Page 6 of Sapphic Stuff

A few moments later, Shannon pulled Erin up beside her to look deep into her eyes. Although her cheeks were flushed from the pleasure, her face was entirely serious. Erin blushed at the intense scrutiny, already starting to regret her actions and sure she was about to be rejected, just as she had rejected Shannon.

“What do you want?” Shannon whispered.

It wasn’t what Erin had expected, and she paused, not knowing how to put her desires into words. “I want… I want you. And I want to do things with you… and I want… I want what you did with Christie, where you talked dirty to her… and… and told her what to do. I want you to tell me what to do. And I want to come on your fingers… and I want to please you.” She was getting caught up in her words, they were coming faster, spilling out of her mouth, until Shannon put a finger to her lips.

“You want to be a good little girl?” Shannon’s voice was quiet, and its intensity made Erin shiver. “You want to be my good little girl?”

Erin nodded, not wanting to talk since Shannon’s finger was still at her lips.

Shannon looked at her, studying and contemplating. Erin tried to put all her earnestness and desires into her eyes. She really did want Shannon and she wanted everything she’d seen Shannon doing with other girls… and more. She wanted to explore some of her other fantasies, her perverse desires—the things good girls from small towns didn’t talk about.

Shannon leaned forward and kissed her again. This time Erin accepted the kiss and didn’t pull away as Shannon pulled her close.

Shannon’s hand went up to her breasts, squeezing them gently and then roughly, tugging on Erin’s nipples and pinching them a little. It hurt, but it also felt good. Her pussy already tingled with arousal, and the painful pleasure made it feel like she had an unbearable itch that needed scratching. Erin writhed in Shannon’s arms, and her legs spread as Shannon reached down, pressing the flat of her hand against Erin’s heated pussy.

A moment later, two fingers were spearing into her, roughly pushing upward into her pussy and against her g-spot. Erin gasped against Shannon’s lips, her body arching with surprise and expectation. She closed her thighs over Shannon’s hand, and the heel of Shannon’s palm rubbed against her clit as the fingers inside her wriggled spasmodically. Erin humped against Shannon’s hand, and the heat inside her rose quickly; the fantasies in her head were swept away by the much more intense reality.

Their lips parted, and Erin leaned her head forward onto Shannon’s shoulder, clutching at her and whimpering as unfamiliar ecstasy washed over her and Shannon’s voice whispered in her ear.

“Good girl, Erin. Can you feel my fingers inside you? You want to come on my fingers, don’t you? Don’t you? You’re a little slut, aren’t you? You’re my little slut, crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. Horny little girl…” A third finger pushed its way into Erin’s hole, slightly painful and stretching, and she gasped in pleasure. “Fuck my fingers. Fuck them, you horny little lesbian.” The pleasure mounted as Shannon degraded her verbally, her voice filled with loving tenderness despite the harsh words. “Come for me, little Erin. Come on my fingers.”

With a choking moan Erin tensed, her thighs squeezing Shannon’s hand tightly as she came, shaking as tears sparked in her eyes at the intensity of the orgasm. She gasped and clung to Shannon until her body relaxed. Shannon put her soaking fingers to Erin’s lips, and she cleaned them dutifully, though her body still shook.

Afterward, Shannon took Erin in her arms and stroked her back and hair, murmuring reassurances, telling her not to be frightened.

Erin was scared… both of the repercussions of the night and that she might lose Shannon now that the sex was over. Unsure on so many levels, Erin shook in Shannon’s arms, clinging to her as her heart pounded. Patiently, Shannon soothed her, until Erin relaxed and fell asleep, her head nestled on Shannon’s breast.

The next morning Erin awoke to see Shannon smiling down at her. “Good morning beautiful.”

The End

Experimentation

Chapter 1

Gina stood at her friend’s door, tossing her long brown hair impatiently. She hadn’t seen Clara in almost a month now after her trip to Europe! Even though she had written her friend many emails about all the sexually charged adventures she’d had, she was eager to expound more fully upon them in person.

Before her trip, she’d never considered what a sexy little number Clara was, with her bob-cut black hair and bright hazel eyes, her smooth curves… Gina still preferred men to women but she couldn’t help wondering if her emails had been as hot to read as they had been to write.

She found out the answer as soon as the door opened and Clara practically pounced her, throwing her arms around Gina wildly and planting a wet kiss on her lips. Gina was surprised at first but then returned it enthusiastically.

“Get in here,” Clara said as they broke apart, grabbing her friend’s hand and dragging her along. “You have no idea how awful it’s been to wait for you to get home! Your emails got me so hot, and I’ve been wanting to try some of that stuff out so bad! Sex with a guy just wasn’t doing it for me because I was thinking about you and what you must be doing!”

“Wonderful!” Gina grinned as they scampered up to Clara’s bedroom. “I’ve been anxious to get home to you and show you some of the stuff I learned!”

They quickly began stripping each other’s clothing off, running their hands over smooth curves.

“Girls feel so much softer than guys,” Clara commented as she slid Gina’s underwear down her long legs, letting her fingers drag along the smooth skin. She gaped at her friend’s bare mound. “And less hairy.”

Gina caught Clara’s mouth in another kiss, cupping her friend’s pert, B-cup breasts in her hands and gently thumbing the nipples. She was rewarded with a soft, sexy moan. She quickly pulled down Clara’s underwear to reveal her neatly trimmed black mound and slid one finger along Clara’s pink slit. Her friend was leaking copiously.

“Oh my,” Clara whispered as Gina began slowly working her mouth from ankle to calf to thigh. “Did you really sleep with Mr. Lay?”

Gina nibbled delicately on her friend’s inner thigh as Clara spread her wider to allow better access, “Yes.” She blew cool air upward toward her friend’s heated pussy.

“God, that’s hot,” Clara murmured, her eyes half closed as her fingers wound around Gina’s hair.

Gina stood and kissed her friend, and then they fell backward onto the bed, wriggling around to get into a better position.