Lesbian Erotica
"Red Heat" a sex story by Chris Cohen
Female flesh pressed against female flesh. Delicate teasing fingers grazed over sensitive skin, sliding higher and higher until thighs were parted. “I want those fingers inside me.” The words were poisoned with need and desire. And then, the moment was thrown into disarray. Somebody entered the room. The girls cowered against the bedpost, naked bodies shaking. There was a deafening bang. It was gunshot.
Five weeks earlier, Samantha spent the evening as an unpaid cook, cleaner and waitress. Her step-father had his friends over for the Monday night football game. At just nineteen years of age, the men repulsed her. She tried her best not to engage in conversation, and yet she could feel their eyes on her, watching her every move.
The clock struck twelve, the men staggered out of the house, back to their lonely wives. Samantha washed up the plates and the glasses in the kitchen. She placed the last plate on the draining board and turned for bed. The path was blocked. Her step-father stood in the kitchen doorway, unsteadily leaning to one side, saliva trickling from the side of his mouth.
“Your mother is asleep. It’s just and you and me, Samantha.”
Samantha went to pass, but he lunged at her, his large shovel hands targeting her breasts. Instinct took over and, taking a step back, she kneed the man hard in the groin. The color vanished from his ruddy cheeks as he collapsed in a heap on the kitchen floor. She ran upstairs, straight to the spare room, pulled open the middle drawer and packed the savings tin into a travel bag. She slammed the front door behind her, leaving her stepfather still writhing on the cold tiled floor in the kitchen.
Samantha had no idea where she wanted to go. She just knew that she had to go, and she had to go far. Samantha looked at the departures board at the bus station, scanning for a destination which would take her far away from her current life.
The driver woke Samantha the next morning, told her that it was the last stop. The sun was just beginning to rise. It was the beginning of a new day. She'd been walking for a few hours when she stopped at a gas station. Blisters were forming on the soles of her feet. The station had four pumps, a small courtyard and a tiny shop. The man behind the counter had a friendly face and plump cheeks which broadened when he smiled. Brown, weathered skin suggested that he was in his fifties. The badge said his name was Joe. Samantha pulled out her money and bought a cold cola. A card in the window advertised help wanted. Accommodation could be provided. Samantha knew that she had to overcome her shyness, that she had no choice. She just had to ask the stranger behind the counter about the job.
Samantha talked at a rapid speed. She rambled incoherently. She said that she needed a break. Would work hard, would not let him down. She knew what he saw: desperation. But his face softened into a smile, said that he would try her for a week but that she would only get one chance. She wanted to hug him.
Joe’s daughter, Maxine, worked at the gas station. The men seemed fascinated by her. Her long red hair flowed in a straight line all the way down to her hips. Cute dimples formed in both cheeks when she smiled. She enticed and teased the men in equal measures.
Samantha was sorting stock and stacking shelves in the shop when a young guy entered and asked for a car wash.
Samantha watched through the window. Maxine appeared with a red bucket and a hose. The man stood with his arms folded tight around his barrel chest. It was apparent that his main interest was not getting his car washed, but in watching Maxine wash his car.
Maxine wore the skimpiest of denim shorts, they clung to her long muscled legs, cut just below her buttocks. Her white t-shirt was tied just above her flat midriff. She had a tattoo of a red devil in the center of her lower back, hidden away underneath her flaming red hair. Maxine dipped the sponge into the water, stretched out over the hot car. Her shorts stretched higher up her thighs, revealing the curves of her buttocks. She was putting on a show for the man. A wonderful, alluring show.
Maxine screamed as the man picked up the hose and squirted her hot body with freezing cold water. Her white t-shirt was soaked, the cotton fabric sticking. The outline of her firm youthful breasts was visible. Maxine playfully ordered the man to stop. She held out the palm of her hands in protest. She turned and caught Samantha’s eye. It was just for a millisecond. Heat flowed through Samantha’s body.
Samantha got paid at the end of the week. It felt good to have money in her hand; her own money. Joe was impressed, said that she had done well and worked hard. Samantha decided to venture out to the town, treat herself to a few luxuries.
She tried the clothes on in her bedroom, viewed her reflection in the mirror. There was a knock on the door. She did not turn around. She kept on looking in the mirror.
“Wow, look at you! You look amazing, Sam.” Samantha heard Maxine’s voice, but she did not look at her. She continued staring at her reflection in the mirror.
Maxine moved closer. Samantha could sense her soft, feminine perfume, filling the air right behind her.
“I knew that you had a wonderful body hidden away. And you have let your lovely hair down,” Maxine said, running her hands through the thick, dark locks. “It looks sensational.”
She spun Samantha around with determined hands on her hips. The girls were just inches apart. Samantha was struck by her radiant green eyes.
“You’re going to have all the guys after you now, Sam,” Maxine said.
“I don’t want any guys after me.”
Maxine edged closer. Samantha felt her lips press against her own. She allowed Maxine to take control. She knew no differently. Maxine took her hand and guided her to the bed. Samantha lay down on the crisp white sheets, her head resting against the fluffy pillow. Maxine sat down next to her, eyeing Samantha like a cat next to a bowl of milk. Her lips brushed along Samantha’s neck. A hand grazed her thigh, inside the cream skirt.
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“So smooth, so soft, so beautiful…” Maxine purred, her kisses moving lower, her hand drifting higher. She tugged at the skirt. It moved down the shapely thighs, down to the ankles, kicked off the feet. Samantha wanted to touch Maxine, to explore her beautiful body, but she was frozen with awe, nerves and excitement. Maxine undressed Samantha and then took off her own clothes, right down to her frilly black panties. Samantha sensed dampness seeping through the delicate fabric. Maxine winked and then slipped out of the last remaining garment. Samantha gulped. Maxine’s sex was covered by a thick mound of red hair, and it was glistening from her own excitement. It was the most amazing sight that Samantha had ever seen.
