Lesbian Erotica:8 Lesbian XXX Stories

By Rod Polo

Lesbian Erotica:8 Lesbian XXX Stories.

Stories:

1. Rebecca Lets Go
2. Stella’s Discovery (Part 1 – The Climb)
3. Stella’s Discovery (Part II – The Peak)
4. Stolen Heart
5. Look At Me
6. Open Up
7. Whatever It Takes
8. Take The Plunge

For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rod Polo
• Release date: Feb 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311372628

Rod Polo

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Lesbian Erotica:8 Lesbian XXX Stories

By Rod Polo

Copyright@2015 by Rod Polo

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

This Erotic Short Stories Collection is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Stories:

Rebecca Lets Go

Stella’s Discovery (Part 1 – The Climb)

Stella’s Discovery (Part II – The Peak)

Stolen Heart

Look At Me

Open Up

Whatever It Takes

Take The Plunge

Rebecca Lets Go

When she got home from college that day, Rebecca drove in slowly into the garage. The car was a small Japanese model, a gift from her father on her twentieth birthday. Two years later, it was still the best thing in Rebecca's life. Well, after Skitty anyway, her narcissistic cat, whom Rebecca could only stand just because she was pretty and loved to wake her in the morning by walking all over her face.

She parked carefully and made her way into the house. It was quiet, she wondered if anybody would be home. Her father was probably still at work, she always got home before him. But Lana was not at her usual place on the couch with magazines and books and her iPad. Rebecca passed on and went up the stairs to her room.

Rebecca was not her father's only child. There was Evelyn. Her sister had been left behind to live with their mother after the divorce. Rebecca had preferred to move out with their father in his new house. Despite both their parents having now moved on and gotten married again to different people, Rebecca still liked that her parents were still on good terms.

During the separation, they had done everything they could to make things as least awkward for the girls. That was eight years ago. Even now Rebecca's parents placed no restrictions on Rebecca and Evelyn when it came to spending time with family, so Rebecca could visit her mother anytime she liked. Evelyn came over a lot too and spent weekends and holidays with them. Rebecca always marveled at how surprisingly cool both their step-parents were with the whole arrangement.

Rebecca entered her room and let her bag fall on the floor. She was tingling with excitement. These were the times when she wished that her sister Evelyn was around. Then she would have just pounced on her with the news about the upcoming camping event that had been announced at school.

For now though, she would just have to be content with talking to her on the phone. Rebecca was just hanging up after telling Evelyn all about it, when her stomach grumbled. She had only had a light salad at lunch and then rushed to a group discussion.

Now her stomach was crying for attention, and Rebecca felt that she would oblige it. There had to be something in the kitchen, probably something Lana had left over from breakfast or lunch. She went back downstairs.

Rebecca had just cleared the stairs and landed her feet on the flowered carpet of the living room when she heard the voices. They were coming from the kitchen. Rebecca could tell that one of the voices was Lana's. So she had been home after all. The other voice Rebecca could not recognize, although she felt that it was vaguely familiar, probably one of Lana's many girlfriends who came over all the time.

As Rebecca was approaching the kitchen, the smell of pancakes hit her full on the face. She felt her stomach lurch on its side. God, that is sweet, Rebecca thought as took a step to clear the remaining distance to the kitchen door. And then she saw it.

The kitchen door was swung shut, but not all the way. There was a crack where it should have been touching the frame. Through this, light spilled in a soft sliver that landed and lay on the living room carpet. The kitchen was flooded with light from the large Italian windows.

At first Rebecca wasn't sure what she was seeing. There was indeed another woman there with Lana. Rebecca recognized her from her hair to be Clara, Lana's best friend. They seemed to be really close, and Lana seemed to be whispering something to Clara. But something about their position seemed awkward. Clara was seated on the kitchen counter looking down at Lana who stood between her swinging legs, and their faces were so close together.

Rebecca did not know what told her to keep silent, to tiptoe on her bare feet until her face was pressed into the wall beside the door frame, and to peer through the crack inside at the two older women.

The scene unfolded before her eyes like something from a dream. Lana was not whispering something to Clara's ears. The reason why their faces were so close together was because they were kissing. Rebecca almost gasped out loud until she remembered her own compromising position and choked down the gasp.

What would she explain she was doing if she got caught?

Rebecca had seen women kiss before, but only on the videos her sister kept hidden in her laptop. Clara's hands cupped Lana's face in her palms. Lana's lips were entwined with Clara's, and Rebecca knew that between them, so were their tongues. Evelyn’s adult videos had always excited Rebecca, but only in secret. She could never bring herself to admit it openly, even to Evelyn whom she told everything.

But here it was, this time real before her own eyes, between a woman she knew as her father's wife, and a woman who was supposed to be her best friend. It was not the kissing itself that surprised Rebecca but the fact that it was Lana. Her hunger momentarily forgotten, Rebecca could not bring herself to stop watching. The women seemed to be in their own world, oblivious to being watched.

Clara extricated herself and said something to Lana. Her voice was low and all Rebecca heard was a whispered mumble. Lana laughed softly and raised her face again for another kiss. It was obvious that they were enjoying themselves. Rebecca was not sure what to feel. All she felt was a weird mixture of emotions. She was surprised. She felt betrayed, but for her father. Something inside Rebecca was wondering if it could be considered cheating if her father's wife was kissing a woman instead of another man. Rebecca thought so, but then again, not quite. But what surprised Rebecca most of all was her own reaction. It started as an involuntary feeling. She felt something inside her chest shift, like her heart had somehow turned all by itself, and then Rebecca felt a cold wash over her skin. Glancing down on her arm, Rebecca saw the most unexpected goose bumps she had ever had.

Confused, Rebecca threw herself quickly off the wall. She stepped backwards, away from the women, away from weird unexplainable feelings. Rebecca was just about to turn and run back upstairs to her room when her stomach grumbled again. Rebecca felt the waft from the kitchen again, and the inviting call of possibly delicious pancakes.

If they were made in Lana's style, then they definitely were as delicious. Instead of running upstairs, Rebecca coughed loudly and walked towards the kitchen, bringing her feet heavily down for good measure. The kitchen door swung noisily on its hinges. When she let herself through, the two older women had already heard her coming and disengaged themselves. Rebecca found Lana at the sink. She turned at Rebecca's entrance, but Rebecca did not miss the mischievous grins plastered on the two women's faces. Rebecca smiled sweetly, giving nothing away of what she could have seen.

Whoa, I can smell the pancakes from the driveway! Rebecca announced cheerfully.

Oh, you're home Becky. How come we didn't hear you drive up? Lana asked.

Because you were busy kissing, Rebecca wanted to