The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (55 page)

Sally stiffened. She willed herself to smile, anxious in case Toni thought her rigid posture was caused by reluctance. But she felt certain her defensiveness and her attempts to hide it would be
transparent to Toni’s experienced eye.

Snippets from the book came to her.
All warfare is based on deception
. . .
When capable of attacking, feign incapacity
. . .
Hold out baits to lure the
enemy
. . . Determined this evening would go as planned, she willed herself to focus on the importance of each remembered truism.

Sally sat naked on the chair. Her bra and blouse were strewn in the shadows of Toni’s darkened lounge. Her skirt, shoes and panties were somewhere beneath the table.
Every pore of her body tingled with mounting surges of desire. Toni had kissed her repeatedly as the clothes were removed. Her mouth pressed against Sally’s lips. Then her throat. And then
Sally’s breasts. The woman’s tongue stroked lovingly against the stiff bud of one nipple before she greedily suckled and nibbled. Sparkling rushes of energy fluttered from Sally’s
chest. The exquisite thrills were sharp and delicious.

“Open your legs a little,” Toni suggested.

Sally nodded.

Turning on her seat, painfully aware that Toni was clothed while she was now naked, she forced her thighs apart. The movement made her aware of the muscles at the tops of her legs as they grew
firm and the skin became taut. The knowledge that she was exposing her body’s most intimate secrets made her heart pound faster. The excitement of revealing herself to Toni, and feeling sure
the sight would be appreciated, sired a fresh surge of longing.

Toni’s gaze dropped between Sally’s legs.

Her eyes grew wide.

Her smile was appreciative.

She licked her lips hungrily.

And then she lowered her head.

Again, Sally urged her body not to stiffen. She tried to relax in the chair as Toni’s head moved closer. The pressure of cool hands sliding against the warmth of her inner thighs was
maddeningly exciting. The first tickle of Toni’s fringe against her stomach warned her the inevitable moment of contact was getting nearer. Then the warmth of soft breath brushed her waxed
mons pubis.

Toni’s tongue stroked the flesh of Sally’s sex.

It was nothing more than a feather-light caress. The simple sensation of a tongue slipping against her skin. Yet it inspired a reaction that pushed Sally to the brink of climax. She stiffened in
her chair – amazed such sensations could be borne from so subtle a source. Tremors of raw ecstasy shivered from her loins. The inner muscles of her sex convulsed and twitched with avaricious
greed. Gasping softly, desperate for Toni to continue, she wondered how much better the sensations would become when the woman properly began to excite her.

“You taste sweet,” Toni murmured.

Sally didn’t have the air in her lungs to accept the compliment. What little breath she did have was snatched away when Toni delivered another kiss to her sex. This time the woman attacked
with more force. Her tongue pushed firm against the yielding split of Sally’s labia and eased between the moist folds of flesh. The sense of penetration; the gentleness of Toni’s mouth;
the heat of her tongue; the breadth of it squirming inside her sex: all those sensations combined to take Sally to the brink of an explosion.

She gripped the sides of her chair and urged her legs further apart. If she had been more experienced with women, Sally believed she would be stroking the woman’s head, gripping a fistful
of hair and guiding her wherever she desired. But because this was her first time Sally forced herself to sit still and enjoy. She quivered in the seat as Toni delivered fresh kisses and teetered
agonizingly on the brink of release. Her muscles ached from the exertion of sitting still and, when Toni’s fingers pressed more firmly against her thighs and she finally touched her tongue to
the tip of Sally’s clitoris, her restraint was banished.

Sally bucked against the chair.

Her hands gripped the seat so tight she could have snapped the wood.

A jolt of raw pleasure flourished from her sex like the opening to a prestigious firework display. The surge of delight hurtled through her inner muscles before erupting into a cascade of
dizzying splendour. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut she could see the startling illumination of pure joy as her body thrilled with satisfaction. Her sex clenched greedily against Toni’s
insistent kisses and her body melted with the fluid rush of orgasm.

She came back to the room as though she had been unconscious. She didn’t think the pleasure had been extreme enough to make her pass out. But it had been sufficiently distracting to let
her lose a moment or two. The first thing she saw was Toni’s grin: moist and exciting.

