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Lessons in Desire

By MJ Williamz

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Copyright 2017 MJ Williamz

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Lessons in Desire

Crockett Devine is a butch playboi and assistant professor of English. She wants forever someday, but not today. Until she meets Gina, her wingman Melinda’s TA, and sparks fly immediately. They’re falling hard and fast for each other until fall semester starts and it looks as if they’ll crash and burn. When their hot and happily ever after is cooled by academic politics, Crockett insists they see other people despite Gina’s protests.

Will they be strong enough to withstand the temptations of their unwanted lessons in desire? Or will they give in and lose each other for good?

A lesbian erotic romance.

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By the Author

Shots Fired

Forbidden Passions

Initiation by Desire



Sheltered Love

Summer Passion


Love on Liberty

Love Down Under


Lessons in Desire


First and foremost, I’d like to thank my wife, Laydin, whose unwavering support keeps me going. I’d also like to thank Sarah and Inger for reading this book while I was writing it and offering invaluable input.

Of course, I need to thank Rad and Sandy and Cindy, and all the folks at BSB for giving my books a home and for working so tirelessly to make me a better author.

Last, but not least, I’d like to thank you, the readers, without whom none of this would be possible.


For Laydin, my everything

Chapter One

Crockett woke up and reached out a hand. It lighted on a soft, supple body lying next to her.

“Hey, Serena,” she said. “Are you awake?”

“I could be persuaded.”

Crockett grinned. “Excellent answer.”

She skimmed her hand over Serena’s full figure, then brought it up to rest on her breast. She had more than ample bosoms, just like Crockett liked. Crockett propped herself up on her elbow so she could watch Serena’s nipple grow as she played with it. When it was nice and hard, Crockett sucked it deep into her mouth. She felt it grow harder yet and flicked her tongue over it to encourage it.

Crockett felt it poking the roof of her mouth, so gave it one more hard suck then released it to take her other one. She repeated her actions, and soon Serena was begging for more. And more was just what Crockett planned to give her.

She kissed down Serena’s body until she came to where her legs met. She spread them wide and made herself comfortable. She licked the length of her before darting her tongue inside to taste her creamy center. She replaced her tongue with her fingers and moved her mouth to Serena’s swollen clit. She licked and sucked on it and Serena cried out as Crockett took her to one powerful orgasm.

When Serena had had enough, Crockett moved up next to her and kissed her.

“Your turn now,” Serena said. She kissed down Crockett until she had one of her breasts under her mouth. “Your breasts suit you perfectly.”

“You don’t think they’re too small?” Crockett said.

“No. Not for you. You’re long and lean, and your small breasts are perfect for your build.”

Further conversation was not invited as she lowered her mouth on Crockett’s nipple and sucked hard on it. Crockett drew a sharp intake of breath. Damn, that felt good. She ran her hands through Serena’s long, dark hair.

“You sure know what you’re doing,” Crockett said.


“That’s right. Don’t stop. Oh, God, Serena, please don’t stop.” Crockett’s nipples were directly wired to her clit, and occasionally, if her partner for the night was good enough, they could get her to climax simply by sucking on her tits. It didn’t happen often, but she was so close.

Serena didn’t stop. She sucked harder and ran her hand down Crockett’s body. She found her clit solid and ready for her. Crockett felt her clit twitch as Serena rubbed it. She was close, so very close. She was thrashing on the bed.

“Oh yes, please, oh God, please,” she said, then, “Oh, God, yes!”

She arched, frozen, as the orgasm crashed over her body.

After she collapsed back onto the bed, Crockett pulled Serena close to her. Now came the awkward time. How to get rid of Serena? Sure, they’d had fun, but it was all in fun. Still, Crockett didn’t want to be a jerk.

“You want to get a cup of coffee or something?” she asked.

“Ah, thanks, but I should get going. Maybe we’ll see each other around, huh?”

“Yeah. I’m sure we will.”

Serena got out of bed and quickly dressed. She left and Crockett was alone in the house. With the exception of Archie, her cat, who was rubbing against her legs demanding breakfast.

She fed him then looked around for something to eat for herself. Her cupboards were pretty bare. She’d have to go shopping. But she wasn’t in the mood to do that just yet. First, she made coffee, then she called her best friend, Melinda, to see if she wanted to go out for breakfast.

“Hey, Crockett,” Melinda answered the phone. “What’s up?”

“I’m starving. You want to go grab a bite?”


“I’ll meet you at The Nest in fifteen?”

“I’ll be there.”

Crockett pulled up just as Melinda was getting out of her car. She waited for Crockett to park her truck and they walked in together.

“Last night was so much fun,” Melinda said. “We so need to do that again.”

“No kidding. I love the women’s bar in the summer. It’s so much less crowded than when all the students are in town.”

“Me, too, which makes me feel guilty since we make our living off those students.”

“And they’ll all be back soon enough.”

“Yes, they will.”

“We’ve only got a few weeks left of summer session. Then they’re back.”

“Oh, well. So, did you and Serena enjoy yourselves last night?” Melinda asked.

“That we did. I was even a gentlebutch and invited her out for coffee this morning, but she declined.”

“Wow. That was decent of you. So, any plans to see her again?”

“Nope. She gave me the ol’ ‘maybe I’ll see you around’ bit.”

“Well, I’m sure that didn’t break your heart,” Melinda said. “You’re not really the second date type.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Do you think you’re ever going to settle down?”

“Sure, why not? When I’m a little older and ready.”

“Older? You’re thirty-three. How much older do you need to be?”

“What’s with the twenty questions?” Crockett said.

“I just don’t see what you’re so afraid of.”

“I don’t want to get involved because I don’t want a messy break up. You can’t blame me. Besides I don’t see you settling down.”

