Fetish Fighting and Sex: Five Lost Stories of Lesbian’s with Attitude

By Candice Christian

Five previously released stories together in one volume:
Justine's Dream
Justine and Stacey first meet at the gym and instantly find themselves attracted to each other. Justine learns that Stacey is full of surprises.

Project Rosebud
Chris and Noelle are in a business relationship, that unexpectedly turns to a lesbian relationship.

Kiss and Make Up
Cassie and Nadia are a romantic couple about to make up, following an ugly spat they had. Each has a surprise for the other for the make-up.

The Setup
An Extreme Catfight, seen through the eyes of one of the combatants girlfriend turns into a morality play of sorts

A Less than Unique Tale
Tragic tale of Anna, pregnant at seventeen, condemned to and abusive marriage. Loses her baby to welfare system and nearly killed on the streets of Windsor Ontario.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Dec 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463538425

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Justine's Dream

Chapter One

At first glance, most folks thought Justine was a real beauty. She had a shapely body but also a somewhat solid, muscular build. Close up, her face was pretty but not beautiful in a classic sense. Her sassy green eyes were most penetrating, as if she could stare down anyone who might dare her. Her dark brown hair was cut in a short blow dry cut.

She was a tomboy in some ways and hardly a slave to fashion - she loved to wear hole-in-the-knee jeans, gaudy tee shirts and large, revealing tank top tees.

But Justine could also be a prissy little bitch. Although she usually did so with dread, she could dress up and look quite stunning. When she flashed that bright smile and those sparkling eyes, she was the perfect flirt.

Cute is a word you might think of to describe Justine in that femme state. But never, never, ever say she was cute to her face. She'd turn on you in a minute for saying a dumb thing like that because it showed your ignorance of her.

I'm not cute, she'd command, her nostrils flaring.

In fact, she was a woman who told you straight out how and where the sun was shining.

But Justine was an enigma in more ways than just her appearance. She used her talents quite mercilessly to fluster the local boys who were always trying to put the make on her. Won't they ever learn, she'd laugh to herself.

Sure, there had always been snickers about her from the time she was little. So boyish, people would say behind her back.

Others called her a dyke, especially those boys who felt humiliated by her rejection of their advances. But Justine didn't care. She was her own person, someone who would do just about anything and the hell with whoever might stand in her way. Justine was also the kind of woman who could be your best friend for the rest of your life.

Stacey met Justine at Snap Fitness, a Lexington work out facility and gym. This particular one, was a health club frequented by gays and lesbians, but it also had a straight crowd, too.

When Stacey first saw Justine, she was wearing a bright green tank tee shirt with no bra. Every time she bent over to pick up the barbells, silent eyes around the room would turn to catch a glimpse of her shapely, perky breasts. She loved flashing the world this way and reveled at the attention.

That's how it all happened. Stacey was doing Nautilus exercises on the main floor when Justine set up the bench press next to me. She lay on the bench, planted her feet on the ground and spread her legs. She reached up for the bar and started doing bench presses.

As she pumped, Justine's tee shirt tightly gripped the front of her chest. Stacey stared when Stacey thought she wasn't looking and then turned away when our eyes met. Stacey still didn't know what attracted her to Justine. But there was something about her that made her look. And then Stacey noticed that...she was looking at her, too.

People have always told her that she was not too hard on the eyes. Stacey's about 5'7" and weigh around 120 lbs. most of the time. She's not loaded up top, but at 34C-24-34 her clothes don't look bad on her, either. And Stacey has medium length blonde hair. That day Stacey chose to wear black yoga pants, and a midriff tee shirt. The pants were like a second skin.

The whole style was jokingly referred to as `The Camel Toeing' because it showed the outline of her labia as the fabric was wedged between her crotch lips. It usually got its fair share of second looks, too - from both the men and the other women.

Stacey could see that Justine was trying to be inconspicuous as she looked her over from head to toe. No pun intended! Stacey was always the epitome of femininity (her mother's words), yet Stacey found herself strangely pulled to Justine.

She was like a man and a woman at the same time. Maybe that's what drew me to her. Her life had always been somewhat unusual but today all that would change. Justine saw to that.