“Are you going to undress?” Sally whispered.

“Would you want that?”

It took every ounce of Sally’s self-possession not to hurl herself at the woman and wrench the slinky black dress from her body. Showing a degree of control that bordered on being heroic
she drew a deep breath and nodded. There was a maddening pause as Toni eased herself from the floor. And then that moment was dragged out as the woman brushed her dress down and began to prepare
herself for the slow process of a striptease. Sally watched with mounting impatience as Toni placed one stockinged foot between her legs, and then raised the hem of her skirt. She was allowed a
glimpse of the woman’s upper thigh as Toni reached for the lacy top of her stocking. And then she had to sit and squirm as the stocking was slowly rolled down to reveal one silky smooth
leg.

The tease was not without its benefits.

Sally was able to admire Toni’s commanding beauty and anticipate all the pleasure the night still had to offer. And she was able to catch the musk of the woman’s arousal – a
scent that was far more provocative than the heady perfume she wore. Sally studied Toni with forced patience as the woman shifted position and began to slide the second stocking slowly downwards.
But her need for further satisfaction overruled her patience.

The prolonged tease of watching the second stocking sliding from Toni’s thigh to her calf was too much. As soon as Toni had pulled it from her foot, Sally stood up and pressed herself
against the woman. Toni’s foot remained on the chair and Sally pressed herself against the roundness of her bare thigh. Her bare breasts were crushed against the sheer fabric of Toni’s
dress. And then both women were embracing each other.

Chilly fingers slipped against Sally’s back, sliding down toward her buttocks. The scratch of Toni’s manicure clawed lightly at bare flesh as Sally grew used to the idea that she was
naked and embracing a woman. Raising her face to meet Toni’s she studied the invitation of her moist lips for an instant, and then kissed her.

Aside from the exciting flavour of Toni’s mouth she found the taste of her own sex still rested on the woman’s lips. The forbidden flavour of her musk, warmed by Toni’s kisses,
fuelled a fresh urge for further intimacy. Taking a brief control of the moment she pushed the woman into the shadows toward the settee. They tumbled down together in a tight embrace.

A book was beneath them.

Sally pushed it aside without a second thought. Her interest was fixed only on undressing Toni and making full use of the woman’s body. Urging the zipper at her back open; struggling to
remove dark fabric and expose the pale flesh beneath; she gasped breathlessly as she stripped the woman bare.

Toni was naked beneath the dress.

Sally didn’t bother to worry why the woman hadn’t worn panties or a bra. If she had dwelt on the reasons she might have speculated that Toni had expected to seduce her this evening
and was simply undressed and ready for action. But all Sally could think about was her need to taste and explore and again revisit the delight of having Toni’s tongue against her sex.

Slender, chilly fingers teased at her cleft.

As Sally admired the beauty of Toni’s exposed body, applying kisses to each firmly rounded breast, Toni touched the moist warmth of Sally’s sex. The contact was formidable and
frightening. Each time Toni teased a finger against her, Sally came close to shrieking with another orgasm. Determined she wouldn’t simply succumb to the surge of satisfaction, adamant that
she would properly enjoy Toni before that pleasure could take her, Sally pushed the hand aside and suckled against a breast.

Toni moaned.

The sound was the most rewarding exclamation Sally had ever heard.

The shadows of the room remained behind them, stretching darkness and accentuating their solitude. Sally suckled against Toni’s left breast, and then her right, building herself up to the
impending thrill of tasting the woman’s sex. The prospect of another orgasm grew fat in her loins. Her movements and actions became urgent with greed. When Toni’s hand returned between
her legs, trying to force further contact with the dewy lips of her sex, Sally tried to brush the fingers away.

“I only want to touch you,” Toni complained.

“I want to taste you first,” Sally hissed.

“I want to see you come again,” Toni countered.

They studied each other with mirrored expressions of determination.

Toni broke the silence. “Why don’t we try a different position?”

