This is exactly what it says in the title. I love having people explain their kinky worldbuilding to me. Your favourite tropes? Dynamics? Stupid but sexy biology- or over-the-top somehow-makes-sense justifications for male pregnancy? Things you do with Betas to make them not boring? Literally anything? I want to hear about it in as much detail as you can give me and I WILL be asking follow up questions so prepare (or make stuff up on the spot/leave it blank. It's more than fine to have gaps). Comment here or go to DMs, whatever makes you comfortable.

To start, here's a brief overview of the original Omegaverse concept I cooked up with a fellow autistic nerd over Discord. Ask me to elaborate on literally anything, or ask random questions, and I will be more than happy to answer.

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Core of the worldbuilding here: Omegas are majority-female, but do not produce eggs (those with vestigial penises also do not produce sperm). They are effectively sexless, but still crucial for reproduction as they have a massive womb and birth canal. Each Omega therefore needs two Alphas, one of each type (rich and powerful families may have more Omegas serving a single Alpha pairing. And yes, this means a dual claim bite on either side of the neck, applied simultaneously):

Alpha Ovis- all-female. Produce eggs, which can be passed out of the body into an Omega womb through a tentacular/tendril-like clitoris or fertilized within the Ovi herself. Usually highly intelligent and/or manipulative, and uniquely possess their own 'suppressive talent'- some biological means through which they exert control over their household, examples being addictive venomous stingers from a scorpion, or hypnotic audio from a whale/dolphin Ovi.

Alpha Fer- mostly female-presenting, with uncommon male/androgynous appearances. Possess a large knotted penis, and testes. Physically stronger but on average less intelligent.

A Fer and Ovi will bond together to become the main couple of a household, typically using one or more Omegas as surrogates to avoid disabling and inconveniencing the Ovi with a pregnancy of her own (given that pregnancies in this universe are long and debilitating owing to large litters being born at once). (Some cultures treat the Ovi as more submissive by default, and some choose to live as 'Ovimegas')

Betas exist, they are mostly male and make up the main workforce alongside Alpha Fers. While theoretically fertile as average human dudes, it is horrifically taboo to use a Beta for breeding and they are always kept in strict chastity (even the women) to prevent this. Many stereotypes abound and it's considered dangerous to even take the cage off for a moment lest the Beta transform into a demon or go on a crazed killing/raping spree.

There's also rare Enigmas who appear to be Omegas at birth but, once they turn 18, will enter a 'Defining Period' where their scent becomes utterly irresistible (we're talking even the most restrained Alpha physically cannot stop themselves hunting the Enigma down if they catch the scent) for a few weeks. If they get claimed, they're an Omega for life. If they don't get claimed, they become an uber-powerful Alpha Ovi with an extra-strong suppressive talent and multiple tendrils, typically taking a highly powerful role such as queen of the entire nation given how uncommon this is.

(Enigmas are usually kept medicated to delay their Defining Period until the start of a yearly hunger games scenario where they're all thrown into a forest with a bunch of Alphas for a couple weeks to see who comes out. Normally they all get claimed but there have been a few winners in recent history, like the current Queen and her arch-nemesis the evil crimelord sister)

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Again this is an extremely slapdash overview of the 'Oviverse' lore so please ask for elaborations where you wish. And without further ado let the nerd-outing about your own hyper-complicated (or not) verses begin!

1. Going to a pride parade naked, wrapped in a trans flag. Finding a group of sweaty marching queens, letting them unwrap me, and being a proper ally in public :3
2. Being a TERF going to 'debate' on trans rights and losing the debate instantly. Thoroughly embarrassed, I go to leave, buuuut the door's locked, the trans girls I was debating are approaching, and I end up going from 'you're not real women' to 'you're better women than me' real fucking fast.
3. Being a conservative man's husband and cheating on him with a leftist NEET's musky unwashed gock
4. Being sent girldick pics to hopelessly rub myself to (apologies, I'm not comfortable sending anything back)

Open to discussion~

Hey, you. Yeah, you, 'straight' girl. I bet this isn't even your first time on this subreddit. It's about time you came to terms with what you really want. Every post, every naughty pic of a woman's bare body, every fantasy, it turns you on more than you could've imagined. And it's time to admit it.

We aren't looking for blushes. Tentative curiosity, what-ifs to keep you tantalized but never quite there. It's cute, but not this time. Now, it's time to say you're a lesbian. That women turn you on, keep you hooked, make you scream, not men. And it's time to say it loud and proud.

For those of you that need more encouragement, I'm sure this is an excellent way to show off for the lucky lesbian ladies in this sub looking for new toys. They won't be starved for replies, will they girls? 🤭

I'll preface this with:
-I'm aware a lot of the people here are probably only attracted to women and have no interest in exploring fantasies that involve men in any capacity. This post is largely meant for the people such as me who are bi/pan.

-This miiight be toeing the line of rule 6? I don't think it breaks the spirit of the rule given I'm talking about an addition to/spin on a straight-to-lesbian fantasy, but I do appreciate that, bottom line, this is a post talking specifically about adding men to the story, so I understand if this gets removed.

That being said, I enjoy multiple types of orientation play and I'm wondering if anyone else here has previously thought about the idea of both women and men having their sexualities changed in the same fantasy. Perhaps a straight couple being turned together- the woman by another woman, the man by another man.

Has anyone considered this before? Is this a hot idea? This came to me writing a straight-to-lesbian story a few weeks ago and I realised there was a perfect opportunity for the protagonist's abandoned boyfriend to undergo seduction by a man at the same time. Imagine the moment where the happy couple see each other again, having individually had far better sex than they ever had together, and suddenly neither of them want each other in that way any more, at all.

It could even be that their marriage TURNS INTO a lavender marriage- they stay together, but have no bedroom life any more, and the woman invites her 'close female friend' over for wine every other night while the guy's hooking up with a gym bro or something.

Anyway, let me know if you like this idea, or if you've ever written/done anything you're willing to share related to this!

Doesn't matter whether you're the one being converted, the lesbian dom, or someone else involved in the scenario like a cucked husband. Be as detailed, and as dark and kinky, as you like as long as you remember to present it as a fantasy.

I'll start you off with one of my favourites: Peer pressure, or a dare. A straight girl desperately wanting to join a clique, or unwilling to lose out in truth or dare, worships a woman's body while surrounded by a group of lesbians, and slowly she realises it's time to join them.

Some other things to get you thinking, if you haven't got a clear one in mind:

-Does the girl in the fantasy (or you, if you're that girl) enjoy/consent to the process or not? Does this change as it continues?

-Would the conversion be overtly sexual and sudden, or would it build up over time through more teasing encounters?

-What's the setting, the backdrop? Is this a happily married, middle aged woman being surprised by a friend coming round? A dark, incestuous story of control and power? Something more explicitly pornographic, like a sports player being suddenly confronted by her teammates in the locker room?

-Related to the last one, who is the catalyst? A completely-supposedly-platonic friend? A roommate? A family member? A classmate? A complete stranger?

-What is the dom's attitude? Are they dismissive, cold, focused on their own pleasure? Are they warm, sweet, kind? Are they confident, self-assured, assertive?

What does a straight girl becoming a lesbian look like, for you?

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, intended to arouse and entertain. Any resemblances to real events, or persons living or dead, including the protagonist (who is not an accurate representation of, nor based on, me) is entirely coincidental.

This is part 3, and the conclusion of the story. Part 2 (which also has a link back to Part 1) can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/straighttolesbian/comments/1uqwlwg/erotic_fiction_night_of_the_black_summer_sun_part/

As with the first two parts, women (and nonbinary folk) are allowed to discuss this work with me through comments or DMs. Men, please keep to the under-post comments section unless I specify you may DM (hint: if you comment to say nothing more than 'can I DM', you can't). Thank you for your understanding and please enjoy.

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Room 202.

I stared at the number plate, quietly contemplating what it meant. Wondering how I'd got here. It had been so easy to walk up here, I couldn't quite believe what might lie in store for me behind that door.

I opened my phone to double-check the time, fingers swiping with ease across the screen to input the security pattern. 9:33 PM. Almost half an hour early. Should I wait? Would Jaime expect me to be bang on time? Was she ready for me yet?

