Just Between Friends and Lesbian Bachelorette Party by Ginger Starr

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Just Between Friends- “So, how can I help you, Anne? Just name it.”
I was already searching through the catalog in my brain of all the sex toys I owned and could recommend. I was also ready to give her a few tips on Kegel exercises and a lecture on how fantasizing during sex was not cheating, when she blurted out,
“I’ve read things in magazines, you know, tips on spicing things up and whenever I show John something like kind of racy underwear or a new thing to try, he just smiles and tells me I am everything he needs. Well, I’m beginning to think he’s not everything I need…so…I would like to have a threesome with you and Frank.”
Ok, that whole thing in the beginning of this story about “Nothing, absolutely nothing” shocking me anymore? If her head had slowly grown to a point and pushed up a tomato plant I would not have been more surprised. I quickly looked around, noticing other diners still enjoying their lunch, unaware that the world had suddenly tilted sideways.
“Sweetheart,” I said. “You do know what a threesome is, don’t you?”

Lesbian Bachelorette Party- "The waitress sashayed away with a smile and I exhaled. What were my friends trying to do to me? They knew the problems Cheryl and I have had, or rather the problems Cheryl has had with my dogging around. To her, faithfulness is an absolute and a condition of our marriage. I had to prove that making her feel safe and loved was more important to me than random lays.
After a few minutes, the blonde returned, this time with another girl, a full-bodied and bare-breasted Amazon with waist-length raven hair and full fire-engine red painted lips. By this time, my pals had spotted me and they whooped and cheered when the brunette sat on my lap and began nibbling on my earlobe.
My heart began to pound in anger almost as much as lust. Were they all trying to get me to cheat, to just throw my promise of fidelity to Cheryl out the fucking window? Because, it was almost working.
As the honey on my lap continued to blow in my ear and suck my earlobe as if it were my clit, my favorite Led Zeppelin song Kashmir (hey, I’m an old-fashioned rock and roll dyke) came blasting out of the speakers and the blonde began to dance. And by dance, I mean it was more like a gymnastic display at the Sexual Olympics."

About Ginger Starr

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Bestselling erotica author Ginger Starr is the nom de porn of your typical girl next door with a highly erotic imagination. When she is not writing her fantasies, she enjoys looking for inspiration from nature, art and music.
Published December 1, 2013 16 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian. Fiction