|Girls Night Out|
Review: Girls Night Out
by Kameron Brook
Razor’s Edge/Changeling Press
Emily has been fantasizing about being with Neeka for weeks. When they go out to the
movies Emily thought it was just a girls night out at the movies but when she admits
her attraction for Neeka things heat up quickly.
Neeka had never suspected that sexy dance teacher wanted her. When Emily admits her
attraction it leads to an explosive night, one she hopes will lead to more.
Weeks ago I was discussing with some friends on the Changeling Press loop that there
wasn’t enough female/female romance out there. There is a lot of male/male and being
a reader who likes to read all genres I always thought that there should be equal
amount of both types of gay fiction. Then I read Kameron Brook and realized
that this is exactly what has been missing.
Like the other novellas I have read from Kameron Brook the sexual scenes sizzle. But you
also like the characters. Even though you meet Neeka and Emily for a short time, you cannot help
but want to read more.
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Copyright ©2012 Kameron Brook
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Emily pulled up outside her house and realized she was running late getting ready for her girls’ night out with Neeka. The day seemed to have gotten away from her, but she still had thirty minutes to freshen up before Neeka arrived. After running into the house and tossing her purse on the counter, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off along the way. Pulling the checkered shower curtain aside, she turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm up. She reached inside and tested the temperature, then slowly stepped into the tub, closed the curtain behind her, and pulled the lever. The water beat down on her ample bosom, teasing her nipples to peaks. The sensation of the beads of water pelting her nipples felt like a thousand licks from a lover. She had the perfect partner in mind — Neeka. Her body was on fire, sensitive, and on edge. She looked up at the detachable nozzle, knowing exactly what she must do to take care of some of the ache already building up in her core. Reaching up, she released “old reliable” from its chamber and brought it slowly across her chest. The powerful jets thumped across her breasts and descended while she braced a single leg on the edge of the porcelain tub. If she had more time, she would have adjusted the power of its stream, alternating fast and slow like a lover’s tongue. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to tease her body as usual. She needed relief now, so she twisted the head to hit her full blast. Over and over, the lines of water pounded against her sex. She braced her back against the shower wall and enjoyed the ride while she conjured up Neeka’s face. Those beautiful deep brown eyes gazed up at her while the goddess’ tongue flicked, nibbled, and sucked on her clitoris. God, yes, it was Neeka bringing her to orgasm. How she longed to have the woman’s face buried between her folds. For now, she took pleasure where she could get it. Again, “old reliable” did its trick and elicited a scream from her lips. She moaned out Neeka’s name again as her legs began to quiver. Her free hand rounded each breast and stopped on her left globe. Taking a pointy peak between her thumb and index finger, she dived into the vast tundra of both pleasure and pain. When the last tremor of her orgasm subsided, she reached for her strawberry scented body wash and squeezed a hearty amount of it onto her loofah. Using the sponge to scrub away the evidence of a hard day’s work, she took extra time to cleanse her sex. A few quick passes through her folds forced another orgasm to soar through her. This time, she had to reach for the handrail to remain upright. Steadying herself, she placed the showerhead back in its holster and turned off the water, grasping the towel off the rack and drying off one leg at a time before stepping out completely. It was then she heard the front door shut and a voice sound out. “Hey, Em, it’s just me. I hope you don’t mind me walking in, but I knocked several times and you didn’t answer,” Neeka called. Swiping the back of her hand across the steamed mirror, Emily studied her reflection in the mirror and shouted back, “No, I don’t mind. Be out in a sec. Please make yourself at home.”