Lesbian Dating Stories - Her Roommates Don't Know

Finally, a date at Anny's place. Weeks of waiting and I'm here, watching her push open the door until two sets of eyes meet ours from inside. She slams it shut. Her roommates came home early. They have no idea Anny likes women, let alone that I'm one of them. She wants me to stay anyway. Whole evening mapped out, she says. So we pretend we don't ache for each other while her roommates orbit around us like clockwork. Movie on the couch, her fingers teasing under the blanket. Dance game on the TV, hips brushing, heat spiking. Dinner on the stove, stolen kisses behind open cabinets. Every time my hand finds skin, one of them appears. I last until the third interruption, then drag Anny down the hall by the wrist. Door locked. Clothes hit the floor. Her mouth opens against mine, hungry, then lower, tasting her. She tastes even better than she sounds. The night just got interesting.