FF Regina Stewart - Lesbian Playhouse

18+ Sexual Content, graphic sex, adult entertainment.

Treat yourself to over 1000 pages of contemporary erotic lesbian fiction by some of today's best authors, including Audrey Hart and Stacie Monroe. The stories in this collection range from relatively short, to a complete novel and everything in between.



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After School
by Stacie Monroe

Kimberly allowed Ted to hold her hand as he led her up the front steps of his parent’s house and through the screen door. They were both seniors in high school, and although they had known each other casually for years, this was the first time they’d ever gotten together outside of school. It was Ted’s idea. He’d been pestering her for a date for several days now and she’d finally given in, even though she really wasn’t interested in him.

“Come on in,” he said, pulling her across the threshold. He was an athletic kid, maybe ten pounds overweight with short dark hair and the early stages of a goatee. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, as always.

Kimberly stepped inside, beginning to wish she had been more adamant about not wanting to go out with him. It was a mistake she’d never made before and promised herself she’d never make again. She didn’t even like him. She considered herself to be more of an intellectual and preferred the company of those at least as mature as herself.

She was a very attractive young lady, with long dark hair and icy blue eyes. She was thin and wore a white blouse and pants, with matching white boots. It was rare that someone passed her by without turning their head.

Inside the living room, a youthful middle-aged woman was sitting on the couch watching TV. She smiled at them as they entered.

“Hey, mom,” said Ted. “This is Kimberly, the girl I was telling you about.”

“Hi Kimberly. Nice to meet you.”

Kimberly smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you, too.” She noticed with surprise that Ted’s mother had the exact same icy blue eyes as her.

“We’re going to go in my room for a little while,” Ted explained. “Then we’re going out.”

“Alright. Let me know if I can get you two anything.” She smiled at Kimberly, and for a second Kimberly thought she recognized the woman from somewhere, but the feeling quickly passed. She appeared surprisingly young to be the mother of an eighteen year old. Kimberly thought she looked to be not much older than 30, and extremely beautiful.

“Okay,” Ted said. He pulled Kimberly down the hall and into his bedroom.

The room was a mess, with clothes all over the bed and floor, empty soda cans on the desk and video game boxes scattered haphazardly on every available surface. If any homework ever got done in the room, there was no evidence of it.

“Have a seat,” Ted said. There was only one chair.

“Where?”

He motioned to the bed. “How about there?”

“I don’t think so.”

He rubbed her arm, clumsily. “Come on. Quit pretending you don’t like me.”

“I’m not pretending,” she said. She decided she wanted to leave. “I think I changed my mind about this. I’d better go.”

“No! Please don’t!” He clutched her arm this time, a worried look on his face. “I really like you, Kim.” He licked his lips, staring at her. “I mean, I really like you.”

“I get it,” she said, jerking her arm free. “Don’t grab me again.”

“I’m sorry. I just…” He couldn’t stop looking at her. “You’re really pretty.”

“Thank you. I’m going now.” She took a step toward the door and suddenly Ted grabbed her from behind and began pulling her toward the bed. Kim screamed, batting at him with her small purse.

“Shut up!” he yelled. “My mother is going to hear you!”

She screamed louder and clawed at his face. Two of her fingernails cut small gashes down his cheek but he hardly noticed. He shoved her against the bed and began trying to kiss her.

“Get off of me!” She was terrified. She’d never thought something like this would happen.

“Quit fighting,” he said. “Just give me ten minutes.”

“You’re disgusting.” She twisted away and fled for the door.

Just as she reached it, it flew open and Ted’s mother was standing there looking horror-stricken. “What’s going on?”

Kimberly stepped to her side. “He tried to rape me!”

“I did not!” Ted yelled. “It was just a kiss!”

“He shoved me on the bed and...and...” She was shaking and nearly hysterical.

Ted’s mother stepped further into the room. For one terrible moment, Kimberly thought she was going to grab her and help her son have his way with her. Instead, she walked right up to Ted and slapped him hard across the face. She used enough force to rock his head to one side and leave a big red imprint on his cheek. “How dare you!”

“I didn’t! All I did --”

She slapped him again, even harder. He looked on the verge of tears. “Don’t you ever touch someone against their will! You rotten pig!” She looked almost sick with rage, and Kimberly was shocked when she slapped him yet again. The sound was remarkably loud in the small room.

Ted dropped to his knees, covering his head. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You better be sorry!” She looked at Kim. “I’m sorry, too.” She rushed to her and pulled her into a gentle hug, trying to comfort her. “He’s never done this before. My god, you’re trembling!”

It was true. Kim was very shaken up. She allowed Ted’s mother to hold her for a minute and then she pulled away. “Thanks for your help. I just want to go home.”

