Sample Chapter from "The Seduction of Gabriella"
While most of my erotica has been of the hotwife variety, I have plans for TONS of other sub genres. My current work, one that I'm becoming increasingly excited about, is an FFM erotic romance called "The Seduction of Gabriella."
Brooke is a happily married woman, but she finds herself drawn to the body of a much younger, but devastatingly sexy, co-worker named Gabriella. When the two decide to hit the mall with their fresh paychecks, Brooke finds herself in very tight quarters with her flirty friend.
Hope you enjoy. The book is at about 33k, and I intend it to be around 55k words when finished. Would love to hear feedback!
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An hour and a half later, Brooke and Gabriella finally ascended the escalator to the second floor, where the lingerie store “Sweet and Sinister” was located. Gabriella hadn’t purchased anything, just looked at some movies and some blouses which she opted out of. Brooke had three bags; she’d picked up a new video game for Dylan as a present, then grabbed herself a few new pairs of jeans and a lovely red coat for the coming winter.
They reached the second floor and there was the sexy looking “S&S” lit up above the lingerie store.
“Well,” Brooke said, “I think we’ve reached your stop.”
Gabriella nodded, but “Mmhmm,” was all she said. She’d been a little less flirty since they’d gotten to the mall. She seemed to have tensed up about something ever since Brooke mentioned she had a great body.
But still, there were reasons to be optimistic.
Earlier, they’d gotten stuck in a very crowded store, and had to navigate their way out through the clothes fixtures. It was a tight fit for both of them, and Gabby had rested her hand on Brooke’s shoulder blade to keep the two together as they navigated.
The light touch excited Brooke, her nipples tingling beneath her blouse.
After that, they seemed to remain close together as they walked, but there was something less open about Gabby, as if she’d gone back to being the shy girl at work.
When they entered the lingerie store, there was a moment of unspoken awkwardness. Were they shopping together? Should they split up? Brooke wandered tentatively away from the bras and panties towards the the more provocative stuff. She wanted to see if Gabriella would follow her or go do her panty shopping alone.
Gabriella followed.
They didn’t really speak much, staying in the same vicinity but looking at things independently. Once, Gabriella held up a baby doll with the price tag in her fingers for Brooke to see. $150! Gabriella made a funny face, a sort of scared shock, and placed the item back on the rack.
Finally, Gabriella held up a sheer white number out for Brooke. It was revealing and elegant, but screamed "fuck me," in an almost naughty, virgin way. Maybe it was the white.
"You'd fucking kill him in this, Brooke."
"Yeah? You like?"
"Oh my god this was made for you. It's white because you're his bride, but still sexy and revealing.” She paused, considering something. “And your boobs would look amazing.”
"Well that's a lot coming from you," Brooke said, smiling bright. She couldn’t believe the two of them were speaking so openly about their bodies. With such words on Gabriella’s lips, and lingerie in her hands, Brooke could barely even think about Dylan. "Ok, we'll think about that one. I would like a little color though. Something more racy."
The girls searched more. They found plenty of flirty bra-and-panty sets, a few halter teddies, plenty of stockings and garters, and Brooke fell in love with a ridiculously alluring black and purple chemise. But then they came across a mannequin that stopped them in their tracks.
"Wow," they said in unison.
The feminine figure of the mannequin boasted an outfit of a deep, captivating shade of maroon. It was sexy from breast to toe with crossover stocking straps, a floral lace garter belt, and matching shelf lace bra. The mannequin wore it well.
"He'll go bananas if I walk in like that," Brooke mused. “But, it’s not really me. I do love that purple chemise."
"I love this one," Gabriella whispered, slipping her fingers along garter material at the thigh.
Brooke examined her. She seemed to have slipped into a trance about it. “Maybe you should get it,” she offered, “and I'll get the chemise."
Gabriella laughed. "Uh-huh. And who exactly would I wear it for?"
Brooke grinned and arched an eyebrow. "Does that have to be decided now?"
Gabriella didn't answer, instead slipped her fingers beneath the garter strap delicately, playing with the material, perhaps dreaming of how it would hug her figure. Brooke was sprung on the mental image. She decided to take this opportunity to push the envelope a bit. She'd have to cross a line somewhere. "
Try it on," she said, finally.
"Oh god no!" said Gabriella. "I couldn't swing that."
"Sure you can.”
"Don’t judge, but -- I've never done that before."
“What? Tried on lingerie?”
“Mhm.”
"Hey." Brooke said, getting serious. The other girl's intense black eyes had an unusually soft light in them as she met Brooke's. "You are a sexy girl and you need to know that. Try it on. You'll see. "
Gabriella looked hesitant. "Maybe. Are you, ummm..."
"Am I..."
"Am I supposed to show you? Are you gonna give me an opinion?"
Brooke’s heart lurched in a way she had forgotten was even possible. Gabriella had just asked her to examine her in lingerie. How had they gotten here? Was this seduction actually working?
"You want me to?"
"Yes. Only if you’re comfortable doing it.”
“Mhm. Yeah.”
“You don’t have to. I just don't trust my own opinion. You're right, I'm a pessimist. Like I said, I feel safe with you, like I could tell you anything." The girls looked at each other, a knowing silence passing between them. "I want your honest opinion though."
"You shall have it."
Gabriella pulled a small off the rack hurriedly. She really did love it. She was eager. Brooke was getting more excited with each passing second. Before now, it had all been innocent and subtle flirting. Slowly, they were becoming openly sexually suggestive. Oh, Dylan, she thought. If only you could have seen this moment.
