Lonely Librarian - F/f Lesbian Romance, Hardcore Seduction, Sexual Content, XXX Erotica

Janice is a lonely, heterosexual librarian. After she meets Phoebe (on the rebound from Amy) things get a little steamy... Excerpt: . She brushed a dark curl out of the corner of her mouth, and then her hand disappeared under the blanket. I knew where it was headed as I began to read again: Minerva's hands roamed my body, searching for my hidden recesses of pleasure. Her fingertips caressed my legs, my back, my bottom, and my bosom. "Bosom!" Phoebe cackled. "Does it really say 'bosom'?" "Don't blame me, I'm just reading," I said innocently. "Very well, continue, if you must." "Make love to me, Minerva," I cooed, though in truth she already was, what with her hand exploring the deep recesses of my sex. I cupped the lovely mounds of her breasts and brought one to my lips, teasing the swollen point with my tongue. Phoebe, I saw, now had her eyes closed and I could see her hand moving under the blanket. She shifted around on the sofa, and when her hand reappeared, it was clutching her blue panties, which she tossed aside unceremoniously. I continued. Suddenly, a small climax shook my body, and I kissed Minerva fiercely and told her, "You gave me a great pleasure." She smiled and said, "That was only a small pleasure. There will be many great pleasures to come." She leaned me back onto my bed and began kissing my nipples in turn. "Oh, God," Phoebe moaned, her hand moving even faster now. I took a deep breath and realized with a start that I could smell her, a dense, womanly smell. In part, I was glad for the thick quilt concealing her actions, but another part of me wanted to see everything. The tail of the blanket was within my reach. What would happen if I tugged? I held the book in one hand and gave a tentative jerk of the blanket with the other. Phoebe looked up at me, but didn't seem to mind--indeed, she flashed me an angelic smile and kept her arm moving. While I read (Minerva's mouth grazed dangerously close to Ella's "sex"), I pulled the blanket slowly and steadily downwards. When Phoebe's waist was uncovered, she crooked an eyebrow at me as if to say, "Are you sure?" I nodded and gave a confident tug. The blanket fell to the floor. I paused my reading to look over at what I had done. Phoebe's legs were spread at a small angle, and her hand was digging around eagerly at her vagina, pink and wet, furred with a thick coat of black hair. I gasped. I knew what a woman's genitals looked like, but I didn't expect to find Phoebe's so pretty. "You have a beautiful vagina," I whispered. "That's not from the book. You really do. Should I read some more?" "No, just look at me," Phoebe groaned. I could see her swollen clitoris peeking out between the lips of her vagina, and she stroked it...