Best Lesbian Erotica 2014

WHO AT MY DOOR IS STANDING Sam Tweed

Slowly the orange light made its way through the windowpane. Jonah squinted, and reached out for the kitchen table and knocked into a flask of whiskey: silver with a brown leather body. Hungover, she wiped her eyes and leaned back in her armchair. Her thighs felt tight in her thick cutoff jeans. Summer traffic in Brooklyn honked and beeped by her window. A sense of urgency and calm mixed with the consistent swivel of the ceiling fan.

She walked over to the window and pulled open the sash, her arms curling and bulging as the window let out a loud shriek. Jonah was relatively muscular, and had tattoos on her inner arms and back. She lifted her sleeveless Harley-Davidson shirt up to itch under her binder and leaned her head out the window. The doorbell rang.

“Who is it?”

“It’s your neighbor.”

Jonah couldn’t see a face through the peephole, just a well-defined chin, but her stomach dropped like she was at the top of a roller coaster at the sound of the stranger’s voice, deep and smooth. She unlocked the door, swung it open and nodded.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Their eyes met and a smile crept over Jonah’s face.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you; I’m Ryley.”

Jonah surveyed Ryley’s body. She was a bit taller than Jonah, and was dressed like a greaser from the ’50s, in a T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and short hair. There was some paint on her arm. One curl of hair sat on her forehead. She had clearly been sweating and didn’t seem to be dressed ironically.

“So yeah, um… I just moved in next door and wanted to introduce myself, since we’re neighbors now.”

Jonah noticed a slight accent in Ryley’s voice. She couldn’t quite place it. “Yeah, do you want to come in? Have a beer or something?”

Ryley furrowed her brow and smiled. “Isn’t it early for that?”

Jonah nodded and stood still.

“Water would be great.”

They entered the house and Jonah motioned to the couch, and Ryley tentatively sat down.

‘Where do you come from?’ Jonah yelled from the kitchen.

“Originally? Or do you mean where I moved from to here?”

“Um… I don’t know… both? Either?” Jonah walked in with two glasses of water and plopped down next to Ryley.

“Oh, well I’m originally from Lebanon,” Ryley told her. “But I just moved here from Memphis.”

Their eyes locked, and Jonah put her head back. She didn’t usually invite strangers in, but for some reason, this felt oddly comfortable. Maybe the whiskey from the night before was still having an effect.

“Memphis, huh? Johnny Cash is like my favorite singer. You sing?”

“No,” Ryley smiled. “Not everyone from Memphis sounds like Johnny Cash.”

Jonah stood up to get a record. “I just know you have a deep sexy voice,” she said, and felt her face flush. Ryley just looked down, embarrassed.

Jonah fumbled for the record and bent over the player, carefully placing the needle. She looked back and noticed Ryley was cupping her glass, and staring right at her ass. She looked away and they both laughed, Jonah a little nervously. Ryley’s eyes cut right through her, and urges rushed through her. She felt herself getting wet and was almost alarmed. She had never been this aroused by anyone just looking at her. Jonah was surprised at Ryley’s intensity that seemed to have suddenly switched on.

“I like this record,” Ryley said, slowly. She leaned back and put one hand in her pocket. It almost looked like she was going to unbutton her pants, and Jonah’s heart skipped a beat. Jonah swallowed and went to get her flask. Ryley stood up and started walking around, and Jonah noticed the veins in her big hands. She got wetter just looking at Ryley’s hands; they were perfectly formed and strong. Jonah liked it rough and wondered what kind of things Ryley was into. They had known each other for less than an hour, and Jonah was ready to strip naked and wrap Ryley’s arms around her.

Jonah saw Ryley take in her knife collection: there were four big knives on her desk, in fancy leather cases.

“What are these for?”

“Sex mostly,” Jonah said. “And I like how they look.” She stepped closer, so they were standing about a foot apart. They could feel the heat from each other’s bodies.

“I don’t understand how you have sex with these”

Jonah laughed. “I don’t have sex with them, I like my partners to use them on me…”

Ryley kept listening, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Jonah was sure Ryley could tell, even smell, her arousal. Ryley glanced at Jonah’s lips and back up to her eyes.

“What else do you like?”

“I like getting fucked really hard,” Jonah said frankly. Ryley was breathing heavily. Ryley clearly wasn’t used to the way Jonah was talking. Jonah looked straight into Ryley’s eyes, as if daring the other woman to kiss her. Ryley’s face was a mix of arousal and confusion; she pushed her hair out of her eyes and laughed. Jonah stepped back. Ryley put her hand in her pocket and turned.

