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Authors: Clare Lydon
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, Genre Fiction, Lesbian, Lgbt, Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Fiction
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see ya later!”
Jenny took my hand once more and led me into the kitchen, which reminded me of student days gone by. The counters were stacked with dirty dishes, the sink full too, and overhead, an old-fashioned washing line was full of someone’s off-white underwear. I wasn’t sure the kitchen was the best place to be drying laundry.
Jenny, however, took it all in her stride. “Hazards of living with so many people!”
She smiled, handed me a glass of water and led me up two flights of stairs to her room, which was compact to say the least. Squeezed into the space was her unmade double bed shoved against a wall, an Ikea wardrobe and a small desk which was overflowing with empty water bottles and jewellery — rings, necklaces and bracelets. Plus, lying on the small slice of floor running down the right of her double bed was a pink sleeping bag, scrunched up and lying on top of a yoga mat.
I pointed towards it. “You expecting company?”
She nodded. “Yeah — my friend Edie is staying at the moment. She’s over from Sydney for a month, but we’ve got too many people in the lounge so she’s taking my floor.” Jenny paused, then kissed me again. Her lips were dry. “Don’t worry though,” she added. “Edie knows the score, so she won’t disturb us. If I bring someone back, she knows to give me some space.”
Thump — another blow to my ego. I was just another in a long line of Jenny hook-ups. Even Edie was in on the secret, and she’d been here less than a month. I’d fallen for Jenny’s lines and now here I was, about to have sex with her. Or I could leave. Should I leave? Then again, Jenny was attractive and I’d always been taught never to look a gift horse in the mouth. I wasn’t about to start now.
It turned out that Jenny was a one-woman sexual whirlwind — she hadn’t waited to kiss me, and she didn’t stand on ceremony in the bedroom either. Within minutes, my shirt was off and she was sucking my breasts between her teeth, her hands roaming my back. This was a well-rehearsed routine. Another five minutes and I was naked, lying flat on my back on her bed, Jenny looming above me. Her hair fell on to my breasts and all this without shedding a single stitch of clothing. Jenny was such a top.
And then she tried to fuck me, only she kept hitting the target, then missing.
Honestly, she kept missing. It took me back to my early years, almost making me feel nostalgic. Almost .
“Ow!” I said, jumping as her fingers stabbed me for the third time. We’d drunk a few ciders so I wasn’t expecting finesse, but this was something else.
“Sorry!” she mumbled.
After the fourth time of asking, I reached down.
“Try this,” I said, guiding her fingers in.
She grinned lazily at me.
However, once she got her bearings, there was no let up from the steam train that was Jenny. She was on a mission to make me come and I was down with that. After her initial fumbling, Jenny remembered what to do and had me sliding to a climax precisely 14 minutes after I’d first entered her bedroom. I know, because Jenny’s bedside alarm clock told me so.
Before I could get my breath back, Jenny was naked and on top of me, grinding into me. She leaned forward, her breasts falling on to mine, covering my neck with kisses. And then she began to nip at my neck. And then suck on it, hard, with her teeth.
I flinched. Was she trying to give me a hickey? Had I time-travelled back to my teens?
I pushed her off and she looked surprised, her mouth hanging open, her eyes still hungry.
“You not into that?” she asked in a slurred drawl.
I shook my head. “Not so much.”
She threw back her head and chuckled. “Okay, we can just cut straight to the chase,” she replied, lowering her mouth back to my neck and then my ear, this time giving me feather-light kisses. “And if you hurry, you can still get the last Tube home.”
How’s that for a bucket of cold water on my libido?
Still, Jenny’s perky breasts and
Jenny took my hand once more and led me into the kitchen, which reminded me of student days gone by. The counters were stacked with dirty dishes, the sink full too, and overhead, an old-fashioned washing line was full of someone’s off-white underwear. I wasn’t sure the kitchen was the best place to be drying laundry.
Jenny, however, took it all in her stride. “Hazards of living with so many people!”
She smiled, handed me a glass of water and led me up two flights of stairs to her room, which was compact to say the least. Squeezed into the space was her unmade double bed shoved against a wall, an Ikea wardrobe and a small desk which was overflowing with empty water bottles and jewellery — rings, necklaces and bracelets. Plus, lying on the small slice of floor running down the right of her double bed was a pink sleeping bag, scrunched up and lying on top of a yoga mat.
I pointed towards it. “You expecting company?”
She nodded. “Yeah — my friend Edie is staying at the moment. She’s over from Sydney for a month, but we’ve got too many people in the lounge so she’s taking my floor.” Jenny paused, then kissed me again. Her lips were dry. “Don’t worry though,” she added. “Edie knows the score, so she won’t disturb us. If I bring someone back, she knows to give me some space.”
Thump — another blow to my ego. I was just another in a long line of Jenny hook-ups. Even Edie was in on the secret, and she’d been here less than a month. I’d fallen for Jenny’s lines and now here I was, about to have sex with her. Or I could leave. Should I leave? Then again, Jenny was attractive and I’d always been taught never to look a gift horse in the mouth. I wasn’t about to start now.
It turned out that Jenny was a one-woman sexual whirlwind — she hadn’t waited to kiss me, and she didn’t stand on ceremony in the bedroom either. Within minutes, my shirt was off and she was sucking my breasts between her teeth, her hands roaming my back. This was a well-rehearsed routine. Another five minutes and I was naked, lying flat on my back on her bed, Jenny looming above me. Her hair fell on to my breasts and all this without shedding a single stitch of clothing. Jenny was such a top.
And then she tried to fuck me, only she kept hitting the target, then missing.
Honestly, she kept missing. It took me back to my early years, almost making me feel nostalgic. Almost .
“Ow!” I said, jumping as her fingers stabbed me for the third time. We’d drunk a few ciders so I wasn’t expecting finesse, but this was something else.
“Sorry!” she mumbled.
After the fourth time of asking, I reached down.
“Try this,” I said, guiding her fingers in.
She grinned lazily at me.
However, once she got her bearings, there was no let up from the steam train that was Jenny. She was on a mission to make me come and I was down with that. After her initial fumbling, Jenny remembered what to do and had me sliding to a climax precisely 14 minutes after I’d first entered her bedroom. I know, because Jenny’s bedside alarm clock told me so.
Before I could get my breath back, Jenny was naked and on top of me, grinding into me. She leaned forward, her breasts falling on to mine, covering my neck with kisses. And then she began to nip at my neck. And then suck on it, hard, with her teeth.
I flinched. Was she trying to give me a hickey? Had I time-travelled back to my teens?
I pushed her off and she looked surprised, her mouth hanging open, her eyes still hungry.
“You not into that?” she asked in a slurred drawl.
I shook my head. “Not so much.”
She threw back her head and chuckled. “Okay, we can just cut straight to the chase,” she replied, lowering her mouth back to my neck and then my ear, this time giving me feather-light kisses. “And if you hurry, you can still get the last Tube home.”
How’s that for a bucket of cold water on my libido?
Still, Jenny’s perky breasts and
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