Best Lesbian Erotica 2012

HOT YOGA Anne Grip

The buzz in her pocket sent Natalie’s hopes sky high. Please be Dex, she thought—the same wish she made any time a text came through.

1:17PM Dex: wanna come 2 yoga 2nite???

Ugh. No way. Dex was always going on about her awesome queer yoga class and how much energy it gave her and how great the community was and blah blah blah. Yoga? On a Friday night? She rolled her eyes, thinking of the wholesome types that would be there and how her scrawny programmer ass would not fit in. She had to put a stop to this.

1:19PM Natalie: fuck downward dog! i wanna do the new queer sex party!!!

1:20PM Dex: cmon-yoga 1st! i told u my teacher=sex on a mat.

1:22PM Natalie: uhhhh. u kno yoga is cringe 4 me.

1:23PM Dex: veggie burgers on me after? then we hit party, k?

Natalie set the phone down and ran her hands through the fine dark hair that flopped over her face, the curtain she kept between herself and the world, so she could avoid eye contact. She had been on edge for weeks, ever since Dex mentioned that Consummate, a pansexual sex party for queers, was starting up at a sex club in Hell’s Kitchen. And unlike the first sex party that Dex had taken her to, this one required that participants wear only underwear.

Her phone skittered across the desk with a loud buzz.

1:31 PM Dex: k???

There was only one thing that could drag her ass to yoga. She looked at the icon of Dex mugging for the camera and smiled.

1:32PM Natalie: k. c u there ;)

Shit! Now she had to go to yoga. Dex was like a magnet that drew her out into the world. Nat had crushed on her the instant they met at the Linux User Group in November: another brown queer geek in a room full of cis boy nerds. She loved their late-night Skypes deconstructing the various incarnations of “Doctor Who” or the uselessness of identity politics in growing up biracial, but what kept her up even later was the thought of sliding her hands under Dex’s sweater vest to touch the warm flesh underneath. She was just never sure how mutual it was. Mutual enough to make out twice now, yeah, okay, but she knew Dex went out and had casual hookups from sex parties and off Craigslist. But not with her. Not yet. That could either be good or bad, but, she hoped, not indifferent.

Dex adjusted her oversized glasses. “So, what did you think of class?”

Natalie finished off a French fry. “Not bad. I didn’t feel totally humiliated.”

“Let me be more specific, what did you think of the carbon-based life forms you shared the class with. Lets start with our fearless leader, Edgar.”

“Okay, he’s ridiculously hot. Why didn’t you tell me?” Natalie had stored many mental images from the ninety-minute class. His broad cheekbones made him look serene; his curly hair, boyish. Natalie had found it hard to hear his instructions, distracted by his immaculately shaped lips. Even as she had admired his T-shirt stretching across his pectorals, she wondered what he would look like without it, or the disappointingly roomy shorts he wore.

“I think actually I have told you that for the past three months,” Dex reminded her.

“So, you’re right. How do you concentrate anyway, with him standing there, looking all radiant?”

Dex sipped her spirulina smoothie. “I find it helps my practice. He seems to regulate my breathing simply by being a specimen of symmetry and balance. Did he give you any assists?”

“Just the one doing triangle pose.” Natalie had felt him come up behind her and mutely nodded yes when he asked, “May I?” His left hand rolled her left hip backward while his right hand kept a constant pressure on her right hip. The slight shift seemed to make energy shoot out of her raised hand—and set off the sensation of a low frequency buzz in her groin. “Good,” he murmured as she held it. She felt sad when he moved on to help the person in front of her, wishing she could give him other things to fix.

“Yeah,” Dex agreed, deadpan as ever, “he’s totally perfected my trikonasana. Some hot queers show up though, huh? Did you see the cute girl in the front row? All pierced up with the short, spiky hair?”

Natalie scrunched her forehead. She had noticed precisely one girl in class: Dex. Even facing forward, she had felt Dex’s presence, like a magnet that never left her with any doubt as to which direction she wanted to turn.

“You are hopeless sometimes,” Dex said with a laugh. “Okay, let’s try again. Did you notice that other guy? Bearded? Kind of like a baby bear?”

“Oh, yeah! He was totally adorable.”

“I figured you would notice the boys. That would be Edgar’s boyfriend,” Dex announced.

“The two of them? Oh, that’s so hot.” They both sat for a moment and slurped the froth at the bottom of their drinks in silent agreement.

“Well, you should have plenty of guys to perv on tonight. This party space is supposed to be amazing: slings, glory holes, showers, the works! Or you can just watch the porn and pretend you’re home.”

Natalie felt her face burn. “So… I like to watch.”

“Oh, I know,” Dex smiled. She pushed back from the table and flexed her arms over her head. “Now that we’re all warmed up, lets head into the city.”

