“It’s good of you to come with her,” he said, smiling at Ginevra. “Mom’s not looking too good these days. I think it’ll be rough on Helen.”
“Of course,” said Ginevra. “This isn’t something you’d want to do alone,” she added.
“How do you two know each other?” Johnny asked, clearly trying to fill the silence.
Ginevra smiled. “Through…work, you could say.”
Johnny nodded. “And you’re really not her girlfriend? You would be just her type.”
Ginevra shook her head. “We’re taking things slow,” she said evasively.
“I knew it,” said Johnny.
“Have you met others? Girlfriends, I mean. Only she says your family…isn’t close.”
Johnny chuckled dryly in a way that reminded Ginevra strongly of his sister. “Our dad’s being a dick about it and our older brother Tom is taking his cues from Dad because of the inheritance, but let’s be real. This is 21st century California, not the damn middle Ages. My dad needs to wake up.”
Ginevra nodded. “At least she has you, then.”
Johnny nodded. “I’m working on Dad. He’ll come around eventually. It’d be easier if Tom would help. He and Dad are like two peas in a pod. Dad listens to him. Dad’s very easy to manipulate, to be honest. You just have to get the right person to do the manipulating.”
“Like Governor Young?”
Johnny snorted. “Yeah, sure. Dad loves him. If Governor Young suddenly showed up telling Dad how amazing Helen is, Dad would take her back in a heartbeat. If only.”
Ginevra nodded, looking back at room 203. “If only.”
Just as Ginevra checked her watch, Helen reappeared. Ginevra got to her feet, crossing the waiting room in three long strides. Helen had clearly been crying. Without a word, Ginevra put her arms around the other woman and Helen leaned into her shoulder gratefully, one hand resting on the bare skin of Ginevra’s neck.
“You okay?” Johnny asked, joining them.
Helen nodded. “Thank you,” she whispered to her brother. He smiled and brushed her cheek with his thumb.
“We’ll sort this out, Sis,” he said. “Don’t worry.”
Helen nodded again but without much hope. “I need to get back to work,” she said. “I shouldn’t have left as it was.”
“Don’t worry. I’m staying with her until Dad gets back,” Johnny smiled. “It was nice to meet you, Ginevra.”
“You too,” said Ginevra as she led Helen out, her arm around the other woman’s waist.
Back in the car, Helen sat in the driver’s seat and pressed her eyes tightly shut. “Thank you for coming with me,” she said. “She’s very different. So…small.”
Ginevra nodded. “But she was happy to see you?”
Helen smiled, sniffing back tears. “Yes,” she said. “You were right. It was worth it.”
“Good. Now let’s get you back to work.”
Helen nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’d ask if you wanted to go out for a drink tonight but I think I’d probably just end up crying on you again.”
“I don’t mind,” said Ginevra. “Other than your constant crying, you’re pretty good company.”
Helen laughed and reversed out of the parking space. “Oh gee, thanks.”
Leaning back in her seat, Ginevra smiled, watching the other woman as she drove them back home.
Chapter 5
They went for drinks that night and Helen did cry – a mixture of happiness at having finally seen her mother and grief at seeing her so sick. Ginevra hugged her and told her to let it out and bought them hazelnut-chocolate torte for dessert. Satiated by the chocolate, they came back to the resort and walked along its secluded beach, enjoying the crash of the surf and the far-off stars. They talked the entire time – not only because they found each other fascinating, but also because it kept them from ripping the other’s clothes off on the spot.
“Let’s sit,” said Helen eventually, straddling a wooden deck chair, and patting the space in front of her. “I owe you an appointment, after all. Want a massage?”
“What kind of question is that?” Ginevra replied, happily settling in between Helen’s legs. “Of course!”
Helen chuckled, running her thumbs across the back of Ginevra’s neck while the other woman hummed appreciatively. While Helen worked at her muscles, Ginevra looked out at the dark horizon, gathering up her courage to broach the topic she’d been mulling since their visit to the hospital.
“I’ve had a thought,” Ginevra finally said as Helen’s fingers ran along her spine.
