The hottest lesbian stories you’ll ever read …
Just girls with girls, girls kissing girls, girls dating girls, girls being very naughty with girls!
Features five lesbian stories by Emily Cantore.
Includes:
Blind Date
Girl Toys
Girl Girl
Summer Holiday
Teacher Please
Warning: contains very explicit lesbian scenes.
I saw a flicker of movement in the reflection and turned around to see a woman stood behind me. She made me jump, appeared out of nowhere and with no warning. I held my hand to my chest and laughed, puffing my lips and taking a deep breath as she apologized to startling me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said, recoiling slightly.
“No no, that’s okay.” I replied, wondering if I knew her and had embarrassingly forgotten her name.
“I’m Lina, I saw you in the church earlier…” she said, and I realized that she was the slightly older woman who had been sat alone at the wedding service.
“Beth. Ah, yes. I didn’t know you had seen me, sitting all alone like an invalid…” I joked, suddenly noticing her curvy hips and bulbous breasts. Her elegant navy blue dress clung to her perfect body, with a sparkling diamond necklace that drooped from her neck to her cleavage, drawing my eyes down until I realized where I was looking. I averted my eyes but she smiled, seemingly scanning my body with great interest. Her eyes felt like laser beams burning holes in my skin as they pored over my bare arms and over my small, perky tits. My choice of forgoing a bra was not paying off, as my nipples firmed up and started to poke through the fabric in the cold breeze blowing through the main doors.
“Are you a friend of Sarah or James?” I asked, trying to divert her attention from my chilly tits.
“Oh, I’m on James’ side. We’re old school friends.” she said, still looking me over as I leaned against the glass case.
“Aahh!” I said, raising my eyebrows as if to imply that maybe she had some history with the groom.
“No no!” she chuckled, “Let’s just say he’s not my type…”
We were really getting along, and shortly after that we returned to the main hall and bought some more drinks. Our conversation went on for the rest of the night while the music blared away at a nearly deafening volume, getting up to collect some buffet food and even having a little dance once I had put away enough alcohol. I had forgotten all about the people I had been sat with, although they seemed to be having a whale of a time on their own without me. We chatted about our lives and hobbies, and she kept trying to move the topic of conversation on to relationships. Still reeling from my break-up, though, I was not really in the mood for discussing men. That wasn’t entirely what she had in mind, as I later found out.
EXCERPT:
From Girl Girl
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