Laura and Gail Chronicles: Hot Lesbian Erotica Compilation Page 2

  Gail tilted her head to the side and crinkled her nose. “Okay. But in there,” she nodded back over her shoulder. “In the Casbah. If anyone came in and saw us kissing, I'd never hear the end of it. They already tease me, about being too cute and sweet. I don't need that.”

  Laura followed her down the hallway to the last room, wondering all the while how it would be different if the two of them emerged from The Casbah to find Emily or Prentice there. They would surely think she and Gail had been doing more than kissing.

  The Casbah was lit by two heavily-shaded lamps, so that the atmosphere was soft and shadowy and intimate. There was a mattress and box spring on the floor; no bed frame. But the sheets appeared clean. God, it's a gymnasium purely for fucking, Laura thought, feeling the insides of her pussy flutter. Gail shut the door behind them.

  “How do they know not to come in?” Laura asked her.

  “Oh. I forgot.” Gail opened the door She took a red silk necktie, already tied in a loop, from a hook next to the frame and hung it on the outside doorknob. “You're supposed to hang the tie there. Then they know to stay out. I never go in The Casbah very much, as I said. So, I forget.”

  Again she closed the door behind them. Now, don't push things, Laura, Laura reminded herself. Go easy on this sweetie. She doesn't know how much she wants it yet. Just humoring me.

  Again she caressed Gail's smooth dark cheek with her fingertips. Gail was pliant and soft, looking up at her. She was about a head shorter than Laura, so that Laura had to bend down a little to reach her lips. Their mouths came together tentatively. Laura did not know how far to push it, this kiss, and Gail seemed very passive and submissive, as if she was leaving it entirely in Laura's hands.

  “Mmmmmm,” Laura realized she was humming deep in her throat as she curved her own mouth into Gail's, trying to get Gail to open hers. She did manage to slip the tip of her tongue between Gail's lips. And she also realized her arms had encircled the girl, pulling her closer. Her fingers were lightly digging into Gail's back through her basketball jersey, enough to feel with her fingertips the strap of Gail's bra.. “Mmmmm.”

  Then Gail pulled back, pulled away. Even though dark and lovely, never more so than now in the shadows of The Casbah, her scent a marvel of her yoga-induced sweat mingled with faint traces of her usual healthy bloom, she seemed flushed. She seemed embarrassed. “Isn't that enough?”

  Mmmmm, you darling, that's never enough, Laura wanted to say. “I guess it is if you say so,” she replied softly.

  Gail smiled her pixie smile. “Okay, one more. Just a little one. No sticking your tongue in.”

  “I thought you might like that.” Gail shook her head. Laura shrugged, resigned. “Okay. Your rules.”

  Gail closed her eyes and presented her lips. So cute. She really was devastating, Laura reflected. Who could ever resist her? Slowly, she pressed her own mouth into them, this time giving Gail the full measure of her most sensual, seductive, romantic kiss, hoping to kindle a fire that she knew was latent, that needed only the right spark to flare up in an exciting little burst. Once that happened . . .

  This time Gail kissed back, though only in the vaguest, most tentative way, moving her lips against Laura's, not trying to stop things in the middle. Laura had to exert all her self-control not to succumb to her acute physical desire. At moments like these, a fierce wave of sharp sexual need would undulate through her body and mind, and she would often grope and squeeze and whimper and suck and knead and moan softly as the woman in her arms grew warmer and more receptive. Neither of them realized that she had slipped one hand up under Gail's basketball jersey onto her warm, sweat-sticky back, until Gail pulled away, out of the kiss, panting slightly. Her eyes were glassy as she looked up at Laura, her face so close.

  “You're touching my back,” she said, but not accusatory, just stating a fact.

  “Sorry,” Laura said. But she left the hand where it was. “I didn't realize it.”

  “I think this has gone too far.”

  Laura's heart sank. “Sorry,” she said again, now slowly removing her hand. She pecked Gail on the forehead. “I guess you can't blame me for wanting you.”

  Gail shook her head and beamed at Laura. “I don't blame you for anything. I like people wanting to fuck me. Lots of them do, you know. You should see the way they follow me around Walgreen's. Mostly men, of course. Some d--”

  Laura was gazing at her mouth, the sensual mouth she had just been kissing and trying not to devour rapaciously. Somehow Laura's focus on her mouth brought Gail up short.

  She laughed uncomfortably. “I was going to say 'dykes.' They . . . follow me too.”

  “I suppose you include me in that group.”

  “Actually . . . no. I never put two and two together until just tonight.”

  Laura took a few deep breaths. I sure guess we're wasting our time here in The Casbah, she thought. Maybe we should just clear out and leave it for Prentice and his gang of horny guys. “One more little kiss,” she murmured to Gail. “I promise not to touch you. But it'll . . . give me something to dream about.”

  Gail tilted her head to the side and smiled curiously at Laura. “You really are a romantic, aren't you. I like that. You're different. Guess that's why I always liked you.”