“That’s only because I haven’t found Ms. Right yet. But I’m looking.”

“And I’m not. It’s that simple.”

They finished their breakfast and walked out to the parking lot.

“Hey,” Melinda said. “We should go tubing.”

“Seriously? The river will be crowded today. It’s over ninety degrees already.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”

Crockett thought about it.

“I don’t know.”

“Ah, you know you want to. Hot women in bikinis tubing down the river? Lots of eye candy. You can’t resist it. It’s in your blood.”

Crockett laughed.

“Well, when you put it that way…”

“Great. Come by my place in a half hour. I’ll be ready. I’ll even have beer.”

“Fantastic. I’ll see you then.”

Crockett went home and changed into board shorts and a muscle shirt. She found her beach towel and put it in a backpack. She also threw in some sunscreen. She was ready to go. She drove over to Melinda’s place. Melinda was waiting and looked great in her shorts and bikini top. Not great like she’d ever hit on her. No, they’d been friends for too long for that. But she could still appreciate their differences. Melinda was average height and somewhat curvy, but toned, and her red hair hung to her shoulders. Yeah, she was attractive, and Crockett wondered if she’d still be with her when Crockett got off the river or if someone would snatch her up.

They drove together to the washout where their trip would end. They left Crockett’s truck there and drove to Scotty’s to pick up their tubes. Then they drove to the other side of the Gianella Bridge where they would start their tubing. They set their ice chest in one small tube and then lay in their individual larger tubes and pushed off to the center of the cold, slow-moving river.

Crockett kept the ice chest with her.

“Can you toss me a beer?” Melinda said.

“Better yet, I’ll hand it to you.”

Crockett floated over against Melinda’s tube and took two beers out of the chest. She handed one to Melinda and opened one herself. She took a long pull off it. The cool liquid felt good on such a hot day.

“This was a great idea,” Crockett said.


They floated in silence for a bit while Crockett took in the sights around her. There were scantily clad women in all shapes and sizes floating down the Sacramento.

“Are you enjoying the scenery?” Melinda finally said.

“Of course, aren’t you?”

“Doesn’t it scare you that some of these kids could be in our classes next year?”

“Are you kidding? I’m worried about seeing some of them that have already taken classes from us. But what the hell? We’re human, right?”


The trip passed quickly, and soon they were floating to the shore at the washout to get in Crockett’s truck.

“That was fun,” Crockett said. She opened the door to her truck and handed Melinda a towel.

Once they were dry, they drove up to return their tubes and to retrieve Melinda’s car.

“So,” Crockett said. “You want to go to The Montrose again tonight?”

“Two nights in a row? They’ll think we’re regulars.”

“Yeah, but I’m ready to get my groove on again.”

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at nine?”

“Why not pick me up at seven and I’ll buy dinner?”

“No kidding? I’m all over that.”

“Excellent,” Crockett said.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

Crockett was primed for a night at the women’s bar. All those bikini clad coeds on the river had her juices flowing. She needed to find someone to take home with her that night to help alleviate some of the sexual tension. She knew Melinda thought she was too much of a player, but she couldn’t help it. She enjoyed women and didn’t apologize for it.

She took a shower and dressed in some khaki cargo shorts and a purple golf shirt. She wasn’t conceited by any stretch, but she knew she looked good in that outfit. She always got lots of compliments when she wore it. And it hadn’t failed her yet at The Montrose.

Crockett needed something to do to keep herself occupied so she did her grocery shopping, put everything away, and checked the time. It was only five. Damn. She grabbed a beer and sat in front of the television. She found a baseball game and got so into it, she started when Melinda walked in.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Crockett said.

“Sorry. Is the game that good?” She motioned to the television.

“Yeah. Extra innings.”

“You want to stay and watch it?”

“No. I’m good to go,” Crockett said. She switched off the game and stood.

They went out for pizza and beer. They were both relaxed and ready to hit the bar by nine.

“So, you think you’ll get lucky tonight?” Crockett teased her.

“If I meet Ms. Right. Or someone who looks like her,” she laughed.

“I wish you’d loosen up a little bit. You might have more fun.”

“You’re loose enough for both of us, believe me.”

Crockett laughed. It was true and she couldn’t deny it.

They pulled into the parking lot. It was pretty empty, but they could already hear the music thumping from within.

“Oh, yeah,” Crockett said. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll last. That time in the sun gave me quite a burn and took a lot out of me,” Melinda said.

“No worries. I’ll do my best to find a ride home.” She winked.

“I’m sure you will.”

They entered the place and made their way to the bar. Crockett ordered a beer for herself and a glass of wine for Melinda. They found a table just off the dance floor and sat there waiting for the place to fill up.

“This music is excellent,” Melinda said.

“It really is. You want to dance?”


They got out and moved on the floor. It wasn’t unusual for them to dance a few dances before the place got jumping. They both liked to dance, but once the place filled up, neither of them wanted to appear attached, so they stopped.

The place was getting full. Crockett checked her watch. It was after ten. Time to start prowling. She looked around the room and her gaze lighted on a brunette across the floor. She was full-figured and cute as a bug. She looked to be in her late twenties. Crockett approached her. She saw her dark eyes glimmer.

“Hi. Would you like to dance?” Crockett said.


Crockett took her hand and led her to the center of the floor. Her hand was soft and warm. They started to move to the music and Crockett was duly impressed. She danced like she was made for it.

The song ended and Crockett introduced herself above the next song.

“I’m Crockett,” she said.


“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

They danced for another three songs when Gabby pleaded thirst.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Crockett asked as she guided Gabby to the table she and Melinda had.

“Sure. I’d like a gin and tonic, please.”

