Lorna leaves her long-term boyfriend behind when she starts college, only to find herself drawn to blonde, busty Becky. But, as she quickly learns, trying to have the best of both worlds is never easy.
Lorna loves her boyfriend, Ant, and she’s never considered herself truly attracted to women. All the same, her intense lust for another girl turns her world upside down, and forces her to question everything. As Lorna embarks on a journey of discovery and awakening, her path is paved with guilt—and plenty of desire—but will she ever come clean with those she cares about?
An Excerpt From: RED WINE AT BEDTIME
Copyright © CHASTITY VICKS, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Lydian Press
We hadn’t started off talking about anything in particular, but we’d drifted into girly gossip—who was doing whom, and how long it had been since either of us had got anything—and my gaze kept slipping to that little glimpse of cleavage. I didn’t even notice I was doing it at first. They were just there… these big, luscious breasts that pressed gently against the edge of the table; soft, round globes barely restrained by the thin fabric of her top. I blinked as I realized what I was thinking, and tried not to let myself blush, but it felt like the room was closing in on me, and sweat broke out at the base of my spine.
What was I doing? Why was my mind throwing out these curveball thoughts? And, more importantly, how could I distract myself from them?
I didn’t think Becky had noticed but, as I glanced at her face—and it was a struggle to tear myself away from the two objects that had been commanding my attention, I can tell you—she was smiling at me over the rim of her wineglass. Her lip-gloss had worn off slightly, leaving a sticky smear on the glass, but it still made her mouth sparkle, and I almost couldn’t breathe because she was so beautiful. It seemed amazing that I’d never noticed it before, and yet I wondered why I should, and why—of all things—I should notice it just then.
I shifted against the hard, cheap wooden chair, my pussy growing warm in a room that felt hotter than ever, and I told myself that I shouldn’t have had so much wine. That must have been it, right? I was drunk. I wasn’t crushing on my friend… she’d have laughed at me, because I wasn’t attracted to women, and Becky knew that. We’d simply been spending time together as friends; she hadn’t been trying to seduce me and, in any case, I had a boyfriend.
I was straight. All right, I could appreciate a woman’s beauty, but no more than anyone else. I wasn’t attracted to girls, not in that way… and yet I couldn’t tear my gaze from her breasts, or stop thinking about the way they’d feel against my lips.
“Hey, Lorna,” Becky murmured over the rim of her wineglass, fixing me with a warm, slightly hazy stare. “Are you checking out my boobs?”
I blinked, hard. I thought the rough red wine must finally have rotted my brain, because I couldn’t possibly have heard what I thought I just had. Panic pulled at my senses, and my mouth began to work uselessly over words that came out as nothing more than a garbled stammer… and then there I was, staring at her chest again.
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