Foreplay

By Lexie X

Serena's had a rough year or so after college, and quite the dry spell. Her friend Nicole has a seemingly impromptu idea for a great getaway - the girls head to Miami for spring break. Nicole's changed quite a bit in the last few years, though, and it seems she's got a few plans for opening Serena up... whether Serena wants to or not.

Features domination, manipulation, public humiliation, virgin lesbian sex, group sex, spring break drinking, and general debauchery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Mar 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301241989

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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Foreplay - Serena’s Submission, Part 1

A Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance

By Lexie X

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Foreplay - Serena’s Submission, Part 1

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Appendix

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Foreplay - Serena’s Submission, Part 1

Chapter 1

The idea had germinated over coffee, but only truly blossomed as the conversation turned toward their respective jobs.

I just slog through the week, and my boss is constantly on my ass. It’s driving me nuts, she’d complained. I really could use a vacation.

I’m serious, her friend Nicole had responded. Spring break is next week. Let’s go.

Just like that, a whirlwind of laughter, teasing, and planning somehow turned wishful thinking into an insane plan to actually go to Miami for spring break.

The evening before their flight found Serena trying on new clothes and wondering if anyone would be able to tell that she and Nicole were two years out of college. They’d be out there among crazy eighteen-year-olds and who knew what else… her own memories of spring break simultaneously filled her with joy and dread.

She’d had some serious fun at the beach the four times they’d gone, but now she felt like an adult, stuck in an office job she hated… how could she compare to her care-free freshman self? She felt much more reserved these days… unlike Nicole.

Nicole sat on her bed, calling judgment on each new outfit. Serena’s best friend since freshman year, Nicole had always been a little bit darker and deviant - like getting a tongue stud sophomore year, or slowly expanding the increasingly large tattoo on her left shoulder. Today, she’d topped herself.

She’d shown up with bright pink hair.

Cut to a few inches and styled with a random punkish spiking, she looked like a totally different person, worlds away from the conservative and strictly-raised girl Serena had met freshman year.

Aren’t they going to flip out at your job? Serena asked, rifling through her drawers in just her bra and panties.

Fuck ‘em, Nicole replied, her tone languid, her attention on her phone. I’m having fun on spring break the way I want. I’m pretty sure this look screams I’m a badass bitch.

Or a slut, Serena joked, laughing as she dodged a suddenly thrown pillow. She held up a frumpy orange sweater as a flag of truce. Also, I think I need to go shopping.

She straightened up the blouse and examined her overall look in the changing room mirror. It was decent, but not something she was enthusiastic about wearing at spring break. The garment sat well in contrast to her long brown hair, and showed off her chest well enough… she wished her boobs were bigger, like Nicole's, but there was no help for it. She'd have to find a few outfits and bathing suits in short order if she was going to make their redeye flight, so being self-conscious and picky wasn't an option.

She slid it off, and was reaching to try another shirt, when she heard something that froze her in place.

Subtle noises of motion carried along the ceiling, radiating from the adjacent changing room. Quietly muffled, the sound of a low short moan followed.

Mouth agape, she wondered whether to call security or something - somebody was having sex in the changing room next to hers! But a second muffled moan almost made her laugh and give away her position. She recognized the voice, now.

It was definitely Nicole.

Looking around the changing room with an awkward grimace at a non-existent shared audience, she wondered if anyone else was in the changing rooms listening to the barely muffled public sex…

But how? Who was it? Had Nicole managed to meet some guy out in the racks, flirt, and convince him to enter the ladies’ changing rooms and screw? She wouldn’t put that past her now-pink-haired friend, but she’d only left Nicole out there for maybe ten minutes while she tried on clothes. That had to be some sort of record.

Unwilling to call security or expose her own knowledge of the situation, Serena found herself forced to stand and listen.

As the muffled moans grew more insistent, she found herself less shocked. A subtle excitement extended through her with each passing moment. This was what spring break was all about, right? She’d been so down from her shitty job, her dating life had dried up, and it’d been so long…

Suddenly making a decision she hadn’t even realized she’d been considering, she unbuttoned her tight jeans. Already conveniently shirtless, she grasped one breast, and slid her other hand down her pants, surging with excitement at her private public spectacle.

It didn’t take long for her to warm up, given the hushed and crazy nature of the situation. She could hear Nicole and her mystery partner ramp it up a notch, oblivious to her participation.

She squeezed her left breast under her bra and shoved her hand further down her underwear, eliciting a sticky heat. Curling her toes up at the imagined danger of being found out, she rubbed as fast as she could while remaining silent, imagining what Nicole was doing. Was she on the changing room bench, being fucked doggy-style?

She liked to think so.

Sliding her finger up inside herself, she curled her palm against her mound to pressure it while she fingered - her preferred method of getting off quickly.

Her quick and light orgasm came easily, a rush and a relief all at the same time. Her body clenched up, and she struggled not to breathe or make any noise, her hand still pumping as she rode as much of the pleasure as she dared.

She heard a single louder moan, full of satisfaction and obvious orgasm, definitely giving away what the other two were doing.

Suddenly energized and terrified, Serena grabbed her original shirt, slid it on, carefully picked up the other clothes - and opened her changing room door with her best approximation of ninja-like grace. She slipped out into the store proper, her heart pounding, and her crotch still uncomfortably heated and wet under her tight jeans.

She pretended to be engrossed in choosing new shirts from the rack as she saw Nicole exit the changing room gallery. She could see bright pink hair out of the corner of her eye, but not whoever she’d been with - that dark blur quickly went the other direction and around a corner.

Nicole walked up, a satisfied smirk on her face.

At the last