Selena Kitt is a TOP 15 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.
Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!
When her new neighbor, Gina, moves in, shy Nancy gets invited to her pool party, but she isn’t quite ready for all the attention she gets in the bikini that Gina’s loaned her. And she definitely isn’t ready for that drunken, crazy point in the party when everyone abandons their bathing suits altogether! Nancy hides in a cabana until Gina comes to find her and slowly and deliciously convinces her that being naked isn’t such a bad thing after all!
Selena Kitt Single Short Story—Big Bang! (approx 8000 words)
Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!
“Well here you are.”
Nancy half-sat, still dazed from sleep. “I’m sorry. I just…”
“I should have told you.” Gina sat beside her on the long, padded bench. The top of the cabana was canvas, attached higher than the paneled cedar walls, letting in both light and sound. The party was still going on, from the sound of it, but it was more subdued. “Everyone knows clothing is optional at my pool parties.”
“I should go home.” Nancy stood, but Gina stopped her, taking her wrist and tugging her slowly away from the door.
“You don’t want to go out there.”
Nancy swallowed, looking down at where Gina was circling her wrist with her hand. Her touch was so hot it almost burned. “Why not?”
“Everyone’s having sex.” Gina smirked. “Poor Mr. Desoto. He’s going to have a stroke.”
“Oh.” She blinked, relenting to Gina’s gentle tug and sitting beside her on the bench. Their thighs were touching, and the incredible softness of her neighbor’s skin was a shock to her system, making her breath come a little faster.
“I’m sorry if you’re shocked.” Gina leaned in a little, pressing her shoulder into Nancy’s, nudging her.
“Oh… no. I’m not. Not really.” Nancy protested, but the smirk on Gina’s face just grew, her eyebrows rising with every denial.
“Really?” Gina stood, taking her neighbor’s hand and heading for the door. “You want to join in then?”
“No, no!” Nancy shook her head furiously, pulling on Gina’s hand, desperate.
“No…” Gina smiled, coming to stand in front of her neighbor, and Nancy found herself face-to-face with her perfectly shaped navel. She gazed up, up, up, past the swell of Gina’s breasts in her white bikini top, meeting her neighbor’s twinkling eyes. “Maybe we should start in here first?”
“Start?” Nancy squeaked, swallowing as Gina sank slowly to her knees, making them eye-level now, so close she could smell the alcohol on her breath, something light and fruity. Nancy could still taste her last drink, and she was feeling that light, floaty feeling she got whenever she drank, which wasn’t often.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Gina breathed before bridging the gap between them with a kiss. Her mouth was soft and open, her lips like velvet, Gina’s hands on either side of the bench, not touching her, just kissing. Nancy realized about halfway through that it most delightful thing that had ever happened to her as Gina’s tongue found its way between her lips, exploring.
Nancy just blinked when they parted, unable to say a word. Taking her silence as consent, Gina bridged the gap again, kissing her, this time putting her hands on Nancy’s hips, her fingers dancing along the curve of her waist, and then, oh then, cupping her breasts. Gina’s thumbs grazed her nipples through the red material of her borrowed bikini, and Nancy moaned into her neighbor’s mouth.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Gina breathed as they parted, her thumbs still rubbing, back and forth. Nancy just moaned again, looking at her through half-closed eyed. It had been so long, too long, since anyone had touched her—even just a hug or a kiss on the cheek—that her senses were overloaded with the attention.