Hush

“What are you doing!” Lilly (right) said in a panicked whisper.

“Giving you a kiss,” was Rachel’s (left) response.

“My mom is in the next room over!”

“She’s not going to hear us kiss. Now, what we did the other night...”

Mary was turning bright red as she slapped her girlfriend. “She might walk in!”

“Lock the door.”

“And face her wrath? No thanks.”

“Which would you rather: her find out you are a lesbian and have a smoking hot girlfriend or that you locked your door because you were ‘changing?’ Because I am going to kiss you.”

“Well...”

“Yes?”

“Go lock the door, smoking hot girlfriend.”

Rachel let out a quiet laugh. “What was that? I couldn't hear you.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“No your not,” she teased, pushing her face into Lilly’s cheek. “Cause you love me too much.”

They sat the laughing for several minutes before the brunette let out a whisper. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“That’s-”

“I love you too; however, I really want to kiss you, but you need to let go of me to reach the door.” Rather than that, she held on.

“On second thought, I kinda want my mom to meet my smoking hot girlfriend.”

Tease

Meet Molly, my really hot best friend. She loves taking pictures though they are mostly of herself, dog, and/or her friends (In that order). Some of them were a bit more risque for me, especially since I was a closeted lesbian. So finally after she sent me one with her only wearing panties and band aids, I decided I needed to tell her.

I was actually surprised at how understanding she was about the whole situation and apologized for making me feel uncomfortable. However, the pictures did not end. Now instead of asking “Does this make me look fat?”, “Am I cute?” , or “Don’t you love this top?” they were now “Would you bang a chick wearing this?”, “My boobs look amazing in this top, right?”, and a multitude of other things that were way more inappropriate than before.

So, once again I confronted her. Almost immediately, I regretted having this conversation at her house. All the while I was talking to her she just kept trying on new outfits and ignoring me. I was just as flustered as before and it was aggravating.

When she changed for the sixth time, I’d had enough. I stood up and left, ignoring her cries for me to come back. At school I avoided her, and I never answered her calls and texts. Even my parent’s were beginning to worry. I never once got a scandalous picture of her after that and it was relieving yet also depressing.

To be honest, SHE was the reason I realized I was gay. SHE had always been there for me. SHE was HOT, and I was in love with her. She was in love with that stupid kid on the soccer team: Jake, or something like that. It was about a month after our fallout that I finally gave in and browsed the old pictures. A some made me laugh, a few brought tears to my eyes, and many brought heat to my cheeks.

I let her image float through my mind till my eyes were to tired to hold themselves open, wishing that this whole stupid thing had never happened.

Not surprisingly, I woke alone and began my morning routine; however, in the midst of applying my makeup, I spotted movement behind me. When I spun around there was Molly, and I held myself back from pouncing her. Instead I forced out a cold “What do you want?” It wasn't very believable as I was too focused on her, especially with how low cut her shirt was.

She slipped out of her shirt, then teasingly played with her undershirt. You like what you see?” she asked. I’m sure even if I had said no she wouldn't have believed me or stopped, but instead I stood there mesmerized.

She stepped closer, having removed the undershirt, and reached her hand out. Part of me wanted to push her away, but that was only a small part. “I've always had this thing for you,” she said, as she pushed me up against the counter. “And well... I've really missed you.”

Lingerie Football League

The ref reached for his yellow flag, but hesitated. Was this really a penalty? It seemed fans on both sides were cheering, and well... it was hot. A few of the other girls looked on with mixed expressions of disgust and nonchalance; however, the guys in the stands were hollering.

Finally, he threw out the flag.

“Holding, delayment of game, and facemask,” he called at once, being met by a overwhelming amount of boos. “However, a time out was called by both teams prior to the incident.”

Thirty seconds passed and still the session continued. The ref then politely asked, forgetting the mic was still on, that the two please continue this another time. The one in white answered, “Oh yes we will.”

The fans have yet to stop talking about the game.

Speed Dating

After my friends learned I was gay, they not only accepted me -- besides Sarah -- but also made it their goal to find me someone. So when they found out their was a speed dating session for homosexuals, they signed me up instantly. Apparently it is completely anonymous, going so far as to make us sign a waver that promised to keep the identities of the people with red stickers hidden. Apparently, they could sue us otherwise, so whatever don’t rat out the red stickers. That was all fine and dandy until the next girl arrived at my table. It was my crush: Jackie, the head cheerleader. However, she had the red sticker on her shawl. She told me how her family was just a bunch of christian zealots and that was why she was still in the closet and how she first found out she was gay in church when she saw this cute girl there. All in all, we hit it off extremely well. Except that red sticker kept bothering me. I wanted to gush and gush over her, so I said something stupid. I told her to come out to her family. Then our five minutes ended with my foot in my mouth.

