One Night Only A Lesbian Erotic Story By Luna Swift Author of the bestselling ‘Choose Your Own Erotic Adventure’ Collection Text copyright © 2014 Luna Swift All rights reserved Cover image courtesy marin:freedigitalphotos.net Visit lunaswift.com for FREE samples of all of Luna’s books Follow Luna on twitter @misslunaswift.com For adults only. Praise for Luna Swift (Taken from reader reviews on amazon, literotica and omorashi.org) I haven't paid for an erotic story before, but after reading the sample I knew that I had to pay the low asking price and give it a shot. Very hot! Great read. Will have to have a look at your other stuff! Very, very hot. And well-written too. I thoroughly enjoyed this, many thanks. Enjoyed your story. Keep 'em comin! Kudos to Lunaswift for wonderful command & usage of English. This is a VERY well written story!! Gets to the subject quickly and descriptively giving satisfaction time after time. Well worth the read Nice story, always admired your works keep it up This is a really good story...an excellent author You've created a new fantasy for me. Your writing is excellent. :) The theme of deliberately teasing a desperate person is something I greatly enjoy, which is why I liked this story so much. Oh my god. This is the hottest thing I have read in a long time. Contents Chapter 1 – Moving Into My First Shared House Chapter 2 – Offered a Part in a Play Chapter 3 – Some Nudity Required Chapter 4 – Meeting the Drama Tutor Chapter 5 – Frustrated in Bed Chapter 6 – Housemates Reveal Their Secrets Chapter 7 – Rehearsing Hard Chapter 8 – Defending Friends Chapter 9 – Practising the Sex Scene Chapter 10 – Special Tuition Chapter 11 – Show Time Chapter 12 – A Shocking Revelation SPECIAL BONUS – “Seduced by my Boss” Chapter 1 – Caught in the Act About the Author Also by the Same Author Chapter 1 – Moving Into My First Shared House How did I end up here? Naked in bed with another woman whilst someone old enough to be my mother sits on a chair watching us touch each other. And when I moved in I was the shy one. My parents had driven me to my new house on my first day, I couldn’t even drive yet. If you’d been there, you’d have been surrounded by people just like me. Nervous but excited, laid down with luggage, trying to make small talk with the complete strangers we’d spend the next year living with. My new house didn’t look that bad from the outside. Stepping inside though, I was met with a fug of smoke emanating from the toaster in the kitchen. Two girls came coughing into the hallway, each blaming the other for the mini inferno whilst I stood with my hand outstretched. “Hi, I’m-“ They pushed past me in their rush to get outside and breathe in some fresh air, continuing to argue throughout. I turned round to face them, my parents carrying a suitcase between them up the short litter strewn path to the door. “Hi, I’m-“ “Room three?” the purple haired woman asked, smiling as her friend continued coughing. “I’m Emma. Room one. The fire starter there is Eva.” “I didn’t start it,” Eva snapped, sitting on the wall and brushing her hair from her eyes. “I just burnt YOUR toast that was all. Excuse me for trying to be nice and making you some breakfast.” “Where do you want this?” my mother asked, “only it’s quite heavy.” “Room three,” Emma replied. “It’s straight upstairs. Do you need a hand?” “No, no, we’re fine, thanks.” My father was polite as ever. I carried my case inside, ignored the acrid burnt smell and walked up the creaking stairs, finding myself opposite a white door marked “3.” There was a key in the door so I unlocked it and stepped inside to see the room I would be living in for the next year. It wasn’t too bad. Light and airy, a single bed in one corner and a desk over by the window. My view was of the one of the college car parks, a few trees and about a million cars glinting in the sunlight. “All right isn’t it?” I turned round to see Emma standing behind me. She looked much nicer when she wasn’t coughing and spitting on the ground. Long purple hair tumbled over her shoulders, topping a tie died skintight tee-shirt and a pair of bright red jeans. Eva appeared behind her. “Looks like you got the best room. I knew I should have changed the numbers over before you arrived.” Eva looked the opposite of her friend. She was tiny, I was five foot six and I seemed to tower over her. The only thing big about her were her boobs, cleavage sticking out over the kind of top I’d never dare to wear. As she turned away I noticed her hair was tied back with a pair of elastic bands. Was this the legendary student frugality I’d heard about? “Do they hurt?” I asked. Emma frowned. “Do what hurt?” “Those elastic bands of hers.” “Oh those. Nah, she found a bagful of them in her room when she moved in, snips them out each night with scissors.” “When did you two move in? I thought we weren’t allowed to arrive until today.” My parents shouted up to me from downstairs. “We’re off darling. Call you tonight.” It didn’t take me too long to settle in once they’d gone. The three of us seemed to spend more time alone in our rooms than together downstairs. In the first month I doubt I said more to them than I had on that first day. That suited me fine as I was swamped with work from the word go. I’d thought university life would mean drowning in parties and beer and drugs and sex and all the exciting things you do when you’re away from home for the first time but apparently not. I only had my first glimpse of a naked person late in October and that wasn’t exactly the hot guy I’d anticipated. It was Eva. Chapter 2 – Offered a Part in a Play I walked into the house after a three hour lecture and another hour queuing at the union shop expecting a bit of peace and quiet. Instead my ears were filled with the sound of the two of them arguing. “I’m not doing it, no way. Ask someone else.” “Please Emma, I’m begging you.” “I said no!” I’d reached the kitchen and was dumping my shopping bag on the counter. “What’s up with you two?” I asked. “Ah, Dani. You’ll do it won’t you?” Eva said, turning to me. “Do what?” I asked, putting my milk in the fridge and wondering how long before they drank it all this time. “Be in my play. One of the performers has dropped out and if I can’t find a replacement we’ll have to cancel the whole thing and this B.I.T.C.H refuses to help.” “Don’t call me a bitch!” Emma snapped, storming off to her room. “I didn’t call you a bitch,” Eva called after her before turning back to me. “I spelled it.” “Why won’t she do it?” I asked. “She’s not willing to appear naked on stage. There’s only ever about five people who come to our plays anyway and she knows them all so I don’t understand what her problem is.” “Wait,” I frowned. “Back up. There’s nudity in your play.” “Yeah, my drama teacher wrote it and if I perform she’s promised me I won’t have to write another assignment for the rest of the year. I need to do this!” “Do you have to be naked in it?” Eva blushed and nodded. “It’s called ‘One Night Only.’ It’s about two women realising they love each other. It’s all very tasteful though. I’ve had a few shots taken of me on set for the posters, have a look. See what you think.” She passed me a pile of photos and I flicked through them, not sure where to look. In the first, taken from waist height, Emma stood with a nervous smile on her face, her chest bared. “That was the first test shot,” Eva giggled over my shoulder. “What do you think?” “I think it looks nice,” I managed to say. “Look, I don’t really want to see-“ “You think I look awful don’t you?” “No, no, not at all. You look great.” I sighed and turned to the next photo. Taken from behind, Eva was leaning across a bed on stage, the curve of her bottom bathed in light. Another showed her sat with her legs crossed, arms folded across her chest. “We’re thinking of using that one on the fliers, not that it ever makes a difference. You know what? If we used a photo of you we might bring in some more people. You look a hot prettier than me.” “Woah, hold on. I never said I’d do it.” She looked crushed. “Oh please Dani. At least come to rehearsal before you say no. See what you think and then make your mind up.” “All right,” I said, wondering whether I’d regret my decision.