“So sensual, so curvaceous, so delicious,” the words were mesmerizing, hypnotic. “Open your legs for me, baby. I want to taste you.”
Samantha had never been licked before. She had no idea what to expect. All fears were immediately extinguished. Her legs shuddered as Maxine lowered her face and teasingly brushed her tongue over the edges of her sex. She wrapped her calves around Maxine’s neck and pulled her closer, deeper. The tip of her tongue delved inside her hole, probing, penetrating. It located the part of her which was crying out for attention. Oh god, yes, lick me there. Her hands gripped the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white, as Maxine circled her clit. The rhythm was so controlled, so expert. Samantha cried out loud as an orgasm hit her and flowed through her trembling body.
Over the next few days, buoyed by her wonderful experience, Samantha made a concerted effort to come out of her shell. Pay day came again and Samantha went shopping. It was early afternoon when she returned. Her skin was pink and hot from the burning sun. Joe was out at his ten-pin bowling club and Maxine was stretched out on the sofa reading a magazine. She looked pleased to see her. They had talked more and more over the previous weeks, had bonded not just physically but as friends. Samantha had come to realize that Maxine had fears just like everybody else, that she did not always live up to her confident persona. It was comforting.
“Where you been, Sam? Up to no good I bet,” she said teasingly.
“I guess you could say that. I’m just getting changed. Come into my room in ten minutes and maybe you’ll find out.”
“I may just do that.” There was a glint in Maxine’s eyes.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
Maxine opened the door, peered inside. Her jaw dropped like a stone at the sight that greeted her.
“I made a start without you, Maxine.”
Samantha lay on the bed, her knees bent, long dark hair flowing down between her soft breasts. She had a wicked smile on her face. She knew that Maxine was staring, open-mouthed at what lay between her legs. A dildo was pushed deep inside her cunt, and it was glistening with her juices.
“Oh my god, Sam…” was all that Maxine was able to utter, as she knelt down and took the end of the dildo and pushed it in deeper.
“Yes, Maxine, stick it in there hard, please.”
Samantha leaned her head back so that her eyes were facing the ceiling. She was already burning with excitement. Within moments, her mouth was open, she was panting for breath. She dug her fingernails into Maxine’s neck as her body convulsed.
Even after the tremors had subsided, the same wicked smile remained.
“Have you noticed anything in particular about this dildo?” she asked. She pulled on an elastic black strap which was hidden underneath her buttocks, and it snapped back.
“It's a strap-on, Maxine. I’ve been dreaming about this. What it would be like to fuck like a man. I want to bend you over and fuck you senseless, Maxine.”
Maxine stared at her open-mouthed. Then she laughed. “God, Sam, I love it.”
Samantha was possessed with passion. She tore Maxine's clothes from her body. She bent Maxine over the edge of the bed, stood behind her and thrust the dick into her tight little hole. “Oh yes, nice big dick,” Maxine sighed. It was as if the toy was part of Samantha's body.
Samantha slapped Maxine's little pink buttocks until they were red and burning. She spanked and thrust with increasing force until Maxine shouted and shuddered with a violent mixture of pain and pleasure. The girls collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed.
They stayed like that for quite some time. They kissed. They caressed. The sexual tension intensified. “I want those fingers inside me,” Maxine ordered.
And then somebody entered the room. There was gunfire.
They clung together, terrified. Samantha felt like a scared little girl. Her old life had returned in an instant. Her stepfather stood in the doorway. He was blocking the path, just as he had all those weeks before. He had a gun in his hand and a look of contempt on his face.
“So this is where you have been hanging out, with some girl,” he shouted. He pointed the gun at the two of them. “I have come for my money. It’s up to you whether you give it, or if I have to take it from you.”
Samantha jumped off the bed and opened the middle drawer. Her hands were shaking. She gathered the money. There was more than she had taken in the first place.
“Take it, all of it,” she said, a tear trickling down her cheek.
He snatched it from her hand, slowly counted it. His head was bowed. His big greedy eyes opened wide. The gun rested against his leg. He lost concentration. Only for a moment; it was enough. Maxine reached out and took hold of the gun. She pointed it directly at his head.
“Listen,” she screamed, standing on the bed. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I sure as fuck don’t like the look of you! Now you can take that money, but I am going to walk you out of my house and I am going to keep the gun. Now if I ever see you again, I am going to blow that ugly head of yours right off! Is that understood?”
He held up his hands, "please don't shoot me!" Maxine prodded the butt of the gun in his back and marched him out. Samantha stood in the room frozen to the spot. Maxine returned minutes later with the gun. She reached out and gave Samantha a hug. Samantha clung to her.
“We won’t see him again, Sam. He was terrified. Begging for forgiveness. He was absolutely pathetic.”
Samantha kissed her on the lips. “I know. It was my stepfather. It just brought back memories.”
Maxine wiped away a tear. Then she paused as if having a thought.
“Getting away was the best thing that you ever did, Sam. I have been here all my life. It’s time that I moved on too. Let’s get out of here, together.”
Samantha tried to slow down her thoughts. So much was going on, so quickly. “What about your dad?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“He knows that I have to go at some time. He wants me to live my life.” Maxine put her hand to Samantha’s chin, raised her eyes so that they were level. “Come with me?”
Samantha knew that there was no real decision to be made. She just wanted to be with Maxine. “Oh god yes!” she screamed.
The night was drawing in. Within an hour, they were on Maxine’s bike, wind flowing through their hair. They had no idea where they were heading, but it didn't matter.
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Copyright December 2011, Chris Cohen
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