A Compliation of GirlxGirl One Shots and Short Stories

The Words I Couldn't Say

After adjusting my clothes for the fifth time and giving myself another once over in the mirror, I was ready to go. Sarah and I had already been going out for a while now but I still felt the need to double-triple check before leaving to meet her. Sarah was an absolute catch, a solid vixen. Her natural red hair and matching red lips took my breath away, her curvaceous hips could have me daydreaming for days, and her dazzling icy blue eyes would have me lost at sea. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I was a very lucky gal.

I went over my basic flannel and jeans with a lint roller and grabbed my wallet and keys. Walking into the hallway of my apartment complex, I was utterly disgusted. It always smelled terrible compared to my clean, tidy room. 'Maybe I should send the superintendent another letter?' I thought to myself as I trotted down the stairs.

Luckily, Wednesday nights are a good night to grab a cab in NYC or else I'd be walking 30 blocks. I'd get all sweaty a gross before my date tonight and that would be no fun at all. Who wants to be sweaty and eat pasta, not me that's for sure.

As the cab approached Sarah's apartment, I began to feel more and nervous as if I knew that something was off tonight. I got out warily and before I could ask my cab driver to wait outside, he sped off. I gulped, adjusted my clothing once more and pressed her call button on her intercom. Within 2 seconds she responded...almost as if she was waiting by the intercom for me to come up. I fidgeted with her old style elevator and rode it up to her floor. With each step towards her door, I felt more and more nervous about tonight. I couldn't put my finger on it but it didn't feel right in my gut.

I knocked twice on her door and it pushed right open. Her apartment anteroom was extremely dark but I could see faint flickering lights in the distance. There was the sound of smooth jazz filling my ears as I took in the scene. I put my wallet and keys down on her anteroom table and ventured forward into the living room. The closer I got the more I realized what was happening tonight. Tonight, I wasn't going to be eating pasta...I was going to be eating out Sarah.

She was laying on her couch with the only thing covering her being a well placed pillow and a bottle of champagne. Candles were placed around the room giving her body the most astonishing glow. My jaw dropped at the site of her lovely body. Sarah and I have had sex before but something about tonight made her took extremely radiant. Every single inch of her toned but curvaceous body made me dripping wet. I examined her beautifully sculpted shoulders and collar bone to her amazing tits. Her tits were the best I've ever seen, and they were perky and ready to see me. Her nipples were as pink as her presumable wet pussy and her stomach was rising and falling in heavy anticipation for my next move. Her hips were calling me and teasing me by withholding the view of her perfect pussy. Damn that pillow! I thought to myself as I examined her.

"Do you like what you see, Ryan?" she taunted, then started to pop open the champagne. She poured two glasses and used her finger to usher me to join her on the couch. I downed my glass and nodded in agreement.

"I could hardly keep my eyes off of you babe...you're a vision." I whispered into her ear, nibbling ever so slightly at the end. She purred in response to my teasing. She finished her glass and turned to face me.

"I'm glad I could please you Ry, but I don't think that I can come if all you do is just stare at me all night. I'm horny and I need you..." she said running a finger from behind my neck around the front and down my collar bone to unbutton my first button.