Unspoken Love

The end of the academic year was always a mixture of weariness and relief for Emma but this one was more fraught than usual. She was eternally grateful to her parents for the time and energy they spent on their grandchildren and had been delighted that they had asked to take the girls away with them for a week by the seaside. She would have preferred the second week of the summer holidays instead of the first because she was now in a race against time to get them ready for setting off early the next morning. It was all worthwhile though for the blissful week of peace and self indulgence that she had been looking forward to immensely.

As usual, Emma had chatted to her close friend and colleague, Gina, in the staff room during morning break.

“All sorted for your holiday then Em?”

“No chance G, there’s loads to do, Millie’s lost a trainer, God knows how or where so I’ve got to get to Sainsbury’s to pick up a new pair as soon as we finish this afternoon. Then it’s tea, packing bags and sorting out arguments before bedtime. They’ll not get off to sleep because they’ll be so excited. I love them to bits and will miss them but a whole week to myself; utter bliss.”

“And some good times with me,” said a pleased looking Gina, “did you ring that number I gave you for the foot massage?”

“Yes, she’s coming round tomorrow afternoon so I should be in a zen like state when we go out on the town later.”

“Great, you’ll love it, I thought reflexology was a load of old bollocks until Lawan worked her magic on me, but like I’ve said before, don’t be surprised if you feel a slight arousal at some point. It happens to me every time so I googled it yesterday and you’ll never guess.”

“What?”

“Apparently, it’s possible to have an orgasm.”

“What, through a foot massage, never.”

“It’s not just a foot massage, it’s reflexology, there’s loads of areas of your foot connected to other parts of your body so I suppose it makes sense that your pussy is too.”

“You’re having me on.”

“No honestly, I haven’t been anywhere near coming but it’s a nice feeling, quite arousing, and it helps that she’s so pretty.”

“Gina!” said a surprised and intrigued Emma. She’d never previously known her friend to even hint that she had been turned on by a woman.

“What? I’m just saying.”

The bell rang for the end of break and the two friends hurried back to their classrooms to try to keep order with a bunch of excited pupils until lunch time. They were allowed to go home early because it was the last day. When the children had left, the staff gathered in the hall for speeches and presentations. As soon as they were over, Emma picked up her bags, gave Gina a warm hug, said her goodbyes to the others and dashed out to the car park.

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Emma’s girls, Leah and Millie were nine and seven respectively. She’d had Leah when she was twenty six, her husband had left her shortly after Millie had been born. He couldn’t handle being a parent and a grown up and now he hardly ever saw his daughters. Emma’s parents lived ten minutes away and had been very supportive with their time and money and she knew how fortunate she was compared to many other single parents.

Emma was attractive with a good figure. She was five feet seven inches in height and her black hair was cut in a short ‘bob.’ Her brown eyes were very pretty and she was still the same weight that she had been at university. She remembered her student days with a fondness, she was popular and sought after by male students and tutors alike and had ended up with a very good looking technology student whom she had married a year after finishing university.

Her husband wasn’t her only sexual conquest at university, before she met him, she had slept with four other students and two of the tutors. She’d also spent one semi drunken night in the bed of a female student and she still fantasised about the oral sex to which she had been treated by her very experienced lover. Afterwards, she’d been so disconcerted by her ‘lesbian’ fling that she’d avoided the girl for weeks even though she thought of her frequently while she masturbated.

More recently it had dawned on Emma that she had taken up with her then future husband as a means of overcompensating for her apparent sexual attraction to women. Once engaged to him, she’d thought, she could easily convince herself that her one night of passion with a woman was an aberration and not a sign of lesbian tendencies. It had left it’s mark though, she sometimes imagined making love to women when she was in bed with her husband. He took credit for her deepest and loudest orgasms unaware that she was, in fact, imagining a woman’s mouth around her pussy at the time.

Since her husband had left almost ten years ago, she’d had a couple of short term relationships and three one night stands but it seemed that none of the men she met were keen to take on a ready made family. With two young daughters to bring up, she’d been ultra cautious about who she had trusted to get to know them and she’d suppressed any thoughts of inviting a woman into her bed. Now, in mid 2019, It had been almost two years since she’d had sex with anyone else and she was beginning to contemplate joining an internet dating site.

Emma’s friend Gina had been encouraging her to take the plunge. Gina was thirty two, single and lived in a small flat five minutes away from Emma. She’d been engaged in her mid twenties but she’d broken it off after she’d discovered that her fiancé was fucking his best friend’s wife. Several unsuccessful relationships later, Gina had taken to ‘Tinder’ and had enjoyed uncomplicated, no strings attached sex. Lately though she had begun to feel that it was all a bit soulless and she’d joined an internet dating site and was now trying to recruit Emma.

Gina and Emma had been good friends since they both started teaching at the same primary school together two years ago. They’d become very close and, despite their different lives and commitments, had spent a lot of time in each other’s company. Emma’s girls loved Gina and she was very fond of them. At times, they’d each been a shoulder for the other to cry on, they’d shared plenty of good times as well but Emma was oblivious as to the depth of Gina’s feelings for her and vice-versa. They’d barely acknowledged to themselves that they both felt an uplifting sense of well being in each other’s company.

Gina was two inches taller than Emma and was slim but shapely. Her dyed blonde hair and striking blue eyes attracted attention on ‘Tinder’ and she’d had no difficulty linking up with lots of men over the years. She was lively and ballsy and she’d generally been too much ‘woman’ for many of the men that she met.

She’d recently been made aware of reflexology by her sister-in-law who had told her about Lawan’s ‘magic hands’ with a knowing smile and a wink. Lawan had come to Gina’s flat once a month for the past four months to give her a foot massage. Gina had been surprised at how aroused she’d become when Lawan put pressure on an area just under the ball of one foot and on the heel of the other. Looking into Lawan’s large and very pretty eyes hadn’t helped to quell her arousal in any way.

Gina had been a bit of a ‘party animal’ in her early twenties. Like other young women she’d participated in the growing trend, after a few drinks, of kissing another girl at a party for the benefit of salacious boyfriends. She’d repeated the exhibition several times over a couple of years and had found it to be extremely pleasurable with one girl in particular. The girl had declined to take things further in private unless her boyfriend was also involved. Gina wasn’t keen on the boyfriend so she had reluctantly decided pass up the opportunity to go to bed with the girl. Like Emma, she occasionally masturbated while imagining herself with a woman, often the woman was Emma, but that had been the extent of her curiosity.

