Best Lesbian Erotica 2013

POOL PARTY Zoe Amos

It was one of those days when the heat slows you down and the humidity curls the wallpaper off the walls. There’s not much to do on a Sunday after church in a sleepy Southern town in the middle of August except try to stay cool.

Michelle envied her neighbors with backyard pools. She wiped her bandana across her forehead and rolled it up to make a headband. She knotted it in place behind her head where it got caught in the frizz of her hair. The thought of buying a Walmart kiddie pool was tempting, and she snickered at the idea of filling it up in the middle of her apartment. At least her feet would stay cool. Right now, the only thing she had was a rapidly warming can of beer propped between her legs as she sat on the balcony of her second-story apartment looking across the parking lot at the back of Jenkins’ Hardware. The aluminum can did little to temper the heat radiating from that part of her body. There was only one cure for that, and she hadn’t seen any action since LaTanya said good-bye.

LaTanya had a small above-ground pool at the house she rented and they’d used it a couple of times shortly after they met last September. That option was out of the question since they’d broken up in May. LaTanya told Michelle not to call until she developed the part of her brain that controlled common sense, which would probably not come this century judging by her lack of judgment and unacceptable behavior. It was over with a capital O and Michelle knew why. Her dalliance with the girl from Ole Miss who was home on Spring Break had cost her the relationship, a fair price to pay. When asked by her (ex) girlfriend to explain why she felt compelled to diddle around like that when she already had a perfectly good relationship going, Michelle didn’t have an answer. That was the end of that and there would be no more fun and splashing around in the long hot days of summer.

Through the grapevine, Michelle heard that LaTanya was taking a break from romance by putting her energy into her job at the cable company. Just what the world needed: another crabby customer service rep. The misadventure was three months ago, long enough for the anger to have settled and for her to try again. Yes, LaTanya could be full of attitude, a bitch some might even say. Not always. There were plenty of fun times, and a little fun in the pool with its sparkling water would be a great way to get reacquainted. The idea of cooling off and the prospect of a rekindled romance took over Michelle’s mind. She finished her beer, got in her pickup and drove to LaTanya’s without calling first.

Once she was past town, the dusty road was empty of cars. Traversing the long driveway to LaTanya’s house, she knew anyone home would spot a visitor long before they reached the front door. LaTanya’s SUV was parked by the side of the house not far from a silver Honda Civic. Michelle swung her pickup in a half circle and parked. Dust rose up beyond the window and stuck to the sweat on her forearm. She checked her appearance in the rearview. It wouldn’t have been a bad idea to spruce up a bit before arriving, but now it was too late. She walked up to the front porch. Buddy, a golden retriever, was sprawled in the shade next to a metal chair with no cushion. He flapped his tail against the floor without lifting his head.

“Hey, Buddy. Remember me? I think you do. Hot one, ain’t it? No, don’t get up.” She rapped her knuckles on the screen door and looked inside. It was likely LaTanya was in the pool with her housemate, Deni. She walked around to the backyard. The pool water sparkled in the sunlight, just as she remembered. The pool was empty save for a floating beach ball.

“Anybody home?” she called out. “LaTanya?”

The back door slammed shut. “Michelle. Hey, haven’t seen you in an age!” It was Savannah, LaTanya’s younger sister. Her hair was wet, as if she’d just gotten out of the pool and gotten dressed. Her shirt clung to her in a way that reminded Michelle of LaTanya when she’d first seen her at her own job, stocking cans at Winn-Dixie.

“Hey, yourself. Thought I’d pay a call. Is LaTanya home? Her car’s here.”

“No, I drove her to the bus this morning. She’s gone to Atlanta for a few days of training. I’m house-sitting and taking care of Buddy.”

“Where’s Deni?”

“She moved to Tallahassee. Didn’t you hear? She got a scholarship.”

“You don’t say. She was a smart one. Got out of here when she could.”

“I bought her Honda. Now I’ve got me some wheels.” Savannah smiled and raised her eyebrows in delight.

Savannah looked like a younger version of LaTanya, and Michelle caught herself staring at her. She shifted her gaze to where a mature pecan tree shaded part of the yard and the edge of the pool. Next to it was a lounge chair with a towel draped over the back and a small table holding a colorful tumbler.

“Would you like a glass of tea?” asked Savannah. “I was about to get a refill.”

“Thanks. That’d be nice.”

Michelle watched as Savannah retrieved her empty glass. The long grass brushed against the girl’s ankles. Her movements were springy, and the combination reminded her of an antelope bounding through a glade. Her body exuded a freshness Michelle found attractive.

