I had a slight cold and a blocked nose. Not my idea of a romantic first time with a girl, but what can you do? I was insistent on never following female stereotypes anyway — about how we all have at least one lesbian encounter in our early twenties, or even high school years. I was adamant that I knew who I was, and I'd never slobber all over another girl. I...
She had a nice ass. My face turned bright red thinking that. It was true, though. I didn't consider myself bisexual or anything, but, damn. My delicious view was made possible by the fact that she was only five feet tall, so she needed to stand on a stool to reach a bag of chips in a high cupboard. Her short shorts barely covered that beautiful ass, and as...
Painting my nails, I like painting my nails, there is really nothing more relaxing than having some me time. Me time is a luxury, that I can't often afford, especially now days, there is always so much to do and not enough time to do it. I like to think of myself as an independent female, who is capable of fending for myself and who will risk everything to p...
In case you haven't read any of my other stories, my name is Alicia and I'm eighteen years old. My best friend since fourth grade and lover since December is Shelly. She's five months older than I and a very beautiful girl, if I may say so at the risk of being a little bit prejudiced. We are bisexual, not lesbians, because we have boyfriends, too. We have in...
Amber stepped into her apartment after a long day of classes. She could hear Mandy in the next room, and a constant, quiet sound. As Amber turned the corner, she saw Mandy painting their kitchen a soft blue. It was called Baby Blue, and they'd both agreed on it at the paint store when they'd shopped there nearly a week ago. Since it was their senior year a...
Another chapter in the life of Cara, a librarian with a penchant for young and natural women... *** It was something out of character for the middle aged librarian to slow her car on the shoulder of the dark and desolate highway when she saw a hitchhiker, because ordinarily Cara Janowsky would sooner step over a vagrant or brush past a person in need rathe...
April’s arrival had startled a disheveled Xanthe, her swimsuit pulled aside at the crotch and her shoulder straps hanging limply by her side. April didn’t know quite what was going on, but obeyed Xanthe’s instruction to remain silent. “What’s going on?” whispered April. She was another tall girl about five ten, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair,...
The local hot spot was a pizza joint with a bar named Santino's. It was actually two buildings side by side, joined into one. At 10:00 they closed the kitchen and opened up the dance floor on the other side and they sometimes had a band. The pizza was good, but mostly everyone went for the party. When Julie, Ashley and I walked in, everyone in the place was...
Who are you? Where are you taking me? How did you know my name? What about my friend? Those were the questions that should have been circling through Carol's head. Those were the questions she should have been asking. But every time she found a moment to think straight, every time she worked up the gumption to say anything, the only sound that escaped her...
(Author's note: I have already published this story on another site, but it needed a few minor tweaks and improvements, so I did that, and now I am happy to present it here. Please enjoy!) Donna hurried home after her last midterm. She was a junior at the University of Houston, and after her midterms grades were posted, she was in a mood to celebrate for a...