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Emma’s parents turned up at eight o’clock on the Saturday morning and drove Leah and Millie off to the coast for a one week holiday. Emma tidied up after they had gone then settled down with a cup of tea to enjoy the peace and quiet and to contemplate her week of freedom. She’d arranged for Lawan to come to the house at two thirty to give reflexology treatment to her feet. In the evening, she was going out on the town with Gina. It had been a very long time since she’d gone out to drink and dance and she’d joked to Gina that they would be ‘on the pull.’

As the appointment time approached Emma wondered what Lawan would have in store for her, surely Gina had been exaggerating about it being possible to orgasm during a foot massage. She could hardly risk appearing foolish by asking Lawan directly. She smiled to herself as she thought of Gina, she loved her sense of fun and she loved her as a friend and she had to admit that Gina was an attractive woman; her masturbated pussy knew this only too well. Just as she contemplated pressing her fingers into her pussy through the material of her leisure suit, the doorbell rang. Lawan was fifteen minutes early.

“Hi, you must be Lawan?”

“Yes, sorry I’m early, I didn’t know how long it take to find you.” Lawan’s English was good but not perfect.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m ready for you, I’ve washed my feet,” said Emma with a grin, “come in, come in. Shall we use the sofa in the lounge or do you need me to lie down?”

Lawan didn’t engage in casual light hearted humour, her polite but unreadable expression didn’t change. “Sofa is fine, I have my own stool so I sit in front of you. I will explain basic idea of reflexology then I will give you massage to feet.”

“Okay, fine, like I said on the phone, I haven’t done this before and I don’t know anything about it.”

Lawan explained how she believed that various parts the body were connected to zones of the feet and showed Emma a chart. Emma looked hard at the complicated illustration for any words that indicated links to sexual organs but she couldn’t see anything. Now she was certain that Gina had been pulling her leg.

“Okay, it will take about one hour, I take your left foot first please and I apply pressure to different places and you feel sensations in different parts of body; it relieve stress and pain. Tell me what you feel and I tell you how link works. Not everyone feel same sensation, it different from person to person. Stop me if it feel too uncomfortable.”

“You don’t look old enough to have been doing this for very long.”

“I learn from my Grandmother, she an expert, many years. I still only twenty two but learn well and am good. I came from Thailand last year to stay with uncle and aunt who have restaurant in town.”

Emma started to relax as Lawan pressed and rubbed her fingers and thumbs into her feet. She looked at the pretty petit young woman and thought how desirable she looked in her short little tunic and tight trousers.

“Do you have a boyfriend or partner Lawan?”

“No, I still single, but my Aunt is always trying to find someone for me,” smiled Lawan.

Emma thought she had a pretty smile, it reached her beautiful eyes and lit up her face. Lawan pressed different ‘zones’ of her feet and talked about which parts of the body they were linked to. Emma found it fascinating, Lawan’s strong fingers and thumbs probed deeply and occasionally caused pleasurable pain to spread through her body.

After twenty minutes Emma had completely relaxed. Then it happened without warning, with Lawan’s thumb pressing into a spot just above Emma’s right heel, a strong, warm, tingling feeling shot up the back of her leg and into her pelvis.

Emma gasped, “Are you okay?” said Lawan as she stopped applying pressure.

“Yes, yes, keep going please.”

Lawan probed again, she pressed a point beneath the pad of Emma’s big toe, it happened again, but this time, the tingle lasted longer and she felt like she was suddenly close to having an orgasm. As Lawan held her thumb in place just below Emma’s ankle bone, the tingles turned into pulses, each one getting stronger and deeper in her pelvic area. She pressed her lips together to keep from moaning with pleasure and at that moment, she climaxed. Her heart pounded in time with each contraction, and her body melted into a deep release. Emma was stunned, after about twenty seconds, Lawan moved on to another pressure point on her foot and Emma’s climax came to an end. Lawan looked completely unfazed, showing no signs of knowing what had just taken place.

The foot massage continued for another thirty minutes. Emma gradually calmed down as she wondered what the fuck had just happened to her. Lawan explained from time to time which parts of the body she was focusing on but there was no repeat of Emma’s arousal.

She’d just had an orgasm at the hands of another woman but it seemed unreal and detached. Had Lawan meant to make her come? She didn’t know for certain, if she had, it had been done in a remote manner, there had been no direct contact with her pussy. Lawan, for all her pleasing looks and serene sexuality, had not said or done anything lascivious of provocative.

For the last few minutes of the massage, Emma closed her eyes and imagined lying naked on a bed with Lawan and making tender love to her. She was roused from her reverie when Lawan set her foot down gently and asked whether she had liked the massage.

“God yes, it was a revelation, thank you so much,” said a still puzzled but satiated Emma.

“We do this again yes?” said Lawan with a beautiful, expectant smile that made Emma’s pussy tingle.

“Yes please, can I book you on a monthly basis?”

“Of course, we have lovely journey together.”

It took all of Emma’s self control not to pull Lawan onto the sofa with her and shower her with kisses.

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After Lawan had gone Emma luxuriated in a warm bath. Her thoughts were divided between her remarkable orgasm and the prospect picking up a handsome young man as a result of her night out with Gina. Lawan’s magic touch had left her pussy in the mood for more and she thought about getting out of the bath and having a session with her vibrator but it was now four fifteen and Gina would be arriving at six. Instead, she opened her legs and reached for her submerged pussy with her with her right hand. She tried to conjure up a fantasy of smooching with and then being laid by a man she’d picked up in a nightclub but those thoughts were dispelled by images of Gina writhing in orgasmic ecstasy as Lawan worked on her feet.

She felt delightful sensations in her inner thighs and abdomen but the bath water was getting cold and she needed to eat and get ready to go out so she wrapped herself in a towelling dressing gown and made herself a pasta salad. She poured herself the last glass of Sauvignon Blanc from a bottle in the fridge and smiled at the thought that she and Gina would probably polish off most of it’s neighbouring unopened bottle before they went out.