Natalie handed over her cash to the coat check stud, who wore a pair of black boxer briefs as casually as if he were fully dressed. She tried not to gawk at his chiseled abs and wondered why it felt hard to pay the thirty-dollar cover. He gave her a friendly wink. “It’s an underwear party, although you are, of course, encouraged to be naked. You can strip down in that room right there. Here’s your key for the locker.”

“Thanks.” She bent over to reach for her bag, then froze as she realized what was missing. “Oh, fuck. Dex! My other bag—I must have left it at the restaurant!”

“Oh, that sucks.”

Dex parted the curtain and went into the locker room. Natalie followed her in.

“No. You don’t understand. My underwear was in that bag.”

“You’re not wearing underwear?”

“My party underwear,” Natalie emphasized.

“Just wear your cutoff yoga sweats. They’re sort of under-weary. But sketchy. Very American Apparel for flashers.”

Natalie grimaced, unconvinced. “I had these cute new Puma boxer briefs.”

“And they’re back in Brooklyn, so it doesn’t matter. Just go with it,” Dex said.

Natalie stripped hurriedly, wanting to cover up as quickly as possible before anyone else joined them. Bottomless, she slid into her shorts and switched from her T-shirt into a gray A-shirt. She shoved her street clothes in her tiny locker and looked in the full-length mirror. With her Converse sneakers and her jock-y looking outfit, she did look kind of sketchy. Going commando added to her disreputable feeling. She liked the way her shoulders looked: Scrappy. Ready for anything. She looked like someone who was going to be able to walk out of this room and into a party of mostly naked strangers in New York City. Yeah. Totally. She could totally do this. Because there was no reason to panic. Absolutely none. She caught the look in her eyes, hiding behind shaggy bangs. Hopefully nobody would be able to notice her freaking out.

“You like?”

Natalie turned around to see Dex topless in a pair of vivid yellow briefs with purple piping. She stared at the huge bulge jutting sideways from her crotch. Uh, yeah, she liked.

“I had to buy a size large to make room for this,” Dex propped her hand on the obscene package as she checked herself out in the mirror. “I thought it would be welcoming, you know, in a subtle way.”

“Subtle?”

Dex turned to Natalie, grabbed her hand and cupped it on the bulge distending her underwear. “Yeah,” Dex’s mouth came close to one ear. “Sometimes you just want to get to know someone better.”

Natalie felt something pulsing like a drum, probably not the hard sex toy her hand had involuntarily squeezed. Dex’s words, or her breath on Natalie’s neck, had hardened her nipples. Nat swallowed and ran her tongue across her dry lips. “Um, I don’t think we should do this in here.”

“In the changing room of a sex club? Yeah, we should probably tone it down, you’re right,” Dex agreed. Dex pulled on a mesh tank top, dark purple to match the trim on her underwear and her purple-and-yellow high-top Nikes. With one last glance at her reflection she smoothed her carefully shaped Afro and grabbed Natalie’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Dex led them down a hallway toward the rear of the building. Natalie felt her sweat between their mingled hands. They passed a few bodies wandering in the corridors but it was early and no action had started yet. They passed an open cubicle with an empty bed. Dex paused for a moment, considering, but continued on.

“How about here?” Dex asked, stopping them both and backing Natalie into a corner. A tremor passed through Natalie’s body. By the glow of a bare red lightbulb from the corridor behind them, Natalie could see Dex in silhouette, standing close but not touching her. Dex returned her hand to her crotch and rubbed it slowly. “Now don’t freak out if I get a little hard,” she teased.

Nat giggled, then stopped short. Dex had leaned her body forward and Nat felt the oversized hard-on pressing into her pubic bone. She started giggling again as she thought, Definitely subtle. A hand brushed the side of her face in a caress. Nat closed her eyes. Yes, please, she wanted to say, had she been able to talk. The sensations of hardness down below, warm breath near her throat and the first touch of Dex’s lips immobilized her.

She wedged her arms into the rough brick walls on either side, thankful for their solidity. The softness of Dex’s kisses as they traversed her skin made her feel like she was evaporating. She opened her mouth, expectant, eager. Dex ran her tongue along Nat’s lower lip and ended with a small, sharp bite that jolted Nat’s cunt open. Nat grabbed Dex’s shoulder and dug in her fingers.

They made out, alternately teasing and grinding as Natalie followed Dex’s lead. The music had jumped in volume and people in various states of undress started to flow past them. They stayed put, body to body in the corner, feasting on each other’s mouth and skin, letting flesh test weight, muscle tension and release.

Fingers squeezed her nipple and Natalie opened her eyes with a gasp. A cry rang in her ears. Had that been her? She felt all woozy and blurred. It was hard to tell what was inside and what was outside just now. She blinked slowly.

