You and I: Erotic Lesbian Short Stories

By Raven Elizabeth

In a world where most stories are told to you in the third person point of view, You and I flips the script and puts you in the shoes of the author and her partner. These first person–written lesbian short stories will make you feel like you are truly a part of what you have read. They are told in such a way that anyone can see themselves in the scenarios. Depending on your imagination, you can have experiences as if you are with the author or as if you are the author. If you want to have an interactive experience, you and your partner can read them aloud to each other.

One night, you could be having your first lesbian experience in a friend’s house, and the next night, you could be meeting someone in a club to release a little frustration. You could be going for a weekend of camping with your partner, or you could be headed to meet up with a new friend for a much-needed vacation. No matter your experience or taste, there is a story written just for you.

Each story has its own personality and feel to it. They are written with very little personal details like names and physical descriptions for the sole purpose of allowing anyone to imagine themselves in the stories.

“I read them slow because I don’t want to miss a detail! They are amazing and so freaking intense! Your short stories actually turn me on! It is the most exotic experiences in each story, and I can’t explain it, but I can’t stop reading” (BB, Illinois).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796030129

Raven Elizabeth

About the Author Raven is a former teacher, personal trainer, carpenter, and heavy equipment operator who has always loved the power of words to engage a reader. She has been writing since her teens. Over the years, she has written for the women in her life. While serving in the military overseas, she found that writing was the escape she needed to get through the rough times. By the end of her second tour, she realized she needed to share her stories.

Book preview

UNCHAINED PASSION

It’s a week before I’m to return home. As usual, we have been constantly texting and talking on the phone whenever possible. Unfortunately, I’ve been a little busy wrapping up post deployment things. Almost every night we Skype before I go to bed. But not tonight. Today I have been very busy and haven’t been able to text you very often. I can feel you are a little disappointed through the text messages you are sending. I try to apologize to you as best I can, but you don’t seem to believe me.

It’s Friday, so I know I only have a limited time to really have a conversation with you before you meet up with your friends. I wish I could just calm you down by wrapping my arms around you and kissing you, but I’m too far yet for my arms to be able to reach you. Needless to say, I’m unable to help you find peace before you go out.

I text you my wishes and love around 7:30 p.m. your time. You don’t text me back. You go off to your friend’s house, frustrated and disappointed, so of course, when you get to your friend’s house, you vent and drink. Then you all head down to Hour Place, the local gay bar, to watch the drag show and dance.

When you get to the bar, you see a lot of my friends there. You say Hi, then think nothing of it. The drag show seems to have a theme tonight. All the performers have masquerade masks on. The bar is dark and getting packed. You and your friends find a table up front so you can enjoy the show.

The music quickly changes over to the intro song for Nix, the reigning empress. She is looking very regal in her gown and mask. She goes into her usual updates and upcoming events, then introduces her first performer. The first queen comes out with extreme energy and gets the crowd riled up. Everyone seems to be having a great time. Then Nix introduces a drag king. No one knows this one, so you can tell the whole crowd is just waiting to see what he can do.

His music starts to pound, and his hips begin to move. The music is very erotic, and everyone responds to the combination. Since everyone is wearing some sort of masks, the show is more of a dance performance. You seem to follow his hips across the dance floor, like you’re hypnotized. Then out of nowhere, the performer rips his shirt off, exposing her abs, hips, and wrapped breasts. Your eyes trace the defined lines of her body as she grinds her hips with the air and the patrons giving her tips. You can’t help yourself, so you hop off your seat and head down to the dance floor with your dollar in hand.

You expect her to just take the money or even grind a little with you. Instead, she pulls you further onto the dance floor and grinds hard into you. You find yourself following suit and forgetting about everyone else around you. It’s been a long time since you have danced so helplessly with someone like that. Then the song ends, and you slowly make your way back to your table. Before she totally lets go of you, she traces your hips with her hands. You catch your breath for a second as you find your seat.

You and your friends share a look then smile and laugh. The show continues on in front of you, but there is just something about that performer that won’t let you think of anything or anyone else. You watch her in the bar area, just trying to build up the courage to say Hi, but all you can manage to do is smile. She catches you looking and gives you a very manly nod. You just smile bigger, deeper.

Nix comes over the microphone and says they are taking a little break, so you take advantage and run to the restroom. What you don’t see is the performer follows right behind you. You come out of the stall to her looking at you, but she still has her mask on, so you can’t tell for sure. She takes you by the hips and pushes you back into the large stall. She turns your back to her and lets her hands slide from your hips to other places. You whisper you can’t, you shouldn’t, but her hands carry a familiar heat and weight to them. They comfort you.

