Young Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

Nova’s stomach twisted into tight, painful knots as she squeezed the crumpled piece of paper in her hand…stolen art,kicked out of school. The words kept running through her head like a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. At twenty, she had given everything she had to her art…late nights, dried paint under her fingernails, and dreams that were way too big for her tiny dorm room. And now Lila, with her fake, sweet smile, was trying to steal all of it away.

Listening to her whole story makes me feel a little bit inconvenient, a frown crawling up my face as I get to thinking. Lots of girls here are lesbians but five people falling in love with each other seemed a little bit far-fetched but then we are girls…. We do get attracted to such people real quick and maybe… just maybe she could have said the truth Afterall. I mean why would she lie to me? We hardly know each other and for the first time in forever there's someone who actually sees things from the same angle like I do. Age knows this is a hell hole and we are being hunted as prey, killed just for fun but then I feel her pain.

Everybody in this story is 18+. This happened during my senior year at a pretty big college. I’d had my fun with guys over the years, and almost all had been off hook up apps. There was a few spontaneous times though, and this was one of them. I was straight, so looking for guys in public was never my thing.

Jenny came for a sleepover and while Jenny watched her favorite cartoon, Tasha had retorted to playing with Trucy's cat, Fin, not playing with the cat but picking on the cat and Jenny had not found it funny with her. She stopped after several warnings from Jenny and that night, as Jenny had her bath, she watched her and young Jenny did not find anything wrong with Tasha watching her take her bath, few years later, she found out that Tasha has been initiated into lesbianism by the girls in her class and that night made sense to Jenny. Ever since that night, Tasha has always dreamt of the day she would get naked with Jenny and explore her and tell her that there is a world where girls rule.

Just as the two of us leaned in to spark another intimate kiss, old big mouth Latisha decided to make her presence known as she stormed into the room. "What the hell you think you doin', girl?!" she exclaimed, demanding an answer. Tamara jolted, turning to her friend with a terrified look. "You out of your mind? Having sex with this stupid-ass white boy?" "Latisha!" she exclaimed in horror. "I ... uh, it's ... not what it looks like?" she added with a worried grin. Latisha was unamused, folding her arms across her chest. "You can't tell anyone, okay? Please, Latisha."

They were only human. They were the greatest of friends, a source of comfort amid the turmoil of my dual existence as both human and wolf. With them, I could momentarily forget the burdens and trials that came with my lupine nature. Lora cleared her throat, breaking the momentary silence. “I almost forgot to tell you, Yvonne. Three other students registered today—a pair of handsome guys and a stunning girl,” she announced, a smile gracing her lips. Grace nudged me playfully. “You never know, Yvonne. Perhaps the girl could become our friend in the future.”

I sat down on the chair next to her, stretching out my legs, feeling the sun hit my skin and make the stickiness between my thighs even more noticeable. "Sure, why not," I said, forcing a small smile. "Not much else to do right now." She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, her tank top riding up a little to show a strip of her flat stomach. "So, tell me about yourself, Alecia. Collins said you're just starting out here in LA. What are you into? School, work, boys?" The way she said "boys" made my stomach twist, like she was fishing for info, and I wondered if she was trying to figure out if I was competition or something.

It was another p**n magazine. “Look at the new one I got yesterday, she said. Scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching each other. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap as she began to flip through a few pages. It was a new lesbian p**n. “So, you like girls on girls” she asked, staring at me. Yeah, I just realized I like girls when I went to college, so tell me how many ladies have you slept with, she asked.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”