Nat felt a coolness around her body that was new. She opened her eyes and saw that Dex had moved to her side, also leaning against the wall.

“What’s up?”

Dex cocked her head. “Let’s go see what all those noises are.”

Nat couldn’t remember hearing anything above the drum of her pounding heart and the bass of the loud club music somewhere above them but the moment Dex said that, the sounds from the room beyond them registered. There was a loud smack, a louder scream, then a girl’s high-pitched voice: “Thank you, Headmistress!”

“That does sound interesting.”

“Mmm-hmm. Shall we?” Dex gestured gallantly.

Natalie headed down the hall and stepped into the back room. There were two participants in the middle and the walls around them were lined with watchers.

A woman in a shiny black corset and boots up to her thighs traced her fingers across the reddened bottom of a girl bent over a padded bench. “I can’t believe the PE teacher caught you masturbating in the showers again, you little slut. I thought after the fifth time I punished you for this that you would learn. But noooooooooo!”

“I’m sorry, Headmistress!” Smack smack smack rang out, followed by more high-pitched wails from the girl.

Dex whispered, “Remember her? From yoga?”

She did look sort of familiar, although from this direction her main identifying features were the backs of her long legs and the curve of her ass.

The Headmistress picked up a long stick and started whipping it through the air, making a sharp swish with every stroke. “Nobody has ever failed PE at my distinguished learning establishment before. This is an utter disgrace and you are a shameless little whore.” The whistling noise of the switch was followed by a piercing cry as it struck flesh.

Natalie touched her own ass, hearing the scream, thinking how much it must have hurt. She snuck a look at Dex, who was absorbed in the scene, a pucker to her mouth that meant she was amused.

The Headmistress put a hand on her hip and let out an exaggerated sigh. “That will be enough of your fussing, young lady.” She peeled off the girl’s polka-dotted panties and promptly stuffed them in the girl’s mouth. The onlookers erupted in laughter.

Seizing the break in the action, Dex pulled her across the room and they watched from the opposite perspective. Natalie could see the concentration in the Domme’s face with every throw of the whip. The girl’s screams were muted now with the underwear gag in place but she still made full-throated noises as every blow landed. After one strike and the painful response, Natalie was surprised to see that despite all her ado, the girl was grinning, almost laughing.

“She’s eating it up, huh?” Dex said, laughing. The volume in the room had risen and there were conversations on either side of them. “Whoa!” Dex said, grabbing her arm, “guess yoga got everyone hot and bothered tonight.”

Natalie followed her gaze and saw Edgar scoping out the room. He didn’t look any different than he had in class except that he was bare-chested and wearing a snug-fitting pair of white briefs. Seeing his perfection on display, Natalie wanted to laugh. If only all fantasies materialized so quickly. Apparently not finding what he was looking for, he left the room.

Dex grabbed Natalie’s hand and they followed him out. Dex led her into the maze. There were partitions, with strategic openings at eye and waist level every few feet. They passed by lookers with their faces pressed close to the walls and by open holes that Dex and Nat also looked into, searching for their quarry. They made sure to share any hot sights with each other, bodies huddled close in the narrow space. They passed by scene after scene in the little nooks. Fucking, check. Sucking, check. Fisting, check. Spanking, check. But no Edgar.

Dex looked through another peephole and grabbed Nat’s arm. “What?” She moved aside and Natalie peered through the hole. Edgar and his hot bear boyfriend, wearing only a jock, were making out. They stood in an open area, alone for the moment, under a bright yellow light. The bear’s back was covered in dark curly hair. Edgar’s hands gripped his bare bottom, also furry, kneading his buttcheeks. His arms circled his lover, with one hand on Edgar’s parabolically curved ass and the other groping his cock through his white underwear.

She thought about relinquishing the view but she felt possessive. They were so beautiful, so unimaginably hot that her breath fought to get around a lump in her throat. She felt a throbbing centered in her groin and pulsing up her gut, almost painful as it built upward.

And then her breath stopped altogether. The bear crouched to his knees and took his boyfriend’s cock out of his underwear. She felt her mouth go dry. He stroked the cock slowly, looking up. Edgar rested his hand on his boyfriend’s head. She felt the camera in her head take a snapshot. That’s what true love looks like, she told herself.

Baby Bear (as Nat had taken to thinking of him) removed a condom stashed in his sock and rolled it onto Edgar’s engorged prick. He paused for a moment with his hand circling the shaft, his head tilted to the side, lips slightly open. Natalie felt herself start to rock back and forth. She wanted it so bad. As he took the cock in his mouth she exhaled with a groan, as if it were her cock that was being serviced.

