Lesbian First Time Sexy Surprises: Sexy Surprises, #41

By Giselle Renarde

Embark on a journey of sensual discovery with "Lesbian First Time Sexy Surprises," a captivating collection of six spicy short stories that explore the intoxicating allure of women discovering passion with other women. Each tale invites you to witness the electrifying chemistry between women as they explore their deepest desires and succumb to the irresistible pull of unfamiliar attraction.

 

Indulge in the tantalizing encounters between friends who become lovers, strangers at a coffee shop, and even a bored housewife and her seductive housepainter. From the sizzling tension between a goth cashier and a bicurious customer to the fiery passion between a powerful businesswoman and her enticing masseuse, these stories offer a mesmerizing glimpse into the world of lesbian romance and sensual exploration.

 

Get swept into the uncharted depths of desire as "Lesbian First Time Sexy Surprises" beckons you to explore the intoxicating allure of first-time sapphic encounters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Apr 29, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224193196

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Book preview

Lesbian First Time

Sexy Surprises

6 Erotic Stories

Giselle Renarde

Knee Socks

Hard to believe a man with a name like Bobby would have the audacity to call out his girlfriend for her juvenile traits. So what if Veronica liked wearing knee socks? So what if she bought them in argyle, in candy cane stripes, in colour blocks, in piano key patterns?  Her socks were cute and they were fun.

If Bobby had a problem with that, he could shove it!

Not that Bobby was her problem any longer. They broke up more than a month ago.

Why couldn’t she stop obsessing?

She knew she needed to move on—she just wasn’t ready.  She thought about him every day. Sometimes fondly. Sometimes not.

When she dressed that morning, she picked out her cute corduroy skirt. Corduroy went well with a jean jacket.  Which socks, though?  Big decision.  How about the white ones with the pretty pink ribbons at the top?

Oh, Bobby hated those!  They were probably his least favourite pair because they reminded him of baby clothes.  How could he go on dating a girl who dressed like a child—at least as far as her legs were concerned?

Well, he wasn’t dating her anymore.

So why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

Veronica popped in at the café on her way to work. The place was packed, but she really wanted to sit down and read her book like she did every day.  She spotted one empty chair, at an occupied bistro table. A redhead with a laptop sat there working away.  A young professional, just like her, though Bobby would have said no one would take her seriously thanks to the socks.

Excuse me, Veronica said to the woman.  Do you mind if I share your table?  I’m just going to read my book.  I promise I won’t bother you.

The redhead looked up from her computer.  At first, it didn’t seem as though Veronica’s words had registered.  And then the young woman fixed her emerald eyes on Veronica so attentively it was almost intimidating.

She looked Veronica up and down, staring for a particularly long time at her white knee socks with the pink ribbons. Maybe Bobby was right.  Maybe they were too juvenile.

Please, said the redhead.  Sit.

Veronica smiled nervously as she placed her coffee on the table. She settled in, got out her book, crossed one knee over the other, and started to read.

She wasn’t sure exactly how much time had gone by when she felt something on the underside of her ankle.  Her first thought was that perhaps someone walking by had kicked her, but the feeling was more gentle than that and, anyway, they were tucked away at this table.  Nobody was walking by.

When the sensation moved up the underside of her calf, Veronica gripped her paperback for strength and gazed down at her leg.  It was a foot! The redhead’s foot!  The redhead was slowly and deliberately tracing the top of her leather shoe up the underside of Veronica’s leg!

Could this really be happening?  Veronica felt dizzy when she looked around the coffee shop packed with people. Nobody so much as glanced in their direction.  Most people were talking to friends or were on their phones or were typing at computers... like the redhead had been.

The pretty young professional wasn’t typing anymore.  Veronica didn’t have the audacity to actually look in that direction, but she could feel the woman’s glowing green eyes on her.  The hurting part of her heart felt suddenly warm, and the broken-down part punched with pride.

So what if Bobby was done