At five o’clock she went up to her bedroom to get ready. They’d planned to get a taxi into town at about eight and find a lively pub where they could drink and dance before going on to a nightclub. She’d invited Gina to stay over and she smiled at the thought of two tipsy, giggling thirty somethings arriving back at her house in the early hours. In truth, their clubbing days were behind them and she wondered at the wisdom of resurrecting them tonight but Gina had suggested it and she seemed to be looking forward to it immensely.

Emma was aware that she had been more ‘stirred’ than usual by Gina of late. She was really looking forward to seeing her and telling her about the orgasm that had been induced by Lawan. She’d always felt an indefinable thrill in Gina’s presence whilst, at the same time, feeling as though they were sisters.

She’d had little time for anyone else in her life after being left with two daughters to bring up but, over the last two years, Gina had grown on her to the point that she sometimes fantasised about being in a loving relationship with her. There had been no sign that Emma’s emerging feelings were reciprocated by Gina so she told herself to stop being foolish and be content with Gina as a close friend.

At thirty five years of age, and probably able to pass for thirty, Emma knew she could still rock a tight, short dress. It was a chilly evening for late July so she pulled a pair of long, neutral hold up stockings up to the tops of her firm thighs. Sitting with her ample breasts contained in her sexy black underwired lace bra and panties, she applied subtle mascara and eye shadow then painted her lips scarlet to match her already painted finger and toenails.

Her thick black bobbed hair, pale skin, bright red lips and gold dangling earrings made her look like a glamorous twenties film star as she stepped into her tight red dress with thin shoulder straps. She smoothed the dress down and tugged at the hem that finished half way up her thighs. Satisfied that her lacy stocking tops would only be visible when she wanted them to be, she stepped into five inch high heeled black sandals, buckled them up and stood in front of the full length mirror attached to the wardrobe door. She liked what she saw reflected back at her. Her pussy still remembered the treat it had received at the hands of Lawan earlier on and she couldn’t wait for her next appointment in a months time.

As she descended the stairs, the doorbell rang so she hurried to open it. There stood Gina in all her glory. Her elegant friend looked so tall in her six inch high stilettos. Emma tingled with arousal at the sight of her Gina in a short, tight lilac off the shoulder dress that finished at mid thigh; her firm breasts were two beautiful mounds defying Emma to look away from them. The tell tale sign of suspender clips protruding through the tight material did nothing to slow Emma’s pulse. Her nipples tingled and sent a signal to her pussy.

“Well, aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Oh sorry Gina, I was mesmerised,” said Emma with a cheeky smile, trying to hide the fact that she actually was. “How have you managed to get stockings on with that belt that you’re wearing?”

“Oh ha ha, very funny, It’s not that short and it covers my boobs, you don’t think I look indecent do you?” asked an anxious Gina.

“No love, I’m only kidding, you look stunning, you’ll pull tonight, no trouble.”

“I shortened my suspender straps as much as possible and wore the longest stockings I could find. I love stockings when I go out, it makes me feel thrillingly accessible.”

“Me too, but I’ve not been brave enough for a suspender belt like you.”

“Mmm, sexy.” said Gina as she stroked the top of Emma’s thigh and felt the lace welt of her hold ups through her dress.

“Oo, stop it, you’re turning me on,” joked Emma.

She noticed Gina’s face flush a little and felt mildly uncomfortable herself but she rescued their sudden embarrassment with an offer of wine.

“Come on G, you’ve been here sixty seconds and we haven’t opened a bottle yet, we must put that right.”

“How remiss of us.”

“There’s one in the fridge, can you get it while I get the glasses?”

“Righto,”

The friends sat down in the lounge together.

“Did the girls get off okay?”

“Yes, no trouble, I had a quick chat with them earlier, they phoned as soon as they arrived.”

“Ahh, I bet they’ll have a whale of a time with Sally and Mick.”

“Yes, and I’ll make the most of my week of freedom, are you still up for shopping in Birmingham on Tuesday?”

“Yes, absolutely. Anyway, come on, out with it.”

“Out with what?”

“How did it go with Lawan?”

“Very well, she’s good, I’ve booked her on a monthly basis like you.”

“And?”

“What?”

“Come on, stop pretending, you know what I want to know.”

Emma’s face started to go bright red.

“Come on, I can see it in your face, you’ve got something to confess to your Auntie Gina haven’t you? You found it arousing didn’t you?”

“More than that G,” said an embarrassed Emma, “she made me come.”

There was a stunned silence, then Gina’s eyes widened as she lifted her hand to her mouth.

“Fuck me Emma, you didn’t actually come in front of her?”

“I did, but she showed no sign that she knew what had happened, I tried to stifle it as much as possible but she must have realised. She’d talked in detail about zones of the feet being linked to various organs so she must know how to tap in to the sex organ, it seems inconceivable that she doesn’t.”

“Well, if she does know, it’s obvious that she’s deliberately trying to make us come… wow!”

“I know, I reached the same conclusion.”

“The sexy little minx, and you’re a lucky cow, I’ve only felt mild arousal in my pussy but she took you the whole way. She’s due to come to me next Saturday but I can hardly ask her if she deliberately made my friend come and, by the way, would she do the same for me?”

“What has your sister-in-law said about her?”

“Just that she feels pleasure ‘you know where’ as she put it but I’m sure she hasn’t had an orgasm either.”

“Does she know anyone else that has actually come.”

“She hasn’t said but she did say that Lawan seems to have quite a following amongst a certain type of reasonably affluent attractive women in the town.”

“That rules us out then,” laughed Emma.

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Compared to the chilly night air, the taxi was warm and comfortable for their short ride into town. They started off in a large, modern pub with a small dance floor. The pub was buzzing and the music was loud. The friends took their drinks to a table where they could watch the other customers come and go to the bar and the dance floor. They started with mojitos and continued their conversation about Lawan.

“I still can’t believe you came in front of Lawan, what was your orgasm like?”

“Well, it was intense, I felt completely at her mercy, I don’t know how long she could have kept me coming if she’d wanted to. It was a bit surreal though, a bit like I’d come by a remote control vibrator that she could turn on and off at will.”

“Wow, you lucky bitch.”

Emma pondered Gina’s reaction to her experience with Lawan, it wasn’t the first time she’d implied that an orgasm at the hands of a woman, however remote, was something to be enjoyed. Emma found this confusing but remained certain that her friend was straight and was merely being humorous and light hearted.