“Coming right up.”

Crockett looked around for Melinda and saw her on the dance floor with an older butch woman. She looked like she was having fun. Crockett shot her a thumbs-up and raised her eyebrows at her. Melinda just smiled back.

Back from the bar, Crockett handed Gabby her drink and took a long swallow of her beer. Dancing made her thirsty as well.

“You’re a good dancer,” Crockett said.

Gabby blushed.

“Thanks. So are you.”

“Thanks. So, how come I haven’t seen you around here before?”

“I’m in town visiting friends for the weekend.”

Crockett’s heart sank. That wasn’t good for her chances of bedding the cute woman.

“Oh. Well, I don’t mean to keep you from your friends. Should you be with them?”

“I’m a grown woman. And I think they’ll be fine without me.”

“Okay. That’s good to hear.”

“It is, huh?” Gabby smiled.

“Sure. I like you, Gabby.”

“I like you, too, Crockett.”

They danced to a few more songs and a slow song came on. Crockett opened her arms and Gabby stepped into them. She felt so right in Crockett’s arms. Crockett loved the feel of her soft body pressed into her own. She wanted to get out of the bar. And fast.

When the song ended, Crockett leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“You want to get out of here?”


“Do you have a car here?”

“I do.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

Crockett searched the floor again for Melinda. She waited until Melinda saw her and she waved good-bye. Melinda waved back. It was all good. The night with Gabby was just about to get fun.

Crockett gave Gabby directions to her house on the west side of town. It was a simple, ranch style house. Nothing fancy, but it was hers. She opened the door and let Gabby in first. She admired the view as Gabby’s hips swayed. When Crockett closed the door, she offered Gabby a drink.

“No, thanks. I think I’ve had enough,” Gabby said.

“Okay.” Crockett was unsure what to do. She wanted to take Gabby right then, but wasn’t sure if she was ready. She needn’t have worried as Gabby walked into her arms. She snaked her arms around Crockett’s neck and pressed against her. She kissed her lightly on the mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” Gabby said.

“So have I.”

Crockett held her tight and kissed her this time. It was an urgent kiss, which begged for more. She ran her tongue over Gabby’s lips and begged for entrance. Gabby obliged, and soon Crockett had her tongue moving around inside Gabby’s mouth. She was warm and moist and tasted vaguely of gin. Crockett couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her.

“We should take this down the hall,” Crockett said when the kiss finally ended. Every nerve ending was on alert. She needed Gabby in a big way.

“Yeah, we should.”

Crockett took Gabby’s hand and led her to her bedroom. She lit some candles and then turned to Gabby, who was sitting on the bed.

“Come here.” She reached her hands out to her. “Stand up so I can undress you.”

Gabby stood and Crockett could see that she was shaking. Was that a good thing? Either she was excited or nervous.

“Are you nervous?” Crockett asked.

“Not at all.”


Crockett kissed her as she reached around her to unzip the dress she was wearing. The zipper came down easily, and Crockett stepped away to watch it fall to the floor. Gabby stepped out of it. She stood there in her bra and underwear and Crockett’s mouth watered. She felt moisture pool in her boxers. Gabby was beautiful.

She kissed her again and unhooked her bra, allowing her ample breasts to fall free. Crockett caught them in her hands and kneaded them lovingly. She bent to kiss the tops of them. But she wanted, needed, craved more. She knelt and pulled Gabby’s panties off. She rested her cheek against Gabby’s inner thigh. She was close. So close to heaven.

Crockett stood and quickly took off her own clothes. When they were both naked, she pulled Gabby in for another embrace, reveling in the feel of flesh on flesh.

“Let’s lie down,” Crockett said.

They climbed into her king-sized bed and lay together. Crockett propped herself up on an elbow so she could gaze at the beauty of Gabby’s body. She skimmed her hand over it until she rested her hand between Gabby’s legs. She was wet and warm and ready for Crockett. Crockett ran her hand over the length of Gabby, leaving no spot untouched. She dipped her fingers inside and stroked her. Then she withdrew her fingers and rubbed Gabby’s swollen clit. She rubbed it hard and fast and Gabby was soon writhing on the bed. Crockett lowered her mouth and took one of Gabby’s nipples in. She sucked hard as she continued to rub, and in no time Gabby cried out as the orgasm washed over her.

Gabby recovered quickly and kissed Crockett hard on the mouth. She wasted no time finding Crockett’s center with her fingers and she moved them in and out until Crockett was gasping for air and begging for release. Gabby moved down her body and sucked Crockett’s clit in her mouth. She ran her talented tongue over it, and Crockett pressed Gabby into her as she came.

Chapter Two

Monday morning found Crockett at the university. It was office hour time for her and she was in her office grading papers when Melinda came in.

“Professor Devine,” Melinda said. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Crockett looked up.

“Not at all, Professor O’Reilly. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Melinda closed the door.

“I think I’m in love,” Melinda almost squealed.

“What? When did this happen?”

“Her name is Terry Smith, and oh, my God, is she ever wonderful.”

“Was that the woman I saw you dancing with the other night?”

“The very one.”

“So, I take it things went well that night?” Crockett said.

“And yesterday and last night.”

“Wow.” Crockett was surprised. Melinda rarely hooked up with anyone. Sure, she’d kiss a little, but seldom went home with them. She must really like this Terry woman. “That’s great.”

“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t call to see how your night had gone yesterday, but I was busy.” She blushed.

“Totally understandable. So, are you in any shape to teach today?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m a little distracted, but I’m a professional, Crockett. It’s Monday and I’m here to do my job.”

“I figured.”

“Speaking of which…” Melinda checked her watch. “I’d better get back to my classroom. I just had to touch base with you. I’m so excited.”

