Doubled

By Lula Lisbon

Doubled: An Erotic Science Fiction Novelette

Dr. Rachelle is a beautiful ex-model now working on top-secret government technology. After observing cloned lab animals recognize each other, a crazy idea strikes her: if she were the first to clone a human, she'd go down in the history books! Money and fame dance in her head -- but in the back of her mind, she's always secretly wanted to be with another woman. What will happen when she first sees her clone and finds that she is far more dominant than the original? And will Rachelle's boyfriend, Paul, enjoy this intriguing turn of events just as much?

This 12,183-word erotic novelette is intended for adults only. It contains first-time lesbian sex, fisting, squirting, oral sex, anal, cock-sucking, bisexuality, BDSM, bondage, threesome sex, menage, and more! Not for the closed-minded!

Excerpt:

She took my hand and traced the lines in my palm with one gentle fingertip. “We can find out,” she told me, meeting my eyes with an intensity that brought another hot blush to my cheeks.

I arched an eyebrow, heart suddenly beating too fast. “Find out what?” I tried to muster as much innocence in my tone as I could. She gazed at me steadily, an odd look on her face, and I felt a delicious rush through my entire body. It really was like looking in a living mirror, yet at the same time we were distinct — and I couldn’t stop thinking about her naked under that lab coat, how absolutely sexy she was, how I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. I’d been dreaming of kissing another woman for so long, but I’d always been too busy or too scared to ever do anything about it. Looking into her eyes, I knew she knew everything: all my secret hopes, fantasies, and desires, because she’d had them as well. Captivated by her, I was drowning in her gaze, even as my heart pounded anxiously.

“Whether this counts as masturbation,” Lily replied, grinning impishly. “But I’m going to say it doesn’t, because there’s two people here.”

Slowly, Lily trailed soft fingertips down my cheek, smiling as I pushed my face into her hand like a cat starved for attention. Her eyes dropped from mine to watch her fingers’ descent along the line of my collar, skimming the cleavage just slightly revealed by my button-up shirt. I shivered with desire and anticipation, my breath coming harder. My eyes drifted closed as she slid into my lap, soft lips grazing the hot, hard pulse of my neck. She planted tiny kisses in a staccato line, making her way down to the opening of my shirt. The oversized lab coat slipped again from her shoulders; she shrugged it impatiently off, letting it fall to the floor, before returning her attentions to my exposed skin. My hands snuck around her bare waist and I traced her slim curves, so familiar yet so strange.

I felt almost as if I were out of my body, as if I were someone else, or in a dream as someone else. This was the most erotic experience I’d ever had, and no man had ever excited me like this, had ever felt this good, had ever known just how to touch me. Lily’s skin was so silky, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I held her shoulders, keeping her close, as her hot little tongue darted out to taste the valley of my cleavage. My head fell back as she laved my breasts, yanking open my shirt to expose them further. My nipples were almost painfully hard, pebbled in my white lace bra. Lily caught them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them through the thin fabric, and I groaned as I felt my pussy soaking through my panties.

She pulled my face to hers, and I gasped as her lips met mine; it was my first kiss with another woman, and my heart skipped a beat. Her skin was so smooth, her lips inviting and warm, her hair falling in wisps of silk against me. Though I’d pictured it many times, I couldn’t have imagined how wonderful it truly was to kiss another beautiful woman. Lily’s wet tongue slipped inside my mouth, insistent and demanding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lula Lisbon
• Release date: Oct 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301742257

Lula Lisbon

Lula Lisbon is published in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s "The Big Book of Orgasms" and D.L. King’s "She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica."She was featured on the Sex With Timaree and Wholesome Addiction podcasts for her work.When not hunched over her laptop, Lula spends her time reading voraciously, drinking craft beers, bicycling, and perfecting her pole dance moves.Visit lulalisbon.wordpress.com to contact Lula.Find Lula on Facebook: facebook.com/AuthorLulaLisbonFollow Lula on Twitter: @LulaLisbon

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Doubled: An Erotic Science Fiction Novelette

Lula Lisbon

Copyright © 2012 Lula Lisbon

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I nervously swiped my ID badge through the door slot, heart pounding; but it let me in without hesitation, just as it always did. Never before had our research been so exciting — or so dangerous. Dr. Lotson thought that the most recent experiments had been failures, but I believed otherwise, and we’d argued over it. After that first dispute I’d held my tongue — even when he prodded me — henceforth preferring to keep my notes and plans a secret.

The government had contracted our company several years back to research the possibilities of teleportation technology for military-grade use, but we had only recently begun to build physical prototypes after endless calculations and computer modeling. On that front, Lotson was right: our first telepods had been a failure. We’d experimented with mice first, but instead of teleporting, the machinery appeared to be creating a second mouse in the destination ‘pod.

We hadn’t realized the implications of this until we’d used a mouse which happened to have a distinctive shriveled right ear; that time, we’d noted with amazement that the second mouse had had the same deformity! Unfortunately, the apparent clones only lived for moments, if at all, before melting away to nothing like dry ice — so no conclusions could be drawn at that time. It was quite remarkable to watch, however, and the frustrating phenomenon only spurred us on to continue perfecting our work.

Over the next months, we had tweaked the plans. I’d done the rebuilding on the ‘pods, changing out some parts and rewiring others. It was slow going. The newly appointed military liaison, Sgt. Bristol, was certainly no help; he was constantly calling up and screaming threats to our funding. To my dismay, he took a shine to the sound of my voice, and always asked for me, but never by name — always as that lady scientist. The sergeant drove me crazy; but Lotson, true to the stereotypical head-in-the-clouds scientist, was a notoriously bad people-person, so I didn’t dare let him take charge of our only funding lifeline.

Sgt. Bristol vacillated between thinly veiled sexual come-ons and rage. I couldn’t quite think of him as an actual human being, but as more of a caricature. If that angry red-haired cowboy from the cartoons were a military man, that would be Bristol, I imagined; making up for his lack of size with bluster and dramatics. When he’d come to the lab last month, I’d almost laughed out loud at how accurate my mental portrait had been: short, fat, and balding, with a heavy mustache, and a heavier chip on his uniformed shoulder. Talk about a Napoleon complex!

Judging from the look on his face when he first saw me, I knew he was smitten. Despite my sinking feeling, I was long accustomed to it. I’d modeled in high school and through undergrad, and I had been quite successful. I had walked in big couture shows in London, New York, and Milan, and I’d done a number of print ads; if I hadn’t loathed the superficial culture, I could’ve made a career of it. However, after some soul-searching, I knew that I needed to be valued for my intelligence rather than my looks, and I left the fashion industry in order to pursue my doctorate. That was years ago, but I was proud that I didn’t look much different now; in fact, I could just as easily step right back on the runway without any problems.

The real problem, indeed, was Bristol — of course he’d demanded a date, and it really took some doing to sidestep my way out of that one. I couldn’t very well be rude and tell him to fuck off like I so desperately wanted; the very lifeblood of our research was in his pasty little sausage-hands. So, I simply said that I had