Short Story: Joyce's Pool Party...

Every summer, a couple weeks after school was out, my friend Joyce would throw a big pool party during the week her parents went to their time share in Mexico.  As we said goodbye on the last day of school, Joyce told me not to forget her pool party and that she would email me the details so I could make sure I made it.  I honestly looked forward to that pool party every year because it gave me a chance to see all the hottest girls in school in their bikinis, drenched and soaking wet, running around and jumping in and climbing out of the pool.  It was always no boys – just the girls having fun, drinking a little, talking, laughing, and making lots of lesbian jokes and references though as far as everyone knew, we were all straight and into boys, though by then I knew my “fake” lesbian flirting was very genuine.  When I arrived at Joyce’s house, I didn’t see any cars, didn’t hear any shouting or splashing.  I almost thought I got the date wrong or something.  I decided to double-check just in case and went around the house through the side gate.  As I rounded the corner into the backyard, to my surprise, the yard was totally empty except for Joyce who was lounging on one of the chairs, her tan skin glistening in the heat and the sun.  As soon as she saw me, she jumped out of her chair, gasping, “You made it!” and coming towards me.  Her beautiful, long dark hair flowed behind her as even behind her sunglasses, her pretty Asian features caught my eye.  My glance moved down to her big pretty smile, then quickly locked on to her perky C-cup breasts, constrained  in her pretty white bikini top with metal strap accents, forming very sexy cleavage.  She must have recently been in the water because I could make out the outline of her nipples under the white top.  As fixated as my glance was, I managed to look down and take in the sight of her pink little hipster bottoms that tied on the side in big bows, the bows swaying with her hips as she walked towards me.  “Where is everyone?” I asked, puzzled.  “Did I get the time wrong?”  Joyce finally stood before me, reaching her petite hand out to grab mine, and without hesitation, pulled me in just far enough, tilted her head, and gently pressed her pretty, soft lips against mine.  It was just a peck but long and strong enough for me to know its intention.  Joyce pulled back from the kiss just a little, our noses still almost touching as she smirked a bit and said, “No, this year I want it to be just you and me.”

Short Story: Ashley's Mom...

I rang the doorbell twice and there was still no answer. I was about to turn and walk away when I saw her coming through the frosted glass door window. I could barely make out the figure, but when I saw the long blonde hair and what looked like little gray dress, I figured it was Mrs. Simon. Sure enough, the door opened and there she stood. “Oh, hi Monica.  Ashley’s at her grandma’s today.” I honestly don’t know how long passed from the time the words hit my ears and I finally responded. My eyes were far too busy. There stood Ashley’s mom, almost 6 feet tall in those black shiny heels, black sheer nylons and short tight dress. I was just wearing tennies with my jean shorts and white T-shirt, so I was literally at eye level with her beautiful, round, breasts as they protruded out from her frame and out the top of that tight dress. Little pearl earrings, perfect, golden long strands, and as always, perfect makeup and pretty green eyes. “Wow, Mrs. Simon.  You look amazing,” I said. She just smiled and laughed a little, turning a bit on her heels and grabbing at the hemline of her dress. “Thank you, sweetie. Mr. Simon was supposed to be home from work early tonight to take me to dinner, but he’s working late, so looks like I got all dressed up for nothing.” “Oh, no, I am sorry. He’s really missing out.” Mrs. Simon chuckled a little. “Well, sweetie, I’m going to go change into something more comfortable and heat up some left overs.  