The Birthday Present and Other Stories

By E. F. Foster

Women loving women like only they know how in this steam four-story collection of lesbian erotica.

Whether experimenting in college or keeping a relationship fresh by inviting another woman to participate, anything goes in their quest for pleasure.

Includes:

A Great F***ing Track
Three Become Two
The Birthday Present
What College Is For

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. F. Foster
• Release date: Sep 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005939885

E. F. Foster

Everyone remembers their first.Whether that's their first time or their first time with a new partner (or partners) or trying something outside of their comfort zone, there is an excitement and anticipation that can be hard to recreate.The erotic works of E. F. Foster look to capture that feeling as people explore their sexuality and their sexual preferences in new and exciting ways, binding it to the page for others to experience again and again.

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The Birthday Present

And Other Stories

E. F. Foster

Copyright © 2022 E. F. Foster

All rights reserved

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

ISBN: 9781005939885 (ebook)

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

A Great Fucking Track

Three Become Two

The Birthday Present

What College Is For

About The Author

A Great Fucking Track

She didn’t know who this girl was, and she didn’t give a fuck.

The music was loud and Jenny was high as fuck. She didn’t know what her friend Marcus had given her, but it was the fucking tits. She could feel the music, the lights flashing in the darkness, the sexual energy of everyone in the room, dancing, grinding, sweating, a cultural foreplay, the precursor to actual fucking.

Here she was, in the centre of it all, vibing off the energy of the room when this girl walked up to her, wrapped her arms around her neck and slipped her tongue in her mouth. She had never kissed a girl before, but feeling her soft lips, her curious tongue, she wondered how she had ever done without.

Then the girl broke off the kiss and danced in front of her, moving her body seductively, turning to grind her ass into her crotch.

Turning back around, the girl pressed her body against Jenny, slipping her hands onto Jenny’s hips and in the middle of the high-octane dance number began to slow-dance with her, pressing her hips into hers. Then she leaned her face next to Jenny’s, whispering sweet nothings and nibbling on her earlobe. Then, as soon as the music finished, she was gone.

The next song started up and the crowd continued as if nothing had happened, but Jenny still stood there. Had that really happened? Had the girl really existed, or did she hallucinate the whole thing? All she knew for sure was that she was now horny as fuck.

She moved through the crowd, pushing past the sweaty bodies, the singles and couples and threesomes all looking to get fucked. And why not? College was the time for fucking.

Finally, she made it through the crowd and got to the bar. It was full but she managed to slip through and, much to the chagrin of the group of guys standing next to her, got served straight away.

Well, they could fuck off. All she wanted was some water. It was hot as balls in here at the best of times, and whatever she’d taken had definitely raised her body temperature, let alone what the other woman had been doing.

She drank some of the hideously overpriced water, careful not to drink too much, and walked through the crowd. There, in the corner, she saw her, sitting alone. Jenny decided to go and say hello.

Hi, said Jenny standing in front of the table, the noise making it practically impossible to hear. Is anyone sitting here? She slipped into the seat without waiting for a response, seeing the positive energy emanating from her aura.

The girl gave a brief smile, as if she was greeting a regular acquaintance. Jenny took this as a sign and slid up the sofa, moving around the table in a semi-circle and up to the girl.

It was hard to tell, but Jenny could see she had long black hair and a sleeveless black top. She seemed very pale, but it was hard to judge in this light. Her outfit was in sharp contrast to what most people were wearing here, but nights out tended to be a bit of a hodge-podge, groups of friends with different tastes, styles, and interests, compromising on where to go.

Do you come here often? She shouted over the din, but the girl made no reply. I said, said Jenny, placing her mouth close to the girl’s ear, getting a hint of her perfume, do you come here often?

It was the cheesiest as fuck line, but she didn’t care, she just needed something to start the conversation.

The girl looked down at the seat and Jenny, following her gaze, saw that she was accidentally touching the girl’s hand. Still, neither of them made an effort to move.

The girl looked at her, then turned to look back into the crowd, leaving her hand where it was. 

Jenny was confused. The girl seemed pleasant enough, but she wasn’t making any effort to communicate.

Then she made a really clear effort.

The hand Jenny had innocently been touching moved, slipping out from underneath Jenny’s finger, before finding a new home on her thigh.

Jenny felt her whole body tingle and the hand sat there, not moving. She could feel the girl’s positive energy flowing into her.