Quickly she has your legs spread. You’re breathing like you could cum with just a thought. She wraps one arm over your shoulder and in front of your throat. You brace yourself with one hand on the closest wall and the other on her hip. Then she moves her unburdened hand between your skin and your underwear. There is something about her fingers that begs you to let go. Before she even has a chance to enter you, you freeze. She knows you know.

She leans into your ear, tightening her grip around your neck. Your breathing becomes very rapid. Your heart pounds in the back of your throat. You feel the heat of her breath on your neck and ear. She presses her body firmly against your ass. Then you hear it—my deep and husky voice reaches you as I thrust my fingers past your grip and deep inside of you. Missed me that much, did you? I thrive on how wet I’ve make you. You loudly moan as you reach up and grab my hair. Your hips work around my fingers, and within seconds, I feel you cuming for me. Unable to just let you off with just one, my fingers begin working relentlessly inside of your amazingly wet, tight pussy. You spasm repeatedly around my finger. I’ve missed you that much too, baby!

I wrap my arm around your waist and slowly begin to remove my fingers from inside of you. You take your hand and undo your pants, easing the pressure around my hand. Once my hand is free, I lift my mask and clean my fingers. (Oh god, the way you smell and taste drives me crazy. Mmmmm, yes, please, I’ll take seconds, and thirds!) I tenderly trace my lips down your neckline to your shoulder. Your knees begin to fail you. I hold you tight.

I feel you collect yourself, then you spin on me. Now I’m the one caught off guard. You kneel in front of me knowing how wet I’d be for you; how wet you make me when you cum. You look up into my eyes as your hands work on removing my belt and my pants. Your hands work their way around and over my hips. You know just how to tease me. My breathing becomes very erratic and heavy. I watch your lips move to meet my navel. Your fingers trace over my hip bones in my boxer’s waistband. Your lips begin making their way down my body, following my underwear. Halfway down, you quickly rip my boxers down to my ankles. I watch your tongue play over my clit, teasing me. Then, as if you are just waiting for me to exhale, you wrap your lips around my clit, sucking hard and caressing it with your tongue. I want to scream. Holy fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum before I can even fully enjoy your tongue, but I don’t. I can’t. I can’t even moan. All I can manage to do is not lose my balance.

Within a minute or so, I find myself gripping the back of your head and hold you hard into me. I need more, I want more. (Fuck! Don’t scream.) I cum all over your chin and lips. You force me to take every sensitive movement of your tongue. I must force you to stop. I have to force myself to breathe again.

Realizing we are running out of time, I pull you to your feet to face me. You’re breathless and breathtaking. As the tears run down your eyes, I wipe them away and caress your face as I move in to kiss you. You slap me. You call me an ass. Then you kiss me like you’re gonna lose yourself. (I could lose myself in you!)

I break our kiss to get cleaned up, watching you in the mirror. I tell you how I have another performance before I can be yours. You just watch me. I’ll see you out there, I say as I lower my mask over my face and walk out of the bathroom, leaving you speechless.

You move to the sink and catch your breath, still reeling from what just happened. As you retouch on your makeup, one of your friends comes in and ask you about what happened. She saw that you were followed. You just smile. You can’t stop smiling. You make your way back to your seat, still smiling from ear to ear. My friends see you and give you a questioning look. That’s when you realize I’m not only for your surprise; I’m also theirs.

The music changes again, and you sit eagerly, awaiting my next song. The soft piano plays in your head. Wanted is playing. I come out in a tux. I grab Chelsea and give her a dance, then I move to Jasmin. You know the song is a chorus away from ending, and you start to think I won’t dance with you. I make my way around the crowd, finally coming up behind you and pull you to your feet and out onto the dance floor. I twirl you around like a princess, then I pull you in close. The music slows for the last verse, and we go slow with it. I gently push you away and drop to my knee. Without removing my mask, I pull out your ring and just look at you. You meet my eyes and start crying as you continuously nod yes. I slip the ring on your finger as the song’s last note is played.

I stand up and walk you to your table. I sit you down and just hold you. Everyone around us just stares at us. Half of the crowd knows you, and the other half know me. I hold you tight and ask you gently if I can let you go for a second so I can remove my mask and answer all the questioning looks. You just nod. I take a step back, and slowly, I look at the crowd as I remove my mask. I quickly turn to Nix and give her a nod and mouth, Thank you. Both my friends and your friends’ jaws have hit the floor.