...Was I ready for her yet?

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I'd tried to be. In the hours since parting ways at the changing rooms, I'd done everything I could to prepare.

Which was very little, to be honest. This was just such unfamiliar ground for me. I'd never once questioned before whether I might be a lesbian, and I knew almost nothing about what it might be like. Nothing outside of that singular taste of heaven Jaime had given me. Planted inside me.

So I'd searched. What else could I do? That's how you get information in our modern society. If you can make it past the 'AI Overview', that is.

I'd put one singular word in the search bar. 'lesbian'. And with that word, had rolled in a new world.

I'd read the dictionary definition. I'd read the urban dictionary slang terms. I'd read the blogs. I'd watched the videos. The pride parades. Saw the pictures. Saw the flag- my flag- waving, proudly, above pictures of women. Women who were embracing, pure smiles on their faces. Kissing. Unapologetically. Out in the open. Proud that they loved each other, worshipped each other. Desired each other...

A flush had come over me.

I'd got up from the cafe table, leaving my drink untouched. Went up to my room. The room Bryce had booked for us tonight, but had left before ever getting to see.

Fumbled with the key in the door. Dragged it shut behind me. Locked with a click.

Found the bed. Sat down. Phone out again. Unlocked. VPN turned on. Incognito tab. A few, slightly more targeted, searches.

What I found blew my fucking mind.

Women. Not really conventionally attractive women. No huge breasts or anything. Not moaning like a train whistle as some meat stick pounded mechanically into them.

Not actresses, not really, even though technically most of them were. These were women enjoying themselves, truly and intimately, and it shined through, truer than anything.

And what they were enjoying was other women. Kissing. Touching. Undressing. Laughing. Smiling. Kissing again. Complimenting. Touching somewhere else. Moaning. Kissing somewhere else.

Not 'fucking'. Not 'getting some action'. Those felt like small, dirty words, unable and unworthy to capture the scope of what my poor hetero brain was trying to comprehend.

I couldn't resist for a single second. Glued to the screen, removing my clothes. Watching. Imagining myself doing all those same things. Picturing it. Vividly. Closing my eyes as I masturbated frantically, listening to the desperate moans of the actresses and adding my voice to the chorus as I came. Harder than I ever had in my fucking life, even when having actual sex.

I just sort of lay naked there after that, panting, processing, feeling faintly sorry for the hotel worker that would have to clean the utterly lesbian mess I'd made of the bedsheets.

So, was I ready for what was about to happen when I knocked on Jaime's door? No. How could I ever be? How could any girl ever be? But was I willing to go? Fuck yes.

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These thoughts and so many more buzzed through my brain as I stood, like a moron, outside the door without knocking. Too late to wait any longer now. If I stand here for half an hour, the staff are gonna kick me out.

I took a deep breath. Adjusted my bra one last time. Raised my hand in a fist.

And I knocked.

Seconds passed. No noise. Nothing.

Instantly my brain was awash with worry. Was this the wrong room? Was she pranking me? Just being cruel after all? What if when the door opened, it wasn't Jaime, but Bryce, knowing betrayal and heartbreak written all over his face?

There was a click. The door opened and instantly, all over me, Jaime was there, smiling at me, pulling me inside. I was putty in her hands before she'd said a word, malleable enough to let her strong brown arms drag me through the door. She locked it behind her with a final, sealing click.

'Amor mío, you came!' she beamed, stroking my hair affectionately as she lead me inside. 'I guessed you would chicken out. Run back to boyfriend, sí? Not easy to take step like this so soon. I am proud. Very proud.'

My heart was thumping again, a steady drumbeat in time with our steps together, a march towards something I knew would really change me forever. But I was smiling uncontrollably, gazing into her eyes.

'Thank you. I... I guess you could say I got curious, haha?' My nerves must have been showing, fidgeting and rubbing my neck as I broke eye contact with that hungry, mystical gaze she held.

I didn't see her close in. Not until I felt her hands on my waist, snaking around me, lifting me off my feet. Her body pressing against mine, lips capturing mine in a shameless, unabashed kiss that flaunted the pure desire held within its promise. Taken off guard, I gave a slight squeal of surprise into her lips, but made no effort to struggle or resist.

She let me go, lowering my feet gently back to the floor as my head span and I panted for breath, the sweet taste of her swirling across my senses.

'Then prepare to have your curiosity satisfied, mija. I have much to show you.' Jaime smiled innocently, but the spark, the implication was there. She'd laid it out for me, knowing I could never resist.

From there, I don't really remember how I ended up sprawled on the bed for her, vulnerable, staring up and waiting for her to make her move. I think we talked a bit before, establishing what I wasn't ready for yet versus what I needed her to do to me now, but honestly, it blurred together a bit in my memory. What matters is that it was clear to both of us that she intended to make absolute whimpering lesbian mess of me, and I could think of nothing I wanted more.

And what I do remember, clearer than anything, is that final situation. Lying on the bed, down to my underwear, looking up at the goddess standing over, smiling down, ready to claim me and make this shift in my sexuality permanent. No more stalling. This was the cliff edge, and I was about to jump over.

And with one single nod, jump I did.

She caught me. Jaime caught me. Clambering over me, locking me in place with her powerful black form, an embrace that confidently said You're mine and yet admitted just as freely I'm yours.

Our lips met again, that sweet, addictive taste flooding my senses overpoweringly as she pinned me down and kissed me. I reciprocated, my whole life's pent-up reserves of sapphic energy bursting out of me in a desperate flood, and I felt her body shudder over me, responding to the love I was giving.

Feeling a woman respond to me like that? Holy Fuck. I didn't know feeling anything that good was possible. Even now, I'm like, screw Heaven, there is zero shot they have anything better up there.

But she was not to be outdone. Holding me down so my desperately needy lips couldn't instinctively follow her, Jaime leaned back up to hover over me, a wicked smile crossing her stupidly perfect face.

'Wow, you like this, huh? Then have a little more, bebé.'

'A little more' does not even begin to cover what it felt like having her descend back onto me. The way she chuckled slightly through the kiss at feeling the impact of my unchained sapphic love once more. The way her hands began to creep across me, feeling, appreciating, gently encouraging me into my own reverent exploration of her still-so-fucking-perfect body.

Then she moved again, this living, breathing, brown goddess on top of me. She moved her head downwards out of the kiss, trailing a line of smaller pecks down my neck and torso. I swear she made me scream so loud I was afraid the hotel staff might call the police.

She didn't let up, either, forcing moan after desperate girlish moan out of me as I unfolded, unravelled totally for her, lavishing electric kisses everywhere down my body. Every little point of me her lips touched was an impact site, a fault line, a warning that I might shatter totally, irreversibly for her, and love every second more than life itself.

Just when I was so breathless I might have choked on my own cacophony of moans, when I was about to really, truly break for her, she stopped, letting me come back down, slowly, gently, panting hard, as she rolled off to lie beside me on the bed.

All she fucking did was kiss me. The underwear hadn't even come off yet. Dear God.

'How you find that, eh, guapa? Sound like you were having some little fun, no?' Jaime smirked, sitting up to squat beside me while I lay, gently recovering.

It was a few more seconds before I could answer, still breathing heavily. 'Haah~ Yeah~ Haah~ Guess you could- Haah~ say that- Haah~'

'Two seconds then girl.'

I was content to lay back and continue to try and breathe, not watching what Jaime was doing as she got off the bed for a moment, still dizzyingly trying to process what had happened in the span of a single afternoon. I was actually having sex with another woman. She had actually just made me make all those noises.

The sensation of the mattress bouncing as she slumped back down onto the bed beside me tugged me away from my self-reflection. I sat up slowly, turning my head to see what she was-

She was naked. Lying flat, totally naked. I watched open-mouthed as Jaime confidently, casually, unstoppably tossed her bra away to the floor, the look in her eyes making the move seem almost akin to a gladiatorial challenge. Tossing down a sword in the ring. Staking a spear in the dirt.

Can you handle me now, or are you out already?

