Girl Crush - A collection of five erotic stories

  GIRL CRUSH

  A collection of five erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Accent Press Ltd – 2010

  ISBN 9781908006851

  These stories have also been published in

  Seriously Sexy Two 9781906373726

  Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Winner of Jade Erotic Awards:

  Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010

  "Xcite has delighted its readers with a wealth of superb titles and first class storytelling. Their titles have far outstripped the others for both quality of the product and sensual erotic content."

  Contents

  Girl Crush Sommer Marsden

  After Dark Elizabeth Cage

  Housemate Potential Penelope Friday

  The Secret Whore Sadie Wolf

  A Brief Encounter Teddy Masters

  Girl Crush

  by Sommer Marsden

  ‘There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you,’ I said and then laughed. The laughter was nerves.

  ‘Then just think about it. I know it’s cliché but it’s something I can’t get out of my head,’ Scott said. He pulled me close and smoothed my hair. ‘We’re on vacation and we’re here to be wild and free. And maybe a teeny tiny bit dirty,’ he snickered and then delivered a hot wet kiss to my collarbone.

  ‘I’ll think about it,’ I sighed on a shiver. That one hot kiss had awakened every nerve in my body.

  ‘Dinner?’

  ‘Dinner,’ I agreed and followed him out.

  The dining room was gorgeous. The hotel had gone all out to make it magical and elegant and sexy all at the same time. Long, white tablecloths on the small, intimate tables. Candlelight. Low lighting from the crystal chandeliers. We had been at the Palms for two nights and every night I looked forward to dinner. The setting alone was erotic.

  ‘My name is Callie and I’ll be your server tonight,’ the waitress said.

  ‘Hi, we had you the night before last,’ I said, accepting the menu.

  Callie nodded, her long, dark hair hiding her face for just a moment, and she smiled. ‘I remember. How are you? Enjoying your stay?’

  When I glanced up, her eyes were fixed on the low-cut V of my red dress. She caught me looking and her pale cheeks were instantly stained with rosy pink. Scott’s big warm hand crept up my thigh, hidden from view by the tablecloth. Had he planned this?

  ‘Lovely,’ I said, my voice a little high. She was really lovely. Callie. Tall and slender with all that long, dark hair. ‘Thank you.’

  Still blushing, she nodded and shared a glance with my husband. ‘Sir, what can I get you to drink?’ she asked in a small voice.

  ‘Whatever’s on draft,’ Scott said. ‘What about you, Paige?’

  ‘A glass of Merlot,’ I said, looking not at him but directly at Callie.

  She dipped her head and hid behind that hair again. ‘Yes, ma’am. I’ll be right back with your drinks.’ She scampered off like a puppy.

  ‘What have you done?’ I hissed, swatting Scott’s big arm. ‘Did you set me up?’

  He laughed. It wasn’t a malicious laugh but the kind of laugh that comes from being married for a very long time. ‘All I did was request to be seated in her section. She has a girl crush on you.’ He put his arm around my shoulder and stroked by bare skin. I sighed and allowed myself to be pulled close.

  ‘What the hell is a girl crush?’

  My husband leaned in and whispered right in my ear. His hot breath ignited all the little nerve endings in my face. My pulse throbbed and my nipples grew tight under the bodice of my dress.

  ‘When a younger girl has a crush on an older woman. Well, in this case. Can be any time. High school, work place, whatever. Usually she looks up to the other woman. Wants to be like her or look like her or learn from her. Remember the article I read? I tried to read some to you.’

  ‘You’re always trying to read things to me. Sometimes I just …’

  ‘Tune me out?’ he whispered and subtly let his hand drop from my shoulder to my breast. One quick pinch of my nipple, so fast it was like a magic trick, and my cunt flooded in my expensive silk panties.

  ‘Mmm-hmmm,’ I moaned.

  ‘Bad girl. You should know better. I only read you things that are pertinent.’

