Copyright © August 2021 by CiaoSteve
CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author’s Notes
This is an entry for the 2021 Summer Loving Contest. I do hope you enjoy and would love to hear your feedback. As it is a contest then your votes would be welcomed. Just a heads up though. The story is lesbian in nature, but there are some suggestions of bi tendencies towards the end.
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The bar was packed. It was always the way in the Student’s Union on the night when exam results came out. Music, at least that’s what they called it, blared out from the stage where a local band played their set of totally unrecognisable songs. People danced, people shouted above the noise, and most of all, people drank. Already, the atmosphere was taking on a drunken edge as the pent-up pressure of another academic year was released, just like the cork in a bottle of fizz.
Somewhere amid the crowds of early twenty-somethings, Jen was waiting for her best friend Natalie to return, the two of them eager to make their escape before things got too rowdy. Natalie though, was nowhere to be seen. When Natalie had said she would get them their own bottle of fizz, and somewhere private to drink it, Jen had mocked the young Aussie. Fuelled on though by the several glasses of wine that she had already drunk, Natalie was having none of it. She disappeared into the crowds, leaving Jen to simply watch and wait. When she did return, Natalie wasn’t empty handed.
“Got it. Now let’s get out of here before anyone notices,” Natalie announced.
That was the thing about Natalie. She had that sort of persona, the endearing charm, the cheeky smile, the gift of the gab which would get her anything, and anywhere. Natalie was everyone’s friend, or so it seemed. It helped when you had the looks as well. Standing at around five foot four, she was a pocket-sized party animal, confident in her own body and not afraid to flaunt it when she needed to. The latter wasn’t exactly surprising given her petite frame, slender toned legs, and surprisingly full bust for such a slight body. Even her chosen hairstyle, a shoulder length wavy bob of mousey-brown locks, matched her bubbly character.
“Come on, then,” Natalie continued, practically dragging her bestie through the noisy Student’s Union as she bounded off towards the exit.
“Where are we going?” Jen tried to ask as she felt herself running along behind the excited Aussie.
The two had met as fresher’s, some four years earlier. They’d been placed in the same dorms, and even though they were on different courses–Natalie was a scientist, if you counted sports science as a true subject, while Jen was into literature, her long-time dream to have something published in her own name–they soon hit it off. Now, four years on, they had hardly been apart. You would have thought there was little that the two women didn’t know about each other, yet every so often Natalie continued to surprise, just like now as they raced out into the fresh air.
Where Natalie was a pocket-sized party animal, Jen was much more your homely girl next door. She was several inches taller, standing at five foot ten, slimly built but not to the point of being skinny. With full hips, narrow waist and an ample bust, Jen had a subtle hourglass figure. Her long dark hair, straight glossy locks down to mid shoulder-blade, gave an air of seriousness to Jen’s appearance. She didn’t turn heads in the same way that Natalie did, but she was still a most attractive young woman. Don’t get it wrong, Jen liked a party just as much as Natalie did, it was just that she was more the introvert to Natalie’s extrovert. That said, they had become the best of friends, just like they say that opposites attract.
“Slow down, Natalie. You’re gonna pull me over,” Jen called out. “Where exactly are we going?”
It was a warm summer evening, the sun now dropping low in the sky as they ran across campus. Both women had gone for a casual look of short skirts and tees, with sneakers to boot. Even so, Jen was wondering what had gotten into her young friend, and why they had to be dashing so fast. It had been Natalie who had suggested they grab their own bottle and get out of here. Initially Jen had suggested she wouldn’t dare, and that they wouldn’t give her one anyway. Imagine the surprise though when Natalie appeared with bottle in hand just a few minutes later. Jen didn’t dare ask what she had done to get it, but knowing her friend, she would have found a way.
“Come on… your place is closest,” Natalie responded, turning her head to smile at Jen, then breaking out in laughter as she watched her young friend trying her best to keep up.
It was true. The two had moved onto campus for their final year and for the first time in their four years they were in different accommodation. Before long, they reached the housing block, the two women still running as quick as they could. Natalie shoulder barged the outer door, sending it slamming into the inside wall with an almighty crash.
As the door shook from the impact, Natalie bounded up the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time with Jen stumbling on behind. If anyone had been in the block, they would have thought that a herd of drunken elephants were charging through the stairwell, such was the thud of footsteps and loud giggling from the two women. Luckily, for everyone, Jen’s room was on the first floor which brought the invasion of intoxicated pachyderms to an abrupt end. The two friends disappeared inside, both now panting slightly from their exertions.
“Prosecco?” Natalie asked, holding up the bottle she had been hanging onto for dear life as they charged across campus.
“Did you grab some glasses?” Jen replied, taking a seat on her bean bag as she got her breath back.
“Errm… nope,” Natalie responded, bursting into giggles. She hadn’t thought about that bit when she had made off with the bottle. Jen was always the sensible one, and Natalie… well, she was just impetuous.
“Mugs?” Natalie continued, thinking on her feet
“They’ll be in the kitchen. I can go get them,” Jen continued.
“Or…” came Natalie’s giggled reply, “we could simply drink from the–”
There was a loud pop as Natalie removed the foil, then the wire. She never got as far as gently twisting the cork out of the top of the bottle. For sure Natalie had clung on to her prized possession for dear life, but she hadn’t exactly worried about keeping it steady as they dashed to Jen’s room. Just like the students on results day, the bottle was now releasing its own pent-up stress. The cork flew across the room, just missing a light before clattering into the wall.
“Natalie!!!” Jen screamed as a stream of prosecco followed the cork. She tried her best to get her mouth under the flow, but to no avail. In seconds her tee-shirt was soaked in fizzy wine.
All Natalie could do was laugh as her bestie’s white top took on a more transparent appearance, the outlines of the bra underneath becoming clearer by the second.
“Look!!! Look what you’ve done!!!” Jen continued to protest, standing up and belligerently showing the wet shirt to her friend. “What am I going to do now?”
This was so Jen. She was always the sensible one, the serious one, the one who never went out on a limb to have a good time. Still laughing, Natalie was already thinking up her response.
“I mean it, Natalie. I can’t go around wearing a wet tee-shirt,” Jen continued to complain.
“Well then…” Natalie started, a cheeky smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she put the bottle down for a moment. “Take it off.”
“What?”
“Take it off! Here… let me help you.”
Before Jen could protest any further, Natalie had taken hold of the wet tee-shirt, a hand on each side of Jen’s waist. Then, instead of pulling the shirt upwards, she pulled herself forwards towards her bestie, stood up on tiptoes, and planted her lips on Jen’s. Jen tried to back away, but Natalie, her hands gripping tight to Jen’s waist, held her fast.
“Natali… nata… nat…” Jen started to complain, her words trailing off as she felt Natalie’s mouth lock down on hers.
It wasn’t really a complaint, but more an utterance of surprise. It wasn’t a surprise at being kissed. Jen had been kissed before. For a year of so she even had a steady boyfriend, until she put an end to it. Jen couldn’t say what it was, but something just didn’t seem right at the time, and Jen ended up using the excuse of her studies to get out of that relationship. What surprised Jen was the fact that she stood here, in her own bedroom, being kissed by another woman… being kissed by Natalie. And what surprised her more was the way her body responded to that very kiss.
Jen felt that excited tingle building in her lips, and as it did, her resolve, her inhibitions, her expected sensibility, drifted away. With their lips melded together in the most passionate of embraces, it was soon difficult to tell who was leading who. As they kissed, Natalie started to ease the wet tee-shirt upwards, and this time there was no resistance from her best friend.
As the sodden garment passed between the two women, breaking that very kiss, Jen simply put her arms up and let Natalie ease it over Jen’s head, then drop it on the floor. The tee-shirt was still falling through the air when Jen, now standing there in a short skirt and black bra, pulled Natalie in close and kissed her once more. It was the drink talking, the two or three glasses they had downed before leaving the party. Jen knew it was just the drink, yet the kiss felt so good, and somewhere deep inside her heart was racing.
Natalie ran her arms around Jen’s back and pulled herself even closer. She felt Jen’s tongue run over her lips, probing away for an opening. Natalie gave her one, butterflies in her stomach as their tongues touched. She had always wondered about Jen… what it would be like to go with her… but never did she think that Jen would react in this way. It was more than the tiny Natalie could imagine, and she so hoped Jen wouldn’t freeze if she took it to the next step.
There was only one way to find out. As they kissed, Natalie fumbled at the back of Jen’s bra, feeling for the clasps. Jen didn’t respond, so consumed was she in their passionate embrace. At least she didn’t respond until she felt her bra come free at the back, the cups falling loose around her young breasts.
“Natalie,” she whispered, breaking away from the kiss, and grabbing hold of the front of her bra before it fell to the floor. “I think you’ve pulled my bra open.”
“Mmmm… I know,” came a giggled reply from Natalie. “I would offer you the chance to undo mine, but…”
As she spoke, Natalie took hold of her own tee-shirt and eased it up her young body, teasing Jen with a glimpse of belly button then a flash of underboob.
“…I’m not wearing one,” Natalie continued, a huge smile on her face as she pulled the tee over her head and gave a little shimmy of her large breasts.
“Natalie!” Jen exclaimed, not sure if she should be shocked by her friend’s actions or should be joining in. The one thing she did know was that she couldn’t take her eyes off Natalie’s breasts. For a petite young thing, Natalie had such large breasts, each topped off with a saucer like darker-pink areola and hard nub of a nipple. What’s more, they were just as well tanned as the rest of Natalie’s young body. There wasn’t a tan line in sight. The more Jen stared, the more she started to compare her own breasts to those of her young friend.
“What? Don’t you like them?” Natalie teased, giving another shimmy for effect, and setting her firm breasts wobbling from side to side.
“They’re… they’re… fantastic, Natalie. So large, so firm, so beautiful…”
“…so, just like yours,” Natalie chipped in. “Go on… show them to me… let me see how beautiful yours are too.”
Jen was still wondering how it had got to this. Was she so drunk that she would think about removing her bra in public, even if the only audience was her bestie? But then, why did she find her half naked friend so damn attractive, so appealing, so… Jen couldn’t believe how hard her heart was pounding as she stood there, her hands still clenched around her bra, holding it tightly in place. In her mind she kept telling herself that this was just the effect of alcohol, too much of the intoxicating drug, yet her heart told her so much more. As Jen released her grip on the bra, her mind was consumed with the thought of feeling her naked body up against Natalie’s. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but in that moment, it was all Jen wanted.
