Amanda's Awakening

By Lexie X

Amanda's never really felt comfortable with romance, until, one night, it happens: she and her best friend Mary get drunk together and have sex. The only problem is, Mary has a boyfriend, and the sheer passion of their secret affair complicates both their lives. It's up to Amanda to overcome the hurdles of life as she deals with a certain profound realization about herself.

Content advisory: contains scenes of sex between women, lesbian romance, and strap-on use.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Feb 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310846243

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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Amanda’s Awakening

A Kinky Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance

By Lexie X

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Amanda’s Awakening

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Amanda’s Awakening

Amanda looked up from her phone with annoyance. Nobody else can make it!

That’s alright, Mary said. We can just hang out. Wanna watch a show or something?

Sure, I guess. She began flipping through channels while Mary grabbed a beer for each of them.

It was a normal Saturday night for both of them, if not for other thirty-year-old girls who might be out at the bars or something. They were both attractive—both brunette, both slim enough, but both in sweatshirts that hid their finer features. Amanda was proud of her own D-cup breasts, which were enormous for her small frame, but she was also scared of the attention they earned her. She would much rather have had Mary’s C-cups and avoided the social anxiety. She stared at Mary’s chest as she accepted a beer, but there was no good outline to be seen.

Mary gave her a brief odd look. Had she noticed? She’d definitely noticed. Trying to act nonchalant, Amanda went back to clicking through channels. How about this one?

Sure.

The movie had just begun, and looked rather cheesy. Both girls immediately began talking over it and making fun of the actors and dialogue. Throughout, they laughed often, drank quickly, and quickly grew tipsy. In fact, Mary had a suggestion. Let’s take a shot every time the characters do something that makes no sense at all!

Just buzzed enough to accept, Amanda got up and retrieved liquor from the freezer. Plunking two shot glasses down on the table, she said, Challenge accepted.

And what a challenge it was. Downing shot after shot, they both soon realized they would never make it to the end of the movie. Just before calling it off, they froze.

Apparently, this movie had a lesbian scene.

They both watched drunkenly, silent for once, as the lead girl moved passionately in bed with another woman. When the scene finally ended, Amanda turned off the movie and said, Time for bed…

Recovering quickly, Mary said, I’m too drunk to drive. Can I sleep on your couch?

Sure.

Blankets were given, lights were turned out, and good nights were exchanged.

Amanda retreated to her room, climbed in bed, and lay in the dark drunkenly staring at the ceiling. She was definitely feeling tingly because of the unexpected scene in that movie; normally, she didn’t even look at such things, but she was too drunk for her usual self control. It had been a very long time, too, bordering on five years since she’d been with a guy. All that pent-up time burned within her now, keeping her awake and agitated.

She wasn’t sure exactly what her body wanted, but she finally gave in and sat up. Climbing out of bed, she took one step toward her bedroom door—and then saw Mary standing there.

The moment seemed to lock itself into inevitability. Both girls stepped forward, and, without a word, pressed their faces close.

The very first kiss was wide-mouthed, warm, and drunken. Shocked by the liquor on Mary’s breath, Amanda almost didn’t even register the fact that she was kissing a good friend—or the fact that said friend was female. All her body knew was that it was amazingly satisfying to be kissing someone again, and she could feel that someone’s cheeks heating up to match her own arousal.

But the sweat shirts between them were definitely getting in the way. Somehow, Mary’s came off and hit the floor, and Amanda froze for a moment as her own sweat shirt was lifted around her head and off. Standing there in just her bra, she stared. By the dim light of her alarm clock, she could just barely see the C-cup breasts she had always been envious of. Her hands went there now, squeezing her friend’s bra, and then working their way under against warm soft curves.

Some layer of taboo broken, Mary reached forward and returned the touch. Startled, but too deeply buzzed to stop, Amanda let her breasts be touched for the first time in years. Her bra was being tugged at, and then unclasped, and she relished in the strong barrier of alcohol keeping her anxiety at bay. Her breasts hung free in the air, and insistent hands cupped and kneaded them, and it felt wonderful. It didn’t matter that those hands weren’t masculine.

But as they massaged and explored each other’s chests and continued passionately kissing, the heat between them seemed to grow, and Amanda found herself being pushed back toward her bed. Part of her realized what was happening and rebelled, but it simply could not reach out through the heavy blanket of alcohol over her thoughts. Her body wanted this; she leaned back a bit on the edge of the bed as her pajama pants were tugged down and removed.

She froze, too, as her panties followed. She hadn’t really thought this through when she’d gotten out of bed, but, apparently, Mary had. Her friend had always been stronger and more dominant, and she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Amanda shuddered as a delicate but directed hand cupped her bare mound.

She breathed out loudly. Just the touch itself felt amazing, but she was naked with