“Oh yes?”
“Yes. About your father.”
Helen’s fingers paused momentarily before resuming their kneading. “What about him?”
“Your brother said something about how you father is…easily influenced…by those he respects. And I…I know Governor Young. I helped him get elected. He and his wife are good people. I was thinking that, if you wanted, I could ask him to come by and visit your mother in hospital. To say thanks to your parents for being such loyal constituents. And to casually drop into conversation how lucky your father is to have such a talented daughter and maybe drop a few hints about his thoughts on homosexuality.”
“And what are his thoughts?”
“Very…liberal,” Ginevra managed as Helen did something particularly nice along her ribs, her finger tips just brushing the smooth skin of Ginevra’s breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. “God, that feels amazing,” she said.
Helen chuckled, her fingers moving back up to Ginevra’s shoulders.
“Well?” Ginevra asked, after enjoying the massage for a moment. “What do you think? I’ll give him talking points and everything. We’ll make it sound very off the cuff. But you’ll father will know that the Governor is visiting because of you. Peter – Governor Young – is great at…massaging…people, as it were. He’s just as charming in person as he is on the podium.”
“Do you really think he would do that?” Helen whispered.
Ginevra nodded. “Yes,” she replied. “He knows who got him elected. He owes me.”
“That would be amazing,” said Helen and she leaned over, planting an open-mouthed kiss on Ginevra’s shoulder.
“I’ll call him tomorrow morning then,” said Ginevra, trying not to moan as Helen worked her lower back.
“Thank you,” said Helen.
**
Governor Young was all for the idea of a PR outing to visit some local cancer patients and Ginevra soon had the whole trip planned.
“This is for a friend of yours?” Governor Young asked as she handed him his talking points. “She must be one special lady if she’s got Ginevra Sachs rolling out gubernatorial visits for her.”
Ginevra smiled secretively. “She is,” she replied. “And thanks again for doing this, Peter.”
“Don’t mention it. After the work you did on my campaign I owe you!” The man smiled, his blue eyes bright against his tanned skin.
Two days later, when he and his wife showed up in the cancer ward where Helen’s mother was living, Mr. Cho nearly fainted with joy. When he heard that his favourite politician had made the trip especially to visit him and his wife, he actually did grab hold of Johnny’s arm to keep himself upright.
“This is such an honour, Governor Young,” he stammered. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Oh, don’t thank me!” the Governor beamed. “When your daughter explained to me all the hard work you and wife had done volunteering for my last election campaign, and what loyal supporters you are, I couldn’t miss this opportunity to say thank you in person. It’s the least I could do.”
“My…my daughter?” Helen’s father frowned.
“Yes, Helen, isn’t it, Mr. Cho? Lucky man you are, having a doctor like that in the family. You know, I used to get acupuncture regularly for my digestion when I first went into politics. I was so stressed all the time I could barely eat. It was the only thing that helped! I h
ave great respect for Chinese medicine. It’s that sort of mixing of cultures that really makes America great, if you ask me.”
“I...yes,” said Helen’s father. “Yes, of course.”
“Now, may we say hello to your wife? How is she feeling today? My Cecilia has brought some flowers…” he gestured to his wife, who was smiling and holding an enormous bouquet in her arms. Behind her, Ginevra and Helen stood quietly back from the group, watching the drama.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have…” Mr. Cho floundered, catching sight of his estranged daughter.
“She’s feeling pretty good today, Governor,” Johnny said, taking charge of the situation. “Why don’t we go on in?”
As the Governor, his wife, Mr. Cho, and Johnny filed into room 203, Mr. Cho glanced back at his daughter again just before the door closed. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
“I’ve got to go, I’m afraid,” Ginevra said after they’d disappeared. “My time at Bon Esprit is nearly up. I need to be out of the room in another few hours.”
Helen nodded. “Do you need a lift?”
Ginevra shook her head. “You stay here. My beautiful assistant has already organised a driver.”
“Ah yes,” Helen nodded, “Sam the Wise.”
“Something like that,” Ginevra smiled.
