I Kissed a Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology

Introduction

Katy Perry’s hit song I Kissed a Girl brought bisexuality to the forefront. I admit I was amazed when I heard my neighbor’s five-year-old daughter singing the entire song, never missing a word or beat. Alternative lifestyles are open for discussion—no longer taboo.
Since Dr. Alfred Kinsey released his first reports on human sexual behavior in 1948, society has been in the process of accepting that almost all healthy men and women have some homosexual tendencies. Instead of hiding these inclinations in shame, it’s time to celebrate our desires and be comfortable in our own skin. No labels, no judgment—only enlightenment and tolerance.
I’m not suggesting that all humans are bisexual. As I have discovered, being aroused by an erotic story doesn’t label anyone. I can get excited reading BDSM, but don’t try spanking me in bed. Because I am passionate about same-sex erotica does not make me bisexual, but it has enhanced my ability to love and accept.
This anthology is a collection of lesbian first-time encounters. I am delighted with the diversity of this collection. I hope you enjoy and share my passion for exploring new boundaries. Regina Perry
July 2009

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Freckles
by C. Margery Kempe

"You want me to do what?" Lea asked with surprise while Keegan grinned at her like a monkey. "With whom?"
"Oh come on, Lea. Isn’t it about time we tried something to jumpstart our sex life?" His words were lazily drawled, but she could tell by the quick twitch of his knee as his foot worked up and down that he was tense with fear she would nix the plan.
Oddly enough, she had also been thinking their sex life had become fairly moribund, but the solution that had presented itself to her was finding a new lover. Keegan just wasn't that interesting when you got right down to it. Despite her initial irritation at his suggestion—after all, wasn't he hinting she wasn't enough for him?—she was intrigued.
"Well, who did you have in mind for this ménage a trois? I don't want some random weirdo picked up at a bar."
Keegan smiled, and at once Lea knew that he had been planning this for some time. "What about Bridey?"
Lea frowned, trying to connect the name to a face. "Is that the brown-haired mousy gal in shipping?"
Keegan laughed. "No, the redhead, the one you said looked like an ad for vacations in Ireland." He looked out the window toward the street as if to effect nonchalance, but Lea wasn't fooled.
"You already asked her, didn't you?" She wasn't sure if she was angry, but it had been convenient of late to act as if she were at times like this. This is how a relationship goes wrong. She felt a twinge of sorrow.
Keegan shrugged. "I may have mentioned it in passing."
Now he was playing with his dinner and Lea wanted to shout at him to stop, but she held in the urge and tried to concentrate on the question before her. Did she want to do this? Did she want to get into bed with Keegan and another woman? How convenient that he assumed that it wouldn’t be a man. Two guys, now that wouldn't have required much debate at all. Bridey? Hmm—she remembered her all right: deep red hair, not quite auburn, milky white skin and a broad galaxy of freckles. Pretty enough for a girl, she supposed, though Lea had never given her much thought.
What would it be like? Lea had certainly showered with other women at the gym and dressed in close quarters on campus, but she had never touched another woman's body intimately. What would another woman's breast feel like? Would it be familiar or strange to run her hands along curves like her own? And touching another girl's clit! How would that be? Lea felt an odd prickle of sexual energy as she thought about it. Fortune favors the bold—wasn't that what they said?