Sexy story excerpt from Fiona Zedde's The Magical Femme

The third good bit. In this black lesbian erotic story two femmes enjoy a pre-dinner tryst that's even tastier than what's to come.

"My heart is beating fast. My panties are soaking. My lips tingle under the slow and firm caress of her fingers, a caress I feel an echo of between my legs. As much as I love kissing, my lips are not this sensitive. Not usually. I know I’m breathing fast but I can’t stop myself, can’t stop the flick of my tongue that wets her fingers. I feel her quick intake of breath against my back, her chest quickly rising and falling." 

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Fiona Zedde was born under the Jamaican sun but now makes her home in Spain. Since getting the writing bug, she’s published around thirty books and short stories, mostly of black lesbian romance, including two Lambda Literary Award finalists. Her novel Dangerous Pleasures was winner of the About.com Readers’ Choice Award for Best Lesbian Novel or Memoir.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits.

Speaker 2 (00:14):
This excerpt from Fiona Zetti's The Magical fin is brought
to you by the Goodbits dot Com.

Speaker 3 (00:22):
I opened the door with a smile. Derek's key in
my hand, right on time, But it's not him. Fuck.
Scottie stands in the doorway with a smile of her own.

Speaker 1 (00:38):
Is this how you answer the door?

Speaker 3 (00:40):
Her gaze sweeps my body from head to toe, taking
in my full coverage vintage bra, the few inches of
my stomach on display, before moving down to the high
waisted black slacks and my bare feet with the toes
painted red. The look she gives me makes me feel

(01:03):
naked and soft around the edges, vulnerable, and just a
little horny. Her simple outfit of a wrap around silk
dress and peeptoe high heels, both in black, leaves me
tongue tied. Did she wear such an easy to remove

(01:24):
outfit on purpose? Is she planning on being the femme tonight?
You're early. I clutched the edge of the door so
tight my finger's hurt. I thought you were someone else.

Speaker 1 (01:40):
Now I'm really intrigued.

Speaker 3 (01:42):
Scottie doesn't wait for me to invite her in. She
closes the door behind her locks. It takes a quick
look around before bringing her gaze right back to me. Nice,
and I know she's not talking about my little condo.

(02:03):
The urge to stammer out something stupid is strong, but
I strangle it back and sweep.

Speaker 1 (02:10):
Out my arm. Come in.

Speaker 3 (02:12):
I only need a few more minutes to put on
my makeup and finish getting ready. Just her presence in
my place is causing chaos all through my body. Had
I really been stupid enough to think she had no
effect on me, that we had no chemistry? With just
one look from her, I'm ready to conbust. Would you

(02:37):
like a drink while you eate?

Speaker 1 (02:40):
I have just go get ready.

Speaker 3 (02:43):
She steps even closer, showing her white teeth and a
smile that's probably dropped dozens of panties over the years
since mine threatened to be the next to hit the floor.
I immediately turned to do what she says. Okay, give
me a few minutes. My heart is beating wild and fast,

(03:06):
so fast it scares me, but I swallow and rush
into the bedroom, the blush still high in my face.
I'm not dark skinned enough for it to blend in,
and I wonder if she thinks I'm some clueless virgin
to blush at the drop of a hat or the
ring of a doorbell and the bedroom. I quickly run

(03:30):
my fingers through my hair, grateful that the curly dreadlocks
already fall in a decently attractive way.

Speaker 1 (03:37):
Don't rush, honey.

Speaker 3 (03:39):
She'd followed me in on high heels, silenced by the
carpet in my bedroom. Another cool glance around her, around me,
and she smiles again.

Speaker 1 (03:52):
Yes, very nice.

Speaker 3 (03:57):
She moves closer until her is only inches from my back.
I stare at the reflection of us in the full
length mirror, at the way she towers over me, devours
me with her eyes. Goosebumps rush over my skin.

Speaker 1 (04:17):
God, you're even prettier than I remember.

Speaker 3 (04:20):
Standing behind me, she clasps her cool hands around my
upper arms and I shiver.

Speaker 1 (04:30):
How is that even impossible?