After another mojito they hit the dance floor and had great fun dancing with each other. Despite being a little older than most of the clientele they had a great time drinking and dancing for a couple of hours until Gina suggested that they go to the club across the road.

The nightclub was an assault on the senses with its colour changing dance floor, multiple lasers, CO2, confetti cannons and huge LED screens. The music throbbed and pulsed and they spent most of the three hours on the dance floor. They were befriended by a group of four women in their early twenties and had fun drinking and dancing with them; they both began to feel pleasantly tipsy.

At around one o’clock Emma came back from the toilet to find Gina dancing rauchily with a man who couldn’t have been a day over twenty. She felt a pang of jealousy as she watched her friend grinning at her dance partner and clearly enjoying herself. Eventually, Gina caught sight of her and said something to the young man, they exchanged a few words and Gina gestured in Emma’s direction then she came back to the table to sit with her.

“Oh that was weird, he asked me to go home with him but I said I was with my friend so he suggested that we both go home with him. Fat chance! So I said no thanks, then he asked for my phone number, the boy couldn’t take a hint.”

“He’s a bit young for a sophisticated woman like you G,” laughed a relieved Emma.

“Anyway, I’m with you and it would be rude to go off with someone else,” said Gina as she leaned across to squeeze Emma’s hand and playfully kiss her on the cheek.

“Ah that’s a sign of a true friend,” said Emma as she took hold of Gina’s hand. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Emma felt a surge of desire, partly sexual and partly just a deep longing. She had no idea that going home with her was the only thing on Gina’s mind whilst she was being propositioned by the young man. For her part, Gina had no idea how jealous Emma had become when she saw her dancing with him.

One of their new young girl friends broke the spell, “Okay, you two should get a room,” she laughed. They quickly let go of each other’s hands and joined in the laughter. Then Emma asked Gina, “Can we go now G? I’m getting too old for this.”

“I know, this place is open until four o’clock, I don’t think we’ll last the pace.”

They made their excuses to their new acquaintances and walked out together into the chilly night air. Emma phoned for a taxi and they cuddled into each other for warmth as they waited for it to arrive. By the time it did arrive, they were in a full embrace, breast to breast and pussy to pussy, trying to keep warm. Neither of them knew just how turned on the other had become. They held hands in the nice warm taxi back to Emma’s house, both thinking that it was a merely a platonic gesture on the part of their friend.

“That was a lovely night G, I really enjoyed it and your company.”

“Ah that’s nice Em, I loved being with you too. I think we might both be a little drunk though,” they both giggled.

“I’ll make some coffee, unless you want something stronger?”

“No, coffee’s fine, I need to sober up a bit otherwise the room will be spinning when I go to bed.”

They sat in the lounge drinking their coffee and sobering up a little but not enough to feel inhibited in any way.

“I’m impressed, you could have pulled that young fella if you’d wanted to.”

“God, he was such a cheeky boy, it makes you realise how old you’re getting. Anyway, I saw plenty of young men eyeing you up tonight.”

“But that’s the problem, they’re so young… You know we’re planning to go out again next Friday night?”

“Yes.”

“Well I think we should go somewhere a bit more grown up. There’s a new restaurant in town that I’ve heard good things about. We can have a nice meal then afterwards we can call in at the Lounge Bar, it’s been renovated and I’m told there’s a dance floor and the music is aimed more at our age group, I’d like to give them both a try, shall I book a table for us?”

“Yes, it sounds great, much more suitable for a couple of old dames like us,” laughed Gina.”

“You never know, there might be some men our age too.”

“As long as they don’t mind us dancing with our Zimmer frames.”

“It’ll give us somewhere to hang our handbags.” They both laughed as they sat side by side on the sofa.

“It’s just occurred to me, it’ll be like going out on a date together, just you and me at a table in a swish restaurant, I hope no one get’s the wrong idea,” said Gina with a salacious grin.

“Oh stop it you tease, we’ll have a great time and who cares if anyone thinks we’re lesbians.”

By now the two friends were leaning into each other so that their arms and thighs were in close contact.

“Talking of which, I still haven’t got my head around you coming in front of Lawan. What was it really like? Was it just her massage that made you come or did she turn you on a little bit? She is very attractive.”

“That’s for me to know and you to guess at.”

“Can you remember exactly what she was doing to your feet when you came?”

“I think so, more or less anyway.”

“Do it to me now.”

“What!”

“Come on, do it to me, let’s see if you’re any good at it.”

Gina pushed Emma off the sofa and manoeuvred her onto the floor to kneel in front of her. She kicked off her left stiletto and rested her foot on Emma’s lap. Both women were still uninhibited by the alcohol that they had consumed and they giggled again as Emma took Gina’s foot into her hands. She tried to remember exactly where Lawan had put pressure on her foot when she had made her come.

“How’s that? Can you feel anything?”

“Very relaxing but I think I need to remove my stocking so that you can do it properly.”

Gina raised the hem of her dress and started to fumble with a suspender clip. Emma felt a tingle in her pussy at the sight of the hills and valley of her friend’s swollen labia through the silk material of her panty gusset. Gina managed to undo the clip on the top of her thigh but struggled with the one by her hip.

“Come here sexy, you’re all fingers and thumbs,” said Emma as she unclipped Gina’s suspender strap and peeled her stocking off her long shapely leg, “let’s do the other one while we’re at it.”

Emma removed Gina’s other stocking and went to work on her bare feet, she tried to copy Lawan’s technique but didn’t really know what she was doing.

“Any better?”

“Mmm, it’s lovely, I think I can feel a slight tingle but no cigar I’m afraid, let me try it on you, we know you’ve already got there with Lawan’s magic touch.”

“Okay.”

Emma stood up and removed her hold ups while Gina giggled and said, “has anyone ever told you what lovely legs you’ve got?”

They both laughed, “That’s the worst chat up line I’ve ever heard.”

Still laughing, Emma sat on the sofa and a playful Gina squeezed her knees and tickled her feet.

“Stop it,” squirmed a ticklish Emma.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be serious.

Gina manipulated Emma’s feet but there was no magical sense of arousal.

“Try putting your thumb there and press here with you fingers. That’s it, ahh, ooh, that’s lovely. Mmm, it’s really nice, I think I’m going to come,” said Emma before making fake orgasm noises that turned into uncontrollable laughter. Gina’s head fell onto Emma’s thighs as she too dissolved into laughter. Then she joined Emma on the sofa again and the two friends embraced as their laughing fit subsided.