In slow motion, the black bra fell forward, then tumbled to the floor. Jen fought the urge to cover her naked breasts. She longed to feel hands up against her soft mounds, but it wasn’t her own hands she wanted to feel. Natalie didn’t disappoint. No sooner had the bra landed in a heap on the floor, than Natalie moved forward and cupped Jen’s bare flesh in her small hands.
Jen gasped as she felt that first gentle touch against her breasts.
There was none of the hard groping Jen had associated with her past boyfriend, just a soft caress, a gentle squeeze, and the most sensual stroke against her soft globes. Her nipples were soon standing to attention, becoming more and more sensitive with every touch. All the time though, Jen’s eyes were still fixed on Natalie’s breasts. She wanted to place her hands upon her young friend’s breasts, to feel the firm mounds for herself, but she was scared to do so. What if Natalie took it the wrong way? What if this was just a drunken game which she was reading wrongly? What if…
It was like Natalie could read her young friend’s every thought. She took Jen’s hands in hers and slowly brought them up to her own breasts, purring softly as she felt Jen’s fingers caress her young flesh.
“Do you like them, Jen?” Natalie whispered as she moved her own hands back to Jen’s mounds.
“They’re so soft, yet so firm. Do you it when I stroke them?” Jen replied.
Natalie’s hard nipples were a clear giveaway that the young woman was more than liking the attention. She didn’t reply to the question other than to give a soft pleasured moan every time Jen circled her hard nubs.
Natalie had something else on her mind. She pulled herself forward, again on tiptoes, and pressed her naked breasts up against Jen’s, their nipples rubbing together as they stood there. The two women kissed once more, once again clenched in the most passionate embrace, with Jen’s arms holding tight across her lover’s shoulders, and Natalie’s down around Jen’s lower back. To be more precise, Natalie’s hands were around the waistband of Jen’s short skirt, easing down the zip which held the skirt in place.
Jen felt the waistband relax as Natalie pulled the zip down. Jen didn’t resist as, with a wiggle of her hips, her skirt fell to the floor. Jen’s heart was pounding. She could feel the blood coursing through her veins. That tingle was back in her lips, and this time there was an ache down below. She was standing there, kissing another woman, kissing her best friend, dressed now in nothing more than a pair of black lacy panties, full non-sexy midi briefs to boot, yet it seemed so right.
There was an air of disappointment in Jen’s sigh when Natalie pulled away from the embrace, picked up the now half empty bottle of fizz and handed it to Jen.
“Dutch courage?” Natalie whispered as she worked her own skirt down over her hips.
Jen took a huge swig out of the bottle, watching her young friend’s every movement. She half expected Natalie to be wearing no knickers, but that wasn’t the case. A bright red thong came into view as Natalie lowered her skirt down over her hips. Jen thought it summed the young woman up totally. Natalie was larger than life, full of bubbly character, full of passion for all she did, and here she was, dressed in knickers which exuded the same. Jen handed the bottle to her young friend and watched as Natalie took her own mouthful.
“You gonna just stand there,” Natalie said, giggling with excitement, “or shall we jump on the bed together?”
This time it was Jen who made the first move, as she bounded onto the bed with a creak from the mattress. She lay there, on her back, in the middle of the bed, nervous excitement building as she stared back at Natalie.
Natalie on the other hand, didn’t follow straight away. She stood there, at the foot of the bed, teasing her young friend with another shimmy of her breasts, before turning her attention to that red thong. Slowly she pulled one side down an inch or two, giving a glimpse of what seemed like bare mound, before pulling it back up. Natalie did the same at the other side, once more teasing Jen with just a glimpse, but no more.
Then, Natalie turned around, her back now to her would be lover. She glanced over her shoulder, smiled, then pulled the back of the thong down over her pert ass. This time Natalie didn’t stop. Bending at the waist, Natalie eased the knickers down her legs, all the time knowing she would be giving Jen a flash of her bare snatch. It was only meant to be a tease, and as the red thong fell to the floor, Natalie stood back up and turned around to face her lover.
Jen gasped. What had been teased was for real. Natalie’s mound, unlike her own, was shaven bare, just the line of her snatch to be seen across her smooth flesh. Jen watched, unable to say anything, as Natalie climbed on the end of the bed. Natalie knelt over Jen’s shins, giving her lover more than a teasing glimpse at her bare sex.
“Your turn, now,” Natalie whispered as she took purchase on Jen’s panties and started to ease them down over her lover’s hips, then thighs.
A neatly trimmed mound of brown hair came into view, and as it did, Jen found herself wanting to bring her hand down to cover her embarrassment. Natalie noticed and brought her hand to Jen’s, stopping her lover in her tracks.
“Don’t,” Natalie whispered, smiling back at Jen. “You’re beautiful.”
“But… but…”
“No buts,” Natalie continued. “I like to shave, but it doesn’t make me any more beautiful than you are.”
Natalie ran her fingers through Jen’s soft bush, tracing lines down towards Jen’s apex, drawing gasps from her young lover. Natalie pulled Jen’s panties down as far as she could. She lifted on her knees and allowed Jen to pull her legs up and finish off removing her panties. As Jen lowered her legs though, she found her way blocked by Natalie’s once again kneeling position, leaving Jen with no choice but to splay her legs either side of her young friend. There was no hiding now, with Jen’s sex on full display.
The smile on Natalie’s face was a picture, as attractive a picture as the smile of Jen’s snatch in front of her very eyes. She so wanted to dive straight in and lock her mouth down on her lover’s sweet sex but decided against it. Natalie may have been eager to go with her bestie, but was Jen ready to be taken?
There had been little hesitation in the way Jen had positioned herself on the bed, yet still Natalie felt she should go slowly. She leant forward and lowered her petite frame on top of Jen’s. For the first time, both women felt the warmth of their fully naked bodies up against each other. Natalie looked down at her lover, smiling, waiting for a sign from Jen.
“Kiss me,” Jen whispered, her pulse racing as she smiled back at her young friend.
Once more, the two lovers were locked in that passionate embrace, arms all over each other, lips melded together as they kissed. It wasn’t only their lips which were pressed tightly together. Natalie made sure their breasts were squeezed close, and as they kissed, she started to grind her upper thigh slowly against Jen’s snatch.
It was Natalie who finally broke away from the kiss. She pulled herself up on her elbows, staring back down at her lover, her eyes flicking from Jen’s face to her breasts. Natalie waited for Jen to say something, but when it never came, she took matters into her own hands, or mouth to be more precise.
“Mmmm,” Jen moaned as she felt her lover slide down the bed and latch her mouth down onto her left nipple, sucking firmly at the hard nub.
One by one, Natalie tormented Jen’s nipples, sucking each deep into her mouth before pulling off. As she did so, she slid a hand down under her own body, moving lower and lower, searching for Jen’s…
“God, you’re so wet, Jen,” Natalie whispered as she noticed the dampness of arousal beneath her fingertips.
Jen gasped as, for the very first time, she felt Natalie’s fingers caress her outer folds. She didn’t need to be told that she was wet. Jen had felt the same for some time, the ache of desire deep inside, the dampness of arousal coating her puffy folds. She knew what she wanted but couldn’t bring herself to say it. Natalie though was never shy at coming forward, and actions said so much more than words.
As Natalie slid all the way down, she gave Jen a gentle tap on the inner thigh. Jen knew exactly what her lover intended, and slowly spread her legs wide, giving Natalie free access to her sweet sex.
Jen quivered as Natalie brought her mouth down onto her snatch, gasping at the surprise of the soft touch.
Eager to taste her lover’s sweet juices, Natalie traced her tongue along Jen’s snatch, probing away at her outer lips, looking to delve inside. Jen gasped again as she felt Natalie’s tongue work its way between her slick folds, the tip running along her innermost sex, towards her already hardening clit. There was another gasp, this time almost a squeal, as Natalie found her target. With a mix of flicking and sucking, she worked her young lover into a carnal fervour. Jen was moaning loudly, her breathing becoming laboured from the pleasure down below.
Natalie, though, was only just getting started. She had one thing on her mind, and that was to make Jen cum, and cum hard. Natalie lapped at her lover’s sweet juices, rimming her pussy opening as she went, all the time listening to Jen’s continued moans. Nice as it might have been to simply eat her lover out, Natalie knew it would take a little more than her tongue to have Jen crying like a baby.
Natalie knelt back up, her lips and chin slick with Jen’s love juices. She glanced down at her lover. Jen simply lay there, her eyes closed, breathing deeply. The moans had stopped, but not for long. Once more, Natalie ran her fingers over Jen’s now sodden sex, and once more Jen gasped. This time though, Jen hovered there, her fingers right over her lover’s opening.
“Ready to cum?” she whispered down at Jen.
As Jen opened her eyes, Natalie sank a digit deep into her lover’s pussy. She watched the expression change on Jen’s face as she started to work her finger in and out of her lover’s tight cunt. Jen was moaning again, and before long she had her eyes closed once more. It was time to up the ante.
Slowly, firmly, Natalie added a second finger, feeling Jen’s tight walls clamp down on her invading digits. She picked up a rhythm, gentle at first but soon picking up pace, reacting to the moans and pants from below. Natalie twisted her hand around slightly, ensuring her fingertips were now rubbing at the front of Jen’s pussy walls as she continued to finger her young lover.
Jen was already feeling it down below. What had started out as a comforting warmth was quickly gaining in intensity. She could feel her muscles starting to clamp down against Natalie’s fingers as her fires intensified. Natalie on the other hand, feeling the tightness increasing, simply upped her tempo.
“Aghh,” Jen moaned as she felt a first ripple of orgasm fill her loins.
Jen held her breath and waited. Another squealed gasp signalled a second ripple. Natalie was now furiously fingering her lover, a squelch going with ever thrust as Jen neared her big one.
“Yess… yess…” Jen moaned as the torment continued.
Jen was biting her lip, trying as best she could to prolong the inevitable. Ripple after ripple spread out from below, each time increasing in intensity. Jen stiffened, arching her back slightly as she felt herself climbing higher and higher. How much more could she take? How much longer would she last before she was consumed with pleasure?
Natalie had the answer in her other hand. Without warning, she brought her other hand down on Jen’s clit and rubbed fast at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Jen stiffened more, pulling her legs hard up against Natalie’s shoulders. Her breathing, previously hard and fast, stopped for an instant, then she screamed. As Jen screamed, her body bucked against the mattress, her mind consumed with ecstasy as she rode her wave. The intensity took over, and for a moment Jen was lost in it all.
