I Kissed a Girl II: More Virgin Lesbian Stories by Kilt Kilpatrick; Fifi Bernard; Farrah Phoenix; Jen Bluekissed; Lucy Felthouse; K. Ann Karlsson; Alexandra Rowan; Inara Lavey; Elizabeth Black; Regina Perry

Author:Kilt Kilpatrick; Fifi Bernard; Farrah Phoenix; Jen Bluekissed; Lucy Felthouse; K. Ann Karlsson; Alexandra Rowan; Inara Lavey; Elizabeth Black; Regina Perry
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Erotica, Lesbian, Anthologies (Multiple Authors), Fiction
Publisher: Ravenous Romance
Published: 2011-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

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"So pretty … I haven't seen a woman in my room in a long time."

Bridget stirred in her sleep, her brain confused over the identity of the soft, feminine voice but not awake enough to make identification. Fingers fluffed her hair like a gentle breeze. Bridget brushed her hand around her face, as if to swat away a fly, and opened her eyes.

She lay on the couch, alone in the dim room. The full moon shone through the sliding glass doors, illuminating the entire floor with a soft glow. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the dark. Her teeth chattered, body shivering in the chill that covered her like a blanket. The hair on her neck stood on end. Alert and nervous, she wondered why she felt such alarm when she knew she was safe. Wide awake, she scanned the room, feeling as if someone was in the room with her, but she could not see who had touched her. She hadn't imagined the tender caress through her hair; maybe it was a dream.

"Who is it?"

Bridget bolted upright. "Who's there?" She turned on the lamp, flooding the living room with light.

"Turn off the light."

" Who are you?" She whirled around, looking for the source of the voice but finding nothing.

The voice sounded young, like a woman barely out of her twenties, and it sounded like chimes singing in the wind. The young invisible woman spoke with a plea in her voice, as if she was afraid Bridget would flee, and fleeing was first and foremost on Bridget's mind as her heart pounded in her throat. She fought an urge to bolt from the room and run downstairs to surround herself with living, breathing people.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Please turn off the light."

"I'm not turning off the light. Who are you?"

Silence.

Bridget stood in front of the couch, frozen. Her teeth chattered, and she clenched her jaw to make them stop. A chill descended over the room, making her shiver. She wished she had a blanket so she could stay warm—

and hide.

"C'mon, tell me. What's his name?" the voice said.

"Who are you talking about?"

"The guy you're mad at. No woman comes to a hotel room alone with two unopened bottles of wine unless she has man trouble."

"He's my boyfriend … er, ex-boyfriend … and what's it to you?"

"I saw you crying earlier, and it made me sad. What did he do to you?"

Why am I talking to someone I can't see? This is insane. Bridget looked around the room, trying to make sense of her predicament. Even in the dim light she could see she was alone. Her breath burst from her lips in a cloud in front of her mouth. Her body shivered and was covered with goose bumps. Afraid, she froze where she sat, wondering what lay in store for her.

"Well? What did he do to you?"

The bizarre nature of her position blew Bridget’s mind but she couldn't help but answer. Her unseen roommate's gentle tone of voice lured her out.