I’ll tell Ashley you came by.” “Um,” I said, looking towards the ground, “I don’t have any dinner plans.” Mrs. Simon looked at me, a bit puzzled, but I could also see her thinking. Did she get what I said? “Hmmmm, well, I do still have the reservation, and Ashley is spending the night at her grandmother’s house, so I really don’t have anything to do at all but sit and wait for my husband to get home. You know what, let’s do it. Why not?” Mrs. Simon’s smile then subsided a bit. “Oh, Monica, you’ll have to run home and change, though. It’s kind of a formal place.” “That’s OK,” I said, smiling, “Ashley and I wear the same size and I am sure she wouldn’t mind if I borrowed something. She probably even has some of my stuff she’s borrowed up in her room right now.” Mrs. Simon nodded and then motioned for me to come inside. “Well, you know the way. We’ll go as soon as you’re ready.”  I smiled, walked in, and quickly made my way up the stairs to Ashley’s room. I couldn’t believe my luck – everything seemed to have worked out as I planned. Of course, I knew Ashley was at her grandma’s for the night, and of course, I knew her stupid dad was going to break the dinner plans Ashley told me he was making with her mom to work late and bang that bimbo secretary of his. I just didn’t think it was going to be this easy for me to convince Ashley’s mom to take me to dinner instead! As soon as I got into Ashley’s room, I went straight for the good stuff – The white strappy platforms, white lace-top stay-up stockings, tiny white lace thong and pretty push-up demi bra with satin shoulder straps that Ashley hid from her mom in a box under her bed. I then grabbed the white cotton tight little halter dress with white lace-covered cut-outs at the sides of the waist and keyhole open back that I had leant Ashley to wear for her stupid boyfriend last weekend when her parents were out of town, and of course, dove into spoiled little Ashley’s Mac makeup drawer in her bathroom. I got dressed as quickly as I could, applied my makeup, teased up my hair, then topped it all off with a big white bow in my hair that I just happened to have in the pocket of my jean shorts that day for some reason. All done up, I took one last chance in front of Ashley’s bathroom mirror to check myself and then smirked at myself as I thought of something.  I reached behind my neck, undid the two buttons that held the dress around my neck and let it fall down around my waist, exposing the entire top half of my body and Ashley’s pretty little white lace bra that her mom didn’t even know she had.  Perfect! I headed down the stairs. “Mrs. Simon, I need your help!” I called out. She turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me with the surprised look on her face that I was hoping for. I watched her eyes carefully and saw her checking me out from head to toe just as I had seen her do two weekends ago when I got out of the pool in her backyard to go in and use the bathroom. “I can’t fasten the halter around my neck.  Can you help me?” She didn’t say a word, just watched me walk down stair after stair, one stair at a time, carefully in the big white strappy platforms. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, she took a step back and I stopped just inches from her, our eyes now level thanks to Ashley’s slutty shoes. Mrs. Simon breathed out, jarring herself from the little trance I knew I had just put her in, walking down her stairs with the top half of my dress down around my waist. I reached up with one of my hands and gently rubbed the white satin strap of the pretty little white bra.  “Do you think it’s tacky if the straps show?” Mrs. Simon’s gaze was locked on my eyes. She looked out the corner of her eye at my hand rubbing the bra strap. I bit my bottom lip and gave her the most perfect helpless little girl look I could muster. “Yes,” she said finally. “You don’t want the straps showing with a dress like that. I am sure Ashley has a strapless…” By the time she could finish saying it, I reached behind my back, undid the clasp, pulled the bra straps off my shoulders, and let the bra fall to the floor with my right hand, my eyes never leaving Mrs. Simon’s stare. Finally after a couple seconds, Mrs. Simon looked down at my breasts. I then lifted my right hand up and gently rubbed my long, French-manicured index finger’s nail in a circle around my nipple and said, “Why don’t we just skip dinner, Mrs. Simon…”