She screamed again, her pussy pulsing around Natalie’s fingers, then she felt it, a wetness down below. Jen could do little about it. As Natalie pushed the young woman further over the edge, Jen struggled to control herself, juices flooding out from her young pussy.
Bringing her fingers to a halt, Natalie glanced down at her lover. Jen simply lay there, panting hard as she climbed down from her high, and boy what a high it had been. Natalie smiled. She had done what she had promised, and Jen had cum hard, ever so hard. Slowly, Natalie withdrew her fingers, taking the shiny digits up to her mouth for one last taste of sweet love juices.
Finally, Jen opened her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Natalie. I think I wet the bed.”
“Oh no… you didn’t wet the bed. You squirted all over it,” Natalie giggled.
There was a pause as Jen contemplated what her lover had meant by squirted. The experience had been so much more than any she had with her boyfriend. He never made her cum like this. Often, she would finish the job off herself as he lay sleeping at the side of her. This time though was different. Jen closed her eyes once more, remembering the feelings that had passed through her young body as her orgasm took over. It was Natalie’s whispered voice which broke her out of her orgasmic bliss.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Natalie whispered, sitting down on her haunches, and flashing her shaven snatch at Jen.
Already, there was a glint of arousal across Natalie’s sex, such had been the effect of watching her lover cum. She hoped Jen would repay the favour, and Jen didn’t disappoint.
Jen had never been down on a woman before, but she was a quick learner, and boy did Natalie’s cunt taste nice. Before long the bedroom was once again filled with the carnal overture of orgasm. This time it was Natalie’s turn to ride her wave, climbing higher and higher, until she could resist no more.
Such was the intensity of their orgasms, the two women were soon asleep, naked in each other’s arms.
The next morning, Jen woke up alone. She was still naked under her quilt, but Natalie was already gone. The only reminder of their night of passion was an almost empty bottle of now flat prosecco on the floor, a hand-written note on her desk, and the pleasant memories of their night together. Jen picked up the note and read it.
‘Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, but I had to grab a call with the family. Wanted to say thank you for last night. Catch you later, Natalie.’
A smile crossed Jen’s face. For sure it had been one hell of an evening. The intention had been to sneak off and down the fizz in private, but passions of another kind had taken over. At the back of her mind though, Jen had a question niggling away. Had it just been a night of drunken lust, of frolics which had gotten out of hand? Or had it… she shook her head dispelling the idea, yet it was still there at the back of her mind… had it been love rather than lust?
It was a question which Jen never got to ask. The next time they met, it was an unhappy Natalie who greeted her friend. The best laid plans often went awry, and so was the case for Natalie. Due to the ill health of her parents, she was to return down under as soon as possible. Much as Jen wanted to know, to understand whether that evening had meant anything, this was not the time to ask.
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Some seven years had passed since that balmy evening at the end of term. That night of passion may have been long gone, but for one person at least, it wasn’t forgotten.
Life had gone on. It had to do. For Jen, life had brought her the success she had strived for. Back at university she had dreamed of being a writer, of having a book published, of watching it become successful. Well, if truth was known, moderately successful would have done. When her first novel hit the top of the charts, Jen was in dreamland, especially so given that the story had a certain closeness about it.
A first edition took pride of place on her bookshelf, alongside the proof copy full of Jen’s handwritten notes. Whenever Jen was lost for inspiration, she would turn to that very book and think about life; what it was, what it is, and what it could have been. She had intended to be a serious writer, to pen the sort of work that critics would churn over, analysing the complexity and hidden meaning of such a deep narrative. It hadn’t worked out that way, and Jen had found herself swapping critical acclaim for popular success.
‘Always,’ as she had titled her novel, was a romance with just a touch of coming of age about it. It was a tale of unexpected love, and how it was found, lost, and then found again. There was an inscription inside the front cover… words which meant so much to Jen. There in italics on a single plain page were the words…
‘For Natalie. Questions are there to be asked. If you don’t ask, you’ll never know. If you never know, you’ll always wonder what the answer would have been.”
Jen was already halfway through her second novel, ‘Together.’ It was another romance, picking up the pieces from the end of ‘Always.’ Where the debut novel was an homage to self-reminiscence, the follow up was a pure unadulterated dreamworld, based on nothing more than Jen’s imagination, and just an inkling of what might have been.
This morning was no different to all the others. Jen needed to get writing. She had a deadline to meet, publishers to manage, and an audience to keep happy. The first book had been easy, but this one was proving more difficult to pen. It was like… well… every time Jen got going, she simply stopped and thought about life. Her inspiration was hanging on her study wall, handwritten in black italics on a pale gold background. Every morning she read those words to herself. They were the same words printed on the inside cover of her first novel, a sort of reminder that you never got anything in life if you didn’t take that first step.
And the first step this morning, just like most, was a daily workout. As Jen told herself, a healthy body was a healthy mind, and a healthy mind brought a productive day’s writing. Jen dipped her toes in the pool. It was mid-morning but already, with the sun beating down, the water felt warm. To be honest, from late spring through autumn there was barely a day when the pool didn’t feel warm. For other times of the year, there was always the hot tub.
It was the pool which had attracted her to the house in the first place, that, and the secluded location on the edge of town, with sea views from the upstairs windows. The place was way too big for just her, but she so fell in love with its charm, and the price was right. Back then it needed a little tender love and care, but Jen saw the potential in the house. Okay, so it had taken more than she had expected, but when she looked back on the expense it was all worthwhile. Alone she might have been, but at least Jen was alone in her dream house, doing what she loved.
She walked across the stone patio, heading for the two reclining chairs at the end of the pool. Two chairs? One for her, and one for whoever happened to pay her a visit. It seemed the right thing to do, to have a pair of chairs, but often, she only needed one, such was Jen’s current life.
It wasn’t for wanting. Jen had never forgotten that evening all those years ago. She had never forgotten young Natalie. Back then she questioned whether it was drunken lust or true love. She wanted to ask, needed to ask, but the chance never came. Just like that first step, Jen never took it, and lives, if not nurtured along the way, tended to go off in different directions. In this case the directions ended up thousands of miles apart. Jen still thought about those days and how it could have been so different… if only she had picked up the courage at the time.
She didn’t, and that was that. Oh, yes, they were still good friends, but Jen wondered what it may have been, if only she had spoken from the heart. Instead, though, Jen bought this place by the coast and started afresh. One day, she would think to herself… one day, both chairs would be used. She was only twenty-eight and had so many good years ahead of her. It was just a case of finding the right person to spend them with.
There had been others, of both sexes, from casual dates through to one which seemed almost serious. The problem though was that none had quite left the same impression as a certain Aussie. Each time, Jen found herself comparing notes, and there was only one winner. She blamed herself for her lack of courage, for not coming out and asking that question? Her penance was to remain with a life unfulfilled.
As she approached the reclining chairs, Jen pulled at the bow holding her wraparound sun dress in place. Slowly, mesmerizingly, the thin cotton fell open. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and tossed it onto the chair, along with her mobile phone, sunglasses, a bottle of sun cream and a pile of unopened letters she had picked up from inside the house. They would be for later, but first, like on most days, she would take her morning dip.
Jen stood there, resplendent in a textured black bikini and matching shorts, both accentuated with gold fixings and held in place with rope effect tied bows. There were four bows in total: one above each hip holding the bottoms in place, one mid-back and one behind the neck holding the top in place. It may have been simple, but against her light bronze skin-tone, simple was all you needed.
Even in her late twenties, Jen was proud in her appearance. Despite the success with her writing, Jen still thought of herself as being the girl next door. She was by no means an exhibitionist, but here in her own private garden, she was quite comfortable bedecked in skimpy swimwear. Jen had toned up a little from her university days. She put it down to all the swimming, and a good dose of friendly genes from her parents. If you looked beyond the sumptuous tan, ignored the luxurious clothes, and imagined her now wavy hair as being straight and lank, then Jen really hadn’t changed that much over the years.
In terms of appearance, then ‘fit’ would have been the most apt word. Jen was far from being skin and bones yet didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on her. There were curves of course, natural womanly curves. The bikini top about covered her full breasts, leaving tempting hints towards the soft mounds beneath. They were not overly large, not especially pert, but amply matched to her narrowing waist and wide hips, to give an admirably curvaceous figure.
Jen never saw herself as sexy, nor extrovert, but she was in her own mind, still an attractive woman. One day she would find that love of her life, and she was sure it would happen rather than her having to chase it down. For now, though, she would settle for her other love… the pool.
For an instant Jen was flying, her body following a shallow curved descent as she leaped off the patio. Water splashed up from all sides as she broke the surface, then she was away. Twenty lengths were always her target, a mix of crawl and breaststroke along the fifteen-metre kidney-shaped pool as it curved gently in front of the house. In the water Jen was away from all the pressures of the world. Her work, her love life, her ringing mobile phone, none of them seemed to matter when she was in the water.
Half an hour later, a second splash went with Jen as she pulled herself back out of the pool. Water cascaded over her tanned frame, giving a golden-brown shine to her skin as it glinted in the sun. She ran her hands through her now long and bedraggled hair, squeezing out as much excess water as possible. Jen turned her attention to the costume itself, once more using her hands to squeeze the fabric as it clung to her body.
Then it was off to the chair to enjoy a little more of the wonderful weather. That was the thing about a writer’s life. She could do it from anywhere, so why not pick somewhere with a few added benefits.
Sunglasses on, Jen reclined the chair, positioning it in the sunshine. She had a patio umbrella just in case the sun got too hot, but at this time of day the heat was comfortable.
Jen towelled down a little, using her cotton sun dress to wipe away much of the remaining water as she could, then took care of her sun cream. After that it was the pile of letters which took her attention. There were a couple of bills, a junk mail advert for the local takeaway, one from her publishers, and a more interesting small card.
‘Hey Jen, haven’t done this for a while, but with Danny back from university, we thought it would be a nice idea a few friends round for drinks on our new patio. We do hope you can make it, Bev and Dave.’
Jen glanced at the date. It was two weeks away. She liked Bev and Dave. They were a bit older, she guessed late forties, never in your face, but always there if you needed something. As for Danny, the last time she had really seen him was as a lanky seventeen-year-old, around the time she had bought the house. By now, he must be nineteen or so, but he kept an extremely low profile. Inside, she knew what the invitation was all about. Yes, it was a chance to catch up, but Bev and Dave were very house proud, and the drinks were obviously a chance for them to show off their new patio. Jen didn’t mind. Whilst she liked the seclusion of her house by the coast, it was nice to have some company from time to time.