  Callie returned with our drinks. Her cheeks were still flushed and she continued to hide behind the sleek curtain of dark, chocolate hair. Her eyes flashed to me, skittered over me and then darted away. She nearly toppled Scott’s beer on the table. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ she murmured, her voice sweet and low, ‘I’m all thumbs tonight.’

  ‘It’s OK,’ I said, touching her hand gently. I suddenly felt very powerful. Powerful and sexy. The fact that Scott’s hand had started snaking up my inner thigh under the table didn’t help matters. I fought the urge to squirm in my seat. She sucked in a breath and stared at my hand. My eyes sought and found the hard nubs of her nipples behind her plain white blouse. I took my hand away and handed her the menus. ‘We’ll both have the steak special.’

  She nodded and then practically bolted from our table. Scott’s blunt finger wormed under my panties and slid straight into my wet, moist heat. ‘Wetter than wet,’ he snickered in my ear. ‘Are you still considering it?’

  I slouched just a touch in the booth so that his finger slid deep into my cunt. He quickly added a second finger and I had to control my breathing. ‘No.’

  Scott hooked his fingers inside of me. Nearly inaudible wet sounds emanated from under the elegant table. He probed my G-spot expertly until I gave into the quick but intense orgasm he provoked.

  ‘No?’ he smiled and then subtly stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.

  Little white-hot echoes sounded inside of me at the sight. My pussy flickered and twitched, wanting more of what it had just been given. ‘No. I’ve decided. Find out what time her shift ends.’

  ‘Will do,’ he said with a small, victorious smile.

  I wasn’t nervous. Why wasn’t I nervous? I should be, shouldn’t I?

  Scott wasn’t nervous either. He sat on the hotel bed and watched me. Watched me touch up my make-up. Watched me smooth my short blonde hair. Watched me straighten my dress and wash my hands and spritz a little perfume on my pulse points. He watched it all with a small, secret smile. And when my gaze met his in the mirror, I smiled too.

  ‘She knows, right?’ I asked again. I wasn’t nervous but I was concerned. ‘She knows why I invited her up.’

  Scott gave me another patient nod. ‘Judging by the way she flushed that lovely raspberry color and how hard her little nipples got … again… I’d say, yes, she knows. And if she doesn’t and she wants to leave, then she can.’

  ‘Right.’ I heard the hesitant tapping on the door and my stomach bottomed out.

  ‘She’s here,’ Scott said, and I could hear the excitement in his voice. This had been his fantasy for years. A tried-and-true fantasy of many men. His wife with another woman.

  I foun
d that suddenly it was my fantasy, too. Him watching me. Me and the lovely Callie.

  She looked almost startled when I opened the door. As if she hadn’t expected us to actually be here. ‘Come on in,’ I said, taking pains to keep my voice low. I didn’t want to scare her.

  She stood in the centre of our luxurious hotel room looking terrified but aroused. Her brown eyes were wide, the pupils dilated, her breathing rapid. For all intents and purposes, she looked as if she might run or have an orgasm at any moment.

  ‘Can I get you a drink?’ I offered. ‘You seem really scared. Are you scared?’

  She shook her head no and then let her eyes take me in. Her gaze levelled me from the tip of my head to the toe cleavage peaking out of my pumps. She surprised me by speaking. Loudly. ‘Can we do this? I know why you asked me here. I knew the moment you touched my arm. And I am nervous but I really want this and I’d like to start.’

  I heard Scott’s soft laughter from the corner.

  ‘Of course we can,’ I said and began unbuttoning her blouse. She reached through my arms and untied the knot at the base of my neck. The halter of my red dress fell away, leaving my breasts bare, nipples eager.

  ‘Oh my,’ she said and then she dipped her head just as I freed the last button and she sucked my nipple into her mouth. Her tiny pink mouth.

  A rush of heat shot through me. From breast to cunt. Belly to scalp. How different the feel of her delicate feminine mouth was from Scott’s. More gentle. Wetter if possible. Reverent.

