Good Girl, Dominant

By Lexie X

Erin's been a good girl far too long. At this year's sorority reunion, she's determined to stay and have a good time, and her excessive determination leads her into a whole new world of confidence and authority—especially over raven-haired and tattooed Kelly, who responds heatedly to such strong sexual aggression. Erin quickly gets in over her head with both Kelly and her blonde roommate, Natalie... but is she really in over her head? Because this is the most fun she's ever had!

Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, sexuality between women, a bit of supposed drug use, strap-on use, and a lesbian threesome.

~13,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Jan 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310850318

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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Good Girl, Dominant

A Kinky Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance

By Lexie X

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Good Girl, Dominant

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Good Girl, Dominant

Erin entered the dark foyer of the club with trepidation. Her sorority sisters from back in college were all partiers, and she had always been the group’s good girl. The yearly reunion had inevitably moved back to a dance club, and she was hardly dressed for the occasion. Since it was so cold out, she’d counted on her bulky jacket for the reunion, but here she’d had to leave it behind in the coat room. Now she was just in a loose light blue top and jeans, while her sorority sisters were all in killer outfits. She touched her long light brown hair unconsciously—at least she’d had the sense to get it done shiny and slightly curled. It hung down over her large natural breasts, framing what she desperately hoped was a passable look for dancing.

Dragged forward to the bar, her sisters gave her pep talks and ordered rounds of shots, insisting that the liquor would take care of everything.

Even if they didn’t take care of all her nervousness, the shots certainly helped. The pounding music stopped being painfully loud and began flowing through her instead; the darkness and multicolored lights became fun and private rather than intimidating. It wasn’t her first time dancing with her sisters, but it had certainly been awhile. Newly twenty-five and several years out of college, she was beginning to wonder if her life held any fun at all anymore. It was just work, watch TV, and then… the yearly reunion.

Unfortunately, the reality of club-going was less than ideal. Fending off a steady stream of strange sweaty guys, Erin felt her buzz beginning to fade—at least until someone came to the rescue.

She realized, as this new girl ground against her, that it was not one of her sorority sisters. By dim light, she saw that the girl had long black hair… red lipstick… three little metal studs in her ear… and a low-cut black blouse. Staring down, she also saw this girl had rather powerful cleavage, and a small red heart tattoo on one breast.

The girl leaned near her ear to be heard. Like what you see?

What? Erin responded, flustered. No, I mean, you look good, I’m just not—

Relax, she said in her ear. I’m just fucking with you. I’m Kelly.

She sighed and let the stiffness flow out of her dancing. Oh. Hi, Kelly. Thanks for keeping the guys off me. I’m Erin.

Her new dance partner said nothing, instead moving behind her to caress her up and down. A guy came forward to try to take her open front, but Kelly flicked him off, and he frowned sheepishly and moved on.

Not so bad, Erin decided. More or less private dancing, no harassing guys, a warm body against hers… this could actually be fun after all!

As her buzz deepened, she let herself flow with the music, and Kelly’s close body and roving hands seemed to become part of her. Multiple songs came and went, and Erin found herself finally stress-free and truly at one with herself. There was nothing but motion and skin contact—until one of her sorority sisters pulled her away, and back to the bar for more shots.

Some of the girls were heading home shortly, too. How the hell long had they been dancing already? Or were the girls just getting less adventurous with the years? Downing her shots and making small talk, she reveled in rare confidence and extroversion. It was an exhilarating feeling, and the girls certainly complimented her for loosening up and coming out of her shell. If there was subtext to those phrases, the alcohol made it lost on her.

Half of them began grabbing their jackets and rushing to newly arrived taxis that they had called; just starting to get really buzzed, Erin hung at the bar with the hardest partiers among her sisters. This was a phase of the night that she had never reached before, and the girls were amazed and intrigued that she was sticking around. Eager hands pulled her to the brightly lit and yellow-tiled girl’s bathroom, where the group passed numerous drunks and herded into the large stall at the end.

Full of alarm, Erin watched as small lines of white powder started making their appearance. Apparently just for fun, or perhaps for lack of a suitable surface, the girls began doing the lines off of each other’s tilted-back chests.

No pressure, one of her sisters said. But you should try it once in your life, right?

She shook her head. No way.

Why, got a drug test or something coming up?

No… Her pulse racing, her thoughts churning, she found herself continually coming back to sense memories of Kelly’s warm body against hers. Why did that make her want to do something rash? Screw it, just this once wouldn’t hurt.

The girls cheered as she took the rolled up twenty dollar bill, leaned deep into cleavage, and sniffed up the white powder. It disappeared without much sensation.

Lick the rest up! someone said, and she did so without thinking about it, running her tongue across her sorority sister’s upper breast.

The girls began laughing and asking her how she felt. Standing there, Erin wasn’t sure she felt anything at all. Is it fast acting?

It should be!

"Maybe I should do two