Speaker 3 (04:33):
And she leans closer, sniffs my hair, nudges aside the
thick fall of dreadlocks with her chin, and buries her
nose in that tender spot between my ear and shoulder. Delicious, Jesus,

(04:53):
Suddenly I'm so wet I could probably slide all the
way to the damn restaurant again. Why did I think
I wouldn't be attracted to her once I saw her again.
Sometimes I am such an idiot. I feel her smile
against my skin and I'm absolutely frozen, still held captive

(05:18):
between the light manacles of her hands on my shoulders
and the press of her lips against my skin. My
belly rocks with lust, and I shift my thighs to
ease the ache, then choke out a gasp when she
playfully bites my neck. Okay, so maybe Scottie, being as

(05:42):
big of a fem as me doesn't matter as much.
You're so responsive. She presses her teeth into my skin
once twice, and I can't help my horrorsh sigh. The
fall of my to the side to give her unrestricted

(06:02):
access to my throat, my collarbone, any place she wants.
Her tongue traces the line of my neck and I shiver.
I'm wet and hot and confused as hell. The crotch

(06:22):
of my panty's feels almost uncomfortably tight. What is it
about this woman?

Speaker 1 (06:30):
Why her come back to me?

Speaker 3 (06:32):
Love?

Speaker 1 (06:33):
Don't escape into your mind. I want you here with me.

Speaker 3 (06:38):
Her hands slide slowly down my arms, stirring more goose bumps.

Speaker 1 (06:44):
You didn't put on any makeup yet. That's convenient, isn't it.

Speaker 3 (06:49):
I don't, I don't what. My mind spins in useless circles.
Whatever was poised to leave my mouth has already left
my brain. Her fingers nudge my lips apart. Your mouth
is so pretty, she strokes my mouth, and I can

(07:12):
only stand in her grip like I'm hypnotized, watching in
the mirror as she parts my lips with her long
and blue tipped fingers. I smell the new lacquer of
a fresh manicure on her nails, taste the faint bitterness.
My heart is beating fast. My panties are soaking, my

(07:39):
lips tingle under the slow and firm caress of her fingers,
a caress I feel an echo off between my legs.
As much as I love kissing, my lips are not
this sensitive, Not usually. I know I'm breathing fast, but

(08:02):
I can't stop myself, can't stop the flick of my
tongue that wets her fingers. I feel her quick intake
of breath against my back, her chest quickly rising and falling.
She slips her fingers more deeply into my mouth. Suck baby,

(08:25):
and I suck. Her fingers are slightly salty, bitter, and
smooth from the fresh nail polish. I moan around the
slide of her fingers. What's she doing? If her plan
is to get them wet so she can finger me,

(08:48):
she doesn't have to bother. I'm so wet. She could
shove her entire fist in me and it would slide
in as smooth as a cherry through whipped cream. And
I would love it. God, I would fucking love it.
Now I'm moaning like I'm getting paid for it, squeezing

(09:13):
my thighs together and silently begging her to touch me
down low. She grips my hips and pulls me back
against her. Then her fingers moved down to smooth along
the cotton of my slacks, tracing me from the top
edge of the pants, down my hip bone, along my thigh,

(09:41):
and down to my knee. She's not even touching skin,
and I'm ready to explode.

Speaker 1 (09:49):
Suck my fingers a little more, baby, get them nice
and wet.

Speaker 3 (09:56):
I suck until I'm drooling around her face, spit dripping
between them, and when they're wet enough to her satisfaction,
she pulls them free of my mouth with an obscene pop,
tugs my braw down and swipes her wet fingers over

(10:18):
my already hard nipple. One grace my knees buckle, and
she grips me effortlessly, bites my ear. Her teeth flash
against her red, red lipstick, and she smiles. Next time,

(10:40):
her breath traces my ear.

Speaker 1 (10:43):
Next time, when I come over, before you put on
your makeup, I'll have you on your knees.

Speaker 3 (10:52):
Her wet fingers tug at my nipple. Circlet press into it?

Speaker 1 (11:00):
Would you like that?

Speaker 3 (11:02):
God? Fucking damn. The pleasure zips through me, intense and overwhelming. Yes,
I love. A pinch on my nipple cuts off my
words in a sharp cry. Her name rushes from my mouth,

(11:24):
and in this moment, I'm willing to give her anything
as long as she delivers on the promise of her
hands on my breast. I moan her name again, and
she smiles at me in the mirror, licks around the
shell of my ear. Oh, sweetheart, she bites my hair again.