  Her small hands roamed over the skirt of my dress, caressed my waist, and I tackled the button of her black slacks. Now I wanted her bare. I wanted to see her small breasts, the hollow of her belly button, what was nestled between her thighs. Trimmed? Bare? Shaved? Wild? I couldn’t wait to find out.

  My voice was more authoritative than normal. ‘Step out,’ I commanded as I shoved her jeans down along with her panties. I had only caught a flash of red, and beyond the colour, I had no idea what they looked like. I didn’t care.

  She stepped out but her hands never left me for more than a second. It was as if she were memorising me with her hands. She was smooth and bare and creamy. I glanced quickly at Scott. The fly of his trousers was tented, the small smile still on his lips. He stroked the bulge under his fly with those big hands. I felt another hot rush of fluid slide down my inner thighs.

  I ditched her clothes and her bra and then shimmied out of the rest of my dress. Before I could take off my silk panties, Callie had dropped to her knees and buried her face in the sodden material that shielded my cunt. The intensity of seeing another woman face first in my crotch was overwhelming. I plunged my hands into her soft hair and felt her hot breath heat the silk.

  I heard Scott’s zipper in the near silence.

  She licked her way around the border of my panties and my knees felt unstable. I waited patiently as she explored. Her tiny nose nuzzled my belly as she traced the covered seam of my sex with her kitten pink tongue. I felt like I would come already.

  I shoved the thong down and widened my stance. ‘Would you like to do it for real?’ I asked softly.

  She didn’t even answer but rubbed the tip of her tongue over my already swollen clit as if she were taking a tiny sample taste. Very delicate and tentative but eager. My pulse slammed in my throat and chest and clit. My body thumping with each beat of my heart. I brushed her hair back so I could watch her. Her slender throat working, her eyes closed, her tongue probing and pushing and licking at me. I was fiercely wet and very hungry to see what she tasted like. Curiosity had turned to full-fledged desire.

  ‘Back up,’ I sighed, and she did but her large brown eyes looked confused. ‘It’s OK,’ I smiled. ‘Let’s go over there.’

  The blush returned, turning her normally creamy complexion ruddy. She dropped her eyes but nodded. I took her hand, wanting her to be comfortable, and led her to the bed.

  I lay on my back and motioned her over me. I had deliberately lain sideways across the bed for Scott. This way he could see us both. See her mouth and tongue on me and mine on her. I heard the secretive wet sounds of his spit-dampened fist pumping his cock. My pussy twitched at the sound. Ready. I was ready.

  When her cunt was over my face I could see how wet she was. Swollen and rosy and dilated. I did it all at once. Plunged my tongue in between her wet lips to find the tiny pink nub of her clit. Thrust two fingers into her blossoming pussy. She sighed against my own pussy and the vibration rocketed through me.

  She tasted sweet and slightly musky. She tasted exotic and new. I worked my fingers into her moist heat, licked at her, drank her. Each time I licked her pussy clean a fresh wave of her moisture coated my face and my chin. My lips tingled with the feel of her.

  Scott groaned in the corner. I groaned on the bed as her slender fingers pushed into me. Explored me. Her tongue never stopped. Hot and fast, reminding me of the way tiny silverfish move in the ocean. Graceful and darting. Fast and intentional.

  I suckled her clit and nibbled and her pussy clenched around my fingers, giving little warning signs of orgasm. I glanced at my husband as his fist pumped faster over his purplish cock. His face was divine. Intent and aroused and happy. And he was very close. Fifteen years of marriage earns you the knowledge. From the way his lips were parted and his eyes half closed, he was about to shoot and I wanted to go with him.

  I played ring around the rosie with her beautiful pussy. Licking everywhere but where she wanted me until my fingers were trapped in her tight wet heat. Then I focused on her clit until she squirmed over me. Scott shifted, his fist a blur. I bucked myself against Callie’s mouth and she started to finger-fuck me in earnest. I hooked my fingers inside of her and felt the swollen, suede-soft G-spot. I pushed it, stroked it and sucked her clit into my mouth.