“I don’t blame you. Come on, let’s get out of here.” She turned to Ted, who was still cowering on the floor. “You stay in your room! Don’t you dare come out! I’ll deal with you later!” She pulled Kim out the door and slammed it behind her.

When they reached the living room, Ted’s mother stopped and grasped Kim’s hand, looking into her eyes. “You have no idea how sorry I am. If I had any idea something like this was going to happen, I never would have allowed him to bring you in there.”

Kimberly nodded, beginning to feel a little better. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

She placed a hand on Kim’s cheek, trying to calm her further. “Let me get you something to drink. A nice cold soda.”

“I’m okay. I really just want to go.”

“Please. Just sit with me for a few minutes until you stop shaking.” She led Kim into the kitchen and rummaged around in the refrigerator, pulling out a can of Diet Coke and cracking it open. She handed it to her.

“Thank you,” Kimberly said, taking the can. She took a long drink and sighed, her breathing beginning to return to normal.

Ted’s mother was watching her, a look of affectionate concern in her eyes. “My name is Stacie, by the way. I’m so sorry this happened.”

Kim nodded and smiled politely. “Thank you, Stacie. So am I.” She took another sip of soda.

“Please come in and sit down for a few minutes.” She led Kim back to the living room and they both sat on the big comfortable blue sofa. It was very soft and Kimberly sank in deep, finding herself relaxing a bit.

Stacie put a hand on Kim’s knee. “If you’re thinking about pressing charges against him, I want you to know that I won’t stand in your way.”

Kimberly hadn’t been thinking any such thing, but she gave it some thought now. “I don’t think that’s necessary. I got away before he could really do anything.”

“Thank god.”

“But he really did try to...” She thought about it and took another sip of soda. “He pushed me on the bed...he said he only wanted ten minutes...”

Stacie scowled. “The good-for-nothing little pig! If you’re not going to press any charges against him, I want you to know I’m going to make his life a living hell for the next...” She waved her hands in the air. “However long he lives here. Hopefully not much longer.”

Kimberly took a deep breath. “Are you sure he’s never tried anything like this before? I don’t really know him that well. He strikes me as a real creep.”

Stacie smiled. She had perfect teeth, and Kimberly noticed again that her eyes were almost the same icy blue as her own. “I guess he is a creep. I suppose I just didn’t allow myself to acknowledge it before.” She put her hand on Kim’s arm. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You seem much too nice to be his mother.”

Stacie laughed quietly. Her whole face lit up. Kim couldn’t stop staring at her. There was something about her that seemed very familiar. “Everyone thinks I’m too nice when they first meet me. It doesn’t last. After awhile they find out I’m just a cynical old bitch and they can’t stand me anymore.”

Kimberly’s mouth opened in surprise. “Old? Bitch? Those are two words I never would have associated with you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet. No wonder Ted...” She pulled her hand away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It’s okay.”

“Anyway, you’re very sweet.”

“You seem kind of sweet yourself.”

She smiled. “That’s very kind of you to say. Are you feeling a little better? I thought you were going to have a heart attack in there.”

“I did too. My heart was racing like crazy. Yes, I feel a little better.”

Stacie stood up. “I’m glad. Personally, I feel kind of anxious. Like I said, nothing of this nature has ever happened before. I think I’ll make myself a little drink.”

Kimberly also stood. “Alright. I guess I’ll head home.”

“You don’t have to. That is, I’m not trying to chase you off. How would you like to have a little drink with me? I know you’re underage…”

“I’ll be nineteen in three months.”

Stacie smiled. “That’s still too young to drink. But considering what happened, if you’d like to join me for a cocktail, I’d be willing to make you one. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”

Kimberly thought about it. She’d only had alcohol a few times and didn’t particularly care for it. But she liked Stacie and didn’t really feel like going home this early, when her parents had already given her permission to stay out until 9 o’clock. She nodded. “Actually, that sounds nice.”

Stacie beamed. “Oh, good! Come on in the kitchen, let me show you what I’ve got.”

She led Kim into the bright kitchen, sunlight streaming through two windows over the sink. There was a large collection of bottles on a shelf near the dishwasher, and Stacie began pointing them out to her. “I like vodka with grapefruit juice, but I also have rum, gin, bourbon and tequila. Oh, and I have some peppermint Schnapps. Or there’s some wine in the fridge. Merlot. Do you have any preference?”

Smiling, Kim shrugged her shoulders. “I’m unfamiliar with almost all of it. I guess I’ll just have whatever you’re having.

“Then a couple of salty dogs it is.”

