GENRE: Lesbian Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 3,335 words
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When Bridget's date with John ends on a sour note, she's left to her own devices. Horny and unsatisfied, she takes matters into her own hands, but while masturbating in her bedroom, she sees someone outside her window watching.

It's her roommate, Vanessa. What started out as an evening alone soon turns into girls' night in when their girlfriend Marcia joins in the fun.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

I rolled onto my side, squeezing my legs together, my clit throbbing madly. My naked body was covered in perspiration, feeling more alive than I’d ever thought possible. I was confused. I wondered if this was why I couldn’t go any further with John. Was it Vanessa I desired? Her hands on my body, touching, feeling, exploring. Her mouth kissing me, her tongue licking every part of me. It all fell into place and, now I knew she wanted me too, I decided to surprise her but I’d wait until she was asleep in her own bed.

An hour later I crept into her room when I knew she was sleeping. I was excited and naked, trying hard not to giggle as I slipped in beside her. I felt my way across her body as she lay on her side. I hitched up her nightie and ran my hands over her bum. It all felt so natural. She murmured and rolled over toward me. My mouth descended upon her own and my hand found its way into her panties.

She fought me for a second, then opened her legs. I quickly pulled her panties down and, in my haste, I accidentally tore her skimpy nightie before peeling it off her. My hand found its way between her thighs and I nipped at the soft flesh there before roaming over her slit.

“Oh, God, that’s fabulous,” she said.

“Oh, Vanessa,” I said. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that.”

She flipped on her bedside light and I could see how magnificent her body really was. I’d occasionally seen her naked, in and out of the bathroom, but had never really studied her before.

“What happened with John?” she asked, running her hands over my nipples before cupping a breast.

As if she didn’t know. I decided to keep her spying a secret. It turned me on thinking about her watching me.

“I just wasn’t ready. I don’t know, he just doesn’t do it for me."