I mentally beat myself up for it the rest of the night, completely ignoring other attendees as I wallowed in my own stupidity. I could have gotten her number. I could have dated her in secret. I could have not been an idiot. Of course my friends wanted details the next day, but I just used the waiver as an excuse to avoid the topic. That changed, however, when I saw Jackie. She had a black eye, a line of bruises on her left side, and her eyes were red and puffy. I was an idiot and a fool, but I am no dumbass. She told her parents, and they weren’t happy. I managed to convince her to call the cops, and I offered her my shoulder. I did not expect her to instead wrap her fingers into mine before resting her head on my shoulder. Before we parted, she whispered something that made me happy, sad, and angry at myself all at the same time and then left with a smile. In my hand was a small piece of paper. Just 7 numbers.

“You know... We go to the same church.”

Too Drunk

Hey I think you've had a little too much too drink,” she said. I felt fine and was trying to get my keys back, so I could go home. Sure I may have a slight slur, but I was fine. She continued to lecture me. She sounded just like my mom. I decided she needed to be quiet.

I pulled her into a kiss, and just like I guessed she went quiet after we parted. Though now she was giving me this dumb look, like I’d done something crazy. Here she was lecturing me about the dangers of drunk driving like I was five, but I was the crazy one for kissing her.

“Did you just kiss me...?” was the first thing she managed. Since she obviously couldn't remember it, I felt it was my duty to remind her, so I kissed her again. This time I could feel her hand raise tentatively to my neck. I used this opportunity to grab my keys; however, I found it difficult to find with my eyes shut. To buy more time, I fought my tongue into her mouth, taking dominance over her tongue. Finally, I found them, but, when I went to pull for them, I felt her smirk into my kiss.

Next thing I know, she’s got control and my other hand, the one holding the key and not her waist. We pull apart for air and she gasps, “I guess I’ll have to take you home.”

POV

I could never understand it. No matter how many times I looked down and saw my own breasts there was nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. However, when I looked at the same exact things on someone else, it had me stumbling worse than a drunk. To top it off, I found myself a frequent viewer of not so appropriate sites.  Something I just so happened to be doing right now while my roomate, a smoking hot babe if I can say so, was out getting “turned up” at some party. Just the thought of her... curvacious body was sending shivers all up and down my body. Somehow, I found myself on her facebook page where she showed about as much decency as an infant, not that I was complaining. I began to sort through her photos and had to push a few naughty thoughts on what I wanted to do with HER breasts to the back of my mind.

That didn’t last long as I found myself craving her chest. That and the rest of her too. I guess this makes me gay? Not that I mind, and, in fact, I found the thought very comforting. I scrolled through another photo to one where she had nothing on but panties and her arm across her nipples, and I almost dropped my computer off my lap.

To make matters worse I hear the door open, and she calls out. “I’m home!” I never have moved so quick to close my screen as she approached. “What’cha looking at?” she asked, pulling at my laptop.

“Nothing!” I shot out, my cheeks were easily red from the warmth coming from them. I had to keep my eyes from crisscrossing her very very low cut shirt. She of course choose then to adjust it, revealing a cute pink bra. I didn’t even feel the computer slip out of my hands nor hear her crack it open, but thankfully it was locked. She pouted and huffed at me to open it, letting the scent of alcohol drift over to me. She dipped her chest low once again. If she did it again I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back.

She dipped, and she quickly came to enjoy my touch.

Are you ready? (Mature-ish)

"Are you sure?" she asked for the forth time, "we don't have to do this if you aren't comfortable."

"I said I', fine, Jenn," I said with a light chuckle. "To be honest, I'm liking this position a lot."

"Oh are you now?" she teased, dropping her cleavage a little lower. I couldn't help but look. "Oh you really are a pervert!"

She went quiet after we had our share of laughs, and from the way she was playing with my bra and the look full of lust it was obvious what she wanted. I ran my hand along her leg and said, "What are you waiting for?" She bit at her lip which was really sexy, before she slipped her hand underneath me. I met her lips halfway there as I felt my bra slacken and fall off. It's support was quickly replaced by Jenn's gentle touch. I let out a moan into our kiss. She tried to pull away, but I wasn't having that and pulled her back. While she kneaded my breasts, one of my hands shot up to her bra strap, and the other happily stroked at her lower back. It wasn't long after I undid her bra that she began to let out moans of her own. I rose up a knee and she didn't hesitate to use it to rub herself on.

"Let's get these off," I mumbled into her lips, tugging her last shred of clothes down her legs. To say she was wet was an understatement, but that could also be said if I said it aroused me a little. However, before I could slide my hands back up, she slipped her hand into my panties.

"My turn," she teased, pressing her lips to mine again. I submitted... for now.

Last Night

Do I say ‘score?’ I mean look at this babe I caught! Sure she may have had a few to drink, but I mean she’s hot! Really hot! However, she had this brother who was not so accepting of me kissing her. She layed him flat on his ass with one kick to the balls and dragged me off to some hotel. When I woke up, I expected myself to be alone; however, when I turned to the left, I was face to face with the dirty blonde.

“Morning,” she purred, captivating me once again. My eyes traced her partially exposed body and the previous night came back to me, bringing a smile to my face.