“If you don’t mind my saying,” Michelle said, “you’re awfully light on your feet for such a hot day.”

“I just got out of the pool. You should go in.”

“I’d love to!” Michelle grinned and stopped herself from touching Savannah’s bronzed arm. “I didn’t bring a suit. And I don’t have a towel.”

“Just go in. Haven’t you ever skinny-dipped?”

“No.”

Savannah put her hands on her hips. “Well, then it’s about time. Nothing feels better than being in the water nekkid. I only wear my swimsuit because LaTanya and Deni do, and they’re not here. Try it! You’ll never want to wear a suit again. I’ll go in with you.”

Savannah brought out their ice-filled drinks and a fresh towel for Michelle. They had a few sips of tea and made small talk. Savannah talked about her latest doings and classes coming up at the community college, but Michelle didn’t have much to add—she had the same job, same apartment, same life.

“You should take a class this coming semester,” said Savannah. “You’re good on the computer. You should go for your certificate.”

Michelle nodded. She was up for something new.

Savannah set down her drink and retied the rubber band holding her hair. “Ready?” she said, gesturing toward the pool. “Just go for it. Don’t worry. The nearest neighbor is a quarter mile off.” Savannah stood in front of Michelle and stripped off her top, followed by her shorts and underwear. She casually dropped her clothing on the lounge and stood “nekkid.”

“Now, you.”

Michelle gave Savannah a wide-eyed once-over. How could she not? Her lithe, young body with its enticing curves was there to be noticed. Without apparent offense at being ogled, Savannah climbed the pool ladder and Michelle watched as Savannah’s shapely butt edged into the water.

The pool was four feet deep with the sides a little higher. It was aqua blue with stiff white side supports that made it seem like a circus pool, the kind high divers drop into from the uppermost reaches of the big top. Savannah stretched out and glided over the water into the pool’s center.

“Come on, now. Don’t be shy.” She batted the striped beach ball toward the ladder. “We’ll have ourselves a private pool party.”

Moist from the heat, Michelle’s sticky body grabbed at her clothes as she rolled them over her arms and legs. As the little hairs on her skin detected a slight breeze, she felt cooler. She could especially feel how hot her pussy had become underneath her shorts. She liked the feeling of air against places that rarely remained unclothed and while she thought it would be pleasant to enjoy the sensation a little longer, she reached for the pool ladder.

Her foot touched the water on the inside of the pool and registered a perfect temperature. It wasn’t like the public pool. If there was chlorine, she couldn’t smell it, and she dropped her body in.

“I feel like nature girl!” exclaimed Michelle. She laughed as the water tickled past her privates, over her stomach and washed away the line of sweat beneath her breasts. “I can feel my skin.”

“That’s what makes skinny-dipping so much fun!”

Savannah draped her arms over the edge of the pool while Michelle swam in a circle.

“I know a fun game,” said Savannah. “Take your do-rag and put it over your eyes. Then try to tag me. You say ‘Marco’ and then I say ‘Polo’ so you can hear where I’m at, but I’m going to try to fool you and sneak around. Okay?”

“I know that game.” Michelle dipped her bandana in the water and squeezed it out before placing it over her eyes. Savannah swam off and after Michelle tagged her, they switched roles. On the second round, Savannah tagged Michelle’s foot while trying to escape. Savannah took off the blindfold and handed it back.

“I have a boyfriend,” Savannah said. “Junior Peyroux.”

“That’s nice,” Michelle said.

“We do it.”

Michelle hummed knowingly. Savannah wasn’t a kid anymore.

“You know what he does?”

“Well, I can guess,” Michelle said. “Are you sure you want to tell me?”

“I’d rather show you.” Savannah bobbed in the water closer to Michelle. “I mean, on me.” Savannah held her own nipples between her thumb and forefinger and gave them a twist. “See what happens there? Takes two secs and they’re standing up like nobody’s business. But it hurts! Did you ever do that to LaTanya?” Savannah’s tits were perky and higher than the water line where Michelle had an eyeful.

“No. Savannah, that’s kind of private.”

“The reason I ask, is I don’t have much experience. Junior’s not my first, but unless I know what to do to fix things, I’m ready to drop him. Show me, Michelle. Show me what to do so I can tell him.”

“You want me to show you?”

“Touch my breasts the right way. Please! I promise I won’t tell a soul you showed me, not LaTanya or Junior or anybody. I have to show Junior what to do.” Savannah took one of Michelle’s hands and placed it on her breast.

