by
Daily Hollow
@daily_hollow
@daily_hollow
Blurb:
Leslie Montgomery is
a wild woman. She enjoys partying, playing pool, and the occasional anonymous
fling. Content with her life, she has absolutely no plans to settle down.
Then, after a night
of heavy drinking, Leslie wakes up in bed with the beautiful and mysterious
Gretchen. In denial over her attraction to women, Leslie starts seeing Stanley,
a handsome man she once had a one-night stand with. When she signs up for an
exercise class taught by Gretchen, it becomes increasingly difficult for Leslie
to deny her feelings.
Complicating
matters, Leslie begins to develop feelings for Stanley. He's pleasant to be
around, funny, and drives a kick-ass car! Stanley had also had his heart broken
on a few occasions, at times making Leslie feel guilty.
A comedy of errors
arises as she goes on dates with Stanley, while continuing to hang out with
Gretchen. She struggles to keep her love interests a secret from her friends.
Leslie must make a
decision between the easy-going, hardworking man who adores her and the fascinating
woman she has begun to crave. Sexy Stanley or gorgeous Gretchen: who will
Leslie choose?
"Damn, that's three straight," Donna said as Leslie made an incredible bank shot on the eight ball to finish the match.
Leslie smiled. Since it was a week night, she and Donna were
the only two left at the bar. It was Donna who had hooked her up with the fake
ID, and Donna who'd given her the Johnny Archer Scorpion pool cue as a birthday
gift.
"I guess I owe you another shot," Donna said as
she made her way toward the bar. Leslie enjoyed hanging around her. Not only
was she pretty good at pool, she drove a bad-ass Harley, and could drink most
guys under the table.
"I guess I can handle one more," Leslie said.
Though her apartment was only a mile away, and she carried a blade and two
bottles of mace, Leslie wasn't too keen on walking home alone. Especially shitfaced.
As though she had read her mind, Donna offered Leslie a ride when she returned
with their drinks—a ride Leslie gladly accepted.
"Here's to the best pool player in all of Cary,"
Donna said, holding up her glass.
"Here's to the craziest bitch in all of North
Carolina," Leslie replied, then downed the drink. She closed her eyes as
the whiskey burned its way down her throat.
"Let's get outta here," Donna said. Leslie grabbed
her cue and followed her friend out the door. Leslie admired the array of tattoos
that covered Donna's toned body like a map. She found one particular tattoo on
her shoulder fascinating. It was of a raven strangling Bugs Bunny with its
long, sharp talons. Leslie always wanted to ask her what she had against Bugs.
Once they reached Donna's Harley, she handed Leslie a
helmet. She sucked in a breath when Donna reached out and wiped a few strands
of hair from her bangs.
Donna smiled. "All that beautiful hair shouldn't be
falling in your eyes. It would make for a very uncomfortable ride."
Leslie remained frozen as Donna slowly brushed her hair
back. She wanted to pull away, but her feet remained grounded. Leslie gasped
when Donna grabbed a fist full of hair, then yelled out when her friend tugged
hard enough to tilt her head.
"You don't even know how beautiful you are, do
you?" Donna whispered.
Leslie didn't answer. She felt like a deer in headlights.
Donna's brown eyes were filled with lust, her dyed blonde hair and dark roots
shining under the lamp light.
Leslie's breathing increased as Donna's face slowly made its
way toward hers. Leslie wanted to break free and run but was unable to move.
Her face flushed as a tingling sensation vibrated deep in her sex.
What's happening?
"You ever been with a woman?" Donna asked. Her
voice was raspy, yet sexy. Her breath smelled of cigarettes and whisky. Leslie
swallowed several times before shaking her head.
"I always liked you," Donna purred.
Leslie again closed her eyes as Donna ran her fingers under
her chin. Her arms broke out in goose bumps, while her legs shook.
"Can I kiss you?"
Leslie wanted to say yes.
I'm not a lesbian!
"Please say yes," Donna said. Leslie let out a
small squeal when Donna's long nails gently caressed her throat. "Pretty
please," she whispered, her nails were now trailing along Leslie's
cleavage.
Leslie shifted her body as electricity shot through her sex.
"I'm not…a lesbian," she managed to say.
"But I am," Donna said.
Leslie moaned when the other woman lightly flicked her
nipple.
"Your nipples are so hard, Leslie. Surely you want me
as badly as I want you?"
Leslie blinked. "Donna, you're my friend."
"I know," she said, her breath hitching. "But
I really want to be your lover."
Leslie closed her eyes. Donna now had her entire hand inside
her bra.
Leslie moaned. "But you're a woman."
Donna massaged her breast.
"Please, Donna, don't," Leslie panted, though her
body was begging for more.
Donna grinned. "Are you sure?"
Leslie wasn't. In fact, Leslie wasn't sure about much of
anything. Her body felt as though it was about to explode.
"Do I not make you feel good? I think I do. Really
good."
Leslie shook her head. She was both aroused and confused.
One moment Leslie was laughing, playing pool, drinking, and having fun—then
suddenly she was being groped in the parking lot by her close friend.
"Kiss me," Donna whispered.
Leslie closed her eyes and tilted her head forward. Donna's
lips were surprisingly soft. Leslie's legs nearly gave out when Donna's tongue
slid between her lips. She had once smelled the Jack Daniels and Marlboros on
Donna's breath, now Leslie was tasting them.
Leslie pulled back when Donna's hand went up her skirt.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" Donna whispered.
Leslie blinked several times, then stepped back. She took a
few breaths, trying to gather her bearings.
"No," Leslie said. She then shook her head.
"No," she repeated. "I thought we were just going to kiss."
Donna took a step forward. She was breathing hard, her eyes
gleaming, her small but firm breasts straining against her tight tube top.
"I want to fuck you against my Harley."
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I had to reread the blurb - sexy Stanley or Gorgeous Gretchen and we are talking about Donna? This woman must be hot stuff :) Congrats Daily.
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