The Prefect, Part 24 [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]

**Part 24**

*‘Shit. SHIT.’*

Despite her outward submissive demeanor, Elise was still at war with herself within. She couldn’t decide which was worse: having her boobs bared in front of the girls who were supposed to respect her, doing Kaitlyn’s bidding in front of everyone, or having most of the room think that she owned such kinky toys. Not only was Elise inexperienced in general, but she was also the kind of girl who would probably be super vanilla even when she *did* start exploring.

Her reputation was crumbling, yet those same justifications kept surfacing. Kaitlyn could easily strand her naked right now. If Kaitlyn passed around those binders, Elise could get in serious trouble with the administration. It wouldn’t matter how it was stolen, and Elise was the one who foolishly handed over her backpack with barely a second thought. At the end of the day, she would be blamed. And then there was the fact that Elise had done so much already. Changed and stripped and kissed and let herself be treated with so much disrespect by these younger girls.

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise muttered.

Sara & Alice: More than friends? pt. 8 “Mine” [27] [FF] [romance] [lesbian]

[pt. 1 “Dinner”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12of1g5/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_1_dinner_27ff/) | [pt. 7 “Envelopes”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12trmli/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_7_envelopes_27_ff/)

Alice’s breath is like steam across my face as we kiss and hold one another. There’s a wild desperation in me, and I kiss her as if passion alone can recover lost years. I draw her in, and we pull one another back across time until all those lonely nights and all those days filled with regret collapse into insignificance. None of it matters now that I have her in my arms.

She pulls me onto her lap, and her tongue slides up and down my neck. I touch her leg, from her calf to her thigh. Her skin is soft and smooth, and I can feel in her quadriceps her strength and power. She sucks on my neck, and I moan softly. Her hands are under my shirt, exploring my back and stomach.

I turn my legs so that I’m straddling her, which, given our difference in height, perfectly aligns our mouths. I cup her face in my hands and suck on her lip, tugging on it with my teeth. I pull off my shirt and throw it on the ground, and I watch her look me over.

[Group] Had to tell him no

My bf and I (19F) met in college. He was the first man to fuck my asshole. I’d had vaginal sex, given blow jobs and hand jobs before even licked up the cum from the handjobs, and always swallowed giving blowjobs. But never anal sex. He took care of that within the first month together.

After a few months things were a little stale, and routine. So to spice things up we did roleplay, sexy lingerie, and eventually I did lesbian sex with him watching, then with the girl watching he had sex with me. Then it was me and another guy with my bf watching.

I was very nervous in both the first few women, and men then got over it. He did ask once if he could have sex with one of the women who was willing. I guided him into her and was doing all I could to not cry while he was having sex with her. So after that I entertained others for our mutual enjoyment.

Sara & Alice: More than friends? pt. 7 “Envelopes” [27] [FF] [lesbian] [romance]

[pt. 1 “Dinner”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12of1g5/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_1_dinner_27ff/) | [pt. 6 “Emergency”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12t0jw4/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_6_emergency_27_ff/)

Alice is sitting on her bed with her long legs crossed at the ankles. She closes her laptop and pats the bed next to her. “Have a seat.”

She’s wearing pink boxers and a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt.

I bite my lip and take a seat next to her. The overhead light is off, and the room is lit by her bedside lamp and candles.

“I’m sure you got my notes,” she says. Her eyes are kind but intense, and as much as I wish they set me at ease, they almost terrify me. I look away, down at her bare legs. “I wanted to say in person that I’m sorry. I *was* trying to tease you, but not about—”

“No, I’m sorry, Alice. I *so* overreacted.” I don’t know why her broaching the subject terrifies me so much, but it does. I want to have this talk, I really do. I’m just not brave enough. “I probably did have too much to drink last night, and there’s a lot going on at work.”

Sara & Alice: More than friends? pt. 6 “Emergency” [27] [FF] [romance] [lesbian]

[pt. 1 “Dinner”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12of1g5/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_1_dinner_27ff/) | [pt. 5 “Regrets”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12rrnur/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_5_regrets_27ff/)

I wake up groggy and tired. I check my phone and see I forgot to charge it. I have almost no time to get ready for the day. Alice has laid out my clothes for me, and I wonder when she came into my room to do it. She’s also packed my gym bag, and I decide to just workout at the office gym and shower during my lunch break. I throw on the emerald sheath dress, the nude pantyhose, and the cream blazer she’s picked out. I check my gym bag and see she’s packed a pair of pumps for me to change into on the subway. My hair goes up in a ponytail, and I slap on my makeup.

As I head to the door, Alice walks in. Her hair is up, and she’s wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and violet yoga shorts. Judging by her face, she’s as surprised to bump into me as I am. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead, and I assume she’s getting back from a run.

“Oh, hey,” she says, taking the AirPods out. “Good morning.”

