Best Lesbian Romance Of The Year: 1
Publisher: Cleis Press
Story: Like A Breath Of Ocean Blue
By: Elizabeth Black
Publishing Date: June 9, 2015
Romance is as eternally new as the unique connection between lovers, and so too these 18 stories of attraction, desire and passion from best-selling romance authors JL Merrow, Sacchi Green, Giselle Renarde, D. Jackson Leigh, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Radclyffe and others. The stories in Best Lesbian Romance 2015 will have you falling in love with love all over again. A celebration of the swooning sensation of a first crush, the dizzying feel of a first touch and the raw electric elation of sexual passion are all captured here.
There was something magical about the ocean in the height of summer. Warm air crackled around me, as if the sky knew this day was going to be special. I stood by the store's back door, drinking a cup of coffee and watching the gulls bob up and down on the ocean's waves.
I minded the t-shirt store Monday through Friday from nine to five. Today, being Friday, was a special day. My heart thundered in my chest. She'll arrive any minute. This was the first time I had interest in a woman more than merely daydreaming about her. I fingered the necklace in my pocket. Am I being too forward giving it to her? What if she doesn't like women? I'd longed for a woman's touch for many years but never found an opportunity until I met Malena.
Malena, her name was an elixir on my lips. Ma - le - na. An orgasm in my mouth. Like a breath of ocean blue, she caught me in the pull of her riptide. Malena, whose hair fell down her back like dark rain during a midnight storm. Her sun-kissed skin glowed the color of the coffee and cream I sipped every morning. I admired her body from afar; a swell of broad hips that kissed her waist the way I wanted to; shoulders broad enough for me to rest my head upon; breasts so full I could get lost in all that delicious cleavage.
How I longed for Malena, but I was too chicken-hearted to make a move.
She was a virago on the waves of the churning ocean. Try as I might, I couldn't keep up with her. No one could. After all, how do you hold the wind in your hands? She slipped through; teasing, tormenting, and a light-hearted laugh burst from her supple lips each time she saw the agony she put me in.
She ran a finger down my cheek, bringing prickly heat to the surface. I probably glowed as red as a burn by now.
"Your shyness is so sweet. I love it!" She said. "I've taken notice of your lovely gifts of coffee and danish, and I know they're more than courtesies of a work colleague. I may not have said a word, but I'm not naive."
When she spoke, her voice was so soft I barely heard her but her words revealed my deepest, most intimate fantasies. Her fingers weaved through my hair, pulling my head towards hers. Her eyes aflame gazed into mine, and I felt as if she touched my very soul.
"I know you've wanted to do this for a very long time. So have I. The difference between us is I take what I want."
Her lips brushed against mine, cool in the warm summer heat. I closed my eyes and lost myself in her kiss. The scent of ocean surf mingled with her crisp perfume. Lips parted, and tongues danced a salsa around each other. I had never before kissed a woman. Her lips were feather soft, like pillows pressing against my own lips. So unlike a man's. Her delicate cheek brushed against my chin, so smooth. For once a face brushed my own that was not covered with stubble.
This was where I belonged - in Malena's arms, wrapped in her sumptuous curves.
"You don't have to be downstairs for another fifty minutes." She whispered against my throat. The warm breath on my skin made me break out in goosebumps. "I can help you pass the time. It will fly by quickly."
"Too quickly," I said as I stroked her back. She felt smaller than she looked; a tiny thing ready to burst out of her own skin. At long last, I felt the weight of Malena's supple body in my arms. Her full breasts pressed against my chest. Her arms wrapped around me like trembling vines around a solid oak. Despite her casual attitude, she was as nervous about our tryst as I was. How many times had she miscalculated the interest of a woman she desired? At least this time, her hunch was correct.