She practically squealed again as she turned to leave Crockett’s office. Crockett stared after her. She was happy Melinda seemed to have found someone. She wondered if she’d ever be that happy with another person. She shrugged. It wasn’t that big of a deal. If she did, she did. No worries. And no hurry. She liked her life as it was now. And she wasn’t a big fan of change.

Office hours ended and it was time for Crockett to teach. She stepped into her classroom and saw her small class in their seats and ready to discuss mythology. It was one of Crockett’s favorite classes to teach, and her small summer session class was doing a great job keeping up with their assignments.

She taught Freshman English after that for the students who hadn’t done well in the class during the regular semester. These were younger students than her first class, and they didn’t do as well with their papers. But still, she taught for all she was worth and tried to teach them basic sentence structure and such.

Her final class of the day was creative writing. When it was over she had more office hours and then she got to go home. Her home was nice and quiet and she and Archie had dinner and watched a game on television.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. More classes, more grading papers. She didn’t see Melinda again until Thursday afternoon. Classes in summer session were Monday through Thursday. Crockett was just finishing up her office hours when Melinda came in.

“Hey, Professor O’Reilly. What’s up?”

Melinda closed Crockett’s door.

“Terry really wants to meet you,” Melinda said.

Crockett raised an eyebrow.

“She does?”

“Of course. You’re my best friend, Crockett.”

“Okay. So, shall we all go to The Montrose tomorrow night?”

“Sure. And maybe to dinner beforehand?”

“Sounds good, but I don’t know what kind of an impression I’ll make on her at The Montrose. Because you know I’m going to be on the prowl.”

“We’d expect nothing less.” Melinda laughed. “That’s why I suggested dinner before. We can chat and she can get to know you a little before you take up your position as head prowler at the club.”

“Sounds like an excellent idea.”

“Great. We’ll pick you up at seven thirty for dinner, then?”

“Right on.”

Melinda let herself out of Crockett’s small office. Crockett wondered what she was getting herself into. Still, if this Terry woman was important to Melinda, she was important to Crockett. And Crockett should check her out anyway. She wanted to make sure Melinda wasn’t going to get hurt.

* * *

Gina Moreno went over her papers again. She was all set. She’d been accepted to the graduate English program at Chico State. She was so excited she could hardly stand it. She stared at all the boxes strewn over her apartment. She needed to unpack and settle in, but she was hot. It was hot in Chico in the summer. She opted instead to go to the pool for a while.

It was quiet by the pool, which she expected, as it wasn’t a college apartment complex. So most of the residents would be at work on a Friday afternoon. There were a few people there, but not many. She dove into the water. It was cool and felt good against the heat of the day. She got out of the water and lay on a lounge chair.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” a voice said.

She opened her eyes and saw a middle-aged man standing over her.

“Yes,” she said. “I just moved in.”

“Yeah. I’d remember if I’d seen you around. I’m David.”

“Gina,” she said.

“Are you new to town, Gina?” David asked.

“Yes. I just moved here from Illinois.”

“Would you like me to show you around sometime?”

Oh, my God. He was hitting on her. It wasn’t the first time some confused man had made moves on her, but it still made her nauseous every time.

“Thanks, but I have some friends in town that will be showing me around.”

“Okay. Well, if you need anything, I’m in apartment one twenty-seven.”

“Thank you,” she said again, then closed her eyes and left him to go away.

She took a couple more dips in the pool and lay out for close to three hours. She was tired when she finally went back to her apartment. She stripped out of her suit and took a quick shower, then lay down for a nap. When she awoke, it was evening and she was hungry. She searched online for a nice place to eat and decided on a restaurant that sounded good. It was a creperie, and it appeared to have an incredible selection. She didn’t know anyone in town except her advisor. She was a nice woman, and Gina had the feeling she was family. Not wanting to eat alone, she called Brenda and asked her to join her.

“I’d love that,” Brenda said.

“Great. It’ll be my treat for all you’ve done for me.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Please. I insist.”

“Fine. If you insist. I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes?”

“I’ll be there.”

Gina pulled into the parking lot and realized she no idea what kind of car Brenda drove, which meant she had no idea if Brenda was there or not. She didn’t worry about it. She walked into the restaurant to find that Brenda wasn’t there yet. Gina looked around from her seat in the waiting area. Her gaze lighted on a table with three women sitting at it. Two were on one side of the table. One was a redhead and the other an older woman with silver hair. But it was the third woman who caught Gina’s eye. She had cropped blond hair and eyes that sparkled. Gina couldn’t tell their color from the distance, but she was drawn to her. Her insides melted. She felt an immediate and visceral response to her.

“Am I late?” Brenda asked, bringing Gina back to reality and causing her to jump.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Sorry. I was just lost in thought and didn’t notice you come in.”

“Well, I’m here.” Brenda smiled. Brenda was probably forty something with dark hair pulled back into a braid she wore down her back. She was like an old hippie, only not that old, Gina thought. And she had kind green eyes.

They were shown to a table which, as luck would have it, was just across the room from the gorgeous blonde. And she was facing her. Luckily, the woman seemed too involved with the conversation at the table to notice Gina drooling over her. Gina forced her attention away from her and on to Brenda.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me for dinner.”

“No problem. I didn’t have plans and this is my favorite restaurant. Plus, I know it must be hard being new to town. You’ll meet people soon, but for now, you must feel like a fish out of water.”

“I do. Although I did have a nice man offer to show me around today.”

“Oh, really? And what did you say?”

“Let’s just say he wasn’t really my type.”

“No? And what is your type?”

