Coed Lesbian Novels & Stories

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

“God, no!” “Oh.” Leal furiously blinked. “No?” “No!” She frustratedly yelled. “I’m jealous of Axel!” “W-What? Why…?” “Because…” she breathed heavily, “Because I like you! I’m a lesbian, Leal! And I like you! But he’s your mate, so I can’t interfere and the only one on my side was Alexei Elcort. We both don’t want the two of you together, because I want you for me but you were falling for him so I had to do something to tear him away from you and not you for him!”

She started touching Leona in some sensitive part of her body where only a man should. They both seemed completely oblivious to the world, lost in the intensity of their actions. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and surprise. Was this really happening? Axel and Leona? Are they lesbians? Lesbian and gay relationships in the werewolf community were practically a myth, or at least, that's what we'd always been told. We grew up hearing stories like the one about Juno and Aric—two warriors who supposedly fought in secret because their bond was forbidden, even though they were both strong and capable.

Now at 30 years old, she had formed into a 5'8" DD-breasted woman with a larger ass, but she considered herself well-proportioned. She looked like a woman who could handle herself and had a somewhat dominant personality to boot. She was a lesbian and her tastes ran toward younger and smaller women. Coach Stephanie had many sexual encounters and even relationships with younger girls over her life. She had always gravitated to the smaller women and loved a petite young body to ravish. She didn't consider herself a sexual predator and had never seduced any underage girls. Most of her sexual partners were relationships, in one form or another. Some girls just wanted an older woman as an experien

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

"Before we do the ripping the throat out thing, how about we talk about how you have the hots for Talia." Cassie didn't look up. "Go to hell." "Are you shy? Come on, I'm really curious here," he pushed, and Aria’s brows contorted in confusion. "You have a crush on Talia? Doesn't that make you... that... that thing human women do," Aria stammered as she tried to piece it together. "Lesbians, Aria. They're called lesbians," Clyde explained, clapping his hands together like a teacher.