Jen grabbed her mobile, intent on adding the invitation to her calendar. It was as she did so that Jen noticed the missed call. Her heart jumped, as she read the name. It was Natalie. In her head she did a quick calculation. Natalie was some eleven or twelve hours ahead of Jen–she never could remember which way the time difference changed between winter and summer–so already it must have been late evening down under.
Usually, they would keep in touch through messages or e-mail, not so frequent, but often enough to keep a friendship going. Phoning was so out of the ordinary, and at once Jen started to wonder. Why was she ringing? What was wrong? Should she call back? At this time of day, or night as it would be for Natalie? But then, what if it was something important?
There was only one thing for it. A couple of touches on the screen and Jen listened in as the call connected.
“Natalie?” Jen asked as she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the call.
“Jen!” came an excited response.
“Natalie, what’s wrong? Why are you ringing? At this time of night?”
“Day,” Natalie responded.
There was a moment of silence as Jen tried to understand the response.
“What do you mean day? Surely it is night where you are?”
“Well, that’s why I’m calling, Jen. Can you guess where I am?”
There was another pause whilst Jen considered how to respond.
“I thought you were in Aus–”
“–tralia,” butted in Natalie. “I was, up until the day before yesterday and now… well… what if I told you I’m closer than you think?”
“What! Where! Why!”
From the sharp single word responses, it wasn’t sure whether these were questions or accusations. Jen’s heart was pounding fast as she thought through what she was hearing.
“You heard. I’m back in the country, and the first person I wanted to tell was you. I know it’s been a long time, but it’s so good to be back.”
“But… why? I thought you were settled down under.”
“I was… yes, that’s it… I was. At first it seemed so right, so what I had to do, so what was expected of me. Now… well, now I have the chance again to do what I want, not what is expected of me. So, I came back, and now I need to find some work. Look, if you’re happy Jen, I’d love to catch up and I can tell you everything. Are you close by?”
“Where are you staying, Natalie? I’d love to catch up.”
“In the capital. Renting an apartment for now, close to the airport. Nothing much, but it’ll get me by until I find some work. I’ll text you the address.”
“Wait… no… I have another idea. Come stay at my place, Natalie. You can use it as a base whilst you get yourself on your feet.”
“But… Jen… it’s a fantastic offer, but really I’m not looking for charity. I just thought it would be good to–”
“Natalie! I insist. It’s nothing to do with charity. I have the space and I’d love the company… your company. Grab a train. It’s about an hour south of the capital. I’ll meet you at the station, and then you can tell me all about it… in person, with a bottle of fizz by the pool… prosecco if I remember rightly.”
“Pool?”
“Yep, got my own little bit of paradise down here, and I’d love to share it. Nearly forgot… how much stuff have you got?”
“Couple of suitcases for now. Will ship the rest over when I’m settled. I can get a train… no problems… but are your sure, Jen. I really don’t want to impose on you.”
“Never been surer. Shall we say the weekend? Does that give you enough time to cancel your apartment? I’m sure you’ll love it down here, and I’ve got so much to tell you. You can stay as long as it takes.”
“Sure, Jen. Thank you, Jen. God… I’ve missed you, Jen.”
“Missed you too, Natalie,” came Jen’s reply as she said goodbye.
‘More than you can imagine,’ Jen added, her words whispered and only audible to herself.
Jen grabbed her stuff and headed off inside. Changed out of the wet clothes, she sat herself down at her computer. Jen glanced up at the words on the wall and smiled. Suddenly she was full of inspiration. Jen knew that today would be a most productive day for writing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Saturday seemed to arrive in no time at all. That’s what they say, time flies when you’re having fun. In this case it was more a case of time running out when you have so much to do. Jen had vacuumed, polished, changed the bedding in the spare room, vacuumed again, gone shopping, vacuumed once more… the list was endless, and all in the hope of making things perfect for Natalie’s stay.
The house had four bedrooms–yes, it was way too big for Jen on her own–one of which had been converted to a study, so making room for Natalie wasn’t a problem. It was just a question of whether to give her the smaller room with the sea view, or the larger room looking inland. Jen couldn’t make her mind up, so had prepared both, just in case.
The railway station was a twenty-minute drive away, in the nearest large town, but still Jen set off around an hour before Natalie’s train was due to arrive. She was so excited about seeing her bestie again, that she just couldn’t sit still and wait at home. What if there was a jam? What if there was nowhere to park? What if…? It wasn’t exactly a bustling city, yet still Jen was worried that anything which could go wrong, would go wrong.
There was no traffic, and the car park at the station was half empty, so Jen ended up with a long wait. She sat down on the most uncomfortable metal bench, watching trains come and go. Finally, Natalie’s train pulled in and Jen stood up in anticipation of her friend’s arrival. Jen could barely contain herself, nervous excitement taking over as she watched doors open and passengers disembark.
There was no sign though of Natalie. Had she changed her mind? Had Natalie decided to stay in the capital and just not let Jen know? Surely not. Natalie would have said something, wouldn’t she? Jen’s excitement was soon replaced by disappointment as she started to consider the only possibility. She’d been stood up at a railway station, with not even an excuse provided.
Jen watched as the last passenger, a hunky young man struggling with a couple of large cases, got off from the far end of the train. ‘Well, that was that’ she told herself, resigned to a lonely drive back. Jen was about to leave when she noticed the man turn back towards the carriage door. For some reason, he climbed back onto the train. Maybe he had more luggage, but he really didn’t look like the travelling kind.
Jen’s heart missed a beat as she watched. It wasn’t the young man who clambered back off the train, it was a young woman… a petite young woman, a confident young woman, a bubby young woman, a beautiful young woman. Yes, the hair colour had changed a little, blonder than Jen had remembered, but it had to be, didn’t it?
“Natalie?” Jen called out, walking down the platform.
The smile on the young woman’s face said it all. It was Natalie. Jen’s walk quickened as she hurried towards her bestie, Natalie going as quick as she could in the other direction whilst dragging along the two misbehaving cases. It had been seven whole years since they had last seen each other, at least in person.
Jen’s heart was racing, such was her excitement. Would it still be the same as back in those university days? Would Natalie have changed in all these years? Would they still want the same things? Would she get to ask… Jen tried to push it to the back of her mind, but already she was thinking about that question, the one she never asked before.
Natalie was no different. The moment she had booked her flight ticket, she had dreamed of rekindling their friendship, of testing the water once more, of hopefully picking up where they had left off. When Jen offered her the chance to stay at her place by the coast, it was like a dream come true. She knew better though than to push. Jen was the serious one, and she would decide in her own time whether she wanted the same or not. Until then, Natalie would enjoy the company.
Oh, how she hoped Jen hadn’t changed since those university days. Natalie couldn’t take her eyes off the woman walking towards her. Jen looked older, but that wasn’t a surprise after seven years, and dressed in a way which was suggestive of the success she knew Jen had received from her writing, but, for sure, it was Jen.
Natalie didn’t let on, but the book had made it to Oz, and she had read every page, several times. If truth be known it was the book, or the way she had read between the lines, which had brought her back. Natalie had her own question to ask. She needed to know whether the book was about her, and whether Jen meant what she had written. They had come at it from different directions, but effectively the two young women both needed to know the answer to the same question. It was just that neither wanted to come out and ask it.
As they got closer, Natalie released her grip on the cases, leaving them standing on the platform. As if in slow motion, their walk became a jog and they fell into each other’s open arms. They hugged on the platform, before Natalie went up on tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on Jen’s cheek.
“Jen?” Natalie whispered. “Is it really you, Jen?”
“Well, I hope so… or do you go round hugging any old stranger? And do I really look that different?” came the reply.
“No… no… I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just so happy… happy to see you again. Thank you, Jen. Thank you for–”
“I told you, Natalie,” Jen interrupted, “no need for thank you’s. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve missed you too, Natalie. It’s been a long time.”
“Seven years,” Natalie added.
“Yes… and are you planning on making it eight or should we get going. It’ll take half an hour or so to get to mine. Now, let me have one, and you take the other.”
Half an hour later, the two women were lugging the two cases out of the car and into the house.
“Wow, Jen. Is this your place?” Natalie asked, the question rhetorical as it obviously was, given that Jen had parked outside and just unlocked the door.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? It’s fantastic. Was it from your book?”
“Well… I guess it helped. I bought the place before the book came out. It was in a bit of a mess, so I got it cheap. I guess the book… well, that just made it quicker to complete.”
“No wonder… it’s a great book. I always knew you’d be successful, Jen.”
“You’ve read it?” Jen replied, blushing slightly at the thought that her best friend had read what were nothing more than her own personal dreams, under the pretext of a bit of fiction.
“Loved it… especially that bit when–”
“Later, Natalie. You can tell me about the book later. First, let’s get these cases upstairs and you can get settled in. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up.”
It was a struggle to get the two large suitcases up the staircase, such was the weight of each one. Jen wondered to herself, if this was just to get Natalie going, how much stuff was to follow. It really wasn’t an issue though, as the house was more than big enough for the two of them.
“Come on, Natalie,” came Jen’s excited voice. “You get to choose which room you want.”
Jen was all for showing Natalie around, but Natalie was too excited to wait. She opened the first door and peered inside.
“Nope,” came Jen’s response. “That’s my study.”
“Is this where you wrote it?” Natalie asked. “Is this where you wrote Always?” As she glanced around the room, Natalie noticed the sign on the wall. Her heart jumped as she read the words, the same words which appeared on the first page of the book. Whether or not they had been, she so hoped that the Natalie they were dedicated to, was her.
“Try the next one,” Jen responded, avoiding once more getting into a conversation about her book. She never thought when she had written it, that Natalie would end up reading the story. Natalie had said she had loved it, but what if she was only being polite.
The question was avoided, as Natalie did move on to the next room. It was the larger of the two guest bedrooms, a generous double room with its own en suite.
“Nice,” came Natalie’s response, before she headed off towards the next door.
“Main bathroom,” Jen called out, but to no avail.
Natalie had already opened the door and was peering inside. Her reaction to the bathroom was surprisingly more enthusiastic than the bedroom.
“Jen!” Natalie called out. “That shower… it’s… it’s… well, you could get both of us in there and more. I’ve always wanted one like that… they can be so much more fun than a little bath.”
Jen had already moved on and was holding the next door open. “This one’s a bit smaller, but it’s got a great view.”
“Is that the sea?” Natalie asked as she glanced out through the window.