The two women walked to the dressing rooms. Brooke noticed Gabriella had a bit of a rush to her step. She smiled watching her. Once in the room, Brooke took the seat next to the stall and Gabriella disappeared inside. Brooke heard the shuffling of clothes for a minute or two, and then a short snort of a laugh.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Just laughing at myself. I really have, like, zero experience attaching garters to stockings."
“Oh shoot! Should’ve warned you. Once you take the stockings out, you have to buy them.”
“Well fuck,” Gabriella said. “I feel so inexperienced.”
Brooke’s smile was so large her cheeks hurt. "Can be difficult the first time. Just give it a shot and I'll see how you do."
"Alrighty."
Brooke felt heat creeping into her body. On the other side of that door, her little Gabriella was getting sexy and she was about to see it. Is this what men felt like? The anticipation was tantalizing. Soon, there were no more sounds of clothes shuffling or of a body shifting. She was done. Brooke wanted desperately to say something, but she allowed Gabriella a moment to absorb whatever the mirror was whispering.
"Well," Gabriella said, "it fits."
"Good."
"You sure you want to see me?"
Fucking hell and God almighty, YES! Brooke thought. "Of course" was all she said though.
A moment later, the door opened tentatively. Gabriella's beautiful face peered out before she revealed anything further. "Look at my hands, Brooke."
She was trembling. So cute!
"Just breath.” Brooke said calmly. “Don’t be nervous. If you like it, get it. If you don't, don't. I won't judge. But I'm not going to lie,” Brooke said, her lips betraying the truth before she could stop them, “I want to see you."
To say that out loud, ambiguous yet completely true, was liberating.
"Is anyone else here?"
Brooke looked around and lowered her voice. "There are some girls in the racks right outside."
"Would you... would you come in here? With me?"
Brooke didn't even answer. She just moved to join Gabriella in the dressing stall, where they would be alone. Her wildest fantasies couldn't have predicted this one.
"Cover your eyes," Gabriella said softly. Sexy. Almost like a lover says to her partner. Brooke obeyed and walked gingerly through the door. Gabriella took Brooke's free hand lightly to guide her to the small bench within. The touch stopped Brooke’s heart.
"Okay." Gabriella said. "I'm ready."
Brooke took her hand away from her eyes. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped.
"Holy…”
"Yeah? I guess it's okay."
Brooke's jaw remained open and she shook her head in disbelief. The younger girl's body was magnificent. The stockings looked naturally erotic on her shapely legs, and the garters on her thighs were a wonderful sight to behold. Her belly was flat and tight. But Brooke's eyes were drawn like gravity to the girl's breasts. They were small, lower B-cup likely, but at twenty-two years young they were so spry and smooth. Displayed by the shelf bra, there was barely any separation between the two. Half of each sat exposed in nude glory. The maroon bra looked simply lovely on her, the color a perfect fit for Gabriella's skin tone.
Brooke's eyes lingered on her chest too long. Gabriella's hand drifted up to cover the cleavage.
"Oh god," Brooke said, looking away quickly. "I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," Gabriella said. "I just feel exposed. My boobs never look this... uh..."
"Spectacular," Brooke uttered, looking Gabriella in the eye.
The other girl giggled. "Thanks." She turned toward the mirror to look at herself. Her hands cupped the bra, slightly pushing the breasts up even more. Brooke felt a growing want within, a sudden need to suck on something. "I gotta admit, They look... pretty."
"That's one way to put it. I'm sorry I stared. I've just never been so stunned by a girl before." With every sentence, she felt herself getting more and more daring.
"I'll take it as a compliment," Gabriella said, looking at Brooke in the mirror. It was easy to take these risks when Gabriella was so unfazed by her subtle and harmless advances. She was smiling confidently. Boldly. This was becoming seriously too hot to handle.
“What about the color?” Brooke asked.
“I’m a fan,” Gabriella said. The girl couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off her face as she turned this way and that, examining each curve of her body.
“Me too.”
“Well you’re easy to please.”
“My husband would beg to differ.”
Gabriella smiled. Then she tilted her head and looked quizzically at the stockings. “Don’t think I did that right,” she said. Brooke looked where she was looking, and sure enough, two of the cross straps had gotten twisted and she’d fastened them upside down. “I felt so awkward on that one.” She reached to make the adjustment, but Brooke instinctively moved to help.
“Here,” she said, “let me.” Before she knew it, she was on one knee, slipping her fingers beneath the garter straps of Gabriella’s lingerie. She slipped the upside down buckle from the boy short garter belt. As she untwisted them and began to refasten, her fingers brushed Gabriella’s thigh near her backside. “Sorry,” she said.
Gabriella whispered, “Don’t be.”
As Brooke was finishing on the adjustment, she looked up younger girl’s body to her eyes. Their eyes locked, their line of sight connecting over Gabriella’s breasts. Gabriella’s face was serious, her eyes intent. Seeking.
It thrilled -- and terrified -- Brooke. She was nearly certain of things now.
Brooke stood slowly, and when she’d straightened up, she found herself face to face with Gabriella. For a moment, nothing happened. Their eyes were locked on one another, their breathing both stilled. Brooke suddenly noticed that Gabriella’s hands had come to settle on her hips when Brooke had stood up. When she realized it, her stomach lurched. Gabriella was holding her close. Her eyes searched back and forth in Brooke’s, and Brooke knew well the conflict she saw in Gabriella’s eyes. She felt it, too.
Gabriella leaned forward to put the side of her cheek lightly against Brooke’s. She took a deep breath in, her nose nestled in the outskirts of Brooke’s hair, and she whispered into Brooke’s ear.
“Oh my god you smell so good.”
Brooke shivered at the warmth of the girl’s breath on her earlobe.
Time stopped. Brooke was frozen in her place, unable to move. Unable to breathe.
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Thanks for reading!
Love, Jamie