I stammered. 'I- you- Jaime- you're-'

'Naked? Beautiful? Come on, princesa, you really think you can tell something I don't know? You want to tell me, you want to love me, you say it not in words. You come show me.'

I swallowed hard, blood pounding in my ears. Come show her...

That gave me an idea. Something I'd seen in those videos. Was I seriously going to do this? I was seriously going to do this. I was crazy. I was insane.

I shuffled forward, getting a better look at her, drinking in the unrivalled beauty of her naked black form, savouring every curve, every point, every smooth piece of her.

My gaze swept over her dark legs. As if sensing my desire, the corner of Jaime's mouth twitched in a facsimile of a smile, and she spread them open a little, revealing the naked treasure kept between.

I stared at her pussy. It was almost small. Delicate. A precious, fragile little thing for such a confident, boisterous woman, wrapped in a delicate layer of hairy fuzz. And yet, just looking at it, I saw beauty. Vulnerability.

I wanted to know it. Love it.

Above all?
To taste it. Taste her.

I shuffled forwards, my heart pounding harder than ever. Seemingly knowing what I was about to do, Jaime shuffled too, into a position where she was easier to reach. No words were exchanged. None were necessary.

I simply leaned down, let her legs close around the sides of my neck, shut my eyes, and bent down.

I gave her a curious lick, feeling and hearing her exhale gently, smoothly, in response.

I gave another one, penetrating the fold slightly, savouring her taste on my tongue. Thrilled in the slight shudder that swept over her again, the sharp breath I'd caused this black goddess to take in.

Slowly, but surely, I began to devour her, licking gently, then rougher. Staying mostly outside her, then teasing my tongue a little further inside. All the while growing addicted to her taste, her scent, her audible breathing.

I nudged her clit with one flick of my tongue, her beautiful bush scratching against my face but doing nothing to deter me, especially as I felt a deeper shudder. The slightest of moans igniting a desire deeper than I'd ever known.

I teased Jaime into making that sound again, calling only on what little expertise I had picked up from my private browsing, but it seemed to work. I made her make it again, and again, louder, for longer, as addicted to her pleasure as I was to her taste.

Devouring her, as her legs tightened around me. Serving her, as my goddess's moans intensified. Worshipping her, as she gripped my head and pressed me inwards, calling my name.

Carla, please, mi vida, Carla, you're so good, Carla, mi reina . Fuck, Carla. I'm cumming, Carla, amorcita.

Reality blurred around me, an explosion of taste, a delicious wetness spilling over my face as Jaime trembled, gripping me tighter, her incoherent, pleasured moaning sweeter than music to my ears.

I think my brain broke at that moment. I just remember closing my eyes, feeling her essence drying on my face as I laid back, a stupid fucking smile plastered all over me. I think I tried faintly to pull away when I felt Jaime mopping at me with a paper towel. But not too hard.

'Ay, ay, ay. You good at this for beginner, huh?' My eyes were still closed, but I could hear the pure smile in her voice and it made my heart sing. I don't know what it was singing, it's a stupid metaphor really, but honestly, I don't know what else to tell you.

When she pulled the paper towel away, moistened with her release that had stuck to my face, and I opened my eyes again, we just sort of grinned like idiots at each other for a couple of seconds.

'Guess I had a good teacher!' I beamed.

'Oy, I never teach you that!' Jaime laughed. 'You been doing homework, eh, mamacita?' She ruffled my hair affectionately, eliciting a giggle from me.

She turned away and slowly slipped off the bed, bending to retrieve her dropped bra. 'Well, hope this has been eye-opening experience, no?'

I stopped dead, my heart dropping for a second. 'We're done? It's over already?'

'What, you not done with me, cielo?'

I paused, blushing. 'Well, I guess we are, if you want, but, I just...'

'You really not tired, straight girl? After all that?'

'No, not at all.' I was buzzing, actually. 'And, heh, maybe not really accurate calling me straight at this point.'

That got a deep belly laugh from Jaime. 'Hahaha! No? Glad to hear it, bombón! Welcome to the fun side, hey? Here we kiss girls! Like you!'

She pulled me off the bed suddenly and kissed me again, dragging me into her naked body and carving the memory of her lips ever more permanently into my brain as I groaned with mock frustration.

'Yeah, yeah. Listen, Jaime, can we do one more thing, maybe? Then stop?'

'One more thing, huh?' Her eyes flashed. 'Maybe I have some idea. Perhaps you show me you first, huh? Convince me?' She gestured to my body.

With a start, I realised I was still in my underwear, after all that. And we weren't back in the changing rooms. She wasn't just asking to see my tits.

I took a deep breath. Alright. Here we go. Get naked for Jaime. Totally normal. Totally something I would've considered doing just this morning.

And yet it did seem natural. Shaking off my clothes, sloughing them off like a reptile molting, ready to reborn into a new skin. A new life.

Within no time at all, I was standing naked in front of her. We were both naked. Like the women in the pictures I had seen. Lesbians. A group that included me.

And we were about to prove it again, Jaime pouncing on me, grabbing my naked body and sweeping me off my feet giggling like a little girl, carrying me in her strong black arms.

She laid me down gently on the bed, on my back, delivering a quick smooch to that same spot on my forehead she had kissed in the changing rooms, before climbing across me, shuffling up next to me until we were lying side by side, gazing into each other's eyes.

Except her gaze was lowering, sweeping down across me, us both now too consumed with lust to exchange simple pleasantries. We both knew why I had asked for more, but only one of us, just what I had asked for.

I would soon find out.

Jaime guided one finger between my legs, going right to that previously-undisturbed spot she had set her eyes on. And it was ready for her. Damp, slick with arousal, a fresh lesbian pussy just begging to be claimed.

And claim she did. At the same moment that her thick yet nimble fingers penetrated me, this goddess leaned her head down to lick and tease at one of my nipples.

'Oh fu-uuu-uu~' I breathed wordlessly, complex speech rapidly escaping from me. She was claiming not just a few kisses, not just a little favour, but all of me, everything I was. And I freely gave myself to her, surrendering to her attentions.

Knowing that it would bring me true joy.

I threw my head back and moaned her name desperately. Her thick, rough tongue rubbed and licked my sensitive, tender nipple as she reached out her other hand to gently pinch the other.

'Please, oh fuck~' I thrashed helplessly, contorting in pleasure as she dug her fingers into my clit, a second, a third digit entering me in increasingly bold attempts to satiate my true sapphic lust. The sensation of her warm black body pressing insistently- demandingly- against mine was pure, raw heat, lust. Mutual ownership as black and white, polar opposites, combined in loving harmony.

I was never going to last long. A first time lesbian with such an experienced queen, going all out, after hours of teasing, after years of repressed denial. I sensed it coming, and perfect that she must have been, so did Jaime.

She took her mouth off of my spit-soaked breast to inch upwards, expelling a hot breath of commanding words in my ear as her fingerthrusting reached peak intensity.

'Cum for me, querida.'

And the dam broke. With breathless intensity, we became one, surging into each other, white skin embracing dark as tight as I possibly could as I tipped over the edge, surrendering utterly to Jaime in that last, final way. Burying myself so deep in her skin, her scent, her hair, her body, her, that I hoped I could never be drawn out. Crying out for her, in a plea straight from the soul, answered with a gentle, loving, feminine touch.

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I don't know how long I lay there, against Jaime, breathing hard, shuddering against her, just enjoying the feeling of togetherness. Slowly coming down from that highest of high points, lying on her naked brown skin, our exerted sweat mingling. I didn't ever want to leave.

Eventually, this dark mountain of a goddess shifted, groaning faintly to herself. She sat up, looking across at me, stroking my hair, pure sapphic love beaming from her eyes.

'You did excellent, mija. You will make great lesbian, hey?'

I couldn't say a word, staring exhaustedly up at her, closing my eyes one last time as Jaime delivered one final, sweet forehead kiss, the mattress creaking as she raised herself out of the bed, stooping to retrieve her clothes. I almost didn't want her to put them back on, but when she did, pulling fabric over the sweet, smooth, darkened skin and curves, I didn't really feel disappointed. She was still just as beautiful.

'Want me to make you tea before you go? Coffee?'

