Seduction Games (A Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance)

By Lexie X

Her husband stolen by a former cheer leading teammate, Vicki drinks alone at a bar and wishes for a way to get back at Alexis and her horrible friends. Her opportunity comes when she runs into Fiona, another wronged former teammate, who is now dark, tattooed, and sexual. After winding up in bed together, they conspire to seduce and humiliate the women that wronged them.

A lesbian sex romance of seduction and domination.

Contains scenes of f/f sex, f/f/f sex, f/f/f/f/f sex, truth or dare, shower sex, public sex, humiliation, seduction, and domination. Intended for adults only.

WARNING: This novella contains very explicit sex between women. For mature 18 and over readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Feb 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465810847

Lexie X

Lexie X is an author of erotic fiction interested mainly in first times, domination, and seduction. You can follow more erotic works by her at her blog at LexieX.com.

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Seduction Games

A Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance

By Lexie X

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 by Lexie X

Follow more of my work at LexieX.com.

My Smashwords author page can be found here.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Appendix

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Chapter 1

She still couldn't quite believe it. Vicki thought she'd escaped the abuse of those horrible girls when she graduated. She sipped her whiskey, stared at the television above the bar, and tried not to think about how that bitch was probably somewhere with her former husband at that very moment. Alexis, the sadistic head cheerleader from all those years ago, was sexually gratifying her man... Vicki narrowed her eyes as dark anger filled her heart.

He'd constantly complained and whined for sex the last few months. She should have known something was up when he suddenly stopped asking. Now, here she was, in her late twenties and alone again... alive with fury, she made a silent wish for a way to hurt them the way they'd hurt her. She gulped the rest of her drink and slammed it on the bar.

Her opportunity turned and noticed her.

Vicki?

Eyes wide, Vicki studied the woman, trying to figure out how they knew each other. She had long black hair and dark tattoos covering her left arm and chest, tattoos which continued down beneath her low cut shirt. Rectangular black glasses framed surprised blue eyes. Vicki peered at her in a drunken haze for a few moments.

"Fiona?" she asked in disbelief. The woman looked nothing like the suburbanite cheerleader she remembered. She was still gorgeous, but in a raven and alternative kind of way that made her seem a completely different person.

Oh my god, it is you! Fiona replied. I never expected to see you in a hole-in-the-wall bar like this...

Vicki slumped against the sleek wood under her elbows.

Yeah...

Fiona motioned to the bartender, then turned back to her.

I heard what Alexis did... what a bitch.

Vicki perked up. Back in the day, Fiona had been the only cheerleader who hadn't made her life on the team a living hell. They hadn't been friends, exactly, but...

"I am so happy you said that, Vicki slurred. Everyone from back then keeps telling me how great Alexis is, how lucky he is to get with her, how it was obvious he and I weren't working out."

That's insane, Fiona said as she took two shots from the bartender and slid one over. Wanna get wasted?

"Oh, I never drink. Oh, I never have any fun," Vicki sneered, her eyes narrow.

She lifted the shot and downed it in a single gulp. Fiona answered her resultant burp with a genuine laugh. Two beers followed the shots.

Come on, she said with a smile, pulling her by the arm. Vicki followed her to a table in the back corner of the bar. Something about the angles involved kept the music at a minimum, creating a corner of privacy in the otherwise crowded bar.

So what happened? Fiona asked, sliding up close and taking a gulp from her beer.

Well wait, are you not friends with them anymore? Vicki asked.

Fiona shook her head, catching the light on her black hair.

We had a falling out when Cindy stole my fiance a few years back.

Seriously? Vicki asked, her mouth agape. What do these women do, make it their business to screw with other people's lives?

Fiona shrugged and took another drink before reaching out a hand.

Is this recent? she asked, rolling blonde hair between her fingers. It looks fantastic.

I got a full makeover today, Vicki replied, beaming. I just needed to feel sexy.

Fiona grinned, looking her over for a moment.

Well you certainly succeeded... way different from your look back then.

Hah, thanks, the blonde responded. You too. That look really works on you.

Vicki glanced at Fiona's glasses-framed blue eyes for a long moment, noticing the brunette's returned gaze lingering a little longer than expected.

"Like... really works on you..." she said after a moment, pulling back to take a large swig of her beer. Fiona finished her own drink with a mysterious smile and without breaking off her gaze.

Another drink?

Vicki nodded, and gulped the rest of her beer after the brunette turned away. She wondered if she was imagining things, or if there was some sort of strange energy between them... she had no context for it, so she wasn't sure what it was yet.

Hey, mind if we sit with you two? a man asked, sliding down on the other side of the table without waiting for an answer. A friend joined him, and the two men grinned at her. She was about to protest their rude audacity - until she looked them over. One was quite attractive, and they both seemed friendly. It occurred to her that she'd gotten a makeover, dressed up, come to this bar, and gotten drunk for a reason....

Hey boys, Fiona interjected, sliding down next to her with two mixed drinks. The two men returned her smile and introduced themselves.

For an hour or so, Vicki watched Fiona charm and entertain both of them, consistently directing the more handsome man's attention to the recalcitrant blonde. She was interested, but she hadn't socialized in forever. She struggled at first, but soon found her comments eliciting laughs, and she was grateful for Fiona's help. At long last, she seemed to hold the man's attention all on her own.

Still, when the inevitable request for her phone number came, she found herself apologizing.

Sorry, she said with a sheepish smile. I'm recently divorced...

Ah, I understand, he replied. Well, it was nice to meet you two.

Fiona let the other man go as well, and they moved on.

So, the brunette asked, turning to her. What happened? Did you not come here to get laid?

Vicki felt her face grow bright red.

Yeah... I guess I did. I just didn't feel that spark. I'm not sure I'm ready to be with another man yet.

Fiona nodded with understanding.

Thanks for your help, though, Vicki continued. It's been a long time since I've felt attractive like that, like somebody was interested.

No problem, the brunette told her, sounding as if she was holding something back. They sipped their drinks in comfortable silence for a few moments, and Vicki found her eyes wandering.

So how far down does that tattoo go? she asked, before realizing how her question sounded. Fiona grinned and took her hand. She touched the blonde's finger to each tattoo on her arm, explaining what they were. Vicki pretended to listen, instead fighting for control of her suddenly racing pulse. She wasn't sure what had sparked her adrenaline, but she was highly aware of the soft skin under her finger, and of Fiona's warm hand moving her touches closer to her chest.

Her finger came to rest on the edge of her bra and shirt, and Fiona let her hand hover a slight distance back. Vicki gulped, and looked up to meet those blue eyes.

Go ahead, Fiona told her. You can peek.

Vicki willed her pounding heart to slow, still wondering why this was affecting her so much... and she tugged at Fiona's loose shirt, peering down her chest. The tattoos swirled around the curve of her breast and her barely exposed nipple, running a path down her tummy. She stared for a moment, feeling something stir inside her...

She turned away and downed her drink.

Fiona leaned in close to her.

Close your tab.

Vicki looked sideways at her.

Do you have to close yours?

The brunette shook her head slowly, watching her with a mysterious interest. Vicki got up and walked to the bar, struggling against a feeling of light nervousness and the urge to shake bodily. She felt drunk, but not that drunk... she wondered what was wrong with her even as she signed her receipt and returned to the table in a daze.

Fiona donned a tight black leather jacket and led the way out of the bar. Once outside, they rounded the corner and came to halt. The brunette lit a cigarette and took a drag as Vicki