“Sure is. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk away. What do you think to the room, though? Do you want this one?”
“Where’s yours?” Natalie asked.
“Next door,” Jen replied, expecting her friend to then make her choice of room.
Natalie didn’t. Instead, she headed straight for the last door on the landing, opened it and walked right inside, with Jen following on behind. It was the largest of all the bedrooms, so spacious that the king size bed seemed to take up no space at all.
“I love it, Jen. This one will do nicely,” Natalie responded, an excited spring in her step as she leaped backwards onto the bed. Natalie simply lay there with arms outstretched, as if imitating a snow-angel atop the duvet. “So big, so comfortable. I’ll have this one.”
“But, Natalie,” Jen responded. “This is my room.”
Jen’s response was dismissive but, in her heart, she wanted something else. All Jen could think about was jumping on top of Natalie, both women together again, just like all those years ago. This was still the same impetuous young woman she remembered, and already Jen’s heart was racing at the thought of getting it on again. But, what if… what if… over and over she asked herself the same… what if Natalie didn’t want it.
“Oh, spoilsport,” Natalie finally responded. “Are you sure I can’t have this one? The bed’s big enough for… wait… is that a…”
Natalie’s attention had switched to a patio window, and the balcony outside. She jumped up off the bed, ran over, and opened the patio door.
“It is. It’s a balcony… and… oh, Jen, you weren’t joking. You do have a pool.”
“And whilst you’re here, what’s mine is yours,” Jen replied.
“Everything?” Natalie asked, a cheeky smile on her face. “Oh, and I’ll have the room next door if I really can’t have this one. Watching the sun come up over the sea will be wonderful.”
“You’ll be lucky,” Jen chipped in. “This ain’t oz you know. You may see the sun set, but you aren’t going to see it rise from that direction.”
“Always the smart one, aren’t you?” Natalie responded, teasing her new landlady. “Smart, successful, and–”
“–and going to leave you to it,” Jen interrupted, once again avoiding any difficult conversations.
As she headed out, Jen was cursing herself. She had the perfect chance in the bedroom to confront her young friend, to ask the question which had been nagging at the back of her mind for so long. She could have jumped right in, joining Natalie on the bed, and seeing just where it took them. Instead, though, she avoided confrontation, or more so avoided disappointment. Already Jen wondered, would she ever pluck up the courage to ask?
“Get yourself unpacked. I’ll be out by the pool. Come and join me when you’re ready. I’ll grab a bit of lunch for the two of us,” Jen almost barked out the half orders from the top of the stairs.
An hour later, both women were out on the patio, enjoying the afternoon sun. Jen had knocked up a feta salad, which had quickly been demolished. She’d stayed away from the prosecco, as fizz and sun didn’t really mix so well. It would keep. Instead, the two women were sipping away at a non-alcoholic jug of mint julep, as they caught up on all those missing years.
Just like the prosecco, Jen had decided to leave her question to another day too. No need to rush. It had been seven years, so what were a few more days. Imagine the surprise when Natalie came out with a question of her own.
“There’s something I need to ask, Jen,” Natalie started.
Jen almost spilled her drink with the directness of her friend. Once more it was so Natalie, impulsive and straight to the point. Jen prepared herself. She knew the answer already. She’d known it for most of the seven long years. She’d even written a book about it. Yet now she was about to be asked the very question, and Jen wasn’t quite sure how she was going to reply.
“I need to know…” Natalie continued.
“Yes?” Jen responded, half questioning and half answering.
“Well… do you mind… mind if I take my costume off? I so don’t do tan lines.”
It was a question, not the one Jen expected, and not the one she wanted to be answering, but nonetheless the answer was a simple one. She had seen Natalie nude once before and knew her young friend wasn’t shy when it came to showing herself off. Why would she be when she had a body like Natalie did? As if to confirm her response, Jen glanced around the garden. She already knew they were sitting in isolated privacy–there was only the one house overlooking Jen’s and she knew that Bev and Dave weren’t the nosy type–yet still she needed to confirm it for herself.
“Errm… well… I guess so,” Jen responded, trying her best not to sound too enthusiastic at the thought of seeing Natalie naked again. She’d never forgotten the first time.
Still lying on her lounger, Natalie nonchalantly lifted her ass and slid down her bikini bottoms, pulling them as far down her legs as she could. She sat up, and finished off the job, slipping the bottoms over her feet and dropping them on the floor. The top quickly followed suit, Natalie reaching back behind her shoulders and unhitching the clasp. In a matter of seconds, and with no hesitation, Natalie was sitting there naked. She dropped the back down on her lounger, then lay down on her front.
“Be a darling and rub some cream in for me, will you?” Natalie asked. “I don’t want to get burnt.”
Jen had been all eyes, watching her would-be lover strip off in front of her. Being asked to rub sun cream into Natalie’s soft skin was an offer she couldn’t refuse. Jen pulled herself up, grabbed the bottle of sun cream, then perched herself on the side of Natalie’s chair. The only question was where to start.
“All over?” Jen asked.
“Just where my costume was,” came the answer.
So that was easy then. Jen started at the shoulders, slathering her friend with a generous amount of cream before rubbing it in.
“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Natalie called out. “I could get used to this.”
Jen moved down to Natalie’s ass. She could feel her pulse racing as she laid her hands on the firm cheeks and massaged sun-cream into every inch of exposed flesh. As she did, Natalie opened her legs slightly giving Jen the merest glimpse of her bare sex. Was it intentional, or just an accident? Either way, Jen couldn’t help herself but look. Memories of that evening all those years ago came flooding back.
“There, all done,” Jen responded.
“Think you missed a bit,” came an immediate reply, Natalie rolling over and giving a little shimmy as if to say what about these. Natalie smiled up at Jen, as she watched her friend staring back at her breasts.
“Don’t you think you should do your own front?” Jen asked.
“I could,” came a reply, “but then it wouldn’t be half as much fun, would it? It was fun last time. Didn’t you have fun too, Jen?”
Jen hesitated. What should she do? What should she say? Is that all it was to Natalie, a bit of fun, and drunken fun at that? Jen’s heart was racing. She had no choice but to ask the question. She needed to know and needed to know now. Jen squeezed some cream over Natalie’s large breasts and started to rub it in, keeping her hands as soft and sensual as she could across the young woman’s mounds.
“Mmmm,” Natalie called out, as she felt Jen’s fingers rub across her rapidly hardening nipples.
“Is that what it was, Natalie? Just, a bit of fun? Just like this?”
Jen was about to repeat the same across Natalie’s shaven mound when she heard the telephone ringing inside the house.
“Sorry, fun will have to wait,” Jen said, getting up and heading inside. She didn’t know what to feel. Over the years, Jen had longed for this moment, for the two of them to be together again, to pick up from where they had left off. Now though… was that all it was? Was it just a bit of fun for her would be lover?
Standing there in just her two-piece swimsuit, Jen answered the phone. It was Bev, reminding her of the barbeque. Jen was so engrossed in conversation that she never heard the soft footsteps approaching from behind. She jumped as she felt Natalie wrap her arms around her from behind.
“Say goodbye,” Natalie whispered, planting a kiss on Jen’s back. “There’s something I need to say to you… a sort of… well, I guess… an apology.”
As if on command, but because the call had ended anyway, Jen hung up. She didn’t turn around, but simply stood there, staring deep into the house.
“Can I ask, Jen? Was the book… well did you write it for me… about me…” There was a long pause before Natalie continued. “About… us?”
This time it was Jen’s turn to pause, to consider her response.
“Come, Jen. Come sit down. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just… well… I don’t know if you feel the same?” Natalie continued, taking a step back from her friend.
“The same?” Jen finally responded, turning around to face the naked Natalie. “If you mean, did I think it was a bit of fun… then… no. What I thought… what I really thought… what I’ve spent the last seven or so years thinking–”
“–was written in your book,” Natalie interrupted. “I expected so. It was too close to home not to be. I felt the same, Jen. I was scared you didn’t. When you didn’t say anything, I guessed it was just a drunken fling for you.”
It was done. For what seemed an eternity, neither woman said anything. It was Jen who finally broke the silence.
“At first I wasn’t sure how to feel. It was wrong, yet it felt so right. I needed time, to think, to consider, to build up the confidence to ask, but then… then you announced you were leaving, so it sort of didn’t matter anymore. But it did… for seven long years I’ve thought of little more.”
“Come here,” Natalie responded, holding her arms out. “Do you remember how it all started?”
“What? With the prosecco?”
“No… with a…”
Natalie pulled herself close against her friend, rose on tiptoes and placed a kiss on Jen’s lips. They stood there, frozen in that moment, their lips touching in the gentlest caress. Finally, it was Jen who broke away.
“Yes, Natalie. Everything I wrote… was about you… about me… about us… about what I truly wanted. I know now that I love you, Natalie. I should have said back then, but I didn’t. If I messed up, then please tell me. I’ll… understand.”
“Oh, you certainly messed up, Jen,” Natalie responded.
The look on Jen’s face said it all. Her heart was pounding with nerves, so much so that she wasn’t really taking in every word. All Jen heard was that she had messed up. She had been true to herself, had finally asked her question, and the response was that she had messed up. Jen stared back at Natalie, a forlorn look in her eyes.
That cheeky smile came back to Natalie’s face as she clarified her prior response.
“You messed up big time, Jen… seven years of big time. I love you too, Jen.”
“You mean it, Natalie?”
“Oh Jen… you can be so cautious at times, so secure, so dependable, so reliable, and that’s what I love about you… but sometimes my girl… sometimes you need to follow your heart… and now… now is one of those times. Kiss me, Jen. Kiss me like you wanted to, all those years ago.”
This time there was no hesitation. A smile formed across her face as Jen stared back at Natalie, her words finally sinking in. Jen opened her arms, and the exuberant Natalie jumped into her lover’s grip, almost catching Jen by surprise as she lifted her legs up, wrapped them around Jen’s thighs, and hung there in mid-air. This time the kiss was nothing more than pure unadulterated passion. When finally, they broke away, it was Natalie who asked.
“I love you, Jen,” Natalie whispered. “I always have. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a tan to top up. Oh, and did you say you had some prosecco? We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for, starting this very evening.”
“Can’t wait,” Jen responded, a warmth in her heart. “Oh, and I nearly forgot. That was Bev on the phone, checking if we were still going to the barbecue. Next Saturday lunchtime.”
“Bev?”
“Sorry… yes… Bev and Dave live next door. They’re good neighbours.”