Michelle let her hand drop into the water. It was a simple response and a hard one to make. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t.” Savannah looked mighty good with her nipples twisting into hard points. Opportunity was knocking, begging for her to open the door… but this was LaTanya’s little sister. If she hoped to ever put something back together with LaTanya, she had enough common sense to know this wasn’t the way to do it.

“Then you tell me what feels good.” Savannah would not be stopped. She placed both her hands on Michelle’s large breasts beneath the water and pushed them together and apart in a circular motion. “Is this good?”

“Savannah, really now! Well, yes, it feels good.” The turn of events was not a bad thing. After all, she had no guarantee LaTanya would take her back. She was feeling much refreshed from the pool and now LaTanya’s hot little sister was insistent. How could she refuse? “This is to help you with Junior, right?”

“Yes. Please say you’ll show me.”

“Okay, I’ll show you.”

Savannah dropped her hands and stood a little straighter as if to demonstrate she was ready, showing off her pert breasts as they floated at the water line.

“Um, usually I’m kissing a little before going there…”

“Then we should kiss. You can never have too much practice,” Savannah declared as she put her arms around Michelle’s neck and brought her lips near. “Go ahead. Kiss me. I know you kiss girls all the time.”

Michelle embraced Savannah around the curve of her waist and looked into her eyes, warm and brown, her lashes wet and stuck together in dark, shiny spikes. She closed her eyes and kissed Savannah gently, not sure if she should open her mouth. Michelle kissed the young woman’s face and landed back on her lips while naturally moving her hands, squeezing her close. Her breasts felt good against Savannah’s chest. Savannah opened her mouth slightly and Michelle licked inside then came out and sucked on Savannah’s generous lips. She moved her hands slowly to the front and positioned Savannah to delicately massage her tit, being careful not to focus too much on her crinkled nipple. Her hand squeaked along the wet skin. She broke from their kiss and looked at Savannah.

“That’s what I’m talking about—feeling right nice. Junior never did anything like that. He’s always acting like he’s in a hurry, like his daddy is going to walk in on us any minute.”

“Well, forget Junior for today,” Michelle said as she dribbled a stream of water from her hand down Savannah’s front. The water trickled into separate rivulets and fell back into the pool.

“Aren’t you going to finish?”

“More? How many lessons were you thinking?”

Savannah put her finger on Michelle’s lower lip and Michelle took the tip into her mouth and suckled it. “I’m thinking we should at least finish what we started.”

“You want everything? Like…” Michelle nodded her head at everything below the waterline. Savannah nodded. Michelle smiled. This was her lucky day. “Then we best get out of the pool. Water’s fun for some things and better when you’re more experienced. I think we should get out.”

They climbed out and toweled off. Their tea had the last traces of ice and was getting warm, but its sweet wetness was welcome nonetheless. Savannah suggested they lay their towels side by side beneath the pecan tree, as it would still be too hot in the house. Savannah lay down on her back. Her breasts perked skyward and her bush began to dry into a small, unruly ball of fluff. Michelle joined her and the two made out beneath the shady branches. Savannah tasted of sweet tea and her face and neck were salty with perspiration.

Michelle took her time loving the young lady. Savannah was receptive to her touch and let it show. Michelle traced her fingers up and down Savannah’s firm curves. She made circles around her breasts, winding in smaller and smaller spirals until her fingertips found their center point and stayed there. She pressed in each nipple and then moved up and down Savannah’s body with licks and kisses until she landed on first one nipple and then the other, mindful of avoiding anything that might be rough, and certainly doing nothing like what Junior might have done in the name of lovemaking. Savannah hummed a sigh-like note from time to time and didn’t seem the least bit self-conscious or timid as she experienced Michelle’s touch.

“You want everything, huh?” Michelle asked. Savannah’s reply was to open her legs. This is too good to be true, thought Michelle, and yet, here we are. She ran her fingers the full length of Savannah’s body. The young woman flinched when her toes got tickled. Savannah laughed.

“Is it okay to laugh while you’re doing it?” she asked.

“Sure! Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Just have yourself a good time.” Michelle resumed her massage and Savannah let out a little moan. “See, this is better, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. I was thinking what to do about Junior when you pulled up the drive. And I thought to myself, who’s going to know more about what a woman likes than a woman who knows what other women like?”

Michelle chuckled. “I’m glad my reputation is good for something.”