'Coffee, thanks.' I smiled at how domestic it felt to ask this of a woman I'd met only this afternoon.

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I think I'll always remember that coffee.

Not because the color sort of looked like her (okay, maybe partially that). Not because of the conversation we had over it. There wasn't any. We had nothing more to say to each other, really. Jaime just sat me down with the cup and got to work stripping the sheets for the hotel staff to clean, while I just sat there, sipping, gently returning fluids and a much-needed shot of caffeine to my body. Enjoying being around her.

It was nice.

There wasn't much of a fanfare when I left, either. Another little kiss, a gentle hug, her smile.

'Goodbye, Carla, my querida. Go find yourself nice girlfriend, hey?'

'Goodbye, Jaime. And... thank you. For everything.'

'No problem, hermosa. Was pleasure. Do it for other straight girl sometime, yeah? Show her.'

And the door clicked shut.

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So I didn't get her number. Idiot, right? Nor even an address or anything. I just got turned lesbian by the hottest fucking black goddess on the planet and I would be totally stumped from the get-go if I tried to track her down again.

But... maybe that's for the best, honestly. To have this memory of her, as the absolute Spanish lesbian baddie who turned me gay in less than twelve hours. Something that'll excite me every time I think about it for the rest of my life. A high I'll never stop being motivated to chase. The flame pushing me forward every time, knowing I got a taste of something unreal.

I mean, today, obviously, I went straight back home. Spent less than an hour in her hotel room, if you can even fucking believe it. Called a taxi and dashed home. Bryce'll be only too glad to pay for it when I ask him tomorrow. Then, the day after maybe, I'll quietly dump him.

The rest of the night? I spent typing this up. Not kidding, it's like, 5:15 AM right now. Maybe I'll post it somewhere, maybe it's just going in the 'forever file'. Maybe I'll never see Jaime again, but I want to remember every fucking second of how she changed me. From Carla the average stressed-out straight girl to Carla the confident, smiling lesbian.

And I remember what she told me, too. Help somebody else. Find myself a nice girlfriend. Get more girls to see just how fucking badass it is being clearly, confidently, unapologetically lesbian.

...Thinking about some of the girls at uni? I've already got some targets lined up.

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Thank you for reading! Holy shit this chapter's long LMAO. I wanted the sex scene to be amazing and I hope you found it scintillating! I'll be real, my clit wrote ALL of this over about eight hours and it's a damn persistent writer, especially given how much I LOVE this kink. This is the longest erotic oneshot I think I've ever written.

Remember, a comment would be appreciated if you enjoyed, but no pressure! I think I'm going to go to bed now, much like Carla...

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, intended to arouse and entertain. Any resemblances to real events, or persons living or dead, including the protagonist (who is not an accurate representation of, nor based on, me) is entirely coincidental.

This is part 2 of https://www.reddit.com/r/straighttolesbian/comments/1uqtdgs/erotic_fiction_night_of_the_black_summer_sun_part/

As with the first part, women are allowed to discuss this work with me through comments or DMs. Men, please keep to the under-post comments section. Thank you for your understanding and please enjoy.

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My swimsuit bikini hit the changing room floor with a light sound that carried with it a strange sense of finality, surrender. I had willingly exposed my body in turn to the near-naked goddess in front of me.

Jaime's gaze swept over me, piercing and taking in every inch of my shivering, still-damp from the pool chest, a victorious smile creeping over her face. When she opened her mouth again, she spoke in a tone I hadn't heard her use yet, but it was one that spoke deeper than anyone had, deeper to the core of my very being. One that took every barrier inside me, every thought that this was the wrong path for me, and smashed them to pieces without even noticing.

'You are so, so beautiful, Carla. My chiquita. Thank you for doing this for me.'

There was an extremely tense pause, Jaime locking eyes with me, the staredown of two women who wanted each other badly, something I felt whether I knew I really wanted her in that way yet or not.

'Is fun, no? Hanging out with ladies, seeing boobs.'

She laughed brightly, in a cacophony of jolly female hilarity that carried me along with it, laughing too at the release of tension and the oddly freeing sensation of going bare-breasted around her.

'Yeah, I... I guess! I sort of thought it was a... bigger deal. But it's just a bit of fun, right? I mean, I'm obviously straight anyway, so uh, it's not like...'

Jaime was staring at me with a very strange expression, amused, as if she knew something that I didn't and was finding it so funny she was struggling not to tell me.

'You are straight? Is that right?'

A cold shock burst through my system, throwing open doors, barging into undisturbed chambers of my mind I didn't know existed. I panicked, trying to drown this thought in a deluge of denial.

'I- I mean, of course I'm straight, right? I've literally got a boyfriend and he's great! He does everything right! He's- He-'

Jaime shushed me with one finger and I stopped dead, falling silent immediately.

'So you have great boyfriend. Do you love him? Truly? Is there fire? Passion? He is your pedacito de cielo? Your little piece of heaven?'

---

I wish I could say I answered 'yes'.

If I had, would I be thinking any different now? My life wouldn't have changed. Everything would have gone back in the box, and maybe it wouldn't have existed at all in the first place. I'd still be straight Carla, in love with Bryce like I'd always been.

In truth, I couldn't answer her. I couldn't say all those things about Bryce. A week, a day ago, even five minutes before meeting her, they would've come naturally, as second nature. I had loved him.

But I couldn't look in Jaime's eyes and tell her it was a love that mattered, in the end, in the face of her and how perfect she was.

I stammered. 'I-I... He's...'

Jaime stared knowingly. I collected myself and took a deep breath.

'No.'

Instantly a thousand things shifted inside me. Things I hadn't wanted to know, had brushed off, had assumed were just wrong. And I saw the new me. The real me. Just for a second.

One who felt real love. Real passion. Real fire.

For other women.

I retreated frantically from the depths of my mind, like a swimmer coming up for air, horrified at how close I had come to drowning. Horrified at what I had seen down there, and yet thrilled beyond imagination.

I'm straight.
I'm a lesbian.

I love Bryce.
Honestly, I'd rather we were just friends.

I don't love women, I never have.
Loving women is as natural as breathing to me.

I feel nothing for Jaime.
I want to kiss her so badly, every second I'm not doing it hurts.

The thoughts spiralled, everything I'd taken for granted met by an equal and opposite reaction by the emerging sapphic speaking inside me.

Could it be true...?

Jaime's knowing smile as I began walking towards her, in a trance, approaching her strong and beautiful body with the apprehension of a newborn foal, told me there was one sure way to test the theory.

'Come on then, mamacita. Show me what you got, hey?'

And I did. I showed her everything.

From the moment her lips captured mine, I showed her everything I loved about her. The way she laughed adoringly at my inexperienced enthusiasm. The way she touched me, caressed my near-naked body, with not mindless lust but pure, carnal, directed, female love, and let my curious hands touch her in turn. The way she giggled through the kiss in a way that simultaneously mocked the silly situation that led to our congress, and expressed joy that it had turned out this way. That she'd helped me.

I was totally lost in her, brown and white skin becoming indistinct as they pressed together, needing, pleading to become one, our hearts pounding together in a symphony of desire. Her sweet scent, with that slight tinge of heat and spice, filled my nostrils as I shoved my face adoringly against her shoulder, moaning wordlessly as my hands clasped pleadingly against her back. I never wanted this to end.

It was only when, trapped utterly in this haze of lesbian love, I reached down towards the other piece of my swimsuit in an intent to expose myself completely to Jaime's embrace, that she gently kissed my forehead and leaned away.

'Not here, amor mío. You deserve private place. Bed. For first time with woman.'

I gave the tiniest of needy whines, trying selfishly to drag her back and continue this amazing new experience, but I knew she was right. I had stumbled upon something amazing, but it had to be done right.

'And imagine your boyfriend come looking for you here, and find you fingers inside me, eh? Not good?'

Crud, I'd completely forgotten about Bryce. I hadn't even seen him since meeting Jaime. He hadn't come back to the pool after leaving to argue with some idiot.

I fumbled with my locker, towelling myself frantically and pulling on my clothes. 'Sorry, I really need to- I'm not sure where he- Let me check.'