“Hey,” I mumble. “About last night—”

Sara & Alice: More than friends? pt. 5 “Regrets” [27FF] [masturbation] [romance]

[pt. 1 “Dinner”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12of1g5/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_1_dinner_27ff/) | [pt. 4 “Elixir”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12r26ga/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_4_elixir_27ff/)

I stare at the ceiling and consider what an idiot I am.

Tears are running down my face as I think about how I should have made love to her that night, how I should have gone to see her in Italy, how I shouldn’t be pouting in my bedroom right now. I’ve spent years telling myself that I’m not really in love with her, that she’s just a dear friend, that I just haven’t found the right guy. But it’s all bullshit.

I had found the right guy.

Elijah and I dated the entire year Alice was in Italy, up until he graduated. We were great together. He was thoughtful and kind and handsome. My mom told me I should marry him. He probably thought the same thing, but after graduation he left to get his master’s in Boston. I really did love him, and he and I are still friends. And maybe if I’d never met Alice, I would be practicing law in Ohio, where he lives now, bringing home the bacon for my husband, the violist. The problem, of course, is that the only reason I met Elijah was Alice.

Mardi Gras [FM][FF]

uring my freshman year of college in Nashville, I had the chance to road trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras with my RA and two of her friends, Justin and Samantha. They had been the prior year and were excited to take me for my first time!

LeeAnne was my floor RA and my lesbian fuck buddy. In truth, she was the woman responsible for my sexual awakening and enjoyment of other women. LeeAnne let me explore my sexuality on my own terms while also teaching me how to fuck another woman. She was an incredible lover. Sensual, erotic, adventurous…and kinky as hell. LeeAnne was stunning; truly one of those women who stop people in their tracks. And she had the personality to match. She was tall, about 5’10”, athletic, long dark hair and beautifully tanned skin. Making love to her was incredible. Our bodies were so different and it was amazing to feel her slender form and smaller breasts against mine. As for me, I’m short. Right about 5’1″. Small frame with giant tits and a curvy plump ass to go with it. I have long auburn hair, green eyes and freckled pale skin. We truly were opposites in looks…but in terms of sexual chemistry, we couldn’t be more similar.

[F] How I found out I liked girls…alot

So It’s weird I didn’t know I was bi-sexual to start with because I always wanted to date guys but I always found my female friends attractive…I used to think “oh maybe everyone feels like this”

It wasn’t till I got older it was more apparent but the same theme continued…Dating guys but girls are so more attractive to me. I think it became almost like a naughty fetish…I’d be known straight to everyone. Yet behind everyone’s back I’m having wild thoughts about friends.

It developed into my guilty pleasure…I enjoyed people not knowing…it was my “usual innocent” persona having a fix of to what I thought was naughty. Going to my bedroom locking my door, pulling my tights down and searching the most mundane pictures of girls…it wouldn’t even be p0rn…I won’t lie half the time it wasn’t even a nude…it didn’t have to be.

Sooo…I knew it went to far when I once came home from being with my friend…I ran upstairs… put her pic up on my laptop… and yeah…I’d never masturbated to a person I knew before this

[Group] How my friends and I turned a sleepover into an orgy [wholesome][lesbian]

Growing up, I had a core group of friends that I could always rely on. We had been through thick and thin together, sharing countless memories and experiences. Looking back, there’s one particular sleepover that stands out as the most life-changing.

We’d been planning a girls’ night in to catch up and enjoy each other’s company. I had been feeling curious about my own sexuality, and I couldn’t help but wonder how that curiosity might translate to the close friendships I had with the other girls. I didn’t plan for anything to happen, but I wanted to create a comfortable environment where we could all be open with each other.

So, as we settled in for the sleepover, I made sure the atmosphere was relaxing and intimate. I dimmed the lights, put on some calming music, and offered snacks and drinks to set the tone. As the night went on, we played classic sleepover games like “Truth or Dare” and “Never Have I Ever,” which led to us sharing some of our most personal thoughts and experiences.

Song of the Naiad [F20/F99+] [Fantasy] [Tentacles?] [Consensual] [Lesbian] [SCP-054?]

There it was. That voice. Marina stood still on her boat, just listening. The voice was truly a beautiful and breathtaking thing, its highs and lows mixing into an amazing sound. It sang its enchanting song as Marina’s small boat neared it. The voice became louder and clearer as she got closer, and Marina couldn’t help but feel curious about who possessed such a voice. She felt her heart thumping in her chest, complementing the song that filled her mind. Her mind stayed stuck on the voice that tantalized her from afar, not bothering to remind her of the many legends she had been told growing up about sirens and evil beings that lead sailors to their death.

How could such a beautiful thing lead to her death? That didn’t make any sense. Marina didn’t bother moving the trajectory of her boat as it approached a large rock. She was too busy listening to the alluring voice that pulled her closer and closer.