“Um, well…” Gina wasn’t sure what to say. She’d heard Chico State was a fairly liberal college, but the town surrounding it was very conservative. She didn’t know if she should come out to Brenda or not. She decided, what the heck? “I more prefer women.”

“Ah. Well, then he most certainly wasn’t your type then, was he?” She laughed. “I wondered about you. Don’t worry. I’m a lesbian, too, so no judgment from me.”

“Oh, that’s a relief,” Gina said.

The waitress came and took their orders. After she’d walked off, Brenda spoke again.

“Say, there’s a women’s club in town. Would you like to go there after dinner? Just to kind of check it out?”

Gina’s stomach knotted. Was Brenda asking her out? She’d only invited her to dinner because she didn’t know anybody else and Brenda had been very helpful to her. But she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Oh, my God. You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Brenda said. “I realize how that must have sounded. You probably thought you’d been hit on twice in one day. No. I just meant so you can see where it is and maybe meet some people. It wouldn’t be a date.”

Gina sighed in relief.

“Sure, then. That sounds great. I used to go to the women’s club back home all the time. I loved the synergy there.”

“I haven’t been to The Montrose in a while, but the last time I was there, there were a good mix of people. The music was great and it was a lot of fun.”

“Sounds good. Let’s do it.”

As their dinners were being served, Gina watched as the three women at the table she’d been watching stood. The blonde was tall and lean. Gina’s palms almost itched to touch her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t even know the woman. She turned her attention back to Brenda after watching the women walk off and enjoying the trim outline of the blonde’s ass in her cargo shorts.

Gina and Brenda finished their dinners and walked out to the parking lot. It was still in the eighties outside, but at least it was a relief from the hundred degrees earlier.

“So, you want to follow me or ride with me?” Brenda said.

“I’ll follow you. I have to admit, I’m really full from dinner so I don’t know how late I’ll want to stay, but I’ll do my best to party down. Isn’t that what Chico is all about?”

Brenda half smiled, half grimaced.

“That is our reputation, I’m afraid, but we do like having serious students like yourself here, too.”

“Thank you.”

Gina was nervous as she followed Brenda to the club. How was she supposed to act around her? Gina loved to dance. And if someone asked her to dance, she planned on doing just that. Would Brenda be out dancing, too? Or would she expect Gina to sit by her side?

They arrived at the concrete building and parked near each other in the lot. Gina could hear the thumping of music even in the parking lot. She smiled. This really could be fun.

As they walked toward the door, Gina asked, “So do you like to dance?”

“I love to dance.”

“Great. So, we’ll probably both be out there tearing up the dance floor, huh?”

“That’s what I’m imagining.”

They walked inside. There was an elevated area immediately on the left with pool tables. The bar ran along the far left wall. To the right was an elevated area with seating and there were several high tables placed along the dance floor. The tables along the dance floor were full, so Brenda and Gina walked up to the elevated area and found a table there.

“I’ll buy the first round,” Brenda said and headed off to the bar.

Gina settled in to watch the people as they danced and milled around. Her breath caught when she saw the three women from the restaurant sitting at a high table down on the floor. She watched the blonde scan the crowd. Her gaze went right past Gina. She didn’t even stop to look at her. What was up with that? Gina wasn’t conceited by any stretch, but she did know she was an attractive woman. Clearly, the blonde simply hadn’t seen her.

Brenda was back at the table with their drinks.

“See anyone you’d like to dance with?”

“Oh, I’m not picky. I just love to dance. So there are plenty of potential partners here.”

“Good. So, how do you work? Do you usually wait for someone to ask you or do you ask someone?”

“Depends on my mood,” Gina said.

Just then a handsome woman with short dark hair interrupted them.

“Would you like to dance?” she asked Gina.


They cut through the crowd to the center of the floor. Gina at once felt the music move through her. She watched her partner move to the music, but soon closed her eyes and just danced. She raised her arms over her head and danced around, lost in the song. When it ended, she thanked the woman.

“How about another one?” the woman asked.

“Sure. Why not?”

They danced several more songs, and the woman escorted Gina back to her table. She noticed that Brenda was gone and looked around to find her on the dance floor.

“I’m Donna,” the woman Gina had been dancing with said.

“I’m Gina.”

“Nice to meet you, Gina. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure. I’d love a chocolate martini.”

“Coming right up.”

Gina relaxed while she waited for her drink. She scanned the crowd on the floor and found the blonde she’d been lusting over like a schoolgirl all night. She was out there dancing. And she knew how to dance. Gina stared at her and was startled when Donna was back with their drinks. At the same time, Brenda walked up.

“Oh,” Donna said. “Are you two together?”

They both laughed.

“No,” Gina said. “Nothing like that.”

“Good. How’s your martini?”

“It’s really good.”

“I’m glad.”

Donna looked at Brenda.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure. I’d love a lemon drop.”

“You got it.”

Brenda laughed when Donna was out of earshot.

“She seems like she’d do anything to get you in bed. Even buy your friend a drink.”

“Let her,” Gina said.

Donna was back with Brenda’s drink.

“So, what do you ladies do?” Donna asked.

“I work at the university,” Brenda said.

“And I’m a grad student, just waiting for fall semester to start. And what do you do, Donna?”

“I work construction. Specifically, I pour concrete.”

“That sounds like a hard job,” Gina said. “Especially in the heat here.”

“We get most of our work done before the afternoon heat hits.”

“That’s good to know.”

Gina and Donna kept talking. Gina tried to engage Brenda in the conversation, but wasn’t having much luck.

“I hate to break up the party,” Brenda said. “But I’m wiped out. I need to head home. Gina, you can get home from here?”

“No problem. I have my trusty GPS.”

“Good. Good night, you two.”

“Good night, Brenda.”