“That really was nice G but I’m too drunk to take it seriously, I think it’s time we went to bed.”

“Ooh, you’re such a saucy minx.”

“Not together you daft prat. You do realise that we, two straight women, have just tried to make each other come?”

“God yes, I know, when you put it like that it does sound rather ‘curious,’ but I think we’d both need to be blind drunk before that happened.”

After an awkward silence, where neither women knew how to follow Gina’s throw away remark, Emma said, “right then let’s go up, you know where everything is, I’ll see you in the morning, sleep tight.”

“Not too early Em, I need my beauty sleep.”

Emma lay in her bed with only one thing on her mind… Gina. She had fallen for her and she wanted her but she had no idea how to even begin to tell her how she felt and she was scared that, if she did, Gina might run a mile. Emma’s mind was racing and she found it difficult to get to sleep so she tiptoed downstairs in the dark for a glass of water. As she crept back upstairs to the landing, she could hear soft little moans coming from Gina’s room.

She moved silently over to Gina’s bedroom door, it was slightly ajar but it was so dark that she couldn’t see much. She could hear Gina’s soft moans and groans mixed with wet squelching sounds and it was obvious that she was masturbating. As she built to her climax, Gina tried to stifle the sound of her orgasm, she came making such soft, sweet, whimpering, sexy noises that pussy juice trickled into Emma’s panties as she stood listening in silence. She tiptoed back to bed and treated herself to a magnificent self induced orgasm as she imagined Gina’s tongue working its way around her pussy.

What Emma had no way of knowing was that she had been the subject of Gina’s orgasmic fantasy a few moments earlier. Gina had been touching herself lightly for a while as she too tried to allow sleep to overcome the joint stimulus of loud music and alcohol that was still making her head buzz. She thought of Emma and a swell of arousal washed through her pussy, it reminded her of the woman she had kissed years ago for the benefit of their boyfriends. She had wanted to carry on kissing the girl, their tongue’s had wrestled and they had pressed their pussies into the top of each other’s thighs as they made out vigorously in front of their audience.

She’d had that feeling again tonight as she embraced Emma in the cold whilst they waited for a taxi. Their breasts and pussies had pressed together, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world as they clung to each other, the connection between them was intense, Emma must have felt it too but neither of them had spoken about it after they had arrived back at Emma’s house.

Gina knew now more surely than ever that she loved and desired Emma. Yes, she loved her best friend, a thirty five year old mother of two, and she loved her passionately. She wanted her, she wanted to make love to her, she wanted to kiss every inch of her beautiful body and go down on her pussy. With these thoughts racing through her mind and her fingers fucking herself, she came intensely but as quietly as she could manage. She lay still in the afterglow of her orgasm, certain that object of her desire was unattainable and a tear rolled down the side of her face.

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Both women spent the next few days thinking longingly about each other. They had always been very fond of each other but now they were both completely smitten and each thought that the other had no idea how they felt. The sweet heartache of what they both thought was unrequited love left them feeling elated and sad in equal measure.

They looked forward to their shopping trip together on Tuesday. When it arrived, the weather had turned warm and Emma wore a long, tight fitting grey tube skirt with high heeled pink stilettos and a tight, low cut, pale pink crop top. The outfit showed off her curves in all of the right places. Gina wore a short white summer dress with high heels and looked as cool and elegant as ever, her tanned limbs contrasting with the white of her dress.

Emma drove them both to the station and they took the train to Birmingham. The morning was spent browsing in their favourite shops before a leisurely lunch where they chatted in a friendly, care free manner about anything and everything except love and desire. They stole longing looks at each other when the opportunity arose without the other one realising.

“So remind me again where we are going on Friday night,” said Gina.

“Oh yes, I’ve booked a table for us at eight o’clock at that restaurant I mentioned, then we’ll check out the Lounge Bar. You can stay over at mine again if you like?”

“Thanks Em, I’d love to, we had such a good time last Saturday night, it’s a shame we can’t do it every week.”

“I know, I’m so looking forward to the girls coming home this Saturday, I’ve really missed them and I wouldn’t change a thing but being a single parent does cramp your style a bit when it comes to partying,” said Emma with a rueful smile.

“You’re a wonderful mother to those girls. Do you think you’ll ever find someone to love you and the girls enough to want to be with you.”

“I don’t know, it doesn’t look likely at the moment.”

Gina reached across the table and placed her right hand on top of Emma’s left hand, they gave each other’s hands a tight squeeze.

Without thinking, Emma said, “If only I could find someone as lovely and thoughtful as you.”

“Single men like that are few and far between,” said Gina.

“Oh I don’t know Gina, perhaps it doesn’t have to be a man.”

There was an awkward silence as they released their grip on each other’s hands. Both women looked uncomfortable at Emma’s remark. She’d said it without thinking and couldn’t think of what to say to rescue the situation. They both avoided eye contact as they picked up their handbags and paid the bill.

Eventually, Gina broke the tension between them, “Come on Em, let’s have another look at Selfridges, I saw a skirt that I liked earlier and I want to try it on.”

As they made their way to the store, Emma chastised herself for making such a stupid remark, she thought that she had perhaps meant it to sound humorously ironic but she was worried that it had come out as an attempt to lure and entice. She was anxious that she might have made Gina feel uncomfortable and wanted to kick herself for almost coming on to her best friend who she was sure had no romantic interest in her at all.

Gina’s pulse had quickened at the remark, she’d fantasised a lot recently about living with Emma and her girls but it had shocked her just now when Emma had almost suggested it outright. She couldn’t have meant it, she must surely have just been thinking out loud about a lack of suitable men. Yes, that was it, Emma was just making an ironic remark about her situation. Apart from her orgasm during Lawan’s foot massage, where she’d not been in control of events, she’d shown no sign whatsoever that she had a sexual interest in women in general, or her in particular.

They both pushed such thoughts from their minds and set about the serious business of clothes shopping. Gina found the skirt that she liked and Emma spotted a tight but well cut black dress in her size that had been marked down in price. They both went off to the fitting rooms feeling optimistic about their proposed purchases.