“Oh, I dunno, Jen. It’s not like I know them, and maybe… maybe it will seem strange if you suddenly turn up with another woman in tow. I don’t exactly look like your sister, do I?”
“You’d be lucky,” Jen responded, “I’m an only child.”
“Exactly!” Natalie retorted. “You go. Have a good time, and I’ll be waiting for when you get back. Now, you gonna join me by the pool?”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After a couple of hours of roasting under the afternoon sun, it was Jen who finally gave in to the cool of the pool.
“Gonna have a quick swim, Natalie, then get changed. Even writers need to get on with a bit of work from time to time. You can stay out as long as you want. I’ll rustle up a carbonara for dinner, but not for a few hours.”
“Mmmm, my favourite,” Natalie responded.
Natalie was all eyes as first she watched her lover walk over to the side of the pool, then dive gracefully into the water, a splash coming up as she parted the surface. If that was a sight to behold, watching Jen’s graceful figure rise into the air then plunge downwards into the pool, the reverse was even more eye-catching.
Reaching the side of the pool closest to the sun-loungers, Jen placed her hands on the edge. She glanced across at Natalie, smiled, then for a moment disappeared under the water, only to rise again like a solo synchronised swimmer. Water cascaded over her toned body as she pulled herself up out of the water, her long hair now glossy dark strands clinging over her shoulders.
It wasn’t the hair, nor her lover’s toned body that Natalie had her eye’s on… well, not all of it. Natalie’s gaze was fixed on the contents of a certain black bikini top, the weight of water causing the fabric to sag a little more than normal. She smiled. One of these days she would get Jen to release her inhibitions. It was only a matter of when.
“Right, I’m off. Don’t get yourself burnt,” Jen commented, placing a kiss on Natalie’s forehead as she grabbed her stuff.
Natalie watched intently as her lover walked towards the house, water dripping off Jen’s toned body with every step. There was a pause as Jen squeezed her costume to remove as much water as possible, wrapped a towel around herself, then disappeared inside. Natalie was true to Jen’s ask. She didn’t wait too long before going inside. She waited just ten minutes to be precise, grabbed her own stuff, and headed into the house. For a moment, Natalie stood in the living room, and listened.
She couldn’t hear Jen, but the sound of running water coming from upstairs told Natalie where her lover would be. Natalie smiled. That shower was big enough for two, so why not put it to good use. Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, Natalie climbed up the wooden staircase. She dumped her stuff in what was her bedroom, then tiptoed towards the shower room.
The door was slightly ajar. Natalie put an ear to the opening, listening closely. Amid the thunder of cascading water, she could hear a more tuneful sound. Jen was singing. For a moment, Natalie just stood there, mesmerised by the young woman’s voice.
“And when you smile… the whole world stops and stares for a while… ’cause, you’re amazing… just the way you are,” Jen sang, totally unaware of her audience.
Natalie had never heard Jen sing before, just like she’d never read any of her words until the book came out. It seemed that her lover was a multi-talented young woman; a writer, a singer, and… mmmm, a most passionate lover. Slowly Natalie nudged the door open, an inch at a time. Natalie smiled to herself as she caught a first glimpse of her naked lover, standing there under a steamy waterfall.
If there was one place in the house that Jen loved, it was the shower. The bedroom was another, but that would be for later. She’d designed the whole shower room to suit her every whim, from the oversize roll-top jacuzzi bath to the walk-in power shower. What better way to get rid oneself of the day’s stresses than to stand under a torrent of warm water, lathering yourself up with a bar of the silkiest soap.
Jen could stand here for hours, singing her songs, dreaming of what might have been. Today though was a little different. Okay, so she still stood under the same cascading waterfall, and still sang the same songs she always did, but today… today they were no longer dreams. Time would tell if they really did love each other, but at least in Jen’s heart she hoped she had found her little piece of heaven.
Natalie was thinking of something similar. She could feel her heart pounding with excitement as she tiptoed into the shower room, inching up on her lover. Once more, just like back at university, she had that mischievous smile on her face. Natalie knew just what she had in mind, and Jen would find out so very soon. The first time she saw that shower, Natalie knew it was way too big for just one person.
Already, Natalie could feel the spray bouncing off her lover’s naked body. She paused for a moment. Should she call out, announce her presence? Or should she… Natalie smiled once more. She knew exactly what to do.
“Huh!” Jen exclaimed, her singing ending abruptly as she felt Natalie wrap her arms around her naked body. “Natalie!”
“Shhh,” came a whispered response from behind.
Natalie had already risen on tiptoes, pressing her large breasts into Jen’s back as she pulled herself in close. She had one arm around Jen’s waist, the other over Jen’s shoulders. Natalie eased Jen’s wet hair off to one side and started to gently kiss her lover’s exposed neck. As she did, Natalie couldn’t help but move her arm down, placing a hand directly on one of Jen’s full mounds. Natalie squeezed gently at the soft flesh beneath her grip. Jen gasped but made no effort to pull away.
“I thought you might need a hand,” Natalie continued, running her fingers sensually across Jen’s breasts. “Now, are you gonna pass the soap?” As she asked, Natalie lowered her hands, holding them out in front of Jen’s stomach. With a gentle nudge from behind, she also moved her lover out of the torrent of water. It wouldn’t do for all her hard work to be washed away in an instant, would it?
Jen placed the large white bar in Natalie’s hands and waited.
“Mmmm, nice soap Jen,” Natalie commented, rubbing a little in her hands before bringing the bar up to Jen’s young skin. “So perfect for…”
Jen gasped as she felt Natalie work the bar across her whole body, all the way from thighs to breasts. Before long there were more creamy suds to be seen than naked flesh. Happy with her handiwork, Natalie passed the bar of soap back to Jen. For what she had in mind, she would need both hands. She went back on tiptoes, landing a few more kisses on Jen’s bare neck, before sucking at her lover’s ear lobe.
“Oh, you are a dirty girl, aren’t you? I think it’ll take a lot of washing to make you clean,” Natalie whispered as she brought both hands up to Jen’s breasts.
She had a hand on each, cupping the full mounds, trying as best she could to hold as much soft flesh in her small hands. It was useless, there was just no way she could hold everything, however hard she tried. What she could do though was…
“Mmmm, Natalie!” Jen whispered, closing her eyes as she felt her young lover start to work her hands across Jen’s full mounds.
The soft caress was so sensual, so enjoyable, so exciting. In no time at all Jen’s nipples were standing to attention. Jen wasn’t the only one to notice. Natalie had felt them go from soft puffy bumps to hard nubs beneath her palms, and as they did so, Natalie focussed in on the little bundles of sensitivity. At first, she continued the soft caress of her palm across Jen’s nipples, but it was so tempting to play a little more.
Any other time Natalie would have suckled on the hard rocks, but she didn’t fancy a mouthful of soap. There was only one thing for it. Natalie started to work the soft mounds more vigorously, massaging each with a firm grip, feeling how the soft flesh responded like a ball of warm dough. Jen was taking a gasped breath with each firm squeeze across her tits. It was so exciting. Every time she felt the touch against her nipples, a tiny shockwave set off inside. Jen hadn’t felt like this since that certain day back in university. That time she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to continue. This time though, she wanted nothing more than to feel her petite lover ravaging her young body.
Natalie wasn’t going to let her lover down. If Jen was excited by the attention she was getting, then Natalie was thrilled by the idea of giving it, and when Natalie was thrilled all caution went out of the window. Pulling Jen’s tits firmly back against her body, forcing the had rocks to stand proud, she positioned her thumb and forefinger either side of Jen’s nipples, careful not to give too big a sign of what was coming.
Jen stood there, her eyes still closed, her breathing still fast and shallow despite Natalie ceasing to play with her breasts. Quickly, before Jen had any time to react, Natalie took her lover’s nipples between thumb and finger, rolling the hard rocks firmly. Jen jumped as she felt Natalie’s strong grip against her sensitive nubs. It wasn’t painful, well not too much. It was just the surprise, the sudden shockwave of excitement shooting out through her breasts, which had Jen squealing.
“You like that, don’t you?” Natalie whispered, her mouth still close to Jen’s ear. Once again, she sucked on that soft lobe, before continuing. “You like the way I squeeze and rub at your tender nubs. Tell me, Jen. Tell me how it gets you all excited.”
“Aghh… mmmm…” Jen moaned as she felt her nipples being rolled, twisted, and pinched. It was a playful torture, but the more Jen endured, the more excited she felt. There was a sense of embarrassment, but Jen knew that the answer to that question was an unequivocal yes.
“I bet you’re all wet down below… aching for it, like the dirty girl you are… longing to feel my touch on your tight little cunt. Am I right, Jen?”
“Aghh,” Jen squealed as Natalie took grasp on each nipple in turn, pulling them out before letting them slip through her grip.
“I know you are. Just like last time… you couldn’t contain yourself, could you? Tell me, Jen. Tell me what you want.”
Jen never said a word, but her answer was obvious. With Natalie still working her tender nipples, Jen slowly spread her legs apart. She stood there and waited, eyes still closed, expecting to feel the tender touch of a hand between her legs, longing to feel her lover’s tiny hand gently caressing her puffy lips.
Natalie had been spot on. Jen was aching for it.
“Aghh,” Jen squealed as she did feel the first touch down below. It wasn’t the gentle stroke that she expected, but more of a firm but playful slap, right over her hidden clit. “What was that–”
“–for?” Natalie interrupted. “Well, you never answered my question, did you?”
For a moment Jen wondered what Natalie wanted from her. She had spread her legs without hesitation. Wasn’t that enough? Why did she still want an answer?
“Aghh,” came another squeal as Natalie gave a second slap.
It wasn’t the slap which had Jen calling out; well, not the force of the slap. It was the position, right over her clit, and the way it sent a hit of excitement deep inside. If she wasn’t damp to start with, Jen soon was, and she knew it wasn’t the raging torrent from the shower making her wet down below.
“Oh… does my dirty lover like the way I slap her tender clit? Maybe that’s why you don’t give me an answer. You like it, don’t you, Jen?”
“Yesss… yesss… aghh… no, not that…”
“Then what. Tell me what you want.”
“Y… your…” Jen was struggling to say it. She knew what she wanted, but Jen was little miss sense and sensibility. How could she say politely, seriously, that she wanted to be fingered, without it sounding so silly?
‘Sod it, Jen,’ she heard her subconscious calling out, ‘you heard what she said… sometimes you need to follow your heart… now tell her… tell her to…’
“Fuck me, Natalie,” Jen screamed out, her body awash with excitement as she blushed at what she had just said. “With your fingers… deep in my cunt… fuck me… like before… make me… cum.”