(11:47):
If you get any more perfect, I'm gonna have to
take you home to my mama. Her hand touches my
bare belly, and my skin clenches and shocked, arousal. When
did she unzip? My thoughts fall away again with the
determined slide of her hands into my pants over the

(12:11):
black lace underwear. The cloth blunts her touch, and I
sob and frustration, even as a part of me is
shocked at how needy and desperate I sound for another femme.
Sweet Jesus, Her fingers finally slide over my aching clit

(12:35):
that already feels exposed and needy through the black lace.
I love how wet you are. Her finger stroke me
through the lace, tracing the bulge of my swollen Clith
has all this for me. Yes, the word hovers somewhere,

(12:56):
just out of reach, and I can only knock body
limp yet electrified, all of me desperately wanting her touch.
Her fingers are magic, hot and firm. They press my
clip through the underwear, and I'm so wet it's embarrassing.

(13:21):
Even through the cloth, I can hear the liquid slide
of my lips, so swollen, so tender, begging for more
of her touch. I'm moaning louder now, and I should
feel ashamed, But in the mirror, she looks so pleased,

(13:44):
her lips parted in pleasure. Her eyelashes dropping low over
passion dark eyes. Then her fingers are under the lace,
A light touch over my clip that feels as powerful
as the long and firm stroke of a tongue. I

(14:09):
buck and cry out. She hums and satisfaction.

Speaker 1 (14:16):
Fuck, you're perfect.

Speaker 3 (14:18):
Her fingers light me up with sensation, all pleasure. A
thumb stroking my clip, fingers firm inside me, her spit
wet but drying, fingers still tugging on my nipple to
the rhythm of her thumb on my clip. My legs

(14:41):
are shaking, My world is tilting off its axis. God, already,
I'm so damn close, my ass cheeks clenched tight. I'm
on my tiptoes, pushing back into her, moaning loud enough

(15:03):
to call the cops, my entire body singing with lust,
a tight and aching bow of almost there bliss. Her
nails rake over my nipples, one after the other, then squeeze.
The pain is sharp and so damn good. I cry

(15:28):
out again. But maybe I never stopped. In the mirror,
we look like a pornographer's photograph. Scottie behind me, with
her red lips at my ear, one hand shoved in
my red bra the other buried in the black lace
of my panti's fingers stroking. My face is slack with

(15:55):
mindless lust, mouth damp and open, and my belly heaving
from the comb that's racing toward me like a bullet
to deliver my little death.

Speaker 1 (16:09):
Come for me, baby.

Speaker 3 (16:12):
She whispers the words soft and low at my ear,
Just like that.

Speaker 1 (16:19):
I want to bury my face in your pussy and
smear my lipstick all over your cut until your thighs
tremble around my ears. I want all that.

Speaker 3 (16:32):
Her fingers pluck my clip like a mandolin.

Speaker 1 (16:36):
But I'll settle for this for now.

Speaker 3 (16:41):
She bites my ear, and the red imprint of her
lipstick there weakens my knees even more.

Speaker 1 (16:49):
But next time I'll come, and it doesn't matter what
I'm wearing or how much makeup I have on. I'll
push you on your back and fuck this hot count
of yours with my tongue.

Speaker 3 (17:04):
Oh I come, my core gushing wetness, tightening and tangling,
my senses all blanking out in one moment, only to
come back online in one overwhelming rush. My breath heaving,

(17:27):
heart drumming in my ears, skin damp with sweat, lips
dry under the helpless swipe.

Speaker 1 (17:37):
Of my tongue until you scream my name. Just like that.

Speaker 3 (17:45):
In the mirror, a half moon of sweat gleams above
Scotti's top lip. The edges of her elegant updoo are damp,
and she looks as undone as I feel. I'm a mess.
My thighs tremble like I just finished running a marathon,

(18:08):
and I'm breathless, able to do nothing but lean back
against her and gasp, grateful for her support. Slowly I
stand on my own shaking legs and reach for her,
ready to show her as much pleasure as she showed me,

(18:29):
but she takes my hand in hers. Later, Baby, her
lips cork up, and that smile I'm becoming familiar with.

Speaker 1 (18:38):
I don't want as much my lipstick.

Speaker 3 (18:40):
I lick my lips. I'm not offering anything that would
involve those lips, and I go limp, preparing to slide
to my knees in front of her. The image her
hot words conjured burning inside me. I want to make

(19:00):
her come. The desperation for its surprising me with its intensity.

Speaker 1 (19:06):
Baby, As much as I'd love to take advantage of
your generous nature, we have reservations.

Speaker 2 (19:17):
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(19:40):
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