They found two cubicles side by side and tried on their outfits. Emma admired herself in the fitting room mirrors, it was a very classy long sleeved, knee length wiggle dress that clung to her in all of the right places. She wanted to show Gina and pretend to ask her opinion when in fact, she just wanted to flaunt herself to her friend. Gina called to her from the next cubicle.

“Have you got the dress on Em?”

“Yes, can I show you?”

“Yes, then you can tell me what you think about this skirt.”

Gina had removed her dress and put on the beautifully cut, tight black pencil skirt that clung to her buttocks before following their lovely curves then swathing her thighs and narrowing around her knees so that she could only walk with small mincing steps. She knew she looked incredibly sexy but she also wanted to show off to her friend.

Emma drew back the curtain and entered Gina’s cubicle, the two women were almost overcome with desire at the sight of each other. Gina leaned close to Emma and closed the curtain, Emma breathed in her perfume. Gina stepped back and stood there in the skirt, her high heels and her bra. Emma’s pussy spasmed and a trickle of juice seeped into her panties. Gina feasted her eyes on Emma and fought hard with herself to resist the overwhelming temptation to push her against the cubicle wall and ravish her.

“Fuck me Emma,…you look so fucking hot, you’ll have no trouble turning heads in that dress, wow.”

“You don’t look too shabby yourself, God, what I’d give for a figure like yours.”

“Nonsense, you’ve got a beautiful body.”

They stood just a couple of feet apart gazing at each other’s bodies, then their eyes met again and there was a long pause before Emma decided impulsively to kiss Gina. She was just about to close in on Gina’s lips when a voice called out, “How are you ladies getting on?”

The spell was broken, Emma backed off quickly and Gina called out in reply, “Oh er, yes, good thanks, I love the skirt and my friend likes the dress.”

“Good, I’ll leave you to get sorted then.”

Emma hurried back to her own cubicle to change back into her skirt and top while Gina changed back into her summer dress. They met outside the fitting rooms, Gina couldn’t help noticing that Emma’s nipples stood out hard and erect in relief through the material of her tight pale pink top. She could have sworn that Emma had been about to kiss her but convinced herself that she was mistaken.

On the way to the tills, Gina picked up a pair of seven denier neutral stockings from the lingerie section. It gave Emma a thrill to watch her pick them up casually and carry them to the till with her new skirt in the knowledge that, the next time she saw Gina, the stockings would probably be clipped to a suspender belt underneath the skirt.

On the train back to town, they discussed plans for Friday night and their conversation once again sailed close to outright desire for each other.

“I hope you’re wearing that dress on Friday night, you looked so good in it.”

“Definitely, and you must wear your new skirt with that translucent white blouse that you’ve got… and those stockings that you picked up today.”

“Mmm, yes, I think I might,” said Gina with a teasing nonchalance, “but if I’m wearing stockings, you are too,” she added.

“It’s a deal, we’ll be irresistible, the men will be falling over themselves to ask us out.”

“Not if I get to you first.”

Emma laughed, “Oh you’re such a flirt.”

“I know but you love it really.”

Their mutual flirting emboldened Emma. She decided to take things one step further and ask Gina if she’d ever been with a woman, as she started to form the words in her mouth, a colleague from school walked through the carriage on her way to the toilet.

“Gina, you don’t have to answer this and it’s none of my business really but…”

“Hi girls, fancy bumping into you two, been shopping?”

“Oh Hi Mandy, yes we’ve started the holidays how we mean to go on, wine, food and shopping, how about you?” asked Emma.

“I wish I’d been with you two instead of my mother, she’s driven me mad today, she’s not short of a penny or two but we’ve had to look for bargains in all of the cheapest shops.”

“Oh dear Mandy,” said Gina, “that must have been challenging for a woman of your expensive tastes.”

“Aren’t you going on holiday with her soon?” asked Emma.

“Yes, next week, I’ll need a holiday when we get back.”

Mandy blew kisses at them and made her way to the toilet.

“I can’t imagine clothes shopping with my mother, anyway, what were you going to ask me before Mandy interrupted?”

The moment had gone and Emma now realised that it wasn’t the right time or setting to ask about what was on her mind so she quickly invented a another question, “Oh, yes, I was wondering what you thought of Jake, the new classroom assistant in year five?”

“Why, are you keen on him?”

“No, no I just thought he might… no, he’s not your type is he?”

“God no, and I’m glad he’s not yours either. Don’t ever apply to work on Cupid’s team, you’d be out on your ear in five minutes.”

Emma laughed, relieved that she had avoided the embarrassing question that she had rather foolishly originally intended to ask. They avoided intimate topics for the rest of the journey and Emma dropped Gina off at home. Before opening the car door, Gina leaned over to give Emma an affectionate kiss on her cheek but Emma turned her head to look in her driving mirror at a car approaching from behind. Gina’s lips brushed her ear and she felt a pulse of pleasure travel down her spine to her pussy.

“Oh sorry G, that must have seemed rude,” said Emma as she leaned over to kiss Gina goodbye. This time their lips met and stayed in contact for a split second longer than necessary. It was the first time that they had kissed each other on the lips rather than their cheeks. The driver behind sounded her horn so Gina quickly got out of the passenger seat and made an apologetic gesture to the impatient driver whilst Emma called after her,” see you at seven thirty on Friday.”

“Can’t wait,” shouted Gina as Emma pulled away.

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Seven thirty on Friday saw Emma putting the finishing touches to her dark bobbed hair in the hallway mirror and waiting for her friend to arrive. It had been three days since she’d waved goodbye to Gina after their shopping trip and she hadn’t been out of Emma’s thoughts for a moment. She couldn’t wait to show herself off and to see how the object of her desires looked in her new skirt. Her stocking clad inner thighs felt a tingle of anticipation that reached her pussy and dampened the gusset of her black panties.

The knowledge that Gina was undoubtedly straight and had no romantic interest in her failed to diminish Emma’s ardour. On the other hand, there was just a sliver of doubt in Emma’s mind. They had spend many hours together in the past week and their friendship seemed to have become deeper and more complicated. Emma had pondered whether their frequent flirting had been more serious than either of them dared to admit. They had also found plenty of excuses for physical contact with each other.