Savannah opened her legs a little wider and Michelle made her way down, stopping to lick the moisture pooled in Savannah’s navel. She blew onto Savannah’s bush to separate the hairs and saw a little pink skin hiding inside. Parting the hairs with her fingers, she could see a slight glistening. She reached both of her hands beneath Savannah’s butt and raised her up to her mouth. She kissed and licked high up on both sides of her legs before settling into the wet center of her youthful womanhood. Again, Michelle took her time, a fact Savannah seemed to appreciate. No one’s daddy was going to interrupt them. Her tongue ran over and around, inside and out; she suckled and kissed and tried to think of ways to give pleasure, ways that were most likely new and wonderful judging by the hardened nub nestled beneath the younger woman’s mound.

Without warning, Savannah bucked up as if her butt had caught fire. “Oh! Oh! That’s it! Oh!” Michelle released her hands and let Savannah’s bottom rest on the towel. “You did it! I did it!” she cried. “I finally had an orgasm! Wow!”

“You never had an orgasm?”

“Nope.” Savannah looked sheepish. “Never did. Until now, that is.”

“Well, hallelujah!”

“It was incredible! Like I’m shivering from the inside out. But… I was hoping you’d, you know, with your fingers. And now it’s over.”

“We can still do that,” Michelle said.

Savannah sat up wide awake. “Really? But I already…”

“That’s okay. We just keep doing it, that’s all. Since this was your first, take a little break and enjoy the feeling.” Michelle nudged Savannah back onto the towel and gave her a little body massage to keep her interested. After a few minutes, she positioned her leg between Savannah’s and pressed in over and over with her firm thigh. Then, she moved her hand down to Savannah’s fuzzy bush. She licked a finger—not that she needed to—and held Savannah on her nub for a few moments without moving. They kissed and Michelle rocked her finger a little at a time until it had entered its mark. She kissed Savannah’s neck as she worked her down below. It was a challenge to stay focused and not think about coming. Her own twat, which pulsed and dripped pussy juice down her leg, was becoming as insistent as Savannah. Michelle finger-fucked her for a good, long while, and with one thrust, Savannah announced to everything within a mile her unbelievable pleasure. Michelle’s fingers were squeezed so tight she thought the circulation would quit. And then Savannah shuddered and fell on her back, exhausted, catching her breath.

“Holy Christmas! I had another one! So this is what you and LaTanya were up to.”

Michelle pressed on her own clit. The pressure had gotten almost painful and she could feel it throbbing. It wouldn’t take much for her to come. “Not exactly,” she replied while trying to even out her breathing. “It’s different; with everyone it’s different. You were amazing.”

Savannah propped herself up on her elbows. Her dark body gleamed as dappled sunlight danced around across her skin. She glanced at Michelle’s hand, which seemed frozen with tension. “And then did LaTanya take a turn with you?”

“Sometimes we took turns and sometimes we did it together. I know I could use a little help right about now. This has gotten me all worked up. In a good way, mind you. But you don’t have to. I can do it.”

“No, I want to! Let me. Lie down. Right here.” She patted the ground, sat up and made a space on the towels for Michelle. “I probably won’t be as good as you. I’ve never done this—to myself. I told all my girlfriends I did, but that was only because they said they did it. Really, I never have.”

“Are you sure you want to?” asked Michelle.

“It was better than I ever imagined. Like a triple rainbow, and peach ice cream, and all my favorite things in the world. Now I know what everyone’s talking about. I want to try. Let me try.” Savannah’s eyebrows arched upward in a nuanced gesture, the same pleading Michelle saw earlier in the pool, and she knew she could not refuse.

Savannah was a good student. She imitated some of the things Michelle had done and made her wait. Michelle was fit to be tied by the time Savannah got around to pushing in one of her fingers. Michelle came instantly. And being a good student, Savannah had also learned that unlike her experiences with Junior, coming didn’t mean stopping. By the time they finished with each other, the sun had lowered in the sky and the unbearable heat had slackened. They took one last dip in the pool, splashed around and embraced in the cool water. Buddy wandered by with his food dish in his mouth, and dropped it by the lounge chair. He let out a shrill yawn and looked up at Savannah expectantly.

“Someone’s hungry, huh, Buddy?” Savannah said. “Guess it’s time to get out.”

After they dressed, Michelle embraced Savannah again and kissed her deeply with her tongue. She looked into her dark brown eyes. “Now you promised not to tell and I’m going to hold you to it. This here’s a small town and I’ll find out if you do.”

“What’s to tell?” said Savannah. “That Junior and I broke up and now I’m going out with you? What do you suppose folks would say about that?”

Michelle smiled and kissed Savannah on the forehead. “They’d say, ‘I never did understand why a smart girl like Savannah was hanging out with that Peyroux boy.’ And I’d have to agree.”