Helen caught her arm as she turned to go. “Thank you, Gina,” she said and kissed her.
“Dinner tonight?” Gina asked a little breathlessly when they broke apart.
Helen nodded. “You couldn’t keep me away.”
**
That evening, Gina had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at her hotel room door. Wrapping herself in one of the hotel’s fluffy housecoats, she went to answer it.
“Hello,” Helen grinned. “I brought you a present,” she said, drawing an enormous bottle of champagne from her purse.
“Are you suggesting we get drunk in my hotel room like sorority girls?” Ginevra replied, arching an eyebrow.
Helen chuckled. “Actually, I’m suggesting we get pleasantly tipsy, have amazing sex, then go for dinner because we’ll be starving, get wonderfully drunk while we’re at it, then come back here, and have sex again.”
“God, I thought you’d never ask,” said Ginevra, pulling Helen into her room and bringing the other woman into a long, greedy kiss as she did so. Clumsily, Helen stood the champagne on the dresser next to the door, kicking the door shut as she let Ginevra drag her to the bed.
Ginevra hit the bed and sat, smiling up at Helen. Reaching between them, Helen yanked open Ginevra’s housecoat, revealing her still wet breasts. Helen groaned. “I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” she said and sank to her knees, cupping Ginevra’s breasts in her hands and pushing together so that she could nuzzle between them, covering Ginevra’s dark skin with warm, open-mouthed kisses. Ginevra sighed, letting her head fall back as she tangled her fingers in Helen’s hair and the doctor swirled her tongue around Ginevra’s eager nipples.
“Come here,” said Ginevra huskily after a moment, tugging Helen up. The other woman rose, pulling her shirt over her head while Ginevra undid her fly. Stepping out of her jeans and panties, Helen let Ginevra guide her onto her lap, gasping a little as the other woman grabbed her ass, using it to bring their bodies flush so that she could take Helen’s breasts into her mouth. Roughly, Ginevra licked them with the flat of her tongue, flicking Helen’s dark nipples until they hardened and she could suck on them, her mouth hot and wet and needy. Helen moaned, grinding her hips into Ginevra, burying her hands deep in her tight curls while she arched her back, willing Ginevra to take more of her into her mouth.
While her mouth worked on Helen’s tits, Ginevra spread the cheeks her ass wide so that she could run her fingers along her slick pussy and the tender nerves of her anus. Stroking Helen’s sensitive folds, Ginevra was careful not to do anything but tease. She smiled to feel Helen desperately trying to find purchase on Ginevra’s elusive fingers.
“Oh God,” Helen groaned as Ginevra teased her clit. “Would you just fuck me already?”
“Patience is a virtue,” Ginevra admonished, dipping one finger into Helen’s pussy. Inside, Helen was dripping wet and her desperate walls tightened on Ginevra’s fingertip immediately, only to have her pull it back out.
“I’ve been patient all week,” Helen responded and kissed Ginevra passionately, taking her lower lip in her teeth. Before Ginevra could react, Helen had slid off her lap and between her legs, spreading them so that she could get a good view of Ginerva’s glistening pussy. “Mmm,” Helen moaned appreciatively, licking her lips. She didn’t waste any time.
Dipping her head forward, she licked Ginevra from bottom to top, while the other woman shuddered at the sudden pleasure. With one hand, Helen spread Ginevra wide open, bringing her tongue slowly back down, easing it between her labia, sucking and licking every inch of Ginevra’s slick, swollen lips. Sitting like this Ginevra could see nearly everything and the sight of Helen eating her out so hungrily turned her on more than she thought possible.
Helen glanced up, catching Ginevra’s eye. She smiled wickedly and swirled her tongue around two fingers before sliding them fully into the other woman. Ginevra moaned, her hands tightening in Helen’s hair. Pumping deep with her fingers, Helen got to her feet, climbing up to straddle Ginevra again, her fingers slowly gaining speed. Back in Ginevra’s lap, Helen locked eyes with her lover as she began to rub herself against the same hand that she was using to fuck Ginevra, her hips rocking in time to her thrusts.