It seemed that they had not spurned a single opportunity to touch each other in some way or another. Hands had been held and squeezed, feet had been massaged, arms had been caressed, waists had been cuddled, buttocks had been fondled and stroked in supposed jest and cheeks and lips had been kissed. Emma sighed as she recalled the sensuous embrace they had sustained in the cold night air outside the nightclub on the previous Saturday when their breasts and pussies had pressed together.

She resolved that at some point in the evening, she would steer the conversation around to how they felt about each other. She needed to do so in a non-threatening way that would also not make it necessary for her to declare her hand if, as she felt it was almost certain, Gina didn’t share her love and desire.

Gina was late but it didn’t matter, the taxi wasn’t due to arrive for fifteen minutes yet. She had managed to ladder her new seven denier stockings and had to search through her lingerie drawer to find a pair of ten denier barely black stockings that she’d bought ages ago and never taken out of their packet. The seams and reinforced heels and toes gave her a vampish look. She paired the stockings with black stilettos and a white suspender belt, panties and bra. The bra was beautifully decorated with lace patterns and this was important because it would be visible through her translucent white blouse.

She stepped into her new black pencil skirt and zipped it up before making her way careful down stairs in the tight restricting material. She drove to Emma’s house with her mind full of anticipation, she was desperate that Emma should tell her how good she looked, every item that she wore, she wore for Emma and she wanted to be admired by her. It was the next best thing to being told by Emma that she wanted her which, she thought, was never going to happen.

She glanced down at her thighs and saw the outline of her suspender clips, they were not too obvious but they were there all the same. She wanted Emma to notice them and flirt with her. She felt a little foolish that she had, for the first time in her life, dressed for sex with another woman and it wasn’t going to happen. All of the flirting and physical closeness of the past week had led to nothing, just being near Emma would have to be enough. She imagined how Emma would look in her wiggle dress and heels. She hoped that she’d remembered to wear stockings like she had promised on the train, at least that would feed her masturbation fantasies for the foreseeable future.

Gina parked on Emma’s driveway and took small sexy steps to her front door, before she could ring the bell, it opened to reveal Emma looking devastatingly beautiful and sexy in her black wiggle dress and heels. Gina’s pussy almost burst with desire, Emma couldn’t hide her obvious arousal at seeing Gina in her very tight skirt and translucent blouse. Her firm breasts snuggled inside her pretty bra, it was enough to make her pussy spasm and her pulse quicken.

“Wow! Come in you gorgeous woman, you look fabulous, I love you in that blouse and skirt,” gushed Emma.

“We’ll look who’s talking, you look sensational in that dress, honestly, you look so desirable… I might be crossing a line here but you look so fuckable.”

“Well thank you G, I’ll take that as a compliment coming from someone as sexy as you.”

Their mutual flirting was brought to an end by the taxi turning up at that moment.

“Tell the driver I’ll only be a minute, I’ve just got to get my handbag.”

They held hands as they sat in the back of the taxi on the way to the restaurant. Emma let the back of her hand brush the suspender clip on the top of Gina’s right thigh. The driver started a long radio discussion about his next fare so he couldn’t hear their conversation.

“What happened to the ones you bought in Selfridges?”

“I laddered them, that’s why I was late.”

“Well you’ll attract a lot of attention wearing these, they’re so sexy. Here, just so you know I keep my promises,” said Emma as she planted Gina’s right hand on the suspender clip on top of her left thigh. Gina gave it a squeeze, “Mmm, do you think the driver knows that he’s got two women fondling each other’s thighs in the back seat?”

They both laughed but continued to hold hands like brand new lovers. Gina turned and looked at Emma, the love and desire for her friend shone from her eyes, Emma’s face flushed in response to Gina’s amorous glance and her pussy tingled again. Both women felt embarrassed and looked away, the taxi pulled up outside the restaurant. They got out of the back seat as elegantly as they could in their tight attire. Gina had to slide across the back seat to get out onto the pavement and showed plenty of sexy stocking clad leg, a sight not missed by a group of four men walking by.

Murmurs of approval and other compliments followed them to the restaurant entrance. Once inside they were shown to their table. It was well positioned with good views of the other diners but also private enough for them not to need to lower their voices. They both chose a cocktail and glanced at the menus as they talked.

“This is really nice Em, well done.”

“It is isn’t it, I love the decor.”

“People seem to be quite well dressed, there’s not a baseball cap in sight.”

“Oh I hate that too, it’s so rude and vulgar.”

“Are you looking forward to the girls coming home tomorrow?”

“Oh God yes, I really miss them now, I spoke to them earlier and they’ve had a great time but they’re ready for home. It’s been so lovely to hang around with you though, I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”

“Me too, you’re such a sweetheart and a lovely mum, I bet they’ll be really glad to see you. I’ve enjoyed it too, being with you has been so special,” said Gina as she reached for Emma’s hand.

“You know I’m very fond of you don’t you?” said Emma.

“The feeling’s mutual, I feel so close to you.”

The waitress came to take their order and they asked for a few more minutes to decide on what they wanted. They both opted for a main course and a pudding and they ordered a bottle of Burgundy. They talked about what made them laugh, they discussed books and films that they liked and their favourite foods. They told funny stories about embarrassing things that had happened to them in restaurants. Then their conversation took a more intimate turn and they both listed what they liked about each other.

Emma deliberately steered the conversation to their sexual experiences and they amused and astounded each other with their sexual escapades with men they had slept with. They confessed things to each other that they hadn’t told to anyone else. Gina confessed to her ‘Tinder’ years and described how she had once been fucked in the men’s toilets of a local pub. Then she made Emma laugh as she described a disastrous date where she had ‘escaped’ through restaurant kitchens and out of the back door so that she wouldn’t have to set eyes on the man again.

Emma told Gina about the two university tutors that she had slept with and how she’d lost her virginity to the lead singer of an almost famous local band. The bottle of wine was almost finished so they ordered another large glass each with their desserts. As they waited for their sweets to arrive, Emma took a gamble and ventured onto new territory.

“G, I hope you don’t mind me asking but have you ever been with a woman?”

“You don’t take any prisoners do you?”

“Look, you don’t have to answer, I just… ”

“Sort of, not for full sex or anything like that but I’ve ‘kissed a girl’ as they say. Well, several actually. I had a boyfriend once that liked me to kiss his mates’ girlfriends, you know, put on a show for them. We’d have to have had a few drinks first but, yeah, I did that a few times when I was younger.”