I booted up my phone, cursing the slow startup of the cheap model as Jaime shrugged and resumed changing, pulling on her lilac dress. The messaging app flashed up. Two unread messages from Bryce.

The first, from about two and a half hours ago.

'Hey babe, sorry I left you at the pool. Dad had a bit of a work emergency he needed me to deal with, so I had to dash off and won't make it back to the spa today. You can maybe come over this evening to chill and do the deed anyway if you wanna? I know it's no swanky hotel room, but love's what really matters, right?'

My stomach churned a little at the mention of love and 'doing the deed' with Bryce, despite our extensive previous history of going through those motions. I swiped to the second message, from more like half an hour ago.

'Uh, babe? Everything OK? You still in the pool LOL? Coming round or not?'

I heaved a deep sigh, glancing back at Jaime in the faint hope that maybe she could share some deep lesbian wisdom about how to handle dealing with sexual requests from someone you've suddenly lost all desire for, but the changing room was empty. Her bag was gone. Her locker was cleared out.

She left? No, wait, I can't lose her! I thought. I moved to grab my own bag and go after her, but stopped dead at the sight of a scrawled note lying by the handle. I scanned it slowly, feeling my sapphic heartbeat slowly hasten once more.

'10pm tonight. Room 202. Ready for more, straight girl? -J'

I stared at the note for a few slow moments, reading and rereading. A plan of action slowly formed, my fingers going back to the messaging app on my phone and clicking back to Bryce.

I actually had a great time at the pool. As for coming round later, yeah, sorry dude.

...

My fingers began to type again, faintly, reverently touching that spot on my forehead Jaime's lips had touched.

...Something came up.

[To be continued in Part 3, the finale! Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you feel so inclined! I spent a good few hours on this and the first part, though to be fair my clit wrote most of this :P]

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, intended to arouse and entertain. Any resemblances to real events, or persons living or dead, including the protagonist (who is not an accurate representation of, nor based on, me) is entirely coincidental.

Women are allowed to discuss this work with me through comments or DMs. Men, please keep to the under-post comments section. Thank you for your understanding and please enjoy.

---

I'm still not quite sure what happened. How it happened. Exactly how the sequence of events that lead to me, sitting here, nerves buzzing uncontrollably, typing this out at my home-office desk well past midnight, in the middle of a hot, humid summer night, unfolded. What I am sure is that I want to record every moment of what happened today, and never forget a word. A breath. A single second of... her.

I should begin at the beginning.

My name is Carla. I'm a white, twenty-four-year-old student up to my neck in university tuition and several part-time jobs. I practically have a master's degree in being stressed the fuck out.

Fortunately, I'm- well, supposed to be heterosexual and have an amazing boyfriend who cares and dotes on me and takes me out to places and-

Okay, calm down, Carla. If we're going to get down what happened, we need to start being honest with ourselves and stop being emotional about today.

I'm Carla. I'm a lesbian as of about four hours ago and I couldn't be happier. Let me tell you what changed and how.

---

Bryce, my boyfriend. Lovely guy. Really. This isn't about him. Well, it is, I- look, I need to just shut up and get on with it. He's so nice, he really cares about me, I loved him- still do, in a sense, but...

Okay. So he knew I was stressed about everything going on. Awesome guy that he is, he offered to take me to a fancy hotel-and-spa place on my day off, just to relax. Swim in the pool, maybe scarf down some hors d’oeuvres or whatever the fuck, have a fun day together, get back to the hotel room and bang each other until we passed out. Brilliant. Utterly superb plan. Was looking forward to every second of it.

Except on the day, I just wasn't feeling it. I still have no idea why. I couldn't stop thinking about my course, about work, about how expensive the stay probably was. I couldn't relax. Little things like the food being posh and gross bothered me more than they should've. I felt super self conscious in the outdoor pool because my swimwear was a bit tight and made me look uncomfortably like a porn star, as one guy VERY UNHELPFULLY pointed out. Seriously, screw you, Dave, and screw the patriarchy that made you think it was totally fine and normal to say that to a stranger. Ugh.

Okay, it was here that something happened. Right. After Bryce had followed that idiot to the changing rooms to yell at him. After it was just me lying on the poolside recliner in my too-tight swimsuit, cheeks red as a tomato and fuming with the feminine fury of forty thousand suns. Grassroots feminism at its finest, folks.

I shut my eyes, stuck my sunhat over my face and desperately tried to just soak up the rays and forget about my life.

Then came the sound of water swishing around in the pool right where my recliner was facing. I blearily opened my eyes, expecting some other pervert trying to get a good ogling angle on me.

And... okay, fuck. What do I even say about her? How do I capture a description of this lady in words?

...I'll try anyway. A chocolate-brown-skinned, curvy woman in an utterly gorgeous orange floral-pattern bikini was treading water, leaning over the poolside at me with a friendly smile and wiping her pristine black hair out of her beautiful face.

'Everything alright, hermosa?'

Okay, so I was completely starstruck here. We're talking face even redder, blinking a few times like an absolute gormless idiot. I was... I think at the time I was jealous of how she looked. I'm not sure if that was genuinely what was happening at the time, or if that was just... the only way my brain at that point could comprehend the thoughts I was having.

'Oh. Hi. I, um... Uh...'

'That man get to you, sweetheart? Is it this heat? You feel alright?' The woman began to haul herself out of the water, dark muscles rippling and heaving as water cascaded off her absolutely-fucking-perfect body. I think I was seriously wondering if a fucking mermaid or black Aphrodite herself had been borne out of this hotel pool. In a heterosexual way.

'N-no, I- I'm fine, I just- Uh...'

Cue me stuttering like a fifty-year-old outboard motor having a panic attack as this absolute goddess cocks her head to one side and stares at me as if I've mildly confused her. Dear god. Get it together, Carla.

'Uh...' Okay, in retrospect, staring at those beautiful brown breasts through her damp orange bikini was not helping me concentrate here. Please cut me and my dysfunctional voice box some slack.

'One moment, querido.'

She strolled to a nearby unoccupied recliner, dragging it effortlessly over and pulling it right up against mine, lying down with impressively beautiful grace for a reasonably large woman and setting my heart pounding out of my chest while I desperately tried to look straight ahead.

'You upset if I ask your name?'

I swallowed hard. 'Carla.'

'Ay, gorgeous.' she hummed elegantly. 'I'm afraid my name's bit drab in comparison. Jaime. Is pleasure meeting you.'

Okay, can I take a second to mention: what? What? How is her name drab compared to mine? 'Carla' sounds like the most average white American girl you'll ever see. Jaime? What was this, Most Beautiful Name Awards 2026?

'Hi, Jaime. It's, um, nice to meet you too?' I managed to stammer out.

She gave a low, slight, breath that was almost a juvenile moan at that, as if simply hearing her name on my mouth felt good.

'The pleasure all mine, querida. Now, I like to think I'm good at helping people. You have look about you of someone who unhappy. I wonder if you want to run your worries past little me. See if I can make a darling güera like you feel any better.'

Was not a fan of how being called a darling made my heart thump there, even if it took looking it up later to know what güera meant (She was either calling me white, or a 'blondie', which I'm honestly less mad about than I'd have thought). So much so that it took me a good ten seconds to decide on what to say next.

'It's just... life, I guess.' I sighed, not really knowing why I was telling this weirdly beautiful stranger anything. 'I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment, so my boyfriend tried to take me here to relax, but... I'm not really having fun. I'm still thinking about work and uni.'
I think mentioning Bryce was a sort of automatic defence response here. Perhaps this was my body's unconscious attempt to scare off this woman and hope the urges looking at her gave me went away with her.

Jaime took a moment to respond.
'I see. So you trouble with... taking your mind off of things. And your boyfriend is not helping. I understand the feeling.'

There was an oddly tense silence. What did she mean by she understood the feeling? And what was happening with my stupid heart trying to jump into my mouth?

Suddenly, her recliner scraped backwards as she stood up.

'Come, chiquita. Into the pool with me. Let me teach you swimming, and not moping around.'