“I should probably go back to my apartment… to unpack…”

“Yeah, okay, well thanks for stopping by. It was great to meet you.”

Ryley shook Jonah’s hand; she had a strong grip and it hurt a little. She walked to the door, then turned back to Jonah.

“I noticed your faucet was leaking, I can fix that sometime if you want. I’m pretty good with my hands.”

Jonah huffed a yes-ish word and closed the door, rolling her eyes.

Frustrated, she grabbed a knife. She threw it on her bed and stood in front of it, taking off her shirt and shorts, and then her binder; she left her briefs on. She crawled on the bed and lay flat. She took the cover off of the large knife and breathed in. As the knife lay on her chest, she reached underneath her briefs, surprised to find her vulva was slippery and wet. She grazed her fingers over her swollen clit and started rubbing it in circles. Her entire body felt tingly and she ran the tip of the knife over her erect nipples. She dug in harder with the knife under her rib cage, scraping into her skin, letting a couple drops of blood slide across her stomach, then making a line across down to her hip bone. She breathed out, rubbed her clit harder and slipped two fingers inside of herself, as deep as she could go.

She dropped the knife, pulled her fingers out and added a third, moving them in and out, massaging her G-spot, building intensity. She spread her inner lips apart with her free hand, and squeezed her clit, closing her legs and rolling over onto her stomach. The cut on her stomach burned as it rubbed on the blanket, and she thrust her hips into the bed. She rubbed her lower abdomen and felt it in her G-spot. She thought about Ryley fucking her from behind, gazing at her ass and slapping it calmly. She let out a loud moan and thrust into the mattress, harder and harder, until she felt her insides contract and cum poured out of her. She lay back and grabbed a joint next to her bed. She lit it and took a big puff, exhaling smoke rings around her limp, bleeding body. She might have fallen asleep. Sometime later her phone rang, and she picked up.

“Jo, you coming to Tiffany’s birthday party?”

“Uhm, yes. What time?”

“We’re all here, so… now.”

“Oh shit, yeah, I’ll be there in a bit.” Jonah rushed to clean herself up and hopped in the shower. She put on her shorts, binder and a striped blue button-down with a black tie. She grabbed her wallet and ran out the door, the thought of Ryley still lingering in her head.

When she got to the party, music boomed from inside and wafted out of the front door as it opened.

The birthday girl, Tiffany, greeted her at the door; she was a petite woman with an asymmetrical haircut, the hair on one side was completely shaven and on the other falling down to her shoulder. She was wearing a small dress and sneakers.

“JONAH BABY!” She jumped up for a hug and Jonah lifted her, laughing.

“Happy thirtieth birthday! Sorry I’m late.”

They walked into the party and Jonah said hello to her friends. Then she heard a now-familiar voice. It was Ryley, wearing a leather jacket, holding a box of cigars with a ribbon around it, greeting their hostess.

“Happy birthday,” she said in that sexy, raspy voice. Tiffany jokingly swooned and put her hand on Ryley’s chest, kissing her on the cheek. “You have to meet my best friend! Jo, where are you?”

Ryley looked up at Jonah and smiled, seemingly pleasantly surprised. Jonah smiled back.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Nice to see you again.”

Tiffany looked confused. “You know each other?”

“Jonah is my new neighbor,” Ryley told her. “I stopped by this morning to introduce myself.” Tiffany got distracted by another friend arriving and waltzed away, leaving Jonah and Ryley alone.

“Can I get you a drink?” Jonah asked. Ryley nodded. They walked into the kitchen.

“Bizarre, huh?” Ryley said, giving Jonah a friendly slap on the back.

“How do you know Tiffany?” Jonah asked. “She’s been my friend since like fifth grade.”

“We met at a bar when I first got into town; she’s great, such a free spirit,” Ryley said with a sweet smile.

They spent the night talking and laughing, and Jonah desperately wanted to kiss her. She didn’t really have an opportunity, since the room was full of people. So she listened, while Ryley told her about growing up in Lebanon and moving to Memphis, and they drank whiskey and shared stories about their families. Ryley kept pushing the hair out of her eyes, and every time she smiled, Jonah felt a throbbing in her pants. Ryley seemed both nervous and laid back at the same time, laughing at stories Jonah told and fiddling with her hands.