There was a slight increase in pitch in Jen’s last words. As the carnal outpouring left Jen’s mouth, down below, Natalie was working her fingers between another set of lips, seeking out the wetness within, homing in on Jen’s opening. The tone of Jen’s final word was a giveaway that Natalie had found what she was looking for.
“God, you’re so wet, Jen. Did you feel how easily my finger slid into your tight little pussy?” Natalie whispered, her words spoken suggestively right into Jen’s ear.
“Mmmm,” was the only response, Jen’s mind distracted by the movements of that single finger down below.
It was slow. It was steady. All Natalie was doing was easing her middle finger out, then sliding it back in, slowly, time after time. She would pause with her finger deep inside Jen’s tight pussy and use just the tip in a hidden beckoning motion. Jen was purring with delight, her upper body pressed back against Natalie. She was breathing a little quicker now, as pleasure started to course through her veins.
From her position standing behind Jen, with her arm looped around the front of Jen’s hips, it was the ideal position to work her lover’s sex. The natural angle of her fingers was perfect for seeking and stimulating that fabled spot on the front of Jen’s pussy walls, and Natalie knew just where to find it. There was only one problem. A single finger was making Jen purr with pleasure, but it was going to take more to have her scream with delight. Well, there was only one thing for it.
Jen groaned as she felt the stretch in her opening as Natalie worked her ring finger inside. With two fingers deep inside her lover’s pussy, Natalie let the other two run backwards along the sides of Jen’s snatch. She was ready, but was Jen?
Natalie started slowly, curling her fingers inside Jen’s love canal, feeling the way her lover’s tight walls tried in vain to hold her still. She added a little twist to the gentle curl, bringing a deeper murmuring from her lover. Already Jen was being worked up into a sexual fervour, the desire for release consuming her mind, yet still Natalie hadn’t started to fuck her in earnest… well, not yet!
Natalie placed a final kiss on Jen’s neck, sucked for one last time on her lover’s earlobe, then sank back down from her tiptoes. For what she had in mind, a stable footing would be best. Once again, the motion was slow and steady. Without moving her hand away from Jen’s sodden snatch, Natalie flexed her knuckles, and worked her fingers inside Jen’s cunt.
It was only an inch or so of movement, but the reaction was instant. Jen’s breathing deepened, and her moans became more strained as she felt the intensity build in her loins. It had been so long–it had been too long–since Jen had let her heart rule her mind. Don’t get her wrong, Jen had a favourite toy or two and had put them to very good use, but there was something different, something more satisfying about the way Natalie was working her pussy. It was slow. It was steady. It was edging Jen closer and closer to the point of no return.
“Faster,” Jen whispered. “Faster… harder… fuck me, Natalie.”
The words were music to Natalie’s ears. She picked up her tempo, working her fingers quicker inside Jen’s tight pussy, listening as, yet again, Jen’s breathing quickened, panted gasps now coming between strained moans. Oh yes, her lover was going to be cumming soon, and cumming so hard. Natalie ground the palm of her hand over Jen’s apex, applying as much pressure as she could to her lover’s clit at the same time as she worked her fingers inside.
“Aghh… yesss… yesss…” Jen moaned as she felt the first ripples of pleasure fill her body.
Natalie though, had only just gotten going. If an inch or so of movement would work Jen to the edge, imagine what would happen if she truly finger fucked her lover? Natalie was about to find out. Slowly she pulled her fingers all the way out, leaving just the tips within Jen’s opening. She held them there for a few seconds… one… two… thr–
“Aghh,” Jen moaned, her body rising slightly as she felt the fingers plunge hard back into her pussy. It was a cry of pleasure rather than pain.
Again, then again, Natalie continued to pull out, then thrust back in, gathering pace as he went. Before long she had picked up a fast rhythm as she fucked her lover with those two fingers.
Jen’s breathing was ragged. Her moans were coming in waves, each accompanied by a clamping down inside as she tried to hold back the inevitable. Natalie’s fingers though were incessant in their torment, never stopping, working Jen higher and higher, closer, and closer, nearer and…
Jen’s legs wobbled slightly as the first semblance of orgasm hit her. She felt it through her whole body, a gentle warmth consuming her.
Natalie never stopped. She was working her fingers in and out of Jen’s pussy as quick as she could, a squelch from below joining the symphony of cascading water, ragged pants, and pained moans.
Jen found her legs giving way again. She leant forward, placing her hands against the shower wall to brace herself from falling. Her eyes were screwed shut. Her mouth was hanging open, such was the struggle against her inner most emotions. A second wave hit her, and Jen stiffened against the torment. Her moans became laboured, her breathing even more ragged.
Natalie wasn’t ready to stop yet. She could feel the tightness around her fingers. She could feel the way her lover’s pussy clamped down, pulsing with every wave of orgasm, yet still she knew there was more to come.
“Yesss!” Jen screamed, her body stiffening as the big one hit. “Yesss… yesss… yesss!”
Natalie removed her fingers, letting her lover ride her own high. By no means had she finished though. It was just a respite in the torment. She listened closely as Jen’s moans subsided, her breathing getting back into control. As it did, Natalie placed her hand back over Jen’s apex, her fingers still, hovering above Jen’s sensitive clit. She pulled herself up close, bending her own back to follow the contours of Jens body.
“Did you cum?” Natalie whispered, planting a kiss on Jen’s back.
“Yes,” came a tired yet satisfied reply.
“And… will you cum again?”
Natalie never waited for a reply. With her fingers she found Jen’s sensitive clit, then went to work on it. A firm rubbing action had Jen moaning profusely. All that did was to make Natalie work her hand faster, keeping her fingers right over her lover’s clit.
Jen stood there, legs apart, bent slightly at the waist, her hands hard up against the shower wall. With Natalie’s free arm reaching over her stomach and up towards her dangling breasts, Jen couldn’t get away from the torment down below. She hadn’t quite recovered from her earlier high and now she found herself heading for a second climax. There was no gentle warning, no tiny ripples of pleasure preceding the big one. It was straight in, full on, wham bam thank you ma’am.
“Aghh,” Jen moaned, her body stiffening against her impending orgasm.
Jen was panting hard once more. Her moans, forced between ragged breaths, were again coming in waves, each alongside yet another pulse of her pussy walls. She was so close to cumming for a second time. All she needed was a little more. The little more came in the form of Natalie’s fingers toying with Jen’s hard nipples.
“Aghh,” Jen moaned again, feeling the pinch on her hard nubs alongside the torment on her sensitive clit.
Jen’s face was a picture. Her mouth was open, her expression alternating between fast gasped breaths and pained moans. Her eyes were screwed shut as the torment grew to a crescendo. Just a little more, just a…
Suddenly the shower went quiet, the only sound being the cascade of water and the squish of Natalie’s fingers as the worked Jen’s sodden sex. Jen was silent. There were no moans, there were no gasped breaths. She bit her lip, stiffening all the time as her climax neared.
Natalie could feel it. She knew the signs, and it just pushed her further and faster. Her hand was now a blur, working the length of Jen’s snatch, pushing her lover towards the inevitable.
“Yesss… yesss… oh gawd… Naaaataaalieeeee!” Jen screamed.
Jen stiffened further still. She could feel the inferno in her loins, pure ecstasy filling her body, growing more intense by the second. And then it happened. Jen’s body shook, her legs turning to jelly as she leant against the wall. It was like a tidal wave hitting the young woman. Once more she was panting hard, her whole mind overtaken by orgasm. She was out of control, unable to think of anything more than the pleasure inside.
The pounding shower masked the trickle of juices from Jen’s spent pussy. Natalie felt it though, her hand suddenly drenched as her lover came for that second time. She had made Jen wet herself once more, unable to control herself amid the most mind-blowing climax.
Natalie smiled. There was something about watching, or more to the point this time, feeling her lover squirting love juices, which was so exciting. She’d never done it herself, but Natalie reckoned it might be nice to experiment. Now wasn’t the time though.
Jen was spent. She barely moved as Natalie picked up the soap and washed her lover down. Jen just stood there, leaning against the shower wall, her head now nestled into her arms. She was panting hard, trying to recover herself from such intensity.
“I was right,” Natalie whispered, “a very dirty girl indeed.”
Finally, Jen stood back up, her legs still a little weak. She turned and faced her young lover. For a moment they just looked each other in the eyes, unable to say anything. It was Jen who broke the gaze, a smile spreading across her face.
“I’ve missed you, Natalie,” she whispered.
“Missed you too, Jen,” came the reply. “Now, did you say something about dinner and a bottle of chilled prosecco?”
They both laughed. It was a bottle of prosecco which had started this whole journey.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
That evening, they turned in early. It was just like that evening all those years ago. Natalie was bounding up the stairs carrying the bottle of fizz, with Jen following on behind, her hands grasping a couple of glasses. They reached the landing in no time at all, taking the steps two at a time like excited children. Jen paused outside her bedroom door, watching as Natalie kept going.
“And where do you think you’re off to with that bottle?” Jen asked, a sarcastic smile on her face as she watched Natalie stop, then spin around.
“To my room,” Natalie replied.
“I don’t think so. Didn’t you prefer this one?”
Natalie’s heart thumped in her chest. She didn’t wait for Jen to say anything more. Natalie bounded past Jen, and into the master bedroom. Just like earlier, Natalie fell backwards onto the covers, the only difference being the bottle of bubbly in her hand.
Jen glanced down at her lover as she grabbed the bottle of prosecco. She smiled. Jen’s heart was racing too. Natalie had taken the lead both times they had made love before, and now it was Jen’s turn… to take the lead that was… with nothing more in mind than to have Natalie’s carnal symphony filling her very ears. She wanted it though, to be… well… more sensual, more intense, more natural than an excited fumble under the covers. Placing the bottle and glasses on a side table, Jen turned to her lover.
“I guess… Natalie… you’d better get changed if you’re gonna be spending the night,” Jen addressed her lover. There was something more permanent about her lover returning dressed for bed, and that’s just what Jen wanted. “Go on. You get changed and I’ll pour us some fizz.”
With the same enthusiasm that Natalie had jumped on the bed, she leaped up again and headed off towards her own room, her mind already thinking about what to wear.
For Jen, it was much easier. She’d changed after the shower, donning her most comfortable sleep come loungewear–Jen wore a pale pink pair of soft shorts with a darker dusky pink tee, emblazoned with the words ‘dream on’–before hiding them under a dressing gown. She’d bought them because of the words, but now they just seemed right.