“Oh, yeah!” she heard Dex rasp, and looked down to her right where Dex had found another glory hole that she was crouching to see through. She grinned, happy to see that Dex was also watching the show, but snapped her attention back to the blow job. This was so much better than porn. It was real. She was so riveted by the sight she didn’t want to blink her eyes. Her body synched up with the rhythm of Baby Bear’s head, rocking back and forth in time as he took the cock even deeper into his mouth.

“That’s it, keep watching, I know you’re not going to share that view. Go ahead, keep looking. Watch him getting sucked off.” Dex’s body pressed against Nat from behind; Dex’s mouth was at Nat’s ear and a hand slid between her legs and put firm pressure right on her clit.

Natalie felt trapped in the proverbial looking glass. The cocksucking scene had drawn a crowd. She saw that some of the voyeurs lining the walls were stroking their dicks as well, some with full erections. Edgar stood in the middle, an angel in ecstasy as he flexed his body, arching his back, his lips open. Dex kept her pressed flush against the wall, giving her no choice but to watch. She had been turned on before, but now she felt like she was on some kind of drug; a drug that put all the feeling in her cunt while everything else went numb.

Dex moved her body away and started squeezing Nat’s ass, first one side then the other. Nat pushed away from the wall, bending back into the sensation, yielding to the hands that worked her with firm intent. She felt like she had been opened up and her cunt throbbed, waiting. Everywhere Dex touched her made her whimper.

“You’re really hot when you let go, Nat.”

Let go? She was gone. Dex’s hand slid in between her legs and grabbed the tender part of her inner thigh. This time her moan was long and low. Her urgency made Dex work faster, yanking her shorts down to the floor in two quick jerks.

“You remember what I brought?”

“Yeah.” She felt the fat head of Dex’s torpedo cock brush down the cleft of her ass and press forward against her cunt lips. Hands braced against the wall, she looked up and saw the orgy of cocksucking in the next room as the spectators were no longer content to just watch the two men joined in the middle; hands, mouths and pricks were combined in every direction.

A large wet protuberance began to push inside her as Dex’s slippery hand grasped her hip for leverage. She spread her feet wider and pushed back to meet the penetration.

Dex was in charge. She wouldn’t give it to Nat all at once, even though that’s what she desperately wanted. Natalie yearned to be filled with that massive rod, fucked all the way through with it. But instead, there was a steady rhythm; it felt like Dex was only feeding her the head. She knew there was more. She wanted more. She tried to push back farther but Dex had seized her hips with both hands now and kept her right on that edge.

“Please, please, Dex, please! Please fuck me! Please!” Her cunt, so desperate to be filled; her clit pulsing and ready to explode; everything in her begged for more. “Oh, yeah! Oh, yes. God, yes!” Dex, still moving with the slow grind, drove the cock all the way into her. It felt like a punch deep inside as the battering ram hit her cervix. A firm grip yanked her shoulders back, the force removing her hands from the wall and bringing them down to the floor. Now her ass was the apex of her body and she stretched tautly in three directions at once to keep Dex’s cockhead from slipping out.

The next thrust was so deep it made her scream. Or sing. Or cry. Tears poured down her face. Or snot. Or lube. Or come. Wave after wave of sensation buffeted her yet she remained in place, the hinge of her body reaching higher, opening farther. Her cunt convulsed around the huge fucktool that thrust inside her again and again and she began to laugh. She had an epiphany about light turning into matter and she imagined it rolling in her hand like a ball of mercury. She cried out for Dex to please not let her fall, all the while holding her body in this sublime pose that fed her cunt so fully as Dex dove into her from above.

The spasms that wracked her body slowed, then stopped. She was upside down. Dex pulled her upright and wrapped her arms around her body so she couldn’t possibly fall. Dex turned her around and they kissed again and it was salty wet. She stroked Dex’s hair, her neck, and grasped the strength of her shoulders. Natalie felt shy to be face-to-face with the echoes of her voraciousness still vibrating in the air. She inhaled to capture the scent of their skin together.

“I like the way you scream.”

Nat didn’t remember screaming. She couldn’t talk. She stroked the length of her friend’s arm and touched Dex’s fingers. In a rush she remembered the end of yoga, after the straining and the trembling and the panting and the agony was all done and Edgar as their beatific conductor had them lie back on their mats in corpse pose while everything in their bodies and minds was invited to settle into the ground. She had sprawled her legs open and exposed her palms to the sky, brushing Dex’s hand to her right. She’d moved a smidge away and had felt warmth spread across her body when Dex’s hand had followed hers, moving a smidge right back against her hand and she lay motionless, feeling connected to everything.

“So…” Dex whispered seductively in her ear, “want to go to yoga with me next week?”

They collapsed into each other’s arms, shaking with laughter.