Leslie's Lust

By Lexie X

Leslie's a photographer's assistant, and the models she sees regularly are some of the worst kinds of people—no, that's not fair. It's really just one in particular: Anya, a thin, leggy, and gorgeous brunette from overseas. Anya's torturous teasing is inexplicable, at least until the two girls find themselves drunk and alone at the party after everyone else has gone home. Suddenly, animosity turns into something else... and Leslie discovers a new dark and domineering side of herself that only Anya can bring out.

Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, sex between women, and and anonymous sex.

~12,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Feb 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310290848

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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Leslie’s Lust

A Kinky Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance

By Lexie X

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Chapter 1

Ok, then… the models were all getting naked and making out.

Leslie tried not to stare. As an average blonde, she considered herself nowhere near the league of these girls, despite being fit and slightly bustier than her frame might otherwise have suggested. She’d never even been to one of these after-shoot parties before. She’d only been invited because she was the assistant of one of the photographers and happened to have been on set at the right time and place. Everyone she knew had gone home, but she’d thought why not?

And now these bitchy, coked-up, alcoholic, and gorgeous girls were getting out of hand. It had started as an attempt to tease her, or at least that’s what it seemed like. She hadn’t particularly understood the lead model’s thick Russian accent; the brunette had then started making out with her redheaded colleague to… what exactly, she wasn’t sure. There was some implication that Leslie herself had been pissing the girl off just by being there, and this was some attempt to mock her for being… not as hot as the other girls? She wasn’t sure.

But then Anya’s drunk kissing had become deeper, and the two models had begun pretty seriously making out.

Following her lead, the other models—already a mess after hours of partying—had somehow begun sprawling out on couches or against walls and kissing and groping one another.

Had this happened before? Leslie sipped her beer and tried not to look too freaked out. Or did models just do whatever the fuck they wanted with no self-awareness whatsoever?

It was probably that second one.

Oh lord. Anya’s dress was being pulled around her arms, and then down to her waist… her colleague, Galina, began groping and kneading her bra-covered breasts. Just how far was this going to go? Leslie floated a little closer and watched in wonder.

Suddenly, it all stopped, and the girls began laughing.

Told you, Anya said in English. Fat lesbian!

Leslie sighed. So it had all been a cruel joke.

Whatever.

She shrugged off the insults and laughter and moved to another room of the party. She wasn’t a lesbian, and she wasn’t fat. That much she knew: these girls were too thin. She was not overweight. She was a normal girl.

She was right, but she was still secretly hurt. Drinking more than she meant to, she found herself rather trashed by the time the party really began letting out. Somehow or another, she managed to head to the bathroom at just the wrong time. When she emerged, everyone was gone except the owner of the posh apartment—Anya.

What are you doing here still? Anya asked, glaring even as she stumbled drunkenly on something.

Furious, alone with the girl, and beyond inhibition, Leslie stormed forward angrily. Anya faced her down. The brunette was slightly taller than her even without her heels, but she was thin and not at all threatening. In fact—Leslie reached up and grabbed the other girl’s throat, employing all her willpower just to keep from actually choking the bitch.

Not fazed in the least, Anya glared at her even harder, daring her to do something.

She didn’t think about it before she did it. It just kind of… happened.

Leslie kissed her tormentor briefly on the lips.

When she pulled back again, she refused to let her own surprise show. Also, strangely, something about Anya’s energy had changed. The girl seemed subtly less defiant, and her neck was flushing red…

They glared at each other from inches away for another few heartbeats.

On impulse, Leslie kissed her again.

This time, Anya sank into her, kissing back with an open mouth and a questing tongue, her hands finding her sides.

Realizing it was somehow key to what was happening, Leslie kept the taller girl’s throat clutched—and she felt warmth creeping along Anya’s skin as they made out. This was a most unexpected development! On pure instinct, she pushed the thin brunette backwards and down onto a couch, where she used her body to pin the other girl so that she could finally let go of her throat.

Anya’s responsiveness to being forcibly controlled was astounding. Clutching and groping, she sought an ever deeper make out, and Leslie—trashed beyond rational understanding of what she was doing—gave it to her. Their tongues intertwined, and Anya even sucked on hers for a long moment.

There was a natural progression to this sort of thing, and Leslie sent her hand down to amateurishly rub the other girl’s mound through her dress and panties. What was she even going to do down there? She wasn’t sure, at least not until Anya reached down and lifted up her dress.

Suddenly given access, Leslie pushed her fingers along soft flat tummy and underneath light fabric, finding humidity, heat, and a soft bare mound. Of course Anya was completely shaven! Not at all surprised, Leslie thought more about her dislike for this girl than about the fact that she was massaging another girl’s sex.

Her dislike surged, and she got rough all over again, kissing hard and rubbing rather forcefully.

Between kisses, Anya moaned into her mouth.

Why was being rough just turning this girl on more?! Her ire rising, Leslie moved down, roughly ripped those panties off—noting