Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

AMY’S FIRST LESSON Dani M.

She’s not much more than twenty-five, was the first thought I had as I sat in my morning English lit class. The new substitute tutor had just rushed in, heels clipping, striding confidently, crisp shirt nudging against soft bronzed skin. She greeted our small group of about twelve with a somewhat sharp smile.

“Good morning to you all,” she announced. “I am Karin, and I am taking over this module for the foreseeable. I look forward to working with you all over the next semester.”

She scanned the room as she spoke, her words carefully chosen, her eyes making contact with each student.

She’s gaining authority, claiming the upper hand, I thought, and I was intrigued. Powerful women always seem to make my pulse quicken, and I found myself really wanting her to look at me.

As she spoke, I watched her appreciatively. Her fine features were framed by long black hair that crept down her back. Every now and again, she brushed it out of her face with her hand. On the way down to her hip, her hand would once or twice touch her own neck and go under her collar. She may have noticed me reddening in my seat, watching her, wondering if anyone in the room could tell how wet I was getting between my legs.

The discussion continued: we were reading Jane Austen’s Emma. I tried to focus my mind, but it was useless. My nineteen years of pent-up lust for girls ached inside me.

I couldn’t help looking at her breasts, which were small and firm and pressed hard against her shirt as she moved. I could hardly stop imagining how it would feel to open the buttons of that shirt, to press my face into them, to take her into my mouth….

When class was over I was relieved to be able to run away. I’m completely fooling myself that she was looking at me, I told myself sternly. Get a grip! I’d never touched a girl before, let alone slept with one, so there was no way I’d know what the fuck I was doing.

At school, I was always called a lesbian. It doesn’t bother me anymore. Really. My boyish features and short hair, as well as the fact that I’ve never actually been interested in boys probably gave me away. I used to think there was something wrong with me.

Now, lying in the dark, thinking of her just makes me crazy. I run my hands over my neck and feel my own breasts, imagining her hands on me. The ache in my belly gets stronger, and I shamelessly part my legs and rub roughly on my clit, imagining her fingers inside me, until my hips start to move. It doesn’t take long for me to come, hard. Feeling like a wild teenage boy, I roll around onto my stomach and fall into a deep sleep, my legs still soaking.

In class the next day, I can’t even look at her. It’s ridiculous to think that she knows what I did to myself over her last night but I can’t make eye contact. I guess I must look like I don’t want to be here or my attitude is shit, because somewhere in the middle of her talking, she interrupts herself.

“Amy! Amy!”

Fuck, she’s talking to me. “Uh… yeah?” Fuck, I seem like an asshole now.

“Amy, I’ve noticed you’re not paying attention at all today. Am I boring you?”

I feel her hard gaze on me, but I keep my eyes down.

“You know, Amy, I’m disappointed in you. I expected good things, but you’re showing no interest at all.”

Behind me, a couple of bitches that hate me sneer and giggle: “Fucking dyke!”

I turn around and almost spit at them, “Fuck you!” Jesus, I hope she didn’t hear that.

“Amy, that’s it! I’ve had enough of you disrupting my class. Come and see me at the end of the day.” I am dismissed.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I try to think what the fuck I can say to her. In the end, I decide I’ll just manage to apologize. She’ll tell me to do better. I’ll say I will—and the weird thing is, for her, I’ll mean it.

At 3:30, I’m standing outside her room as her last class shuffles out. She’s sitting at her desk. She looks amazing. A white shirt, black skirt, legs crossed and one foot playfully falling in and out of her high heel. This isn’t going to be easy.

“Come in and close the door,” she snaps. “Come here.” She gestures toward the front of her desk. I do as she says. “I didn’t tell you to sit down.”

I feel myself going red. Fuck this. She’s gonna make this hard on me.

“I’m speaking to you, Amy. Why can’t you look me in the eye?”

I don’t answer. I can’t.

“You have a bad attitude don’t you? I think we might have to correct that.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but…” I begin.

“Don’t interrupt me.”

Again I’m silent.

She gets up and walks to the front of the desk where I’m standing. Her face is inches from mine, and I can smell her breath. It’s so sweet, and it makes me dizzy.

“You disrupted my class. I heard you cursing at those girls. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”

My face is burning.

“Look, I’m sorry, Miss. But you don’t know what they were saying.”

“I heard what they said.” Again she moves closer to me. I’m frozen to the spot. I’m close enough to smell her perfume and feel the heat from her. I can’t help looking at her neck, and my eyes travel down her unbuttoned shirt.

“They said you’re a lesbian.”

She’s playing a game with me, and I know it. But I’m powerless against it.

“Yes.”

“Are you a lesbian, Amy?”

I can’t answer her. Nobody’s ever asked me that. And her doing it now is too much to bear.

“Answer me. Are you a lesbian, Amy?”

“Yes.”

