Queer smut one shots, wlw and trans

May, a slightly longer short story: GxG part one

Author note: This one will likely be a few parts long. I'll update the info as I publish more parts.

Welcome to my collection of one shots. These are individual scenes or short stories focusing on queer romance. They are explicit in nature and not appropriate for people under 18. I hope you enjoy them, please leave a comment and like them if you think they deserve it. I write because I want to share my stories with people, so the best thing ever is to hear from readers :) Also, let me know if you have any requests and I'll see if I like the idea and might write about it.

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May is new to my university, she entered into our course halfway through the year, three weeks ago, so most of her units don't match up with mine. We have one tutorial together and that's it, apart from a few lectures. It's the tutorials I look forward to; they're the only time I can find a decent excuse to talk to her. The lectures have a hundred students attending, but the tutorials are much smaller.

She's quiet, and bookish. She's a bit shorter than me at around 5'5" and her hair is sandy blonde. It sits just above her shoulders and the curls bounce as she runs into the classroom. I try not to stare as her breasts bounce along with her. How on earth someone so innocent and cute could have such an amazing body, is beyond me. Her eyes give off an air of purity but her body cries out to be held. I ignore the burning low in my stomach as she sits down at the table across from me. 

God, even being this close to her is too much. It isn't healthy, lately I've been struggling to keep my mind off of her: she has me in her web and she doesn't even know it. There is something about her that makes me beg to know more. I want to know every part of her. I want to know what she thinks about when she is alone, I want to know what she does for fun, I want to know what secrets she has beneath the tight crop top she is wearing. God I want to pin her down and corrupt her, I want to give her everything.

"Like what you see?" she asks, and my stomach drops.

"Sorry, what?" I say, worried that she saw me staring.

"I got it on sale!" she says brightly, pointing to her top.

"Oh, yea, nice!" I say, trying to recover my cool. Fuck, I have to be more careful, I was practically panting and drooling over her. "Where from?" Play it cool Ally, play it cool.

"Cotton on," she smiles, and again I think about kissing her. Her lips are plump, her bottom lip sticks out; just begging to be kissed, and sucked, and nipped. Stop it, play it cool. Thankfully the tutor kicks into gear before I can dig myself further into my fantasies and I welcome the distraction. I've been with girls before, it's nothing new to me. I knew I was a lesbian from the moment I saw Anya Taylor-Joy in The Witch, probably before then too. I'm a slut, and proud of it. I like sex, so what? I like making people feel good, I like feeling them squirm as I eat them out. I like feeling their body release as I bring them to the edge. And more than anything, I like corrupting innocent girls like May. My god do I like it. I've been with a lot of different women; shy ones, strong ones, bold ones. Nothing is quite as fun as being someone's first and then being with them again and again and seeing them grow and come out of their shell. The shy ones are always the most exciting and exploratory. I suppose I don't really know if May is a virgin, but she gives off virgin energy. She's so perky and sweet and bubbly, there's no way she's been with a woman before. I doubt she's been with a guy either. Though its not like I've asked her yet, I don't want to be too forward and scare her off.

"So, what do we think about what Freud says in the reading?" the tutor asks from the front. There are a few mutters but no one speaks up.

I clear my throat, "I think Freud probably has a bit of pussy envy if I'm honest," I say, making the tutor crack a smile.

"Thankyou, for that insight, Miss Shenton," she smiles.

"No but, jokes aside, Freud's assertion that women have penis envy is essentialist and flawed. It buys into the rhetoric that lesbian women are emulating heterosexual relationships. The very idea of that, completely ignores the reality that many lesbian relationships go way beyond the stereotypical Butch and Femme pairings that are so often talked about," I finish, feeling quite happy with my little speech.

"I agree. I think the notion that Sapphic love is a vain attempt at replicating the dynamics of hetero love, is completely flawed," May says.

I turn to May, she smiles sweetly at me and fucking winks??? My mouth is open and I'm aware I'm staring but I can't help it. It's no secret I'm lesbian; I talk about it enough, and there's no shortage of women on campus who can give first hand accounts of my antics, but May has never spoken to me about it. Us WLW folks usually talk to each other pretty openly, I'm fairly sure I know every lesbian on campus. Was my initial hope right, is she gay? The warmth between my thighs awakens and I struggle to ignore the burning desire that pulls at my stomach. God, what I wouldn't give to feel her thighs around my ears. I snap myself out of it and try to focus on the discussion at hand, ignoring the wet I can feel below. I manage to make it through the rest of the tute without gawking too hard at May. The topic of Sapphic love doesn't come up again and I'm mostly glad about it; I don't think I'm playing cool as well as I think I am. I grab my books when the tutor dismisses us and head to lunch. As I walk down the hallway, I hear light footsteps padding along behind me and a soft voice calls out.

"Hey Ally." I turn around as May comes up next to me, smiling as she bounces along beside me. She's clutching her books to her chest and it pushes her cleavage up even more. It's very distracting.

"Hey, May right?" I ask, as if I haven't moaned her name while fantasising about her the past few weeks.

"Mmhmm," she says sweetly, "Did you wanna grab lunch?"

Fuck yes. May, the possibly lesbian, definitely hot, girl of my recent fantasies, wants to grab lunch. "Sure, I forgot to bring mine," I say as casually as I can, ignoring the Tupperware container full of pasta in my bag. "How're you finding the course?" I ask her, as we walk to the food court.

"It's really good, some of the lectures are a bit slow but the tutorials are fun."

"Yea, I prefer the discussions over listening to a presentation."

"I like the points you make," she says, happily bopping along beside me. So, she's been paying attention to me...

"Thanks, I get a bit passionate sometimes," I say.

"I like passionate women," she says, and something pulls at my chest. I feel a little confident, a little reckless...

"Do you? Like women, I mean?" I ask her, unashamedly. She looks at me with a look I can't decipher before smiling slightly.

"I do."

Fantastic. We enter the food hall and find an empty table in the corner. I'm keen to talk to her more about queer stuff. The best part about lesbians, though she might be bi, is that most of us don't take things slowly. It seems, for whatever reason, we all like sharing and opening up with each other. As I dump my bag, my Tupperware contain falls out and slides to her feet. I wince as she picks it up and smirks at me.

"So, forgot to bring your lunch did you?" she asks.