Lesbian Erotica: Be My Sex Slave

By Star Licker

Tricia was at home sitting on the couch watching a movie with her parents when her cell phone rang. The living room was small. The black couch was up against the bay window looking out at the street. As she answered the phone, she looked down at the green carpet that needed a good cleaning. A small coffee table was in front of her and a television set was sitting on a tall black stand.
"Hello?" Tricia asked into the phone. Not recognizing the number, she got up from the couch and went into the hallway.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ilovetoreadandwritebooks
• Release date: Jul 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463549179

Book preview

Tricia was at home sitting on the couch watching a movie with her parents when her cell phone rang. The living room was small. The black couch was up against the bay window looking out at the street. As she answered the phone, she looked down at the green carpet that needed a good cleaning. A small coffee table was in front of her and a television set was sitting on a tall black stand.

Hello? Tricia asked into the phone. Not recognizing the number, she got up from the couch and went into the hallway.

Hi! Sorry, I'm calling from my mom's phone. Don't forget that I'm coming to your house in a few hours, Shirley reminded her, hoping that she hadn't forgotten that they were going out to dinner.

I won't forget. I'm going to get in the shower in a few minutes. Tricia laughed into the phone. Though she was nervous, she was happy because she was going to see Shirley either way that night. Whether Shirley's dad left or stayed to eat, she was still going to be able to see her.

Okay, I'm getting into the shower now so I will talk to you later. I will pick you up. Mom is going to leave right after my dad gets home from work, Shirley explained to her.

They talked for a few more minutes and then they hung up. When Tricia got off the phone, she saw her mother Carol looking at her.

Carol was a short woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. She was pale-skinned and always seemed to know what was going on without having to be told.

What? Tricia asked her when she made eye contact with her.

Who was that? Carol asked her in a normal tone of voice.

A friend of mine. Tricia shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal.

Shirley? Carol asked her, raising her eyebrows.

Yes, why? What's the matter with Shirley? Tricia asked her, wondering where her mother was going with this.

I just thought maybe you would get tired of hanging out with the same friend over and over again. I know you have more friends than just Shirley. You might want to start hanging out with your other friends too, Carol pointed out to her, not seeing why she had to spend all her time with Shirley.

Shirley is my best friend, so of course I would hang out with her. Tricia rolled her eyes and left the hallway. Her heart was beating rapidly, wondering how much her mom actually knew about her and Shirley.

As she got her clothes ready and went into the shower, locking the door behind her, she hoped that her mother wasn't going to ask her any more questions about Shirley. She didn't want to lie to her, but she was afraid that if she told her parents what Shirley meant to her, they would act the same way as Shirley's parents had done. She wasn't sure that her parents would even accept the fact that she was with another girl.

Tricia looked into the mirror and smiled a little. She knew that she had something good with Shirley, and she prayed that Shirley's father would sit down and enjoy dinner with them.

Looking around the bathroom, she saw that laundry needed to be done as it was overflowing in the hamper and the clothes in the dryer had to come out. She had been spending so much time with Shirley that she had forgotten about doing the chores around the house.

Tricia spent a half hour in the shower and then shut off the water. Grabbing a blue towel off the towel rack beside the shower, she wrapped herself in the towel and began drying off. There was a knock on the door when she was putting on her white shirt.

Hold on a minute. I will be right out, Tricia called out in a friendly voice.

I just wanted to let you know that Shirley is waiting outside for you. I will let her know that you'll be out in a minute. Her mother's voice came through the door, though she didn't sound happy.

Thanks, Mom, Tricia called back to her, throwing the towel on the floor and putting on her white panties and a pair of blue jeans. While getting her socks