Never breaking eye contact, Ginevra reached down again, kneading Helen’s ass and thighs. Once she had the other woman’s ass tight in her hands, she began to work in time with Helen’s thrusts, bringing the other woman down harder against her own hand. Helen moaned at the increased pressure, her breath coming in gasps.
Ginevra felt herself begin to climax and turned, flipping Helen down onto the bed.
“Wha—”
“Not yet,” Ginevra said, ignoring her own body’s protests and straddling Helen backwards so that she could lean down and bury her face in the other woman’s pussy. Helen’s response was instantaneous and loud and Ginevra smacked her stomach lightly to keep her from screaming. In response, Helen grabbed Ginevra’s hips and dragged her ass backwards until she could get her mouth on pussy as well.
Helen loved Ginevra’s generous ass and took a minute knead her dark flesh between her fingers before leaning forward and licking her from clit to anus. Ginevra groaned around Helen, her mouth full of the other woman’s clit. They turned sideways on the bed, giving each other better access as they began to work in rhythm.
Ginevra explored every inch of Helen’s pussy, smearing the other woman’s salty juices everywhere as she nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh, ran her tongue in the delicate creases where her thighs met her body, and licked her sensitive taint before working her way back to her swollen clit. Taking Helen’s clit gently between her lips, Ginevra began to flick it with the tip of her tongue as she slid two fingers into Helen’s waiting pussy and began stroking her g-spot. Her pace grew faster and more frantic as Helen’s fingers went to work on her and Ginevra felt the walls of her own pussy begin to tighten.
Helen had started with Ginevra’s ass, nuzzling between her soft cheeks in order to run her wet tongue in circles around the tightly wound nerves of her anus while she fondled her thighs and cheeks and listened to Ginevra moan into her own pussy in response. Ginevra’s tongue was making her feel delirious and Helen did her best to concentrate, wanting to make Ginevra come before she did.
Tilting her head, Helen licked Ginevra’s glistening entrance, dipping her little finger inside, teasing Ginevra’s g-spot before drawing it back out and inserting her pointer finger, then her middle finger - removing each of them before Ginevra’s walls could clamp down on them. Ginevra moaned, sucking harder on Helen’s clit, wanting release. Slowly, Helen slid her slick pinky into Ginevra’s anus, letting the other woman adjust.
When she was certain Ginevra wasn’t in pain, she thrust two other fingers into her pussy and began to pump, slowly at first and then faster as Ginevra began to moan and buck her hips against Helen’s hand. As she pumped, Helen brought her mouth down around Ginevra’s clit, licking frantically as both women began to climax, their slick, sweating bodies jack-knifing against each other as they moaned into each other’s skin, their orgasms drowning them in wave after wave of pleasure.
Finally, with a moan that bordered on a scream, Ginevra’s orgasm came to a final, shuddering end, her pussy tightening one last time around Helen’s fingers. Feeling Ginevra’s juices on her lips, the doctor finally let herself go, moaning and gasping as the last of her orgasm rocked through her body.
On weak arms, Ginevra sat up, looking down at where Helen lay between her wet thighs. “We forgot about the champagne,” she said hoarsely.
Helen giggled, kissing Ginevra’s inner thigh. “And you might need another shower before we go to dinner.”
Ginevra eyed the sticky mess they’d made of the bed and nodded. “New plan,” she said, stroking Helen’s thigh. “Shower, champagne, dinner, sex.”
“I like it,” said Helen, sitting up as well.
With a soft smile, Ginevra leaned forward, taking Helen’s face in her hands and kissing her gently. “How was the hospital?” she asked.
Helen beamed. “It was perfect,” she said. “My dad…he said I should come by for dinner tomorrow. Apparently it’s movie night at the hospital.”
“I’m so glad,” said Ginevra, pushing Helen’s stiff hair off her face.
“It’s all because of you,” said Helen, brushing her thumb across Ginevra’s cheek. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Well,” said Ginevra, looking down at their naked bodies, “I can think of a few ways.”
Helen threw her head back and laughed. “First the shower!” she said and Ginevra smiled. Together, they got up and headed for the bathroom.
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