Looking up at Jaime perfectly framed against the afternoon sunshine, moisture still dripping off her muscular body, I found I couldn't even think of declining. I took her outstretched hand and, enthused by the contact of our flesh, pulled myself up at the same moment that she strongly pulled me up out of the recliner, the unexpected combination of forces sending me crashing against her body.

I suddenly faceplanted in her abdomen, heart instantly pounding. Her bare skin was so smooth, warm, moist, and she smelled strangely nice, like spiced honey, or perhaps it was some lingering perfume she had on. Either way, it was utterly, dangerously addictive.

She gently chuckled above me, pulling my face away with one strong arm and leaving me dizzy on my feet.

'Careful there, cariño. I know you excited to swim, but not too enthusiastic, eh?'

Face burning and trying my hardest to remain calm and composed, I took her hand again and slipped into the pool alongside her, conscious of our bodies treading water together.

She launched another endearing smile at me, our heads bobbing up and down almost in sync.
'Now, first, you do the front crawl. Like this:'

---

I lost track of the hours me and Jaime spent in the pool.

She was such a constant, bright companion, as eager to smilingly congratulate me as to laugh and call me a pilluela when I forgot where I was going and bumped into her or another swimmer. Whenever my form was off, or she wanted to adjust my direction, she had no qualms about laying hands on my body and twisting me effortlessly into all the correct positions, and every time without fail my heartbeat quickened and my face flushed. This was more fun than I remembered having in... well, years.

When the outdoor pool finally closed for the day, a primly-dressed member of hotel staff politely demanding we exit to the changing rooms, I was beaming with happiness, Jaime beside me and planting an affectionate hand on my back to lift me out of the pool with ease as we heaved ourselves out onto the tiles, dripping and laughing.

'Seems today has been good for you, no, my little Carla?' she teased gently as we passed through the door.

I grabbed a towel from the rack and started gently drying off. All the other guests had long since finished in the pool, and we were alone in the changing room. 'Yeah, yeah it has!' I beamed. 'You're really... amazing, you know that, Jaime?'

'Happy to hear it, mija. I have had fun also. Now let me dry you off. You will get nowhere rubbing it around like that, silly.'

I froze momentarily as she snatched the towel from my hands, only to giggle desperately when she planted it over my head and rubbed wildly, buffeting my head around in a drying tornado that left my hair extremely messy. At that moment, I felt like just passing out from happiness. Hell, she'd probably have caught me like a gentleman. A gentle-lady.

When I recovered, she was opening her locker, taking out a beautifully adorned lilac dress and patterned bra that was as eye-catching as the bikini I had seen her in this whole time. I almost missed the exact moment when she casually tossed off the top of her floral bikini while turned away, her curved bare back an impossibly smooth masterpiece of romantic chocolate shade. I froze up, staring like a lunatic. I couldn't help myself. Even though I knew I was straight, this woman was undeniably... perfect. Holy shit.

As if sensing my gaze boring into her back, Jaime turned around with a sly smile, her bare bosom on proud display, and I think my brain melted right then and there. I get shamefully wet down in that place thinking about it even now as I write. If her back had been perfect, the front of her torso perfected perfection. I could have lost myself in those smooth, darkened breasts, the supple flesh curved in all the right places, her body a work of art that made me want to cry, kneel, worship.

'Oy, you peeking, chaparrita? Eh?' Her tone was light, teasing, but I still felt so embarrassed I wanted to melt into the floor and sink to the core of the earth, my face burning.

'Sorry! Sorry! I'll- I'll leave!' I stammered, making a break for the door despite not even being out of my swimsuit yet. I think my internal logic was 'if I'm being a creep, she deserves privacy more than I do', or perhaps 'I need to get out of here before I'm really forced to start questioning my sexuality' but it doesn't really matter because she called me back immediately.

'Hey, no problem. Not private. I did in front of you, not your fault. Besides, coming from a woman like you? Compliment, no?' She grinned.

Intense relief along with a sort of resigned dread washed through my system, my eyes instinctively returning to her body even as I tried desperately to look away regardless of the permission she'd granted.
'Thanks, thanks, but you... don't have to be that nice, you know? I'll... I'll just stop looking. It's fine.'

I turned away to start changing, trying in vain to think about my boyfriend's chest, some hot guy, anything other than that captivating brown body, but she called out to me again.

'You don't got to stop looking, cuqui. But if you wanna, maybe keep things fair for me, eh? Change as well, where I can see? Not a problem if no. Your choice, bebé.

And what a choice I had just been presented with. Willingly show off my own body to Jaime's eyes, just as an 'if I wanted to' thing? Did I want to? Yes. So badly. I'm not a voyeur or anything, I should make that clear, but I wanted nothing more than to match what this wonderful woman had done for me. She'd taken the whole afternoon with me, brightening me up and, frankly, showing me a brilliant new side to life. I wanted to give something back, and to connect with her in that special way. That intimate way. Even if it meant something might change about me, bring out some new side that I wasn't ready for.

The fiery, daring look in her eye spurred forward the decision I was, honestly, already going to make. I lifted my hands up behind my back, fumbled nervously with the clasp of the still-stupidly-tight bikini...

and let it drop.

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, intended to arouse and entertain. Any resemblances to real events, or persons living or dead, including the protagonist (who is not an accurate representation of, nor based on, me) is entirely coincidental.

This is part 2 of https://www.reddit.com/r/straighttolesbian/comments/1uqtdgs/erotic_fiction_night_of_the_black_summer_sun_part/

As with the first part, women are allowed to discuss this work with me through comments or DMs. Men, please keep to the under-post comments section. Thank you for your understanding and please enjoy.

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My swimsuit bikini hit the changing room floor with a light sound that carried with it a strange sense of finality, surrender. I had willingly exposed my body in turn to the near-naked goddess in front of me.

Jaime's gaze swept over me, piercing and taking in every inch of my shivering, still-damp from the pool chest, a victorious smile creeping over her face. When she opened her mouth again, she spoke in a tone I hadn't heard her use yet, but it was one that spoke deeper than anyone had, deeper to the core of my very being. One that took every barrier inside me, every thought that this was the wrong path for me, and smashed them to pieces without even noticing.

'You are so, so beautiful, Carla. My chiquita. Thank you for doing this for me.'

There was an extremely tense pause, Jaime locking eyes with me, the staredown of two women who wanted each other badly, something I felt whether I knew I really wanted her in that way yet or not.

'Is fun, no? Hanging out with ladies, seeing boobs.'

She laughed brightly, in a cacophony of jolly female hilarity that carried me along with it, laughing too at the release of tension and the oddly freeing sensation of going bare-breasted around her.

'Yeah, I... I guess! I sort of thought it was a... bigger deal. But it's just a bit of fun, right? I mean, I'm obviously straight anyway, so uh, it's not like...'

Jaime was staring at me with a very strange expression, amused, as if she knew something that I didn't and was finding it so funny she was struggling not to tell me.

'You are straight? Is that right?'

A cold shock burst through my system, throwing open doors, barging into undisturbed chambers of my mind I didn't know existed. I panicked, trying to drown this thought in a deluge of denial.

'I- I mean, of course I'm straight, right? I've literally got a boyfriend and he's great! He does everything right! He's- He-'

Jaime shushed me with one finger and I stopped dead, falling silent immediately.

'So you have great boyfriend. Do you love him? Truly? Is there fire? Passion? He is your pedacito de cielo? Your little piece of heaven?'

---

I wish I could say I answered 'yes'.

If I had, would I be thinking any different now? My life wouldn't have changed. Everything would have gone back in the box, and maybe it wouldn't have existed at all in the first place. I'd still be straight Carla, in love with Bryce like I'd always been.

In truth, I couldn't answer her. I couldn't say all those things about Bryce. A week, a day ago, even five minutes before meeting her, they would've come naturally, as second nature. I had loved him.

But I couldn't look in Jaime's eyes and tell her it was a love that mattered, in the end, in the face of her and how perfect she was.

I stammered. 'I-I... He's...'

Jaime stared knowingly. I collected myself and took a deep breath.

'No.'

Instantly a thousand things shifted inside me. Things I hadn't wanted to know, had brushed off, had assumed were just wrong. And I saw the new me. The real me. Just for a second.