Short Story: Doctor Kate...

I was taken aback when she walked in. OMG, f-ing seriously? I didn’t care about old Doc Parker seeing me in nothing but a paper gown – he’d seen me since I was a little girl and it never really bothered me, but I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach – felt nervous and shy, a little embarrassed in nothing but my little white lace boyshort panties and a paper examination gown, sitting there on the table. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her – I knew I was staring – I knew I wasn’t that much of a woman yet – still almost just a girl – Our hair was almost identical, but after that, nothing else – she had the perfectly amble breasts and here I was without my padded push-up bra, just my barely A cups natural under nothing but paper – she had womanly curves at her hips, long slender legs and I still felt like a board when I looked at myself in the mirror. She had to have been at least twice my age – 36 at least to my 18, though she was definitely a young and hot mid thirties. OMG – she was just the MILF I fantasized about at night in the dark, hand down the front of my panties, hand doing you know what. “Hi, Monica, I’m Doctor Kate. Doctor Parker is out sick today so I am seeing his patients. How are you feeling?” Her eyes were so beautiful, her face so defined and gorgeous - the kind of gorgeous that lit up a room and turned heads.  “OK, I guess,” was all I managed to muster through my stare and nervous, cracking voice. “That is good,” she smiled. “So, just a routine check-up?” she asked. I nodded. “OK, great. I’ll let the nurse do the bloodwork after I leave and we’ll refer you out to a gyno as well, unless you already are seeing one?” I nodded yes. “Doctor Sanchez, my mom’s doctor. I see her regularly.” She smiled and nodded, “That is good. It’s always smart to get checked out, no matter how young you are.” She walked over towards me – I got even more nervous the closer she got. I almost felt myself tremble. “Little nervous?” she asked. “It’s perfectly normal. Don’t you worry about it at all.” I nodded again. “I am going to check your spine first – make sure there are no abnormalities. Will you stand up and turn around for me?” I slid off the table, onto the floor and turned around.  “I am going to open up the back of your gown here and run my fingers up and down your spine, OK?” I nodded again. My nervousness quickly gave way to another feeling as I felt her hands open up the ties on the gown, spread it apart, and start to run her soft fingers up and down my spine. “So, Monica, any regular medications? Birth control?” I was biting my bottom lip a little at her touch and couldn’t help but breathe out a little sigh as I answered, “No, nothing.” “Really?” she asked, a genuinely surprised tone in her voice. “A beautiful girl like you must have a boyfriend. I hope you’re taking the necessary precautions. Always better to be safe.” I nodded as I felt her fingers leave my spine and pull the gown back together. “Um,” I muttered. “No, no boyfriend. I’m, um, I’m not really into…guys.” She reached up and put a hand on each of my shoulders and pushed and pulled indicating that she wanted me to turn around. I looked straight at the ground, afraid to look at her. Why in the world did I just say that to her?! Shit, what if she tells my mom?! “It is OK, Monica. I’m not really into guys either, so I understand.” My heart started to race. Did she just say that?! “OK, hun,” Doctor Kate said, acting as if she had not just said what she said, “now I am going to pull the top of your gown down off your shoulders a bit so I can listen to your heart, OK. The stethoscope might be a little cold, but I’ll go quick.” She reached up to the neckline of the gown and I couldn’t help but look right into her eyes as she gently pulled the gown down, stopping just before it was about to expose my nipples. “Now, don’t you worry, Monica, anything you tell me stays between you and me, OK?” I was lost in her eyes. “So, you’re, um...” I started to ask. “Sweetie,” she said to me in a comforting voice, “I could see how nervious you got when you said that, but you’re 18 now, so that is between me and you, OK?” I nodded breathing a bit of a sigh of relief. “Besides, I didn’t come out to my family until I was almost 30, so I understand what it is like to be carrying around that secret.” She said it so matter-of-factly, so casually. Did it really get to be that little of a deal some day? “So, you’re, um…” I muttered again. “Yes, hun,” she said, nodding, still smiling, still looking into my eyes, “a lesbian. All my life.” I don’t know what came over me – I don’t know why I did it, other than the fact that I could just not help myself. Maybe it was a leap of faith, maybe it was because she was being so nice, maybe it was because she was so beautiful, but without a word, I leaned forward, my eyes never leaving hers, and went for it. I pressed my lips against hers with all the passion I could muster, all the experience that I had, which wasn’t much, hoping my kiss would be at least somewhere close to the type of kiss she was used to. Even as my lips pressed against hers, as I felt her softness, felt her lip gloss, tasted just faintly and smelled so strongly its fragrance, I thought to myself, OMG, what are you doing, Monica?! It was about two or three seconds – the longest of my life – that I was pressed against her lips, my eyes still looking into hers while her eyes were wide with surprise, her lips frozen, her frame too caught off guard to even take a breath – but then…then all of the sudden, her eyes closed, I felt her push back against me, felt her lips return the kiss, gently parting a little as she turned her head to the side and I felt her tongue gently make its way to mine. Her right hand immediately cupped the back of my neck and the left pulled me close into her, my little A cups pressing against her beautiful, large, womanly breasts. What an amazing kiss! What passion! What power she had in her lips! Before I could even fathom the ramifications of how embarrassing it would have been for me had she not returned my kiss, she had moved her hands behind me, cupped my ass cheeks and helped me back up to a sitting position on the examination table. In one motion, I spread my legs and she was pressed against me, my legs wrapping behind her, her arms holding me, our lips never parting. My instincts just took over – my hands opened her white coat, then one began to massage her breast through her silky burgundy top and the other went straight for the hemline of her short black skirt, quickly finding its way to the warmth of her nylon little panties, my arm brushing against the lace tops of her stocking and what felt like actual garter belt straps! Wow, actual real lingerie, like a real, actual woman! My mind was aflutter, my hands doing things I would never have imagined when she had walked in the room just a few minutes earlier. As I fidgeted a little with her panties, trying to move them over out of my way, I felt her hands reach up to the neckline of my paper gown and pull it away from my body. It was such a forceful motion, literally ripping the paper gown off of me. Her lips were still locked with mine as her arm flung the paper gown behind her. Then, she opened her eyes and I felt her pull away from the kiss. Worry for a second, but then understanding as her hands gently pushed on my shoulders and I leaned back, finally laying back on the table. She was so deliberate, so almost forceful, yet somehow gentle with her touch. I’d never been with a woman before – not like this – not like the girls at school – such smooth movement, no talking, just raw passion.  In one motion, her face moved down the length of my upper body, her arms went under the back of my thighs and her lips began to gently kiss me through the white lace of my little boyshort panties. I looked down in amazement, almost stunned by how quickly this was all happening, only to find her beautiful eyes once again looking up at me, her lips moving quickly back and forth between her kissing my panties and making the biggest, most beautiful smile that I had ever seen. It wasn’t long before she yanked those boyshort panties to the side, literally ripping them at the seams a bit, and I was so overcome with ecstasy that I had to close my eyes, lay my head back and just enjoy the feeling as her tongue finally met with my wet, waiting lips... 

