I Kissed A Girl II: More Virgin Lesbian Stories

I Kissed A Girl II: More Virgin Lesbian Stories

Blurb

Follow-up to the popular I Kissed A Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology. Contains my story, Nimble Fingers, which is about a woman that becomes fixated with a guitarist’s fingers.

Our readers asked for it, and now we’re pleased to present Volume II of first-time lesbian encounters inspired by Katy Perry’s hit song! Seven returning authors continue to arouse, plus six new authors will not disappoint. This diverse collection travels the globe and the ages. No two settings or circumstances are alike, proving that women from every walk of life and culture are curious and eager to explore their full sexuality…with each other.

Excerpt

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Nimble Fingers

It was the guitarist that did it for me; tall and athletic-looking with a mop of dark hair. And oh, those fingers. Long, slim and nimble with tidy nails, they manipulated the instrument into making the most intoxicating sounds I’d ever heard. The floor vibrated, the atmosphere was electric. I was hooked.

The place was packed. I listened to the band play with people singing and dancing all around me. They waved their arms, sloshing drinks everywhere and good-naturedly jostling one another. Despite all that, I felt like the only people in the room were the guitarist and I.

I watched those fingers glide up and down the fret board and wondered how they’d feel against my skin. Would there be calluses, dry skin perhaps, to chafe my most delicate parts? I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was deeply in lust and wanted those hands touching me, pleasuring me, delighting me.

I was quite surprised by the intensity of my feelings – after all, we’d never even met. I’d simply observed her from the floor. Yes, you read that correctly. Her. I’d shocked myself by developing a crush on a woman. It’d never happened before and it’s never happened since. But she was special, different somehow.

I watched her, fascinated and in awe. I was like a rabbit caught in headlights; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She captivated me, almost as if she’d cast a spell to make me hers, and hers alone. But of course, she never even knew I was alive.

Towards the end of the first set, the lead singer announced they were taking a break after their next song. As the music died down, so did the audience. They began to make moves towards the bar and restrooms, in anticipation of huge queues at either. I stayed put. I watched her play the final notes of the piece, fingers a blur and her wild hair swaying as she tossed her head with abandon in time to the music. Beautiful.

I stood glued to the spot as the rest of the group put down microphones and drumsticks. I watched as she bent her neck forward to pull the guitar’s strap over her head and place the instrument on a nearby stand. Then, she looked up. A spark of energy pulsed through me as we made eye contact. She smiled, and I was in heaven. Then she left the stage and headed where any sane person would – the bar.

I was thrilled. She’d smiled at me. Then, I berated myself for being such an idiot. She was just being polite, like anyone would. There was no point reading anything into it. As I was busy having this internal argument with myself, I was standing in the same spot I’d been all night; receiving odd looks from people who were milling around, getting drinks, chatting to friends, going for a smoke.

Suddenly, those odd looks changed to ones of interest, and in some cases, jealousy. I sensed a presence by my side, and turned. There she was, stood next to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She smiled again, and handed me one of the two bottles she was carrying. I took it from her, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“You looked as though you needed one. I’m Samantha, but most people call me Sam.”

“T-thanks,” I stuttered, brain stumbling to catch up with events, “I’m Jessica.”

“Good to meet you.” Sam stuck out her hand, and we shook. It was all I could do not to stare down at her hand, imagining once again what I’d like to have it and its twin do to me. I kept my eyes firmly focused on hers.

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Reviews

“I Kissed a Girl: Volume II actually started with a bang and ended with an explosion. While there are less than perfect moments throughout the entire collection, there is remarkable story-telling tucked away in these pages. Overall, I Kissed a Girl: Volume II is an anthology to read, and rejoice over the commemoration to F/F relationships it portrays.” 4.5 out of 5, Blackraven’s Reviews