Kim watched her as she made the drinks and before she knew it Stacie was handing her one, a tall cool glass filled with ice, vodka and grapefruit juice. She thanked her hostess and took a small, hesitant sip. It was tart and delicious.

She smiled. “That’s really good.”

“I’m glad you like it. Come on back to the living room, won’t you?”

As they were walking back to the couch, Kim glanced down the hall toward Ted’s bedroom door. It was still closed. She tried to put him out of her mind as she took a seat beside Stacie and sipped her drink.

“You might think I’m a lush,” Stacie said. “But I’m really not. I have a cocktail at about this time every evening. Usually right before dinner.”

“I didn’t think that at all. I think you’re a very nice person.”

“Really? Even after what happened with Ted?”

“Especially after that. You handled it very well. I almost feel like you rescued me.” She took another sip of her cocktail, smiling at Stacie.

Stacie also took a drink. “Perhaps I did.”

Suddenly Kimberly realized why Stacie looked so familiar. Her eyes widened and she smiled warmly. “You know who you look like?”

Stacie frowned, nodding. “Yes. Believe me, I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

“I’m sorry. I knew you looked familiar, but it just struck me. You look a lot like Madonna, but when she was younger.”

Stacie was still nodding. “Thanks for the younger part. But, yes, I’m well aware of our resemblance. I actually used to look even more like her, before I hit forty.”

“You’re forty?” Kim asked, astonished. She immediately sat back, embarrassed. “I’m sorry!”

Stacie laughed. Her laugh was very musical. “It’s okay. I turned forty last month.”

“My god. You look like you’re about 27.” She really looked about 32, but Kim was attempting to be extra polite.

Stacie smiled and took a long drink. “I doubt I look that young.”

“I mean, my mother is only 38, and you look years younger than her. You look like you should be a fashion model. Not because you look young, but because...” Kim smiled, realizing she was rambling a little. “I’m sorry. I’m just surprised, that’s all. I feel like I’m sitting here talking to a movie star.”

“You’re really quite remarkable.”

“How do you mean?”

“Just the fact that you’re sitting here chatting with me like this, especially after what just happened. You don’t seem like a high school kid at all. You’re very...” She paused, trying to compose her thoughts. “You’re a very mature young woman. And very emotionally stable. You strike me as being more intelligent than most people your age. Your parents must be so proud of you.”

Kim was feeling embarrassed again. She tried not to let it show. “Thank you.” She didn’t know what to say, so she took another drink. It tasted very good and went down easily.

“Do you mind if I ask what you plan to do after you graduate?”

Kimberly shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m already registered for college this summer.”

“I knew it!”

“What? How?”

“I just have a feel for you now. You seem like the kind of young lady who’s always one step ahead of where she needs to be. Very responsible. I’ll bet you’re an ’A’ student. Am I right?”

Kimberly smiled again. She liked Stacie. “Yes.”

Stacie took another drink. Her glass was more than half empty. “May I ask which college?”

“Community. At least to start. It’s all my parents can afford. I’m hoping to ace the first year and get a scholarship, then transfer out.”

“Oh, you will. I’d put money on it.”

Kim took another drink. She was feeling noticeably happier. “That’s nice of you to say.”

They sat looking at each other for moment, sipping their drinks. Kimberly felt like she was staring, but she found it increasingly difficult to look away. She felt as though she ought to say something, but couldn’t think of anything to say. She blurted, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as you before. I mean in real life.”

Stacie grinned, blushing.

“I’m sorry. I keep embarrassing one of us.” She held up her glass and rattled the ice. “Maybe I had too much to drink.”

“Nonsense. I made them weak. Yours especially. I just don’t take too well to flattery.”

“Why not? You must be used to it.”

“There you go again.”

Kimberly laughed. “I’m sorry! You’re just so...” She stared at Stacie, thinking. “Did you notice we have the same color eyes?”

Stacie nodded, a happy smile on her face. “As soon as you walked in the door.” She took another drink, a long one, finishing it. “I was wondering if you noticed.”

“Yes.” Suddenly Kim felt self-conscious. She looked away. She had momentarily forgotten where she was and what had almost happened with Ted. She looked back at Stacie. “Is Ted’s father home?”

Frowning, Stacie shook her head. “I threw him out years ago. Something I’d rather not go into right now.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“You weren’t prying. You’re just curious. I understand.” She titled her glass to her mouth and got only melted ice. “I seem to be a little dry here. Can I freshen yours up?”

Kimberly sighed, thinking it over. She still had an inch left in her glass, and she felt pretty good. Not drunk by any means, but good. The thought of sitting here with Stacie and having another one greatly appealed to her. She lifted her glass to her lips and finished it off. She smiled. “You don’t mind?”

“I’m used to having my cockta