Gina was attracted to the compact Donna, and she was enjoying talking to her, but her gaze kept seeking out the blonde. The woman had danced with several different women throughout the night, but seemed to have settled on one. Her friends had left, but she seemed comfortable on her own.

“So what’s your major?” Donna was saying.

“Hm? Oh, English.”

“And what are you going to do with you master’s?”

“I don’t know. Teach, I hope. Preferably at a university.”

“Nice. That would be a cool job.”

Their conversation died for a bit. Donna cleared her throat.

“So, Gina, I don’t suppose you’d like to get out of here?”

Gina contemplated her options. She wasn’t the one-night stand kind of girl. But she was horny that night. The blond woman had her all worked up. And Donna was nice. And cute. And had a great body.

“Sure. We can go back to my apartment.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

“You’ll have to bear with me, though. I’ll be relying on my GPS as I don’t know my way around very well.”

Donna laughed.

“No problem. Or you can tell me which apartments you live in and I can probably lead the way.”

“Oh, good call. Let’s do that.”

She told her the name of the apartments.

“Sure I know where those are,” Donna said. “I helped build them. Follow me.”

Gina got in her car and followed Donna. She was excited. She hadn’t been with a woman in a while, and while she didn’t like to use or be used, she figured they were both after the same thing so there was no harm in spending the night together.

They arrived at her complex. Donna idled next to the entrance to let Gina go inside and lead her to her actual apartment. Gina parked in her spot and got out and waited as Donna found a visitor’s spot.

They walked in together and, once inside, Gina offered Donna a drink.

“I’d love a beer,” Donna said.

Gina went to her refrigerator and took out the last two beers. She was lucky she even had that in there. She handed one to Donna, and then sat next to her on the couch.

“Pardon the boxes,” Gina said. “I haven’t gotten around to unpacking.”

“No wonder I’d never seen you before. You’re brand new to town, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

Donna put her arm around Gina and they drank their beers.

“Well, if you need someone to show you around…”

“Thanks. I may take you up on that.”

They finished their beers and Donna pulled Gina close. Gina felt her heart clench as Donna’s lips got closer. It almost leaped out of her chest when their lips met. It had been a long time since she’d reacted that way to a kiss. She wondered how the mysterious blonde kissed, then pushed the thought out of her mind and focused on Donna.

Gina opened her mouth and welcomed Donna’s tongue. Their tongues danced together briefly before Gina came up for air. She needed Donna and didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said.


They made their way down the hall, past more boxes and finally ended up in the master bedroom. Gina hadn’t unpacked in there yet, either, but she hoped Donna wouldn’t notice anything but the bed.

They hurriedly undressed each other and fell into bed, lips and limbs moving over each other. Donna finally had Gina on her back with her legs spread wide. She climbed between them and Gina braced herself for the pleasure she was sure to come. She could feel Donna’s warm breath on her and could feel herself swell in anticipation.

And then she felt Donna’s tongue on her. It was an amazing sensation. She lost herself in it. Soon she could feel a ball of pressure in her center. All her energy was located there. She thought of nothing except the pleasure Donna was providing. And then the ball broke loose, shooting the wave of an orgasm throughout her body.

Chapter Three

Gina woke in the morning to an empty bed. She wasn’t upset, though. She hadn’t planned on anything long term with Donna. But then, she smelled coffee. Had Donna made coffee? She wrapped a bathrobe around her and padded out to the kitchen.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Donna said and kissed Gina on the nose. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept great. I can’t believe you made coffee.” She wasn’t comfortable with how at ease Donna seemed in her house.

“I was going to make breakfast, but clearly, you haven’t found the grocery store yet.”

“I know. I need to shop.”

“Well, how about if we shower and then I take you out for breakfast?”

“Really, that’s not necessary.”

“Maybe not, but it’s something I’d like to do.”

Gina was worried. She didn’t want a relationship. Donna was nice enough, and great in bed, but she wasn’t interested in her. Now, she’d have to let her down as gently as she could. She hated mornings after, which is why she seldom did one-night stands.

“Look, Donna…”

“Sh. No talking. Here. Have some coffee, then we talk.”

Gina poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the small kitchen table. Donna joined her.

“Donna, I appreciate what you’re doing. I like you. I think you’re a great person, but I’m really not interested in a relationship.”

“Relationship? Honey, you just moved to town. How could you possibly be ready for anything like that? I had a good time with you and, sure, I’d like to see you again sometime, but I’m not looking for anything long term, either. That’s not my style.”

“Are you sure? Because you’re not acting like that.”

“Why? ‘Cause I got up and made coffee? Or because I’m offering to take a friend, who has no food in her fridge, out to breakfast?”

Gina searched Donna’s eyes and decided to believe her.

“Okay. Sorry, I just didn’t want to have to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Well, you will if you don’t let me shower with you this mornin’.” She winked.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

They made their way through the master bedroom to the bathroom. The shower wasn’t large, but they still easily fit. Gina leaned against the wall while Donna knelt in front of her and again took her to a powerful climax. When she could trust her legs again, they washed off and went to breakfast.

* * *

Crockett woke up to find Sheri, the woman she’d taken home the previous night, still sleeping soundly. She hated to disturb her, but wanted her in the worst way. She was curvaceous and delightful and delicious. All things Crockett looked for in a bedmate. Only, she wasn’t awake. Crockett contemplated waking her, but decided to get up and make coffee instead. Then, when Sheri was awake, she’d take her again.

She made the coffee and decided to bring a cup to Sheri. She had no idea how she liked her coffee, so brought it the way she drank it, with a little chocolate milk in it. When she walked in, Sheri was awake.

“I wondered where you’d disappeared to.”