As Ryley took a sip of beer, their legs touched. They were both wearing cutoffs so their skin rubbed, and Jonah looked down at Ryley’s leg. They both sat paralyzed, and Jonah put her hand on Ryley’s thigh. Ryley looked straight at Jonah and bit her lip. She couldn’t wait any longer, and motioned to the stairs. Ryley followed Jonah’s lead up the short flight.

Tiffany’s room was empty. They giggled as they shut the door. Jonah locked the door and felt Ryley’s large hands wrap around her waist. Jonah pulled Ryley’s face into hers, and their lips met. Jonah had never been so turned on by a kiss; she felt herself get wetter and pushed her hips into Ryley so that their bodies were flat against each other. Ryley smiled and pulled her face away. She ran her fingers through the back of Jonah’s hair, getting a firm grip, and then yanked her head back,

“So you like it hard, huh?”

Jonah flushed and nodded, “Yes, please!”

Ryley kissed Jonah again and lifted her up against the wall with ease. Squeezing her ass, she started sucking on Jonah’s neck. Jonah moaned and pushed her hips out, wrapping her legs tightly around Ryley’s waist. She pulled Ryley by the shirt to kiss her, and Ryley pushed herself between Jonah’s legs.

“Can I take these off?” Ryley whispered, nibbling on Jonah’s ear and pulling on her shorts. Jonah nodded.

Ryley led her to the couch and then got on her knees and removed Jonah’s shorts and briefs. Jonah noticed Ryleys nipples were poking through her shirt; she wasn’t wearing a bra but definitely wasn’t flat chested. Ryley noticed her staring and stood up.

“Take that off,” Jonah said. Ryley removed her shirt, messing up her hair a bit and revealing her chest. Jonah reached out to touch her breasts and took Ryley’s brown nipple into her mouth, sucking and then biting, glancing up at Ryley, who was moaning. Ryley pulled Jonah up and put her back on the couch, getting in between her legs and pushing them wide open. Ryley kissed her inner thigh, making her squirm with anticipation. She hovered her mouth over Jonah’s clit for a second and then opened her mouth, taking it in. She sucked on Jonah’s clit softly and moved her tongue down, licking around her opening and back up to her clit. Jonah grabbed Ryley’s head and pushed her farther inside. Ryley started fucking Jonah with her tongue, deep inside.

“Holy fuck!” Jonah said, almost laughing.

Ryley kept licking her clit until it was swollen and red, and then she sat back and looked at it, slowly massaging it with her thumb, keeping two fingers inside. She put another finger in. She looked into Jonah’s eyes and put another finger in, and then her entire hand. Jonah gripped the couch and leaned her head back, pushing her body into Ryley’s hand so she could take her whole fist.

Ryley started fucking her harder, getting more wet herself. Jonah lifted Ryley’s hand up to slap her, and Ryley smiled and put her other hand on her face, rubbing her cheek as a warning, then slapping Jonah across the face. Ryley fucked Jonah until she came hard around her fist. Then Ryley stood up, taking her pants off as Jonah watched.

She wrapped her legs around Jonah and Jonah stared up at her, smiling. They kissed and Ryley gyrated her hips on Jonah’s leg. Jonah’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt heat and wetness radiating from Ryley’s pussy. She started riding Jonah harder and closer. Jonah grabbed on. She slapped Ryley’s ass. Ryley pushed her hands off and held them down, then started grinding her body faster into Jonah. Jonah watched her strong body move steadily.

Ryley was already turned on from fucking Jonah, so it didn’t take her long to cum. She rode Jonah harder and slowly, and brought her face close to Jonah’s, breathing heavily.

Jonah breathed with her, pleading with her, “Please cum on me,” she whispered. Ryley’s body arched back and Jonah felt her contract, amazed as wetness covered her. They kissed and sat there in silence for a second. Ryley rolled off and sat down next to Jonah, running her hands through her hair to get it out of her face.

“That was… um… great,” Jonah managed. “Thank you.”

“Uh, yeah… thank you.”

They laughed and Jonah shook her head and kissed Ryley again.

“Want to go for a walk?” Ryley asked, as she started to get dressed.

“Yeah,” Jonah replied as she searched for her clothes.

They walked to the park as the dawn started to break, and somehow they seemed more shy with each other than before. Jonah kicked a pebble on the street, and Ryley smiled at her.

“I’m glad I met you,” she said, pulling Jonah in roughly for a hug that messed up Ryley’s own hair. Jonah smiled, and fixed it for her.