Devil Slut Lesbian Lust!
by
Kim Mitchell
Hard Case Dyke ebooks
Smashwords Edition
2012
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Copyright © 2012 Kim Mitchell
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Cover photo by DarkTraces, used with permission
I.
Wendy’s text: Kiss Amanda long for me.
Amanda was now, finally, eighteen and legal and she and I could not be more different. She had cropped dirty blonde hair and liked to always wear red soccer shorts and a sky-blue T-shirt: the tomboy guise., that day I wandered into her bedroom. She lay face down on her bed listening to Eminem on her iPod. I could hear it blaring through the tiny headphones. I did not understand that music. I was also eighteen, the daughter of her mother’s lover. Her mother was all lipstick and mine pure butch: the baggy worker jeans, the faded t-shirt, you know the type of dyke.
Amanda’s room was not at all girly. The walls were azure blue. There were posters of soccer and tennis stars, all of them attractive, both women and men.
I drifted in quietly, closing the door behind me. I saw myself in Amanda’s mirror. I was wearing a white cotton blouse under coveralls. My hair, black, was shoulder length, and curled into ringlets. I smiled, staring back at myself with icy blue eyes.
I snuck up behind her and plucked the ear buds from her head. She turned over abruptly, and I gave her Wendy’s kiss. Her lips were soft.
She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and returned the kisses. Then she said, “We have to be careful. Mom is home and Terah is prowling around.”
“I know,” I said, and whispered quietly into her ear, “I just got an email from Wendy. She’s coming to town, Saturday.”
Amanda blurted, “Yes!” then covered her mouth with her hands. She was such an eager girl.
“I assume she’ll get the motel room,” I said, “but we have to keep the day clear. I don’t think Mom has anything planned.”
Her arms were still around my neck, and she leaned up and kissed me again. I looked at the closed door. We didn’t have locks; mother didn’t believe in them.
Soft lips. A mouth wrapped around mine. Her tongue. My hand went to her ass, pressing the fabric in. I found that spot, and wiggled my finger. She tensed up. She stretched out, catlike, and rolled over onto her tummy.
I looked at the door again. Was it worth the chance? We’d gotten away with this for two years, and not by being stupid.
Her ass was there, in front of me, in her soft cotton shorts. I thought of biting into a juicy peach. I decided, just this once, to take the chance.
The shorts were stretchy enough, and I grabbed them around the crotch area, and pulled them up in a wedgie into her ass. I tugged on them a bit. She rocked her hips. I kissed her there, around the edges of the fabric. I breathed deeply.
I ran my tongue up and down.
“Please take off the shorts,” she said.
I pulled them down and off. I spread her cheeks again. I gazed at her little pinkish asshole, perfectly round. I licked. I loved the shitty taste of it.
“You always make my butthole feel so good,” she said,
“I wish I could climb inside and squirm around, just nestle in there. Do you mind my little fetish?” I asked and kissed that dirty asshole.
“No,” she replied.
Of course she didn’t. About this thing, she and I were of one mind.
I licked more, pressing my tongue in, tasting her. I could spend forever that way, as long as it took. However, her mother was home, and Terah was prowling, so I lowered my tongue, and licked her pussy. This would take less time. I sucked it. I slipped my tongue inside. Then to her ass again, where I truly longed to be. A finger in her pussy, a gentle pumping motion, and an eager tongue, brought her home quickly. She came hard, gasping loudly, trashing about, et cetera.
There was a knock on the door.
“Girls?”
My mother’s voice!
No time to grab her shorts, Amanda rolled over and pulled the sheets over her. I stood up and away from the bed, wiping my face on my cotton sleeve. I’m sure my mouth still smelled of pussy and asshole.
We stared at the door handle. It did not turn.
“Girls,” she said again through the door. “Lunch is ready. Please come down.”
“We’ll be right down,” I called out.
“Fine.”