Emma’s heart rate quickened, she was turned on at the thought of Gina kissing another woman, she probed further.

“What was it like?”

“Mostly like a drunken snog that left us both feeling embarrassed but pretending not to be.”

“Mostly you say?”

“Well yes, there was one girl that I kissed a couple of times… I’m not sure I should be telling you this though.”

“Please tell me, you’re got me all curious and a little turned on now and I wouldn’t dream of repeating it to anyone else, you know you can trust me.”

Gina felt a twinge in her pussy at the thought of turning Emma on, the wine had made her feel uninhibited and she decided to tell all.

“I kissed her twice, once in a pub and once at someone’s house during a New Years Eve party; 2010 I think. Anyway, it was so arousing, at the party someone drew a curtain over us as we were kissing, it was so erotic, she slipped her hand up my short dress and inside the top of my panties. Her fingers were wrapped in my pubic hair and we were kissing so hungrily when someone tried to open the curtain again. I was terrified that I’d be seen with her fingers in my panties so I pulled hard at the curtain to stop it being opened and I managed to yank the pole and curtain down on our heads.

That was the end of that but I’d been so turned on I wanted more so I went looking for her, she told me that she’d only fuck me if her boyfriend could join in so I said no. It was one thing going behind my boyfriend’s back with a woman but I drew a line at fucking one of his mates as well.”

“Wow, and you’ve never ‘indulged’ since?”

“No but I do sometimes I fantasise about her when I’m… you know, enjoying a little me time. Anyway, this isn’t fair, before I start telling you about my fantasies, I want to know why you asked me if I’d been with a woman and what little secrets you’re hiding?”

“How do you know I’m hiding any secrets?”

“Well you must have had a reason for asking me, what were you hoping for?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be disgusted and tell me to mind my own business.”

“And?”

“Well if you must know, I was hoping that you wouldn’t find the idea completely repulsive.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve slept with a woman and it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Emma felt slightly foolish, she’d been trying to tease out Gina’s sexual history and now she’d laid herself bare. Gina couldn’t hide her obvious arousal.

There was a silence before Gina said, “You can’t leave me hanging like that, tell me.”

It occurred to them both that they were now talking in the most intimate terms about making love to a woman and they were both eager to take the discussion further. The undercurrent of the conversation was the emerging acknowledgment of their sexual desire for each other.

Emma could feel a dampness in her panty gusset and a thrill in her pussy as she started to describe her night of passion with the female student that she had slept with. Their knees touched under the table and Gina’s mind raced with possibilities, her pussy was wet too and she squeezed her pelvic floor muscles whilst imagining that Emma’s fingers were inside her.

“I was at a loose end in the student bar, my ‘gang’ had gone off to a party but I knew that an ex-boyfriend would be there so I gave it a miss. Fleur, that was her name, started talking to me and we hit it off. She bought me a drink and seemed very interested in me, I suppose I was flattered. I’d seen her with other women so I knew she was a lesbian. We’d had a bit to drink but I wasn’t drunk by any means, she walked me back to the accommodation block and she invited me into her room.”

“Well no, that’s not quite true, she was attractive and very seductive and I’d already made up my mind to let her have me if she made a move on me. I wanted to know what it felt like to make love to a woman. As it happened, she had just said goodnight at the door to her room and I felt rejected so I blurted out, ‘don’t you want me to come in?’ I realise now that she was testing me. She said, ‘you know what will happen if you do?’ I did, and it did. My God Gina, the things she did to me with her tongue, I’ve never had sex like it before or since but afterwards I was scared about what it all meant and threw myself into a relationship with my ex husband as a way of convincing myself that I was straight.”

“And are you straight” asked Gina, their knees still pressing together.

“The longer I’m with you, the less so.”

They looked at each other for an age, mutual desire written on their faces. Gina reached her hand across the table and Emma took it tenderly into her hand.

“Gina I… ”

“No need for explanations now, let’s pay up here and go to the Lounge Bar, I still want to dance with you before we go back to your place.”

They paid the bill and walked arm in arm to the Lounge Bar. They turned heads as they made their way to the bar and found a cosy table in an alcove. Gina went to get drinks while Emma sat watching her looking so sexy in her tight skirt, stilettos and translucent blouse. The eyes of almost everyone in the room were on her as she swayed sexily back to where Emma was sitting.

Emma felt elated, their love and desire had remained unspoken for so long but there was no doubt in her mind now that she would take Gina into her bed tonight. Gina had never felt so turned on by anyone, she hoped the bar would play slow dance music so that she could get Emma into an intimate embrace on the dance floor. She wanted desperately to kiss her best friend and cement their soon to be new status as lovers. Then she wanted to push her against a wall and ravish her.

They talked intimately, the loud music giving them an excuse to brush each other’s ears with their lips as they tried to make themselves heard. Emma stroked the back of her left hand across Gina’s erect right nipple from time to time and Gina rested her right hand on Emma’s left thigh, playing sensually with her suspender strap and clip. Gina looked to see if anyone was watching and then leaned in to kiss Emma very softly and tenderly on the lips.

Eventually, the music tempo slowed down and Gina took Emma by the hand and led her to the dance floor. They danced close together feeling a little self conscious at first but there were still enough couples on the dance floor to prevent them looking conspicuous. Emboldened by them, another couple of women took to the floor and danced close together.

Emma had her left hand in the middle of Gina’s back, her right hand was in the small of her back and she let it fall to caress her left buttock and then pulled her in gently. Gina had both hands on Emma’s shoulders and she dropped her right hand to Emma’s left hip and pulled the top of her thigh into contact with her pussy. They swayed slowly to the music, no one else mattered, they were alone in their own world of mutual desire.

They danced to three long slow numbers, kissing each other’s ears and caressing each other’s buttocks, waists and shoulders. From time to time, they brushed each other’s hard nipples and ran their fingernails along the back of each other’s necks, sending shivers down their spines.

At the end of the third sultry ballad, Gina whispered into Emma’s ear, “Take me home now please.”

They picked up their handbags and Emma phoned for a taxi. While they waited outside the Lounge Bar, they repeated their embrace from the previous Saturday even though it wasn’t particularly cold.

“Are you nervous?” asked Emma.

“A little, but I want this so much.”

“It feels so right though doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it seems now as though this was always meant to happen between us but I was convinced that you didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about you.”