They traded glances as Justine bench pressed 100 pounds of weight. Her entire body would tense with each thrust. Stacey felt a tingling of anticipation as her breath forced her chest to rise, her points poking through the thin fabric of her loose tee shirt. She lay on the bench panting, eyes closed, straining under the weight.

At first, Stacey just glanced her way. Then Stacey stared open-mouthed. As she reached to put the barbell on the stand, her left nipple peeked out from the corner of her tee shirt. At that moment, she met my gaze with a silent challenge, as if daring me to look even more. Then she rolled toward me, giving me a full view of both breasts as she climbed off the bench.

See anything you like, she said in a mocking tone.

Stacey smiled and quickly retorted Yeah, it seems like you do have a couple of good points, in spite of what everyone says.

Justine let out a loud guffaw, as if she'd just heard the world's funniest joke. She sidled over to Stacey and put her arm around her shoulder. Then she pulled back her tee shirt top and looked right down at the cleavage underneath.

Seems like you've got the right stuff. So what else does everyone say? she asked seriously but her smile belied her intentions.

Stacey blushed furiously and looked around the room to see if anyone else had seen what just happened. A few other people were on the floor, but they were all busy doing sit-ups or working on their bodies. Stacey turned her gaze back to Justine.

My name's Stacey. And are you always so forward when you first meet someone?

She eyed her appreciatively, Only to those who stare at my tits, she replied without taking her gaze off Stacey's.

Her heart raced and her pulse zoomed. Stacey felt flush all over but especially red in the face as Stacey turned away from her gaze. That seemed to arouse Justine's interest even further and she smiled.

Blushing, dearie, now do tell me whatever for?

Her lips pursed, Stacey looked over at Justine. How Stacey wanted her. Stacey wanted to rip off her shorts and walk her fingers all over her. Could she sense it? Did she know? Justine noticed her silence and put her hand on Stacey's shoulder.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Oh you didn't, Stacey said falteringly, I just have never met anyone like you.

Justine studied her for a minute. Do you mean because I'm a lesbian? she asked forthrightly but defensively.

This time it was Stacey's turn to feel chagrined. Oh no, I figured that but it's just that you're so honest and quick, too.

Justine relaxed her sweat slick shoulders. And that doesn't scare you? she asked.

Without hesitating Stacey looked at her and smiled. No, in fact, I'm more than a little turned on.

Justine took her hand and led her to the locker room. Stacey felt a heat between her legs at her touch and was grateful when they were finally well inside. She walked over to a locker stall, pulled open the drape, and stepped in. She sat down on the dressing bench and then proceeded to strip off her tee-shirt. She motioned for Stacey to come in and do the same.

After a quick look around, Stacey stepped in and stretched the drape behind her. Stacey pulled her arms out of the tee shirt and popped it off her head. Then Stacey tugged the shoulder straps of the tank top down around her arms. Justine reached over and quickly pulled the straps from Stacey's arm, revealing her smooth up-turned breasts.

My, my, she said approvingly, the good Lord was very good to you.

She stroked the awakening tips of her nipples. Sparks jolted through Stacey at her touch. Over and around the two small pink patches until there was no question about her state of arousal. Stacey reached over to touch her swaying breasts and felt her nipples stiffen slightly.

Justine stood upright as she reacted to the touch. Stacey slowly caressed the sides of her arms and worked her way over to her luscious mounds. Her fingers flickered softly, and Stacey began to squeeze her now erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Justine moaned slightly and closed her eyes. At the same time, she started pulling at the end of Stacey's pants.

Stacey cupped her left breast with one hand and used the other to pull the yoga pants off. They fell silently to the floor and Stacey stepped out of them. Stacey stood standing only in a high-cut pair of panties. Justine opened her eyes and looked at Stacey lustily.

With a quick motion, she pulled off her shorts and panties at the same time, revealing a billowy mound of curly brown hair. She looked at Stacey and began toying with the elastic waistband of her panties. As she tugged at the top, she slipped her other hand over her swelling mound and began to play with the fabric that outlined the curves of her lips.

Stacey's panties were soaking up her juices and Stacey felt a large wet spot run from the tip of her clit to the bottom of her slit. Her pulsating lips were already gorged and nearly exploded as she edged her finger under the material. Stacey gasped as she pulled the fabric back.