Sally allowed her to resume control of the evening. Following Toni’s guidance she lay on top, with her head between Toni’s legs and her sex hovering over Toni’s face. Her
breasts pushed against the flat expanse of Toni’s toned stomach. Her own lower ribs were treated to the pressure of the woman’s nipples thrusting urgently against her flesh. But those
sensations were merely peripheral distractions. Her true excitement came from the thrill of being so close to the neatly trimmed wetness of Toni’s sex.

“We could never have done anything like this while we were working together,” Toni marvelled.

When she spoke, Sally felt the breath from each syllable kiss at the split between her legs. Instead of allowing that pleasure to overwhelm her, Sally said, “I was just thinking the same
thing.” She could have gone on to add that the strictures of office protocol would have made any relationship between two women unbearable if not impossible. There was too much gossip and too
many rules and regulations that frowned on personnel fraternization. Before this evening they would have run the risk of ruining their careers. After, they would be in different departments and
unable to exchange speculative glances and sly, suggestive smiles. This evening – with Toni about to move up the corporate ladder and Sally about to take her role at the head of advertising
– was the only opportunity that existed.

Rather than saying any of those things, Sally simply lowered her face to the split of Toni’s sex. Lilac inner labia protruded gently from the tight split of the outer lips. Sally thought
it looked as though the pussy was hungrily beseeching her for a kiss. She took a moment to drink the dizzying flavour of the woman’s scent. The feral fragrance was rich, exciting and
tempting. And then her mouth engulfed the lips as she sucked and licked with inexpert hunger.

At the same moment Toni pushed her tongue against Sally’s sex.

The pressure of their naked bodies together was divine but unimportant. The pleasure of tasting Toni’s sex was a thrill Sally would remember for the rest of her days. But the true
satisfaction came from the sensations of Toni’s tongue pushing into the tight muscles of her sex.

Sally tried to inflict the same pleasure on the woman beneath her. She writhed against Toni’s bare body with mounting impatience and urged her tongue between the wet, fleshy folds. Briefly
she was able to dart her tongue against the pulsing bud of Toni’s clitoris. The action was followed by a groan. Toni’s hips squirmed and convulsed in a jerk of fluid satisfaction.

Sally barely had chance to acknowledge that she had caused Toni’s orgasm. A tongue slipped against her sex and her clit was caught between frantically suckling lips. The cataclysmic
explosion of pleasure flourished from Sally’s sex. And this time, it was enough to make sure she lost consciousness for more than a few seconds.

Sally came back to herself, aware that Toni was asleep in the shadows by her side. She was shocked by what she had done and amazed by the way the evening had transpired.
Snatching her clothes from the floor, dressing by the guttering candlelight that had illuminated their meal and their lovemaking, she realized her heart still raced each time her memory returned to
all those things she and Toni had done. Dressing quickly, not bothering with her panties, stockings or bra, she simply pulled on her blouse and skirt and stepped into her shoes before reaching for
her coat. Her fingers brushed against the cover of a book that had been pushed from the settee earlier. Anxious to look at anything that might distract her thoughts from all that she had just
enjoyed, Sally brought it closer to the candlelight to read its title. Her pulse began to slow and her panic dwindled as she realized that Toni was also familiar with Sun Tzu. She wondered if, like
her, Toni had also been reading Chinese philosophy prior to making plans for the evening.

In the Pink

Kristina Wright

“I fucking hate taffeta.” My assertion was met by stares and silence from the other three bridesmaids who crowded into the country club powder room with me. I
don’t know what I was expecting. These girls were career bridesmaids while I was just the token dyke in the wedding party. My new sister-in-law Ginny was a wonderful girl, but it was an hour
into this little shindig and I was ready to kick her ass for forcing me into a pink taffeta gown and matching underwear (a gift from the giddy bride). Then again, what did I know? If it
wasn’t jeans and a T-shirt, I hated it. And I hated the fucking pink taffeta dress so much, I was getting hives.

“But you look so pretty,” cooed Melanie, one of the Stepford bridesmaids. She was dolled up in the exact same dress I was, but she somehow managed to look like she
belonged
in
taffeta.

“I don’t want to look pretty,” I snarled, tugging at the neckline of the dress that barely covered the peekaboo lace of the matching pink bra I was wearing. “I want to
get the hell out of this dress and into something that will let me breathe.”