  She let Laura kiss her a final time, but Laura's hopes were still dashed. Instead of warming up and participating, Gail merely submitted, as if waiting for it to be over, for Laura's little lust storm to pass. This attitude on her part, of course, made it pass quickly. Laura realized the futility of the moment and wound up the kiss quickly. “There,” she said, pulling back. “Thank you . . . for indulging me.”

  “My pleasure,” Gail said brightly, opening the door, removing the necktie from the doorknob and hanging it back on its hook. “Look, nobody here. I guess we could've done it right there in the front room.”

  Laura grabbed her hand and pulled her closer in the darkened hallway. “I would do it with you anywhere,” she breathed, letting her lips brush Gail's smooth cheek, feeling that she could lose nothing by being bold.

  “I know you would,” Gail breathed back. “And don't think I'm not tempted. But somehow it just . . . gives me the collywobbles for now, you know? I just can't make up my mind. So don't push me, okay? Just give me a little time.”

  “A little,” Laura winked. “But I warn you, I may die of longing.”

  “No, you won't. You should join my yoga class. It'll take your mind off sex.”

  “I know,” Laura smiled. “I'll hurt so much all the time that I won't be able to think of anything but aspirin.”

  At the door Gail took the initiative for once and kissed Laura. It was, however, a quick, sisterly kiss. “There. That'll have to hold you for a while.”

  “I'm pining,” Laura teased. “I'm melting and wilting and languishing.”

  “If you're good, maybe next time a real kiss.”

  “When's 'next time'?”

  “Don't push it, okay?”

  Driving Gail home from her yoga class--Prentice's car was still not fixed, and Gail had asked Laura again for a ride--Laura tried to control the undercurrent of her desire for the girl, who was so exasperating that it was hard not to discard her completely. On the other hand, who could resist a good challenge? And there remained something wildly fetching about Gail, despite her apparent reluctance to return Laura's attentions.

  “So . . . how come you let me kiss you in The Casbah last time?” Laura asked her.

  Gail shrugged and gave her a you-expect-me-to-know-the-answer-to-everything? look. “You wanted to.”

  “You didn't?”

  Gail pursed her enchanting lips. “I really didn't care. I wanted to please you.”

  “You know what would really please me.”

  “I'm not ready for that yet.”

  “Long wait,” Laura said, with a trace--only a trace--of bitterness.

  Gail crinkled her nose. “You're married. You must get enough. Anyway, what if she knew you're flirting w
ith me?”

  “She would kill me. But she doesn't know. She won't know.”

  “Cheating makes it more exciting, doesn't it.”

  “Don't be nasty.” Laura gave her a tight smile. She pulled up in front of Gail's apartment house in the Mission.

  “Want to come up?” Gail asked brightly.

  Laura sighed wearily, not knowing if she could go through that again. “Maybe not.”

  “Oh, come on! It won't hurt you. Maybe you can meet Prentice, or Emily. I'll make us a cup of tea.”

  “I'd rather have a drink.”

  “We don't have any alcohol.” Gail frowned. “Or, maybe we do. Prentice and his buddies drink, now and then. I think mostly beer.”

  Laura was already driving around the block, looking for a plausible parking space. I should know better, she told herself. It gives me the cobbeywobbles, she heard Gail saying. I'm not ready for that yet. On the other hand, she was very disappointed in herself for being so single-minded about sex. Just because I want to fuck her doesn't mean I can't be friendly and civilized, she admonished herself. There's more to life than fucking, I guess. Just wish she weren't so cute, with her fetching little mouth and her amazing butt.

  Usually Laura did not go for 'cute,' but Gail was an exception. On the surface she was indeed cute; adorable, in fact. She had a tight little boyish body, slim hips, darling butt; sometimes she wore her cascades of blond curly hair in big side-saddle pigtails that made her look about thirteen. Laura, who had always steered clear of the underage nymphet sirens, was nevertheless wildly susceptible to the schoolgirl look.

  She found a legal parking place about two blocks from Gail's apartment house. They traipsed back together. Upstairs, no one was home, as before. Gail went into the kitchen and reappeared holding a half-empty bottle of vodka.

  “Guess what? You're in luck, you old alky. Prentice must've left this. You like vodka?”

  “Better than mother's milk,” Laura smiled. “Just drop a couple of ice cubes in it.”

  Gail returned with Laura's drink, handing it to her with distaste, as if it were some sort of poison that only people over thirty drank.

  “You don't have to look so disapproving,” Laura told her, taking a gulp. “Why don't you join me?”

  “Euuchh! Put that stuff inside my body?”

  I can think of a few things attached to me that I'd like to put inside your pretty little body, Laura thought. She could feel the familiar stirrings in her groin; partly the liquor, party Gail's completely ingenious but alluring presence. She again wore the loose-fitting basketball jersey with the huge crimson number 43 on the back. You could see almost nothing of her slim little body under it. But I can dream, can't I? Laura thought.

  “Won't hurt you,” Laura told her. “Not one drink. Maybe it'll make you want to share another kiss with me in the Casbah.”

  “You can't get that out of your dirty old mind, can you,” Gail snapped, grinning.