You shave? she asked incredulously as her finger felt the smooth outline of Stacey's mound.

I just started doing it. Do you like it? Stacey asked a little sheepishly.

Like it, she mumbled as her tongue parted the edges of Stacey's slit and started to explore, I love it. You're so smooth, so accessible.

Stacey laughed as she bent over to remove her now soaked panties. Well here, let me make this even more accessible.

Stacey lay back on the bench and spread her legs open wide until her feet rested on each side of the stall. Justine took one long loving look at the cleanly shaved pussy before her and Stacey looked back at her full breasts and juice-soaked pouting lips that were concealed only by a flurry of fur.

Oh, how I want you, Justine exclaimed as she let out her breath.

Take me, take me, Stacey purred.

With a sassy smile Justine reached over and kissed her hard on her mouth. Stacey fondled her breasts and slid her hand down her belly, feeling the fire rising in her. Her strong, muscular thighs were straining as she licked her way down to Stacey's swelling slit. She stopped to suckle her right orb and Stacey reached up with her arms to embrace her solid frame.

Justine felt so good to her touch. Stacey admired her strength and her confidence. As Stacey swirled her thick pubic hair around her finger Stacey could sense Justine's readiness. Slowly, Stacey shifted her position and edged down to the top of her clit, gently rubbing the rising knob. Justine let out a throaty ahhhhhhh as Stacey's fingers parted her soaking lips and pushed into the warm, throbbing depths of her folds.

As Justine arched her back toward Stacey's open palm she pushed her pussy onto her dripping hand. She looked over to Stacey as her fingers finished finessing her wholly heaving hips.

Here, let me help you up, Justine said as she pulled Stacey toward her.

As Stacey stood up her hand traced her skin from the outer edges of her slit, up past her belly button, until it settled on the crook of her hip. Stacey ran her finger to her mouth and touched the tip of her nose. The light reflected off her emerald eyes and cast a soft glow about her face.

I'd love to get you off, Justine softly spoke after a moment.

She gently grasped the sides of Stacey's head with both her strong hands. She pulled her face close and held her eyes captive to her rich, verdant gaze. She kissed Stacey long and feverishly. Stacey wrapped her arms around Justine's broad back and then pulled aside her momentarily to get a full view.

I wish you would, Stacey said lustily.

With that, Justine motioned for her to sit on the dressing bench. Stacey's pussy tingled with anticipation as she dropped to her knees and pushed her shoulders back against the wall. As Stacey settled, she spread her petals opened and lovingly ran her tongue up one edge, then the other. The heat began to mount.

The fire spread inward from the edge. Stacy's pussy dripped as Justine pushed back the hood of her clit with her tongue and slowly swirled it. Her other hand supported Stacey's small, smooth ass and she kept running her hand over the globes and into the crack. Her tongue lashed at the tip of her clit until it stood ready and pulsing in the soft light.

Justine's mouth covered the entire length of her hairless slit as her tongue whirled deeper and deeper. She inserted two fingers into Stacey's folds and slowly worked them up her pussy. Her mouth spread fire while her fingers worked their magic.

Oh, harder, harder. Fuck me, Stacey softly moaned down to her. Oh lick my clit, yes...yes...right there. Ohhhhh.

The first peak made Stacey quiver and a torrent gushed between her legs. Justine expertly worked her fingers and pushed up hard and deep within her. Her thumb found Stacey's throbbing knob and she pressed it softly into the hooded fold.

Oh, I'm coming...ohhhhh.... Stacey cried out quietly.

Justine alternated between her tongue and her fingers until she felt Stacey's legs tense and flush. The jolts surged through her in waves. Her hand tightened and loosened in time with Stacey's contractions. As her pussy pulsated in passionate abandon, Justine ran her tongue one last time up her slit.

Ohhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oh more, more. Ahhhhhhhh.

Up Stacey raced in a giddying gush of hot magma as the last wave landed. Her pussy was soaked and dripping. Warmth penetrated her from end to end and made her feel so dreamy, so cared for in a special way. After a few moments the heat began to subside, and Stacey sat up slowly. Justine was still on her knees before her. Stacey's