Sheri sat with the sheet pulled up under her chin. Too bad. Crockett wanted to see her in all her glory again. She could feel herself swelling with need. She handed a cup of coffee to Sheri.

“I didn’t know how you take it.”

Sheri took a sip.

“This is really good.”

“Good. It’s how I take mine.”

She stood there watching Sheri take another sip, and then reached out and touched the top of the sheet.

“May I?” Crockett said.

Sheri blushed.


“Because I want to see you. I love your body and I want you so desperately right now.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

Crockett gave a little tug and the sheet fell down, exposing Sheri’s large breasts and belly.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” she said.

“Thanks. I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body.”

“You shouldn’t be. It’s amazing.”

“Thank you.”

Crockett took Sheri’s coffee cup away from her and placed it on the dresser with her own. She climbed into bed and kissed Sheri on the mouth. She moved lower so she could suck and knead her ample breasts. She suckled Sheri until she couldn’t wait any longer. She kissed down her belly to where her legs met. She sucked Sheri’s clit until Sheri cried out.

And then it was her turn. She was about to explode from need and she’d learned the previous night that Sheri was very skilled at pleasing a woman. She moved her hand to Crockett’s clit and softly stroked it. Crockett arched off the bed, begging for more.

Sheri moved her hand lower and entered Crockett. Crockett moaned in appreciation. Sheri was so deep and felt so good, but Crockett needed more. She reached between her own legs and rubbed her clit while Sheri fucked her and together they took her to an earth-shattering climax.

When she’d caught her breath and had come to her senses, Crockett knew it was time for the awkward good-bye moment.

“Did you want some more coffee?” she said.

“No. I should get going.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. Thanks for last night. It was fun.”

“Yeah it was.”

Sheri got dressed, kissed Crockett, and saw herself out.

Crockett poured another cup of coffee and sat down to ponder what to do with her day. She was starving, so called Melinda to see about breakfast.

“Hello?” Melinda answered the phone.

“Hey. What are you and Terry up to?” Crockett said.

“Nothing. Why?”

“I wondered if you wanted to go get breakfast.”

“Hold on. Let me ask Terry.”

Crockett waited until Melinda came back.

“Sure. We’re up for it. Give us about an hour?”

“Yeah. That’ll give me time to take a shower and have some more coffee.”

“Sounds good. We’ll meet you at Italian Cottage?”

“That sounds great.”

Crockett tossed her phone on the table and drank some more coffee. She got up, took a shower and put on some cargo shorts and an old Tubes T-shirt. She got in her truck and drove to the restaurant. She went in and saw Melinda and Terry.

“Hey, you two,” she said.

“Hey,” Melinda said. “Did you have fun last night?”

“I did. Did you?”

“We did. I really enjoy The Montrose. I don’t know why I never went that often,” Terry said.

“I’m just glad you went last weekend,” Melinda said.

Crockett just looked at them. She was happy for Melinda but thought she could do without the sappy stuff. She wondered what Terry thought of her for taking a woman home with her. Not that she could judge. She took Melinda home the last weekend. But look at them now.

“What happened to the cutie you took home with you?” Terry asked.

“She beat a quick escape after coffee this morning.”

“Ah. Well, from what I’ve heard, you were probably okay with that.”

“Yeah. I’m not looking to settle down just yet.”

“Then there’s no reason for you to try,” Terry said. “Someday, when you least expect it, she’ll wander into your life.”

“We’ll see about that,” Crockett said.

They ate their breakfast and it was time to go.

“So, I don’t suppose I could convince you two to go out again tonight?” Crockett said.

“No,” Terry said. “We’ve got plans. Sorry.”

“No problem. Just thought I’d check.”

Crockett said her good-byes and drove home. She was restless. She had some papers to grade, so she worked on those for a while. She played with Archie and watched some television.

She made herself some dinner and watched more television, but she was bored. She wanted to get her groove on again. She needed the warmth of another woman in her arms. She dressed and headed to the club. It was just after nine and there were plenty of spots in the parking lot, but she could still feel the asphalt thumping to the beat of the music coming from within. She walked in and found an empty bar stool. She ordered a beer and watched the game until the place got more crowded. Then it was fun time.

She turned on her stool and surveyed the women in the club. There were lots of them. A few she knew, a lot she didn’t. They were all beautiful to her, but she did have her type. She liked a woman with some meat on her. She watched the women on the floor moving to the music and knew she needed to join them. She located a woman with a group of others and approached her.

“Excuse me,” she said to the strawberry blonde. “Would you like to dance?”


Crockett took her hand and led her to the floor. It was crowded, but they found a spot on the outside edge and began to dance. The woman moved with grace and elegance. Crockett stopped at one point just to watch her move. She started to dance with her again, dancing close to her so she could brush up against her. She was soft and Crockett thought she was beautiful.

When the music died down, Crockett offered to buy her a drink.

“Sure. I’d love a glass of white wine,” the woman said.

“I’ll be right back.”

She was back in a few minutes with a beer and a glass of white wine for her adorable dance partner.

“I’m Crockett, by the way,” she said.


“That’s an old-fashioned name. I like it. It suits you.”

Genevieve blushed.

“Thanks. And Crockett suits you.”


The music grew loud again, so there was really no point in further conversation.

“You want to dance again?” Crockett called over the music.

Genevieve nodded and allowed Crockett to take her hand once again and lead her to the dance floor. They moved and grooved to several songs, and finally a slow song came on. Genevieve didn’t hesitate to move into Crockett’s arms. Crockett held her close and they moved as one to the song. When the song was over, Crockett ached to have Genevieve. She whispered in her ear.

“Would you like to come home with me?”

Genevieve looked shocked at first and Crockett thought for sure she’d blown it.

