoned them. Pushing her feet into a pair of pink flip flops, she grabbed the duffle from her bed and rushed out of her room, flipping the light switch as she left.
*
The sun was beginning to set as Mandy walked up to Alexa’s porch. She hit a button on her keychain causing her sedan in the driveway to lock with a double beep, and she hiked her duffle bag up higher on her shoulder. Coming to the door, she rang the doorbell and then stepped away from the door, turning her back on it, and smacked on her gum as she waited.
The door opened and Alexa stood behind it, dressed similar to Mandy in a loose cotton tee and jean cutoffs. Alexa leaned on the doorframe when she saw that it was Mandy.
“Hey you,” Alexa said, her eyes conveying a lusty passion.
“Hiya,” said Mandy, stepping up closer to Alexa and kissing her on the cheek.
“Get in here,” teased Alexa, letting Mandy walk past her, after which she closed the door behind them.
Alexa’s family had quite a nice house, two stories and sizeable, with a cozy living room complete with a stone hearth to one side of the entryway, and a dining room with a long table and chandelier to the other side. The two girls wandered down the hallway, stone tile underfoot, and made their way into Alexa’s modern, open layout kitchen.
“How about a glass of wine?” asked Alexa.
“Sure,” said Mandy, setting her duffle on the ground near the kitchen island.
Alexa pulled two crystal wine glasses from a cabinet and a bottle of wine from a rack on the counter. She set these all on the granite top of the kitchen island, and then proceeded to open the screw top of the bottle of red wine.
“Screw cap,” said Alexa. “But it’s not a bad wine. My dad swears by this one.” She showed the label to Mandy. “It’s a Spanish tempranillo.” She started pouring their glasses full.
“Your parents let you drink at home?” asked Mandy.
“Oh yeah,” said Alexa. “They don’t care. It’s just wine. We’re not shooting tequila or anything,” she said with a laugh.
“My parents would never let me drink wine at home,” said Mandy, picking up her glass and bringing it to her lips. “Mmm, I like this.”
“In Europe parents let their kids drink wine at the dinner table when they’re, like, eight,” said Alexa. “We’re such puritans in America.” Alexa, too, took a sip from her glass. “Oh!” exclaimed Alexa. “Cheers!”
“Cheers!” said Mandy, the girls clinking their glasses together.
“Do you want to step outside for a smoke?” asked Alexa. “It’s a beautiful evening.”
Alexa’s family’s house was positioned on a small lake, and from the back porch the girls could gaze out at the water with the sun setting on the other side. They could see only one boat across the lake, a ten-foot catamaran dinghy, with a man sitting in it holding up a fishing pole. Alexa lit up her hand-rolled cigarette and passed it to Mandy.
“My mom gave me shit tonight about working,” admitted Mandy, puffing on Alexa’s cigarette. “She says I’ve got to make more money and move out.”
“That sucks,” said Alexa. “Why is she giving you so much grief?”
“Well,” started Mandy. “I think because she’s disappointed that I didn’t go off to college.”
“You could still go,” said Alexa. “You could come to my college and we could be roommates.”
Mandy thought about it for a moment, holding in the tobacco smoke as she contemplated. Exhaling, she passed the cigarette to Alexa.
“Maybe,” she said. “I just don’t know if I could even get in.” Mandy stepped out of her flip-flops and let her bare feet feel the wooden deck below.
“Sure you could,” said Alexa. “Well, just think about it anyway.”
The girls stood in silence for a moment, both sipping on their wine glasses, Alexa fondling the small rollie cigarette between her fingers. A heron flew by about a hundred feet out from shore and skimmed across the lake. The sound of cicadas erupted and after a long sustained cacophony of chirps, the calls suddenly died out.
“So where are your parents tonight?” Mandy said, breaking the silence between them.
“They’re at a wedding,” said Alexa. “They’re staying out there and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”
“That’s nice,” said Mandy, now beginning to enumerate the possibilities in her head. Her mind wandered to her and Alexa’s recent cottage trip on Lake Michigan. She felt herself getting a little woozy.
“The take-out should be here at any time,” said Alexa, stubbing out the cigarette on the deck railing and tossing it into a bush below. “I don’t know if you’re hungry yet or what.”
“Sure,” said Mandy. “I could eat.”
“Let’s go inside, then,” said Alexa. “So we can hear the doorbell.”
*
After a rousing dinner of curry at the kitchen island and another couple glasses of wine, the girls cleaned up and washed dishes. They cracked jokes and teased each other. At one point Mandy grabbed Alexa around the waist and lift
ed her up off the ground to show that she could do it. Alexa screamed as she was hoisted, and laughed when she was set back down.
Once she finished wiping down the counter with a washcloth and tossing it in the sink, Alexa grabbed another bottle of wine from the rack and turned to Mandy.
“Will you grab the glasses?” she said. “Let’s head upstairs to my room. I’ve got a TV and Netflix in there.”
Mandy smiled and took the glasses from the kitchen island, following behind Alexa as they made their way upstairs.
Alexa’s bedroom was large and clean, the walls were painted a faint peach and the carpet was a white berber with brown flecks in it. In the center of her room, against a wall with a big window behind it, was her queen-sized bed covered in fluffy blankets and pillows colored to match her walls. Across the room from her bed was a flat-screen television, big enough to see well from the bed.
Upon entering, Alexa flicked on lamps at either side of the bed, producing a dim orange light in the room.
“I’m going to go freshen up,” said Mandy, setting the wine glasses down but still holding her duffle bag. “Is it okay if I use your bathroom?”
“Of course,” said Alexa. “It’s right there.” She pointed to the half-open door of her en-suite bathroom.
Mandy walked into the bathroom and shut the door. When she turned the light on a fan started to run as well. Setting her duffle on the counter, she dropped her jean shorts and her black knickers to the floor in one move, and made her way to the toilet. After a quick pee, she approached the mirror and primped. She put her blonde hair up in a bun and wiped some wine stains off her lips. Pursing her lips now, she made a kissing noise at herself in the mirror.
Sorting through her duffle, she found her baby blue knickers with the cream-color lace and slipped them up her legs. Next, she removed her shirt and pulled a tee-shirt from her bag. The tee was a very washed out black, with a faded and cracked white silhouette of a dove on the front, and it hugged her torso tightly. Stuffing her other clothing into the duffle, she stood up, holding the duffle by its handles with one hand, and moving a few thin tresses of hair out of her face with the other. She took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.
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