Persuasion - Lesbian Erotic Stories

By Virginia Wild

It seemed harmless enough to give her a ride since she was stranded and it was absolutely pouring.

Was she tricked or too curious to resist?

The book has 6 Girl-meets-Girl short stories of
Curiosity and Discovery.

As a fleeting bisexual impulse becomes overpowering, sometimes inexperienced women act on their fascination of exotic lesbians they meet. Could the straight girl avoid falling for the lesbian who put the moves on her? She is reluctant in so many ways, but in the end she allows herself to be seduced by the woman for her first lesbian experience.
“Persuasion–Lesbian Erotic Stories” is a collection of 6 stories of lesbian erotica, which contains explicit language and depictions of consensual sex between adults.

1. Emo Chick at the Pool
2. Lost Kindle
3. Lezmark
4. Naples
5. Tit Mouse
6. Bike Share

Any resemblance to persons is purely coincidental.

© 2013 Virginia Wild

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781304685421

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Persuasion - Lesbian Erotic Stories

Persuasion–Lesbian Erotic Stories

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Table of Contents

Emo Chick at the Pool

Lost Kindle

Lezmark

Naples

Tit Mouse

Bike Share

Emo Chick at the Pool

I spent one hot summer day at the swimming pool alone after I’d just gotten married.  A year ago we were college sweethearts with big plans.  Now we are saddled with a mortgage and two car loans.  I do freelance work, so I actually pull my share.

My husband was on a business trip for a few days.  He traveled so much that I was thankful that we hadn’t rushed into having kids.

I spent a happy day at the pool, seeing friends and neighbors, along with the usual babysitters.

I watched one goth young woman with a couple of children. She was clearly not the mommy-type.  She didn’t appear old enough to have children this old.  Her tattoos and punk look made her appear so strange that all the women in the pool shook their head in disapproval.

This young emo woman’s dark string bikini was rather revealing, showing skin and tattoos.  She was rather thin and tall with a short hair cut.  Displaying her firm breasts and wide ass, she walked like she was God’s gift.  But the only guys there to impress were 15 year olds.

I lay out in the sun for a while, until ominous thunderclouds began to rumble in the distance.  The management always closes the pool for the night if there is any rain or thunder.

When the sky turned pitch black and the winds swirled, the pool emptied quickly—except the emo chick who was coming back from the parking lot.  She approached me saying, Excuse me, I am just babysitting these kids and the mother’s car can’t start.  She is stuck at home.  Do you mind giving me a ride?

I don’t have car seats for the children.  Couldn’t you call a cab? I asked, dismissing her.  I didn’t want to get involved.

Large raindrops fell.  It was a matter of seconds before the heavens would fully open up.

A taxi won’t have car seats either, she answered dryly.  It is very close-by.  It would really be a huge favor.  If you get a ticket or something, then I promise that you will get paid.  I will give you my phone number, and the parents’ information, too.

Ok, that will be fine.  Let’s go before we get drenched, I suggested helpfully, suddenly remembering my manners.  It seemed harmless enough to give her a ride since she was stranded and it was absolutely pouring.  I am Lucy Barr.

Well, thanks.  My name is April.  Damn glad to know you—Juicy Lucy, she insolently addressed me.  I scowled at her.

We ran briskly out of the pool to my car, as the thunder clambered frighteningly.

But we got soaked anyway.  The heavens opened up and we all got completely water logged.  Good thing we were in bathing suits!  We all looked like drowned rats as we climbed in my car, laying soggy towels on the seats.

Ok kids, everybody put your seatbelts on, I instructed, trying to show some concern for safety.

Thanks, said my emo passenger sincerely, as her shoulder strap went between her hanging breasts.

I cranked up the defroster fan.  I saw that April’s nipples were popping up in her bikini.  I think they looked extra big because she might have pierced nipples.  That was a mild shock, and I couldn’t help glancing trying to discern whether she was really pierced.  In the sudden chill, my own nipples grew rock hard too.

I pulled out of the parking lot.  I turned on the radio to a soft rock channel, and she touched my hand and asked, Do you mind if I changed the station?

No…well.  What are going to listen to? I asked, while she already punched buttons.  Some hard rock came on, but it was not too bad.

The kids were cold and quiet, like two angels—despite the loud music.

We can drop the kids off first, she said commandingly.  Basically she roped me into driving her home separately.  She really assumed too much.  Kind of disrespectful, right?  This girl made me nervous.  Turn right just past the next light and then I will tell you where to go.

Hey…Aren’t the parents going to be home and they can give you a ride? I questioned.  Or if they are not home, won’t you need to stay with the kids anyway?

Remember that I said the mother is waiting at home without a car?  We can play it by ear if you don’t mind, she replied smooth as silk.  It is possible that I will still need you.  This is a big help.  Thanks.

Well, I am sure everybody needs to get changed out of their wet things.  I said awkwardly.

That sounds like an invitation, she answered pointedly.  What was she expecting?  Ok, left here into the cul-de-sac.  Cool… Their mother is home already.  Pull in that driveway.

She hopped out and unbuckled the children and ushered them in.  It was still raining, but lightly.  She didn’t even ask the woman to arrange a ride or pay for her cab, but just bolted back in my car with me with some cash in her hands.  I should have just rapidly driven off.

Nothing beats the feeling of cash, she bragged as she jumped back into my passenger seat.  Here is five bucks for gas, Lucy.  God, you are very cool!  Let’s hit the road.

Oh, no.  I don’t need the money.  You should keep it, I demurred.

Ok, I will buy some wine and we can go back to your house.

"No!  You can’t come back to my house. Look I gave you a ride because there was a storm coming.  And besides the drinking age in our state is 21.  Are you even old enough to