“Morning,” I returned. I decided to let my sight rest on her lips. I followed the smeared lipstick down the her jar where there were three hickies trailing down to her collarbone. I let my mind wander the memory of her breasts in my hands, and hers on my own breasts.

The sound of a phone ringing tore me from my thoughts as she leaned out of the covers, exposing her perky breasts. She tossed me my phone and I answered.

“How’s Friday sound?” her voice whispers into my ear through the phone. I glance backwards and smile.

“Yeah, Friday works.”

Squeeze

"Go ahead and feel them," she said, puffing out her chest. I hesitantly stretched out my hands before stopping a little before. She, however, steps closer. I let out a yelp, but I don't remove my hands. "See they're real. I'm just wearing a pushup bra." This is when I was supposed to remove my hands, but instead I continue to grope her chest.

"They're so soft..." I mumble. She's quiet, so I glance up away from her breasts. I was not expecting her face to be blushing. I quickly retracted my hands.

"You don't have to stop..." she says just above a whisper. I find my hands clenching onto her breasts again. She let's out a moan, and I start feeling aroused myself. Not as much as when I felt her hands snake up my sides and stop at my own, smaller, breasts. "They're the perfect size." She begins to play with them, and I can't suppress my own moan. Her expression had changed from the last time I looked at it. She now looked... wanting. She released one of my breasts to pull my head towards hers, leading into a kissing session only broken apart by our need to breath. She pulled me, by the hem of my shirt, to her bed. We both collapsed downwards, taking nary a second to continue.

She pulled away. "Tonight, you're mine," she purred and went back in.

This one contains a few spelling mistakes, but otherwise is pretty good (IMO). I hope you enjoy! Also, IT's a GIF!

Ex-Boyfriend (Mature Content)

So my boy- ex-boyfriend decided he wanted a threesome. I’ll admit I had maybe a few beers and I wasn’t thinking right, so I agreed. Well... We never made it that far. With him that is. He wanted us to start by ourselves, and he’d join in. That changed with the first kiss. At first I thought it was the booze, but I have never had a kiss do so much to me! It started soft, but she became feisty. My ex? He was shocked, but not as much as when we kicked his ass out. He banged on the door for several minutes before he cursed us both out and left.

That kiss was not all we did. Her fingers caressing my sides sent icy hot chills through my body. Then she slipped her fingers under my blue shirt to find I wasn't wearing a bra. She stopped and gave me this mischievous look, but she sent her fingers to work. I couldn't stop the moan from releasing when her hands began to play with my nipples. She was amazing and was doing this all while glued to my face. Only did she pull away to strip us of our clothes before reattaching ourselves.  That night I truly learned what it was like to love another woman.

I know it really isn't ALL that adult or anything but it is a step forward! Of course I would love to hear from some of the people who drop by!

Bully

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Holding Hands

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Comfort

I'm not sure if I want to do NSFW, though I might change my mind later.

Kissing Booth

I know I don't have very many posted, three at the moment, but I would love to hear any feedback. I also do like suggestions, having a picture would be amazing too!

Miranda was hesitant about the booth, but her friends convinced her. What could go wrong? Well they forgot to mention that they invited Jackie, a tomboyish girl known for being a lesbian. So when Miranda looked forward and noticed that Jackie was three people down she panicked, leaving the next two customers dissatisfied. Then it was Jackie's turn. Nervous, she took a drink from her water bottle.

"You ready?" she managed to say after putting down the bottle.

Jackie said nothing, but pulled her forward into a kiss. The softness of her lips surprised Miranda, and she could feel herself drawn in. When Jackie went to pull away, she quickly pulled back in.

None of the other customers were too upset that she spent the rest of the night with Jackie.

Pre-Game Show

Being one of the top ten party schools had it's pluses. That meant as long as there was football, beer, and girls you'd have a good time. This rule didn't just stand for guys. Jenny, on the left, was very popular for how free she interacted with her girlfriend, Alex. Sure it unsettled a few of the girls, but as much as Jenny joked about fondling them, she was very loyal to her girlfriend. The guys, on the other hand, hooted and hollered every time they had one of their public displays. Needless to say, the guys were enjoying the pre-game show.

Molly's Party

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Molly had never been to a party before. When her friend Jake invited her, she hesitated, but he pressured her to come. Had she known how much the alcohol would affect her, she wouldn't have touched the stuff. Still everything was going fine till Jake pulled a bottle out and shouted something about "Spin the Bottle."

Intoxicated, she agreed to play along, not knowing anything about the game. The bottle spun and spun landing on person after person. An hour later, it was finally her turn to spin, and most of the players had passed out. Still, she spun. The bottle slowed and pointed at another girl.

Normally, her mind would have screamed about it being wrong, but her thoughts were too clouded by the alcohol. She put her hands on the other girls face and pulled her forward, delving into a deep kiss. The feeling was better than when she would kiss her ex.

When she wakes up tomorrow, she might be a little surprised. However, she'll at least know why she'd always paid her girl friends more attention then her boyfriends.