All at once, I feel an incredible relief that she has made me say it. I am completely in her power now. Some foreign emotion is rising up inside me, and it’s all I can do not to sob in her face. She walks away from me, leaving me shaking on the spot. At the door of the classroom, she pulls down the blind and turns the key in the lock.

“Have you ever been with a girl, Amy?”

“No.” The word just escapes from my mouth.

“I’ve seen you looking at me, Amy. You’ve imagined having sex with me haven’t you?”

I have to answer.

“Yes.” Fuck, this is killing me.

“You’ve made me look at you, Amy. Made me think after class about your athletic shoulders, your big dark eyes, and your eager hands—your fingers that have yet to fuck a woman.” She curls her own fingers into my shaking hand. “I wouldn’t be a very good teacher if I didn’t give you your first lesson, would I?”

She lifts my hand slowly up to her collar and puts it inside. While she undoes the buttons of her shirt, my hand finds her breast. I’m aching for her now. I grab at both of her breasts, afraid of hurting her, but I squeeze them, and find her nipples rock hard. I need to taste her like I’ve never needed anything before. Freeing one of her nipples from her black silk bra, I put my mouth to it, sucking on it while my own nipples feel sore and strain against my bra.

“That’s it, baby, suck it! Take me into your mouth. Good girl.”

I run my tongue over her nipple soft and then fast, as she moans and arches her back. She pushes me down onto the chair and stands over me. She begins to pull her tight skirt over her hips to reveal black stockings and a black thong.

“Take it off me,” she orders.

I pull down her thong slowly and kiss her thighs, my eyes all the time on her hot shaved pussy.

“You’re going to learn how to suck clit today, Amy.”

She sits on her desk and I pull my chair right up to her as she opens herself and pulls my head between her legs. Parting her soaking lips as she lifts her pussy to my mouth, I find myself teasing her with soft, wet strokes of my tongue. She tastes so fucking good, and I lick harder while she covers her mouth to stifle her moans. As I’m lapping, I watch her sucking on her own fingers. Her hips respond wildly to my mouth working her, and I feel my own clit throbbing as she comes hard on my face. I wrap my mouth around her clit and gently suck her to another orgasm as she pulls my hair and her hips buck and shake.

She pushes me back onto the chair and straddles me, her come dripping onto my legs. I find her sopping-wet hole and push three fingers inside her. She starts rocking on me in time with my hand, and guttural sounds escape from the back of her throat.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers. “That’s it, give me more.”

She’s moving her hips faster, and her pussy stretches easily to fit my fourth finger. My hand is soaking with her juices. I’m lost in the sensation of her pussy, its swollen lips surrounding my hand and pulling more of me into her as she groans with pleasure.

“Give me more,” she pleads. Instinctively, I roll my fist completely into her, and it overwhelms me to feel her pussy completely taking me.

My head spins as something deep inside me makes me push deeper and deeper into her. I know that I could easily come, my clit is so agitated, and the weight of her is pressing it into the chair. My pussy aches for relief as she spills all over my legs in another orgasm. Sinking her teeth into my neck, she rides my fist through another climax, sending her suppressed screams into my shoulder. For a moment, she rests on me, still shaking and rocking back and forth on my fist, which is still inside her.

Finally she climbs off me, her flushed face spreading into a smile.

“Fucking hell, Amy, that was so good! I bet you really need some relief after doing that to me, don’t you?”

I don’t need her to say it twice, and I pull at the fly of my jeans. I’m shaking so hard, but I need her inside me. Every nerve is focused on the deep ache inside my legs. I feel the pulse inside me, and I know I’ve never wanted anything so badly.

“Now, my boyish little baby dyke, you’re about to be fucked hard by a woman. Pull down your jeans.”

I’m confused and I feel drunk with lust.

“Do it, Amy!” I’m powerless to contradict her and I obediently take down my jeans and then my boxers. In a second she turns me around and bends me over her desk, spreading my legs as far as my jeans will allow. She runs her fingers up and down my shaved, soaking pussy, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Do it! Fuck me now, Miss.”

“Say ‘please,’ Amy.”

“Please, Miss—fuck me now.”

Without warning, she pushes her entire fist inside me. I let a sound I don’t recognize escape from my throat as a wave of pain and then pleasure rips through my body.

“Please, Miss,” I manage to get out. “Please don’t stop.” I shamelessly beg her to keep plowing into me. She pulls my hair and forcefully fucks me with thrust after thrust of her fist, covered in my own juices.

Feeling her rolling in and out of me, my emotions become wild and hot tears of release fall down my face. I surrender to my true nature as this woman fucks me senseless, and all I can do is take her and beg for more.

My pussy throbs violently and spits come all over my legs and hers. My orgasm is so hard I feel my legs going, and she holds me up against the desk and fucks the last few splashes of come out of me. Finally, she gently takes her hand out of my pussy and pulls me to the classroom floor.

I stare into her eyes, shocked and spent.

“You can look at me now?” she says. And I find that I can.

“Yes, Miss. Thanks for the lesson.”