“Are you serious?” Genevieve said. “You want to take me home?”

“I am serious. What do you say?”

“Oh, my God. Well, I guess I say yes.”

“You guess?” She wasn’t doing much for Crockett’s ego.

“I’m just so shocked. But I’d love to go home with you.”


Genevieve went over to tell her friends good-bye and walked hand-in-hand to the parking lot with Crockett. She was grinning ear to ear, which attracted Crockett to her even more.

“So, do you have a car?” Crockett asked.

“No, I rode with my friends.”

“No worries. We can take my truck.”

She helped Genevieve into the truck, then climbed in herself.

“You sure about this?” Crockett asked.



Crockett stared at Genevieve for a moment before she started the truck. She took in her light blue eyes and her Kewpie doll lips. She couldn’t wait to get her home.

They pulled into Crockett’s driveway and she was out of the truck and around to Genevieve’s side before she had her door open. She opened Genevieve’s door for her and helped her out of the truck. Crockett pulled her close against her when she was out of the truck.

Crockett walked Genevieve up the walkway that led to the front door. She opened the door and, once she’d closed it behind them, Genevieve moved into her arms. She ran her hands along Crockett’s shoulders and linked her fingers behind her neck. Crockett wrapped her arms around Genevieve and pulled her close.

They kissed then, briefly and tenderly at first. But as the passion overwhelmed Crockett, she pressed Genevieve into her and ground against her. She needed her and wanted her. And she was about to have her. She ran her hands over Genevieve’s full hips and around to cup her ass. Her head was about to explode from her desire. She broke the kiss and stood, breathless, in front of Genevieve.

While Crockett struggled to catch her breath, Genevieve began undressing.

“You don’t have to do that here,” Crockett said. “I do have a bedroom, you know.”

“But I want you here and now.”

What had happened to shy, innocent Genevieve? Crockett didn’t care. She liked this wanton woman standing naked before her. She quickly removed her own clothes and pulled Genevieve to her again. The feel of her soft flesh against her own made her clit twitch. She walked Genevieve back to the couch and eased her down on it. She climbed on top of her and brought her knee up to press it into Genevieve’s center. She was so warm and wet and ready for Crockett.

Genevieve rubbed against Crockett’s knee, fueling the fire inside her. She wanted to take her completely, but didn’t know if she’d be able to on the couch.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be in the bed?” Crockett asked, not sure she could wait that long.

“I don’t want to wait another minute. Touch me, Crockett.”

Crockett touched her then. She expertly stroked Genevieve’s slick clit until she cried out as the first round of orgasms hit. But Crockett wasn’t through. She slid her fingers inside her as deep as she could get. She plunged them in and out until Genevieve was breathing raggedly. Crockett stretched her thumb out and rubbed Genevieve’s clit while she fucked her until Genevieve clamped down around her as her climax racked her body.

“Okay,” Genevieve said when she’d caught her breath. “Now we can go to the bed.”

Crockett climbed off her and helped her to her feet. She led her down the hall to her bedroom. She allowed Genevieve to climb into bed first and then joined her. She climbed between her legs and tasted the remnants of her orgasms. She ran her tongue over her and in her until Genevieve let out another moan letting Crockett know she’d been successful once again.

She climbed up next to Genevieve and moved to put her arms around her.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Genevieve said. “It’s my turn. I get to play with your luscious body.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.”

Genevieve ran her hand down Crockett’s body, stopping to tease her nipples. Crockett drew in a sharp intake of air. If Genevieve kept that up, Crockett would be a goner before the fun even started.

“You like that, huh?” Genevieve grinned.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Mm. Let’s see what else you like.”

She dragged her hand between Crockett’s legs and lazily ran it over all she found. Crockett gritted her teeth to keep from telling her to hurry up. She had her so close and Crockett just wanted relief.

Genevieve finally dipped her fingers inside Crockett. She moved them in and out. Crockett arched off the bed to meet each thrust. Then Genevieve ran her hand over Crockett’s clit and that’s all it took. Crockett’s world exploded into colors as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

They fell asleep finally, and when they woke the next morning, they did it all again. Crockett made Genevieve come over and over. She was so easy to please and so much fun to play with. And then Genevieve returned the favor. When they’d had enough, they showered together, where Crockett decided she hadn’t really had enough. She washed Genevieve thoroughly, then ran her hands between her legs to coax another climax out of her.

The fun over, Crockett wasn’t sure what to do.

“You want to go grab some breakfast or something?” she said.

“That would be great.”

They went to the Italian Cottage and Crockett bought breakfast for both of them. After, Crockett followed Genevieve’s directions and took her home.

“You’re not going to ask for my phone number or anything, are you?” Genevieve sounded so hurt, but wouldn’t it be worse to ask for it and never call?

“Look, Genevieve, last night was fun…”

“Yes, it was. But that’s all it was. I get it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m a big girl. I can handle one-night stands.”


“No problem. Thanks for breakfast,” Genevieve said.

“You’re welcome.”

“See you around?”


Crockett felt like a heel when she got home, but she didn’t want to lead Genevieve on. And she was a nice, pretty, and smart woman. Someone more deserving would surely snatch her up.

Chapter Four

Gina was unpacking boxes the following Friday afternoon when she heard a knock on her door. Her first instinct was to ignore it, but whoever it was knocked again. Who could possibly be at her apartment at five o’clock on a Friday? She felt grimy and gross. She hadn’t even taken a shower yet.

“Hold on!” she finally called. “I’m coming.”

She opened the door to see Donna smiling at her with a six-pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“Housewarming gifts,” she said.


“Before you ‘Donna’ me, I come as a friend. I came to take you to dinner and dancing. I’m not here to seduce you.”

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