Чарли Андерс: Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

Melanie pushed Spike face down onto the settee so that she was in the same position Melanie had been in only moments before. Melanie leaned right up against Spike and made fucking motions. Spike thrust her ass upward repeatedly, mimicking getting fucked.

Forcing myself to look away for just a moment, I scanned the room. The butches in the audience looked stricken, their eyes either incredulously watching Spike or fixed on their drinks, horrified, as if Spike were ripping a window into their souls that everyone could see into.

Femmes, on the other hand, were practically swooning. A hot, gorgeous, aggressive butch who was not afraid to flip: it was irresistible.

When Melanie pulled away, Spike stood up, grinning lewdly at the audience—there was no shame in enjoying a good fuck. She pushed Melanie back. No, no matter how hot you are, I deserve better than you, she was saying.

Melanie disappeared off the stage. Spike stepped into her pants and slid them up, slowly, deliciously pulling up the zipper. One by one, she donned the items of clothing. Who knew that a woman getting dressed could be just as hot and erotic and a woman undressing?

As the song approached its last notes, Spike picked up her hat and walked to center stage. Standing tall, she ran a hand through her hair and used both hands to place the hat on her head. Then, bolting her body to full attention, she saluted the audience, spun on her heels, and marched off the stage.

Oh, my little soldier girl. Don’t go.

Many in the audience saluted back, in awe of her amazing performance. The clapping and cheering made me realize I was not alone in the room and I was dragged back down to earth.

“Well?” Tamara asked, amusement covering her face.

My cheeks heated at the thought of facing her. My arousal was so strong, I was afraid to move, afraid that the slightest brush of my thighs would rip an orgasm from me right where I stood in front of my friend. Swallowing hard, I squeaked, “That was hot.”

The evening had turned into something unexpected. But now that I had been exposed to the highlight, the night seemed empty, void of anything meaningful or pleasurable. I drank a Long Island iced tea, hoping the mixture of alcohol would bring back a semblance of something alive. My senses were so heightened, every movement from the people around me; every aroma of sweat, beer, and perfume; every flash of light energized me. Yet, my disappointment was profound. I wanted to feel that raw animal passion I’d experienced just a short while ago.

The music had changed over to more radio-style stuff and I closed my eyes, swaying to it against the wall, remembering how I’d loved dancing once. It seemed so long ago.

“Would you like to dance?” a low voice murmured in my ear.

Startled, I turned to see Spike right next to me. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to me. Not wanting to look like an idiot character in a movie, I shifted my eyes to look around me. She was most definitely speaking to me.

Instead of a uniform, she had on a black bowling shirt, hung loosely around black jeans. She still wore the combat boots. A comb had gone through her shiny black hair and the sweat had been patted off her still-flushed face. Her eyes sparkled with adrenaline and her breath smelled faintly of toothpaste.

“Uh… okay.” Oh, that was smooth . Had it been so long since someone had come on to me that I didn’t know how to respond? But this wasn’t just someone. This was the hot, handsome butch who had shown exactly what she was capable of up on that stage. My soldier girl. Taking my hand, she led me to the dance floor.

All eyes were on us as people craned their heads to see who Spike had chosen to dance with. Cinderella I ain’t, but for a song or two, I would enjoy being the envy of all the femmes at the dyke ball.

Spike took me to the center of the dance floor, turned, and put her hands on my hips. She might as well have stuck them down my panties for the way they set me on fire. The music was pulsating, and so was I. We danced like that for a moment as I shyly ran my hands up her arms and rested them on her shoulders. Little by little, she pulled me closer until our bodies were right up against each other. This has to be a dream .

She managed to get one hard thigh between my legs. My hands moved down her shoulder blades and her hands had moved to my ass. My breathing was quick and the feel of her lips on my neck was like having a branding iron applied to my skin.

I wasn’t quite sure how it was all happening but I wasn’t going to fight it. I didn’t care who was watching or what anyone thought. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before but inside, I felt as if it was meant to be.

Then, she was kissing me. It was soft at first, but it quickly turned hot, deep, and furious. I was so open for her that I could have swallowed her tongue and her right along with it in one swift slurp. My hand slipped down her front. It took all my frustrated will to avoid her breasts but I knew that some butches would not tolerate their breasts being fondled in public and I didn’t want to piss her off. My hand went down to her pants and I rubbed the bulge in her front. I could feel the smile on her lips.

When her lips left mine, I found that I was breathless. I didn’t realize that I had stopped breathing until that moment.

“Come with me,” she said in my ear in a heavy whisper that made me weak.

With my hand in hers, Spike took me to a staircase that led to an upper floor. At the landing was a room. It was small, with a cot in one corner, a dressing table in another, and a chair. A dimly lit lamp sat on the table.

“What is this room?” I asked.

“The performers come up here to lie down, take a nap…” She paused and looked at me. “Fuck.”

The memory of the way she had thrust her hips with such fluidity, such natural skill, was making me dizzy and too wet for comfort. Her move was quick and she was on me like lightning. With my back against the wall, she kissed me again. I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone, but now with the prospect of actual sex with her looming, I got nervous. What was making me nervous? Sex with a stranger? My reputation? Really, it was about my own skills. Lanie and I had been together so long that we had come to know each other perfectly. No worries about what the other liked and whether “it” was right. This person was new and unknown territory. Would I be good enough?

I tensed up and Spike pulled away. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, I… um…” I had no words. None that wouldn’t make me sound like a complete asshole. So, I took the self-deprecating route. “I just was wondering… why me? You could have anyone out there.”

Her left hand rested on the wall next to my head. “I saw you when I was dancing. You’re beautiful. And hot.” The words stunned me and I could only stare back into the hazel eyes that were making me squirm. Her other hand went up to the wall and I was enclosed inside her arms. Slowly, she leaned in to kiss me and I was floating in a pool of flames. Running my hand through her hair made her moan and it shifted her into high gear. Her arms wrapped around me, her tongue probed me, and her legs moved me to the cot.

She laid me down with such smoothness, I couldn’t help but smile. My blouse came unbuttoned and my pants were off in seconds. Her fingers dove between my legs and Spike groaned when she felt my wetness. Two fingers slipped inside me and I was in ecstasy as I felt them slide in and out.

Wasting no time, she pulled the dildo from her pants and began fucking me with it, slowly at first, then fast and hard until my head was in danger of smashing into the plaster wall. I tried slipping my hand down her pants but she pushed it away. What was it with these butches? Let me touch you, goddammit!