Short Story: Tiana's Photoshoot...

When my friend Tiana asked me to come see her photoshoot, I had no idea what to really expect. I’d long admired the beautiful girls I saw each and every night on the internet when I strayed from checking email and Facebook and inevitably found myself on some softcore or lesbian site. Sure, I saw girls at work every day and some even knew I was a lesbian, but it was hard to take that leap of faith and tell them I was attracted to them. But with Tiana, it was different. When I flirted, she flirted back. When I touched her cheek and smiled, she rested her head in my hand and said that she didn’t know what she would do without me. All of these emotions were fluttering around within me when I received her invitation to come to what she called her first really racy photo shoot. Imagine the thoughts that were going through my head when she emerged on the set, waved to me, and removed her robe to reveal she was wearing nothing but a little gray cotton cut off top, tiny pair of little white cotton full-back panties, and some long thigh-high socks. Imagine the thoughts going through my head when at one point during the shoot, she looked right at me and mouthed, “You like?” to which, of course, I nodded yes. Then, imagine my surprise when the photographer called it a wrap and Tiana immediately came over to me, took me by the hand and led me back to her dressing room where she immediately locked me in a tight embrace and thrust her lips against mine! Within seconds, we were lying on the couch, me on top, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we had wished to do for so long. My fingers quickly found their way into those little white cotton panties as we maintained our lip-locked embrace. And within mere seconds more, I was down between her legs, my lips and tongue showing my precious lover just how beautiful I thought she was.  

Short Story: An Evening With Selena...

I offered to wear a hoodie, maybe even dress up like I was a boy – but she said that would just arouse more suspicion. She said I needed to look like any other fan – like any other lucky fan – who was chosen to go backstage to meet her. I looked at pictures from her concerts – I had honestly never been to one of her shows when we met that day at the private jet terminal at the airport where I was working part-time, but wanted to make sure I blended in, though I worried I might be a little too old to pass as someone in the audience at one of her shows. I opted for a simple white cotton A-line dress, held in at my midriff with a cute tiny little red belt, and red four-inch platforms – cute and sexy enough, but not big enough to get too much attention. I brought no purse – like she instructed – no identification whatsoever. I put a little red bow in my hair, wore my cute red plastic heart-shaped sunglasses that she said she liked so much, and put on the bright red lipstick she gave me for my birthday. And of course, no panties, just like she had asked. I looked for the security guard she described to me and said to him as I was instructed: “Hi, I am Monica.” He quickly nodded and without a word led me through the security gate at the stadium and down into its back corridors. I wondered if he had any idea why I was there, but then thought, why would he? He guided me through a busy stone corridor, no one taking particular note of me at all. But, after walking just a short distance and passing another security barrier, we seemed to be the only ones around. “This is the backway, as she instructed. No one will see you come in or out. I am the only one with access to this corridor.” I just smiled and nodded, trying to surpress how exciting I found all of this. Then, we arrived at a red door, plain with nothing on it. He took out a key, unlocked the door, and opened it for me. I stepped in and he quickly closed and locked the door behind me. Before I could take another step, there she was, sitting in front of the mirror, as beautiful as I had remembered – as beautiful as I saw on the Internet each and every day when I searched for her just to see what she was up to. She walked right up to me and smiled, taking my hand in hers. Her beautiful bright purple lips met mine and I felt the bright purple lace of her top brush against my arm as her left hand gently rested on the back of my neck. She felt so warm to the touch, smelled so wonderful, and was so pretty that I still could not believe this was real. I jumped forward a bit when I felt her other hand gently graze from the bottom of my ass cheek to the middle of my lower back, completely up underneath the back of my dress. She pulled away from the kiss and her eyes were wide and bright, her face emblazoned with the cutest little look of surprise. “You actually didn’t wear any?!” she said in an excited whisper. “Naughty girl!” “Anything for you, Selena,” I smiled as I moved in closer so our lips could meet again.

Short Story: A Picture Of Lea...

Hate to gush, but sometimes in my dreams I look to my right when I am lying in bed and imagine this is the vision before my eyes, staring back at me. I gently reach up with my right hand and push the few stray stands of hair entwined with her right eyebrow and eyelashes and she smiles a brilliant, beautiful smile, her eyes shimmering in the dim light of my room. “Thanks,” she whispers, almost just mouthing the words as I say back in the same whisper, “You’re welcome.” Our eyes stay locked for second after second as my breath starts to quicken a bit and I build up the courage to start to move toward her. Our eyes stay locked until the very moment that I am close enough to feel her breath, then, as if to tell me she feels the same way I do, her eyes gently close and her lips pucker ever so slightly. My lips meet those soft, lush, pretty lips and as cliché as it sounds…fireworks. Within seconds, we are locked in a tight embrace, our eyes closed, our lips and our tongues dancing in unison, our breath molding into one.