I just give your friends a wink and smile at mine and wait to get swarmed. I wrap my arms around you once more, and you pull me so tight against you that I don’t think we are two people anymore. I manage to reach into my breast pocket and pull out my handkerchief for you to wipe your tears. I kiss your head softly and smile. Then we get swarmed. Everyone gives us hugs and congratulates us. I barely hear any of it. I’m just lost in the bliss of holding you. I LOVE YOU, BABY GIRL! You look up at me and give me that amazing smile of yours.

Then Nix comes to the speakers and breaks the serenity that I just found again. She says it’s time to celebrate, and I for one can’t think of a better thing to do in this moment. I quickly pull you to your feet and onto the dance floor. We spend the next hour or so dancing and having fun with our friends. Then I whisper in your ear, I wanna take you home now and make love to you! I need you naked in my arms! You just look at me with those smoldering eyes and smile. I take your hand and lead you through the crowd. You gather your things and say good night to your friends, and I do the same.

You walk me to your car because I showed up in a cab. You hand over the keys to let me drive. I open the door for you, then I run around to my side and climb in. I don’t even have a chance to start the car before you lean over and kiss me. Your intensity hits me like the freight train going behind us. I can’t get enough of you. I instantly undo your pants and slide my way between your now soaked underwear and your throbbing mound. You pull your pants down past your knees, so I have a full range of motion. You toss your head back in a spasm and moan as I coerce the first of many orgasms from you. You try to force my fingers out of you, but I refuse to quit. (I WANT MORE!) So you take it upon yourself to slide your hand in my boxers to tease my throbbing, soaking wet pussy. I don’t stop till I feel your body contract once more around my quickening fingers. This time, your body grips me so hard I can’t even move my fingers as your cum washes over them. Your whole body stiffens. Your hand presses hard against my clit, and the slight shutters that ripple through your body reach me at my pinnacle. I can’t help myself; my body takes over my thoughts and begins to orgasm as yours ends. Your fingers, since my impending explosion, begin moving over my clit again, hard. I catch my breath for a split second, then I hand myself over to the pleasure you’re forcing from my pussy. I scream, Holy fuck, baby, don’t STOP! Please don’t STOP!

(Holy fuck!) God, how I’ve missed you, baby! I say with a dimpled smile. You lean over and kiss me tenderly with the love I’ve been missing. When you pull your lips away from mine, I see you smile and bite your lip. Knowing what you’re thinking, I slowly remove my fingers from the warmth we created between your legs. You, on the other hand, decide that I need a little more teasing, and you keep your hand in my pants as long as possible.

I start the car up, trying to focus on what I need to do to get us to bed as quickly and safely as I can. I widen my legs, giving you more access. You take your other hand and unzip my pants so you can have more free range. (Time to practice my multitasking skills! God, how you make it difficult to concentrate!) I start down the road, and we head to my hotel. After I miss the turn, you think I should have just taken the road back to your house, but I tell you to just enjoy the ride. A minute later, I pull into the Davenport Hotel. You quickly remove your hand from my pants, which makes me catch my breath. You give me a quick look of wow and really? wrapped in a smile.

I move quickly to pull up my pants before the valet gets to your door. I just smile my cocky smile. We both get out, and I give him my keys and grab your hand and lead you to my room. I can feel your pulse racing through your hand. As we walk up to the room you ask me how long I’ve been planning this. I just look at you and simply say, Since the day I left you. Then we arrive at my room. I open the door and let you in ahead of me so you can see the room before I help you destroy it.

The bed has rose petals covering it, with white lilies on either side and candles burning on every surface. I give you a second, then step behind you, slowly moving my hands down your shoulders to your hands. I kiss you softly behind your ear, lulling you into a sense of relaxation before I make your breathing catch. You lean back into me, wanting more. Lucky for me, you stop right next to a wall. I spin you around to face me and aggressively press you to the wall as my lips meet yours. I can feel your breathing stop. I grip your hip hard and twine my fingers in your hair, pulling your lips from mine, slowly. I bite your lower lip before you get the chance to. I’m hungry. Hungry for you. Hungry for your touch, for your raw passion, for the taste of you.

You expose your neck to me willingly. The heat of my tongue warms you straight down between your lips. My lips are greedy to take the taste of you in. I kiss every inch of your neck, teasing your shoulders with my teeth. I find the spot just above your shoulder and sink my teeth in aggressively, but not hard. I give you a moment to catch your breath. Your hands are up against the wall in complete surrender. Releasing my grip on your hair and hip, I take my hands around the collar of your shirt, tracing your collarbone for a moment. Then in one quick, decisive movement, I rip your shirt in half, exposing your breasts, barely covered by your strapless black bra. You gasp in shock