  She let loose over me. Her juices coating my face, her eager little tongue lapping at me even as she cried out. And over I went. I let her soft tongue and long fingers tip me over just as I saw my husband come. A freshet of semen shot from his fist and I rode wave after wave of pleasure.

  Callie collapsed against me, twitching and cooing from time to time. I felt my breathing slow, my orgasm fade.

  No one moved. Scott stared at me. His eyes barely took in our beautiful guest. It was me he was watching.

  ‘I have to go,’ Callie said softly. Her gaze lingered on my body for just a moment, and when she smiled she looked more certain of herself. ‘I have to pick up my son from the sitter.’

  I rose and kissed her softly on the lips. Her tongue was a searing heat in my mouth for a moment and then she turned to get dressed.

  ‘We’re here for two more nights,’ I said. I handed her the blouse. ‘Do you work tomorrow?’

  ‘Yes, I do. Would you like me to come back?’

  I didn’t even glance at Scott.

  ‘I would. If you want to.’

  She buttoned her blouse and grinned. ‘I’ll be back. I’m sure I’ll see you in the dining room first.’ Then she touched my arm and kissed me again. ‘You’re so pretty.’

  I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘And so are you.’

  I didn’t get dressed even after she left. I sat in Scott’s lap and noticed he was hard again. I kissed him deeply and sighed, ‘See what she tastes like?’

  ‘Delicious.’

  ‘Mmmm-hmmm.’

  ‘So how do you feel about my fantasy now?’

  ‘I think it’s myfantasy at this point. And next time you read me something, I will definitely pay attention.’

  After Dark

  by Elizabeth Cage

  ‘A computer training course in Basingstoke isn’t exactly my idea of a good time,’ I complained to my friend Caz.

  ‘Stop moaning, Mira. You might meet some nice people.’

  She always saw the positive side of everything. I wish I had her outlook. But I was annoyed at having to miss the speed dating night at a local hotel planned for Thursday, followed by a trip to my favourite club. A group of us were going to go,
and it would have been a right laugh. The computer course ran over two days so I had to stay away overnight.

  ‘There’ll be other nights out,’ Caz remarked. ‘And at least you get the hotel paid for.’

  ‘Hotel? That’s a joke. My employer does everything on the cheap, so it’s a travel motel for me. No luxury perks like a gym and pool.’

  ‘Don’t whinge. Anyway, you can text me when you get there, tell me all about it.’

  ‘Yeah, great. And you can tell me all about the fun you’re having while I’m eating a sad meal all alone in the Beefeater next to the motel.’

  It didn’t help that I hated my job right now, so I wasn’t exactly feeling motivated to undertake a boring training course for their benefit. But there was no escape, so I duly printed off a map and directions and set off the night before the course so I would avoid the rush hour the next day on the motorways. It was pouring with rain and I managed to get lost twice. I arrived in a foul mood and went to the check-in desk.

  ‘Your room is on the ground floor,’ said the female receptionist without smiling.

  ‘Oh, I thought single females were put on the first floor, for security reasons. That’s what it says on your website.’

  ‘Unfortunately we are fully booked. This is the only room available.’

  I wasn’t pleased but took the key. I needed to get warm and dry. The room was down a long corridor, quite nice, spacious, and had all I needed – TV, hairdryer, kettle, etc. But the motel was set in a big leisure park, with a cinema and restaurants, and peering out of my window it seemed to me it would be easy for someone to break in through it. I didn’t feel very safe somehow, especially as I couldn’t make the door lock properly. While I ran a bath, I wedged a chair up against the door, just in case.

  The bath relaxed me, and it felt good to lie back and soak in the hot, scented, bubbly water. I started to doze off and was woken by the sound of loud voices and footsteps in the corridor. Noisy guests. I hoped it wouldn’t be like that all evening.