One who felt real love. Real passion. Real fire.

For other women.

I retreated frantically from the depths of my mind, like a swimmer coming up for air, horrified at how close I had come to drowning. Horrified at what I had seen down there, and yet thrilled beyond imagination.

I'm straight.
I'm a lesbian.

I love Bryce.
Honestly, I'd rather we were just friends.

I don't love women, I never have.
Loving women is as natural as breathing to me.

I feel nothing for Jaime.
I want to kiss her so badly, every second I'm not doing it hurts.

The thoughts spiralled, everything I'd taken for granted met by an equal and opposite reaction by the emerging sapphic speaking inside me.

Could it be true...?

Jaime's knowing smile as I began walking towards her, in a trance, approaching her strong and beautiful body with the apprehension of a newborn foal, told me there was one sure way to test the theory.

'Come on then, mamacita. Show me what you got, hey?'

And I did. I showed her everything.

From the moment her lips captured mine, I showed her everything I loved about her. The way she laughed adoringly at my inexperienced enthusiasm. The way she touched me, caressed my near-naked body, with not mindless lust but pure, carnal, directed, female love, and let my curious hands touch her in turn. The way she giggled through the kiss in a way that simultaneously mocked the silly situation that led to our congress, and expressed joy that it had turned out this way. That she'd helped me.

I was totally lost in her, brown and white skin becoming indistinct as they pressed together, needing, pleading to become one, our hearts pounding together in a symphony of desire. Her sweet scent, with that slight tinge of heat and spice, filled my nostrils as I shoved my face adoringly against her shoulder, moaning wordlessly as my hands clasped pleadingly against her back. I never wanted this to end.

It was only when, trapped utterly in this haze of lesbian love, I reached down towards the other piece of my swimsuit in an intent to expose myself completely to Jaime's embrace, that she gently kissed my forehead and leaned away.

'Not here, amor mío. You deserve private place. Bed. For first time with woman.'

I gave the tiniest of needy whines, trying selfishly to drag her back and continue this amazing new experience, but I knew she was right. I had stumbled upon something amazing, but it had to be done right.

'And imagine your boyfriend come looking for you here, and find you fingers inside me, eh? Not good?'

Crud, I'd completely forgotten about Bryce. I hadn't even seen him since meeting Jaime. He hadn't come back to the pool after leaving to argue with some idiot.

I fumbled with my locker, towelling myself frantically and pulling on my clothes. 'Sorry, I really need to- I'm not sure where he- Let me check.'

I booted up my phone, cursing the slow startup of the cheap model as Jaime shrugged and resumed changing, pulling on her lilac dress. The messaging app flashed up. Two unread messages from Bryce.

The first, from about two and a half hours ago.

'Hey babe, sorry I left you at the pool. Dad had a bit of a work emergency he needed me to deal with, so I had to dash off and won't make it back to the spa today. You can maybe come over this evening to chill and do the deed anyway if you wanna? I know it's no swanky hotel room, but love's what really matters, right?'

My stomach churned a little at the mention of love and 'doing the deed' with Bryce, despite our extensive previous history of going through those motions. I swiped to the second message, from more like half an hour ago.

'Uh, babe? Everything OK? You still in the pool LOL? Coming round or not?'

I heaved a deep sigh, glancing back at Jaime in the faint hope that maybe she could share some deep lesbian wisdom about how to handle dealing with sexual requests from someone you've suddenly lost all desire for, but the changing room was empty. Her bag was gone. Her locker was cleared out.

She left? No, wait, I can't lose her! I thought. I moved to grab my own bag and go after her, but stopped dead at the sight of a scrawled note lying by the handle. I scanned it slowly, feeling my sapphic heartbeat slowly hasten once more.

'10pm tonight. Room 202. Ready for more, straight girl? -J'

I stared at the note for a few slow moments, reading and rereading. A plan of action slowly formed, my fingers going back to the messaging app on my phone and clicking back to Bryce.

I actually had a great time at the pool. As for coming round later, yeah, sorry dude.

...

My fingers began to type again, faintly, reverently touching that spot on my forehead Jaime's lips had touched.

...Something came up.

[To be continued in Part 3, the finale! Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you feel so inclined! I spent a good few hours on this and the first part, though to be fair my clit wrote most of this :P]

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, intended to arouse and entertain. Any resemblances to real events, or persons living or dead, including the protagonist (who is not an accurate representation of, nor based on, me) is entirely coincidental.

Women are allowed to discuss this work with me through comments or DMs. Men, please keep to the under-post comments section. Thank you for your understanding and please enjoy.

---

I'm still not quite sure what happened. How it happened. Exactly how the sequence of events that lead to me, sitting here, nerves buzzing uncontrollably, typing this out at my home-office desk well past midnight, in the middle of a hot, humid summer night, unfolded. What I am sure is that I want to record every moment of what happened today, and never forget a word. A breath. A single second of... her.

I should begin at the beginning.

My name is Carla. I'm a white, twenty-four-year-old student up to my neck in university tuition and several part-time jobs. I practically have a master's degree in being stressed the fuck out.

Fortunately, I'm- well, supposed to be heterosexual and have an amazing boyfriend who cares and dotes on me and takes me out to places and-

Okay, calm down, Carla. If we're going to get down what happened, we need to start being honest with ourselves and stop being emotional about today.

I'm Carla. I'm a lesbian as of about four hours ago and I couldn't be happier. Let me tell you what changed and how.

---

Bryce, my boyfriend. Lovely guy. Really. This isn't about him. Well, it is, I- look, I need to just shut up and get on with it. He's so nice, he really cares about me, I loved him- still do, in a sense, but...

Okay. So he knew I was stressed about everything going on. Awesome guy that he is, he offered to take me to a fancy hotel-and-spa place on my day off, just to relax. Swim in the pool, maybe scarf down some hors d’oeuvres or whatever the fuck, have a fun day together, get back to the hotel room and bang each other until we passed out. Brilliant. Utterly superb plan. Was looking forward to every second of it.

Except on the day, I just wasn't feeling it. I still have no idea why. I couldn't stop thinking about my course, about work, about how expensive the stay probably was. I couldn't relax. Little things like the food being posh and gross bothered me more than they should've. I felt super self conscious in the outdoor pool because my swimwear was a bit tight and made me look uncomfortably like a porn star, as one guy VERY UNHELPFULLY pointed out. Seriously, screw you, Dave, and screw the patriarchy that made you think it was totally fine and normal to say that to a stranger. Ugh.

Okay, it was here that something happened. Right. After Bryce had followed that idiot to the changing rooms to yell at him. After it was just me lying on the poolside recliner in my too-tight swimsuit, cheeks red as a tomato and fuming with the feminine fury of forty thousand suns. Grassroots feminism at its finest, folks.

I shut my eyes, stuck my sunhat over my face and desperately tried to just soak up the rays and forget about my life.

Then came the sound of water swishing around in the pool right where my recliner was facing. I blearily opened my eyes, expecting some other pervert trying to get a good ogling angle on me.

And... okay, fuck. What do I even say about her? How do I capture a description of this lady in words?

...I'll try anyway. A chocolate-brown-skinned, curvy woman in an utterly gorgeous orange floral-pattern bikini was treading water, leaning over the poolside at me with a friendly smile and wiping her pristine black hair out of her beautiful face.

'Everything alright, hermosa?'

Okay, so I was completely starstruck here. We're talking face even redder, blinking a few times like an absolute gormless idiot. I was... I think at the time I was jealous of how she looked. I'm not sure if that was genuinely what was happening at the time, or if that was just... the only way my brain at that point could comprehend the thoughts I was having.

'Oh. Hi. I, um... Uh...'

'That man get to you, sweetheart? Is it this heat? You feel alright?' The woman began to haul herself out of the water, dark muscles rippling and heaving as water cascaded off her absolutely-fucking-perfect body. I think I was seriously wondering if a fucking mermaid or black Aphrodite herself had been borne out of this hotel pool. In a heterosexual way.

'N-no, I- I'm fine, I just- Uh...'

Cue me stuttering like a fifty-year-old outboard motor having a panic attack as this absolute goddess cocks her head to one side and stares at me as if I've mildly confused her. Dear god. Get it together, Carla.