Jen had kept dreaming, and maybe, just maybe, her dreams were coming true. She didn’t mind that she wasn’t bedecked in sexy sleepwear, nor flashing naked flesh at her lover. Sexy or not, Jen was happy.
Jen poured out a couple of glasses of prosecco, then headed over to her chest of drawers, pulling open the top drawer. She rummaged through her underwear, not looking for anything to wear, but heading to the bottom of the drawer where she kept her toys. She didn’t have many, but what Jen did have had been put to good use over the years. Jen pulled out a curved vibrator, around eight inches long made from firm yet smooth silicone with a slightly bulbous head, and a small bottle of lube. A quick push of a button and the toy hummed into life in her hand.
Jen smiled, switching off the toy and hiding it and the bottle of lube under a pillow on the bed. As she heard Natalie’s footsteps outside, Jen quickly took off her dressing gown and positioned herself in the middle of the bed, sitting, knees bent upwards with pillows behind her back. Jen had only just managed to get in position when Natalie walked back into the bedroom. Her mouth almost fell open as she stared at her petite lover and her choice in nightwear.
Natalie bounded back into the master bedroom, like an excited child. She was wearing a short babydoll, the body made from sumptuous deep red satin, with black floral lace covering her large bust. With two thin straps, and a deep plunge to the lace, her shoulders, arms and an ample amount of soft breasts were on show. The babydoll itself came down to mid-thigh, showing off Natalie’s wonderful legs. With her overall deep bronze skin, and not a tan line in sight, Natalie looked wonderful.
As Natalie approached the end of the bed, Jen spread her legs wide, easing her knees out as she went. Jen tapped her hand on the quilt, telling her young lover just where she wanted her. Natalie didn’t refuse, climbing on top of the quilt, before sitting down between Jen’s outstretched legs. She leant back against Jen, turned her head towards her lover and smiled.
Jen responded with a quick kiss against Natalie’s forehead, an equally happy smile, and a comforting arm around her lover’s shoulders, Jen’s hand cupping Natalie’s left breast, but no more. Jen wanted to savour that moment as long as she could, simply happy to be with Natalie in her own bed.
“Prosecco?” Jen asked, holding out a glass with her free hand.
Natalie shuffled up a little further on the bed, pushing her shoulders firmly against Jen’s breasts as she took more of a seated position. She turned towards Jen and lifted herself up. In unison, Jen lowered her head and the two women kissed. It was a short, gentle, yet very sensual kiss. Inside Jen sighed as she felt their lips touch. Then it was over. Natalie snuggled down and took the wine from her lover. There was the chink of glasses, then silence as both women drank.
“Thank you, Jen,” Natalie whispered, her glass empty.
“It’s only prosecco,” Jen responded, “and this time it’s in the glass rather than all over my top.”
There was laughter as Jen filled the glasses once more.
“Tastes better this way,” Natalie answered, “but the wet look did suit you.”
Jen downed her second one, then placed the empty glass on the bedside table. She waited a minute before taking Natalie’s. For a moment, Jen held her breath. She could feel her lover’s body moving in her arms, her bust rising and falling as Natalie breathed deeply. It was so… so… so… beautiful to feel her lover simply in her arms. Jen wanted something more though. She wanted to feel it… to feel the moment when… when… when her lover came in her very arms.
Jen found herself squeezing gently at Natalie’s plump breasts. It wasn’t much, just the way you might test the ripeness of a soft peach, and Natalie never stirred from her position of comfort. One by one, Jen caressed her lover’s ample mounds through the soft black lace of the babydoll. She could feel Natalie’s nipples harden underneath, but never once was tempted to toy with the sensitive nubs… not yet at least.
Slowly, Jen moved her legs. One at a time, she looped her feet up and over Natalie’s knees, before lowering them again. Jen gave Natalie a comforting cuddle, pressing firmly up against Natalie’s petite frame with both arms and legs. As Jen released her grip, she pulled away slightly, spreading her legs slightly and at the same time easing Natalie’s apart.
Jen smiled. With her arm pressed across Natalie’s bust, and her feet lodged in against Natalie’s inner knees, she had her lover just where she wanted her. It was time to introduce Natalie to a good friend. Jen reached under the pillow with her free hand. After a couple of blind grasps, she felt the vibrator and pulled it out from its hiding place, along with the bottle of lube. The lube would be for later, but for now it was the toy she had in mind. Jen placed a kiss on Natalie’s forehead.
“Close your eyes, Natalie,” Jen whispered. “Tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel.”
Jen watched, holding the vibrator discreetly in her hand, as her lover closed her eyes.
“Mmmm,” Natalie said, snuggling down and nestling her head down into Jen’s bust. “I see… nothing… but I feel… everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes, Jen. I feel your chest rise and fall. I feel your heart beating inside. I feel… I feel… I feel… love, Jen. I feel love and I like it.”
“Me too,” Jen replied, releasing her grip on Natalie’s breasts.
Slowly, Jen eased the thin straps of Natalie’s babydoll down over her lover’s shoulders. Inch by inch Natalie’s tanned breasts came into view, the soft mounds, those dark pink saucers, then finally her nipples, standing proud atop her breasts. For a moment Jen simply looked at her lover, staring at her beauty as if unwrapping a present for the very first time.
Natalie jumped slightly when Jan gently ran her fingers across those hard nubs, but still never opened her eyes. She looked so peaceful snuggled into her lover’s arms.
Jen ran her hand once more over Natalie’s breasts, tracing the outline of those full mounds as she fully released them from their lacy confines. Smiling, Jen turned her attention to the body of the babydoll, slowly teasing the satin fabric up towards Natalie’s waist. As Natalie’s babydoll rose, her panties came into sight. She looked fabulous in a pair of plain high-waist shiny black panties, the soft stretchy fabric clinging seductively to the young woman’s body.
Jen glanced down at her lover’s mound, noticing the clean shaved flesh at each side of the panties. She smiled once more, remembering that first time when she saw Natalie’s bare sex. Jen’s eyes traced the narrowing front of the panties down, noticing how the fabric clung to Natalie’s plump labia. Was her lover already a little aroused? If not, then she soon would be.
Natalie jumped once more as she felt Jen’s fingers run gently over her panties. She opened her eyes as Jen neared her apex. Jen noticed.
“Close your eyes, Natalie,” Jen whispered, continuing to stroke sensually over her lover’s hidden sex.
Natalie did close her eyes. She purred gently as she relaxed under the gentle caress. If this was love, then for sure Natalie was feeling every inch of it. Even when she felt something harder nudge up against her nipples, Natalie simply moaned in sensual appreciation. Little did she know that it wasn’t Jen’s fingers rubbing against her sensitive nubs, but instead was the tip of that purple vibrator… at least that was, until…
“Huh,” Natalie moaned, her eyes shooting open as a buzz filled the room and the vibrations shot through her nipples. She glanced at the purple vibrator, held firmly up against her breasts, then up at Jen. Jen just smiled back at her lover.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jen whispered, moving the vibrator from one nipple to the other.
Natalie nodded. It didn’t just feel good. It felt wonderful, the gentle yet rapid vibrations shaking deep into her breasts. She grabbed for Jen’s free hand and held it tight.
“Now, what did I say,” Jen continued. “Close your eyes… feel it Natalie… feel the love.”
Once more, Natalie closed her eyes. Her grip released against Jen’s hand. She was moaning softly as she nestled her head further back against Jen’s full bust. As Natalie settled back, Jen turned her attention away from her lover’s breasts. She didn’t leave them totally. As Jen moved the tip of the vibrator slowly down over Natalie’s torso, she placed her free hand back over her lover’s soft mounds, cupping them gently. Lower and lower, Jen traced a line across the babydoll, the couple of inches of bare flesh where the satin ended, and finally those soft panties.
“Mmmm,” Natalie moaned as she felt the vibrations hit her apex. She could feel a dampness within, desires fuelled by the deep-set tingle in her sex.
To start with, Jen held the vibrator in place, using its curvature to follow Natalie’s snatch. She could hear Natalie’s breathing deepen as her lover lay there, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.
After a while of simply pleasuring her lover’s sex, Jen became a little more adventurous. Using the very tip of the toy, she worked it along the line of Natalie’s snatch, watching as her lover’s lips became even more engorged with arousal. She drew little circles with the tip over Natalie’s snatch, listening for the soft purr from her lover as the tingle hit her hidden clit.
Before long there was a tiny wet patch forming in the gusset of those panties, a clear sign that Natalie was enjoying the attention, and just the encouragement that Jen needed. With the vibrator once again held still over the length of Natalie’s snatch, Jen brought her free hand down. Before Natalie could react, Jen reached down for the edge of the black panties, pulling at the stretchy fabric as it narrowed down towards Natalie’s pussy. It took little effort to slide a finger underneath, Jen feeling the smooth-shaven skin underneath, and just a touch of warm arousal.
Natalie wriggled against the touch inside her panties, as she felt Jen’s finger brush her apex. Jen though, simply smiled. It was never the intention to finger her lover, not tonight. The only reason for slipping a digit inside those panties was to get enough purchase to ease them off to one side. As she did so, and with Natalie’s arousal coming into view, Jen lifted the vibrator away for a moment. Natalie was already damp, as Jen knew from the spotting on her panties, but a little extra lube wouldn’t go amiss.
Jen lodged the gusset of the panties to one side, using the natural swelling in Natalie’s puffy labia to hold it in place. Quickly Jen grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a little on the end of the vibrator. Then, with a squeal of delight from her lover, Jen brought the vibrator down against Natalie’s bare snatch. With the touch of lube, Jen slid the tip of the toy easily between Natalie’s soft folds, holding it over Natalie’s sensitive clit.
At first Natalie purred with delight, her breathing deep and steady as the pleasing tingle ran through her sex. She would moan softly as Jen worked the tip towards her opening, then gasp as the vibrator hit her clit. It was such a pleasing torment, and slowly Natalie could feel her fires starting to smoulder.
Natalie held her breath as she felt Jen slip the bulbous tip just inside her opening. It wasn’t so big as to stretch her out, but the very first time was always a bit of a surprise. It was only fleeting though, Jen removing the vibrator and once again teasing at Natalie’s snatch, listening as her lover went back to that soft comforting purr. For a second time, Jen eased the vibrator up inside, this time a little deeper, this time bringing a louder gasp from Natalie. Once again though, it was a fleeting visit, and so it continued as Jen teased Natalie’s pussy before returning to her snatch.