  She abruptly took Laura's glass out of her hand and put it on the nearby table. Then she took Laura's hand and pulled her almost roughly down the hall, to the room in the back, the famous Casbah. She pulled Laura inside and pointedly took the red necktie from its hook and hung it on the outside doorknob before closing the door behind them.

  “My my . . . here we are,” Laura said, looking around. “Kind of dark in here. Shouldn't we turn on the light?”

  “I thought you wanted to kiss me. You smell like vodka. Yuck.”

  “Vodka doesn't smell.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  “Turn on the light so I can see you to kiss you.”

  Without answering, Gail suddenly pulled the basketball jersey up over her head and threw it carelessly to the side. She wore a black bra; not a fancy, filigreed one, but a simple black bra. It was dim in the room, but Laura could still see her wonderful, gleaming dark skin, lots of it. Gail bent both hands behind her back to open the clasp, but Laura pulled her close.

  “Let me do that.”

  “Why?”

  “I like your body. I want to kiss you.”

  Gail's eyes, in the semi-darkness, were now large and pulsing with meaning. She was giving in and wanted Laura to know what a big moment it was for her. “No, you want to fuck me,” she whispered.

  “That too,” Laura said, before drinking her mouth in a voracious kiss that lasted a good two minutes.

  Gail kissed back, though tentatively. She opened her mouth to Laura's tongue but did not stick her own tongue into Laura's. Nevertheless, she was breathing harder by the time their mouths came apart. Laura kissed her smooth neck and her ear while unfastening her bra clasp behind her back. She could taste the residue of sweat on Gail's body left by her earlier yoga exertions.

  “You taste good,” she murmured. “Like yoga sweat.”

  “You're sick,” Gail giggled softly. “Liking the taste of vodka and sweat.”

  “I like the taste of you.”

  Laura kissed her shoulders and her throat, peeling the bra straps off her body, sliding them down her arms. Gail's naked upper body was supple and smooth, though still a little sticky in spots from the dried sweat. It reminded Laura a little of the taste of Ashley's body, days earlier, though there was really no comparison, save that both were small and fairly lean, Ashley a little fleshier than Gail, and much darker. Gail was not light complexioned, but not coal black either, like darling Ashley.

  Laura filled both hands with Gail's small, firm breasts. She rubbed them and squeezed them and lightly pinched Gail's large black areolas in her fingers and thumbs. She cradled one small breast in her palm and dropped her mouth to it. The light in the room was coming in only through the draped window, but their eyes were now growing used to the dimness, and Gail watched intently as Laura drew almost her whole small breast into her mouth.

  Even though she was frequently a breast-sucking maniac, Laura for the moment moderated her fierce oral hungers, sensing Gail's reluctance, knowing that she had to be drawn gradually into this exciting event, to which she had finally consented. She knew Gail well enough by now to realize that Gail might pull out at any moment, perhaps if things got too unexpected or intense.

  On the other hand, she was in ninth heaven herself, finally having Gail's lovely young breast almost completely inside her mouth for the first time. She held it there as if it were something infinitely valuable, which it was, and stroked Gail's wet, large nipple with her tongue. But Gail said nothing; not that she liked it, or she didn't. She was silent, except for accelerated breathing. Finally, she made a little gasp.

  “You're . . . good,” she gasped.

  “You want to go over to the bed?”

  “Yes.”

  The Casbah was definitely designed solely for fucking, especially, Laura presumed, gay man fucking. As Gail had told her weeks ago, it had been arranged chiefly by her roommate Prentice, who brought his male friends there frequently. It was, nevertheless, clean. The bed was square in the middle of the room, no frame, taut white clean sheets.

  “It's clean,” Laura remarked.

  “Prentice is a clean freak. He has, I don't know, a dozen sets of sheets. He puts a clean one on after every . . . you know . . .”

  There were bottles and tubes of lubricant on the floor on each side of the box spring. Within reaching distance, Laura reflected. There were also dildos, a couple of them, one a monster. And handcuffs. And candles with candle holders. Ah, she thought, he likes the romance of candlelight.

  “Emily brought the candles,” Gail said, as if reading Laura's mind. “She says they make you look like Angelina Jolie, all glowing and fuckable.”

  Laura was unbuttoning her own blouse, while trying and not trying to take her hungry eyes off Gail's delicious small breasts. She laughed softly, dropping her blouse on the floor at her feet and starting on her skirt. “You are glowing and fuckable without it,” she murmured.

  For the first time, Gail appeared to be shy, even though she was already half-naked. She grinned at Laura and unzipped her
jeans slowly. “I'll bet you say that to all the girls you seduce.”

  “Wait a minute,” Laura smiled. “Who says I seduced you? I never pushed you. Not once.”

  “No,” Gail nodded, agreeing. “You're right. Are we going to stop talking and do it, or what?”

  They were finally both down to their panties: Laura's, pale green and lacy, Gail's, black and small, cut like a Speedo. They faced each other, and Laura held out her arms. Come to Mama. Come and be ravished, you cutie. Come and let me have what I've been longing for.

  Tentatively, Gail took a step toward her. Laura embraced her, and for the first time their naked breasts mashed together. Laura kissed her searchingly. “I've sure wanted to do this a long time,” she murmured into Gail's neck.