'Uh...' Okay, in retrospect, staring at those beautiful brown breasts through her damp orange bikini was not helping me concentrate here. Please cut me and my dysfunctional voice box some slack.

'One moment, querido.'

She strolled to a nearby unoccupied recliner, dragging it effortlessly over and pulling it right up against mine, lying down with impressively beautiful grace for a reasonably large woman and setting my heart pounding out of my chest while I desperately tried to look straight ahead.

'You upset if I ask your name?'

I swallowed hard. 'Carla.'

'Ay, gorgeous.' she hummed elegantly. 'I'm afraid my name's bit drab in comparison. Jaime. Is pleasure meeting you.'

Okay, can I take a second to mention: what? What? How is her name drab compared to mine? 'Carla' sounds like the most average white American girl you'll ever see. Jaime? What was this, Most Beautiful Name Awards 2026?

'Hi, Jaime. It's, um, nice to meet you too?' I managed to stammer out.

She gave a low, slight, breath that was almost a juvenile moan at that, as if simply hearing her name on my mouth felt good.

'The pleasure all mine, querida. Now, I like to think I'm good at helping people. You have look about you of someone who unhappy. I wonder if you want to run your worries past little me. See if I can make a darling güera like you feel any better.'

Was not a fan of how being called a darling made my heart thump there, even if it took looking it up later to know what güera meant (She was either calling me white, or a 'blondie', which I'm honestly less mad about than I'd have thought). So much so that it took me a good ten seconds to decide on what to say next.

'It's just... life, I guess.' I sighed, not really knowing why I was telling this weirdly beautiful stranger anything. 'I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment, so my boyfriend tried to take me here to relax, but... I'm not really having fun. I'm still thinking about work and uni.'
I think mentioning Bryce was a sort of automatic defence response here. Perhaps this was my body's unconscious attempt to scare off this woman and hope the urges looking at her gave me went away with her.

Jaime took a moment to respond.
'I see. So you trouble with... taking your mind off of things. And your boyfriend is not helping. I understand the feeling.'

There was an oddly tense silence. What did she mean by she understood the feeling? And what was happening with my stupid heart trying to jump into my mouth?

Suddenly, her recliner scraped backwards as she stood up.

'Come, chiquita. Into the pool with me. Let me teach you swimming, and not moping around.'

Looking up at Jaime perfectly framed against the afternoon sunshine, moisture still dripping off her muscular body, I found I couldn't even think of declining. I took her outstretched hand and, enthused by the contact of our flesh, pulled myself up at the same moment that she strongly pulled me up out of the recliner, the unexpected combination of forces sending me crashing against her body.

I suddenly faceplanted in her abdomen, heart instantly pounding. Her bare skin was so smooth, warm, moist, and she smelled strangely nice, like spiced honey, or perhaps it was some lingering perfume she had on. Either way, it was utterly, dangerously addictive.

She gently chuckled above me, pulling my face away with one strong arm and leaving me dizzy on my feet.

'Careful there, cariño. I know you excited to swim, but not too enthusiastic, eh?'

Face burning and trying my hardest to remain calm and composed, I took her hand again and slipped into the pool alongside her, conscious of our bodies treading water together.

She launched another endearing smile at me, our heads bobbing up and down almost in sync.
'Now, first, you do the front crawl. Like this:'

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I lost track of the hours me and Jaime spent in the pool.

She was such a constant, bright companion, as eager to smilingly congratulate me as to laugh and call me a pilluela when I forgot where I was going and bumped into her or another swimmer. Whenever my form was off, or she wanted to adjust my direction, she had no qualms about laying hands on my body and twisting me effortlessly into all the correct positions, and every time without fail my heartbeat quickened and my face flushed. This was more fun than I remembered having in... well, years.

When the outdoor pool finally closed for the day, a primly-dressed member of hotel staff politely demanding we exit to the changing rooms, I was beaming with happiness, Jaime beside me and planting an affectionate hand on my back to lift me out of the pool with ease as we heaved ourselves out onto the tiles, dripping and laughing.

'Seems today has been good for you, no, my little Carla?' she teased gently as we passed through the door.

I grabbed a towel from the rack and started gently drying off. All the other guests had long since finished in the pool, and we were alone in the changing room. 'Yeah, yeah it has!' I beamed. 'You're really... amazing, you know that, Jaime?'

'Happy to hear it, mija. I have had fun also. Now let me dry you off. You will get nowhere rubbing it around like that, silly.'

I froze momentarily as she snatched the towel from my hands, only to giggle desperately when she planted it over my head and rubbed wildly, buffeting my head around in a drying tornado that left my hair extremely messy. At that moment, I felt like just passing out from happiness. Hell, she'd probably have caught me like a gentleman. A gentle-lady.

When I recovered, she was opening her locker, taking out a beautifully adorned lilac dress and patterned bra that was as eye-catching as the bikini I had seen her in this whole time. I almost missed the exact moment when she casually tossed off the top of her floral bikini while turned away, her curved bare back an impossibly smooth masterpiece of romantic chocolate shade. I froze up, staring like a lunatic. I couldn't help myself. Even though I knew I was straight, this woman was undeniably... perfect. Holy shit.

As if sensing my gaze boring into her back, Jaime turned around with a sly smile, her bare bosom on proud display, and I think my brain melted right then and there. I get shamefully wet down in that place thinking about it even now as I write. If her back had been perfect, the front of her torso perfected perfection. I could have lost myself in those smooth, darkened breasts, the supple flesh curved in all the right places, her body a work of art that made me want to cry, kneel, worship.

'Oy, you peeking, chaparrita? Eh?' Her tone was light, teasing, but I still felt so embarrassed I wanted to melt into the floor and sink to the core of the earth, my face burning.

'Sorry! Sorry! I'll- I'll leave!' I stammered, making a break for the door despite not even being out of my swimsuit yet. I think my internal logic was 'if I'm being a creep, she deserves privacy more than I do', or perhaps 'I need to get out of here before I'm really forced to start questioning my sexuality' but it doesn't really matter because she called me back immediately.

'Hey, no problem. Not private. I did in front of you, not your fault. Besides, coming from a woman like you? Compliment, no?' She grinned.

Intense relief along with a sort of resigned dread washed through my system, my eyes instinctively returning to her body even as I tried desperately to look away regardless of the permission she'd granted.
'Thanks, thanks, but you... don't have to be that nice, you know? I'll... I'll just stop looking. It's fine.'

I turned away to start changing, trying in vain to think about my boyfriend's chest, some hot guy, anything other than that captivating brown body, but she called out to me again.

'You don't got to stop looking, cuqui. But if you wanna, maybe keep things fair for me, eh? Change as well, where I can see? Not a problem if no. Your choice, bebé.

And what a choice I had just been presented with. Willingly show off my own body to Jaime's eyes, just as an 'if I wanted to' thing? Did I want to? Yes. So badly. I'm not a voyeur or anything, I should make that clear, but I wanted nothing more than to match what this wonderful woman had done for me. She'd taken the whole afternoon with me, brightening me up and, frankly, showing me a brilliant new side to life. I wanted to give something back, and to connect with her in that special way. That intimate way. Even if it meant something might change about me, bring out some new side that I wasn't ready for.

The fiery, daring look in her eye spurred forward the decision I was, honestly, already going to make. I lifted my hands up behind my back, fumbled nervously with the clasp of the still-stupidly-tight bikini...

and let it drop.

My cissy pussy throbs with need whenever I see a dominant trans person 😖I wish I could serve superior trans queens and kings daily. I can't stop fantasizing about it

Two things I can't stop fantasizing about:
-Going to a pride parade naked, wrapped in a huge trans flag, and having it ripped off and being taken on the street by a horny gang of transgender gods and goddesses
-Being a TERF and going to 'debate' a group of trans women only to be fucked into allyship and made their inferior cissy cumdump

Personally I'm a big fan of:

-slimy slugs and snails with nasty fat flared cocks

-huge worms slipping into my womb and urethra (potential cock and ball infestation for anyone fucking me :3)

-horrible giant spiders with huge egg sacs