No Boys Allowed

by Lucy Felthouse

  Grinning, she shifted down Kacey’s body, kissing and sucking random patches of flushed skin as she went. Once she was where she wanted to be, between the brunette’s legs, she began to tease and torment her. She ran her tongue over the soft, delicate skin of her inner thighs, throwing in the occasional nibble, and smirking as she heard grunts and groans escaping from the back of Kacey’s throat, only muffled slightly by the materials of the pillow.

  She pulled her hand from Kacey’s pussy, resulting in a very displeased sound from her lover. However, she soon quietened when Leigh placed her hands on the areas she’d just been teasing and pushed her thighs open wide, exposing her juicy cunt. She enjoyed the beautiful sight for a few long seconds, before diving in and starting to lick the brunette’s splayed pussy like it was going out of fashion.

  She ran her tongue from Kacey’s perineum to her clit, over and over, dancing between the luscious folds of flesh and tasting the sweet, yet tart juices there. Humming her pleasure, she did it all the more when she realised the vibrations from the sound she was making were driving Kacey crazy. Just when she thought the smooth skin of the brunette’s pussy was clean, another gush of juice rushed out and into Leigh’s mouth. She drank it in eagerly, then pulled back momentarily to suck in a breath before resuming her position.

  Now it was time to stop teasing and concentrate on Kacey’s clit for a while, to make the beauty moan and writhe beneath her. To make her come. Hard. Leigh began to flick her tongue over and around the bundle of nerve endings, which seemed to grow bigger with every touch. Despite the pillow between her teeth, the brunette’s grunts and moans of pleasure were still perfectly audible, and Leigh took those, along with the visible signs of arousal before her as a sign that she was definitely doing something right.

  She pushed two fingers into Kacey’s pussy, sinking them in as far as they would go before pulling them out again. She began to finger fuck her as she teased her clit, pressing the other hand to her lower belly to stop her bucking as the pleasure became too much. Soon, she noticed a change in Kacey - she became quieter and her body stiffened. Taking this to mean that the brunette was teetering on the edge of orgasm, she shifted her efforts in order to push her over it. Pursing her lips, she pulled Kacey’s nub into her mouth and started to suck.

  It seemed that Kacey had been closer to climax than Leigh had first thought. Her ministrations caused the other girl to arch her back to an almost unnatural angle before flopping back down onto the bed. A noise so primal that it couldn’t be described filled the room, and then the dam broke. Kacey’s pussy began to spasm wildly, warm juices forcing their way out around Leigh’s fingers. She moved immediately to lap them up, delighting in the pure, delicious feminine taste of her lover. She would have quite happily licked them up all day, but alas, Kacey’s orgasm didn’t last forever. Leigh just enjoyed it while it lasted. Kacey would have more climaxes at her hand - and mouth - she was sure of it.

  When Kacey came down from her blissful heights, however, it became apparent that she was a cuddler. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave Leigh a lazy, blissful, smile. She said “Come here” before collapsing back down onto the pillows. Leigh complied instantly and happily, moving up the bed and crawling under the sheets, before helping an orgasm-tired Kacey to do the same. She pulled the brunette into her arms and smoothed her tousled hair before pressing a kiss to her head.

  Her last thought before falling asleep with Kacey in her arms was that her new flat was the best place she’d ever lived, and that she never wanted to leave.

  Something in Common

  Justine was so engrossed in framing the perfect shot of the tallest part of the ruined abbey that she didn’t notice anyone else entering the grounds. In fact, her fellow history lover had opened the gate, walked through it, closed it and walked a couple of hundred metres across the grass towards her without her noticing. Justine only became aware she had company when a voice came from close behind her.

  “Wow, that’s gonna be a great shot.”

  Justine was glad she had her expensive camera on a strap around her neck otherwise she’d have dropped it. And given she was standing on a little bit of ruined wall, that would definitely not have gone down well. The thought of her precious camera being smashed to smithereens sent a shudder through her. She spun round to face the person who had startled her, ready to tell them off for creeping up on people.

  But when she caught sight of the potential camera-wrecker, she totally changed her mind. The woman that stood before her was stunning. She was dressed in casual clothes; jeans with a rip in one knee, a baggy t-shirt with a tree on it and a pair of Converse. She was definitely a woman after Justine’s own heart. And many other things besides, Justine thought as she watched wisps of the other girl’s shiny red hair blow in the breeze. The girl’s startling blue-green eyes, rosebud mouth and cute button nose certainly didn’t do anything to harm her appeal.

  Justine realised she was staring but still hadn’t said anything. She shook herself, then stammered, “Y - you made me jump.”

  “Sorry. I thought you’d have heard me coming.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Sorry. Again. Hope I didn’t ruin your shot. My name’s Amber, by the way.” She stuck her hand out, and Justine took it. They shook hands, then parted.

  “So,” Amber said, looking around, “you here by yourself?”

  Justine nodded. “Sure am. It’s impossible to get any of my friends to come to any of these places with me. They’re quite happy to go to the pub, the cinema, or shopping. But if I mention ruins, a stone circle or a stately home, they don’t want to know. You?”

  “The same. Sometimes I wonder how I got to be friends with them in the first place! They don’t know what they’re missing.”

  “I know, right? It’s not just the fact that these places are so beautiful and serene, it’s the history that goes with them.”

  Justine realised that Amber was staring at her, wordlessly. “What?”

  Amber blinked twice, then opened her mouth. She seemed to struggle with what she was going to say next, making Justine wonder what on earth was coming. “It’s just... you could have taken those words right out of my brain. I’ve never met anyone that feels the same way about these kinds of places as I do. It’s strange. But the good kind of strange.”

  Justine had no idea how to respond to that comment, so she said nothing. She, too, had never met anyone that loved heritage the way she did, which was why none of her previous relationships had worked out. She felt it was necessary to have something in common with a partner, particularly the thing she felt most passionate about. But unfortunately, sooner or later her relationships had paid the price for her going off on adventures by herself. She’d been labelled boring, a geek, and even both on one occasion. It had hurt, at first, but then Justine realised that she wasn’t at fault - everyone has their interests, and why on earth should she change hers, stop doing what she loved, for the sake of someone who wasn’t willing to try something new or different?

  Amber continued to look at her, as though expecting an answer.

  “Oh, uh, me either. Hence I’m always visiting these places by myself. This is my second site today. I have one more planned before I head home.”

  “And where’s that?”

  “Where’s what? The next site, or home?”

  Amber’s expression altered from curious to mischievous. Dimples appeared in her cheeks. “Well, I meant the next site, really. But if you want to tell me where you live, then that’s okay, too.”

  Justine raised her eyebrows. Was Amber coming on to her, or something? Or was she just eager to make friends with someone that shared the same nerdy hobby? “Erm, well the next site is something a bit different.”

  Amber’s face adopted an expectant expression. “Oh? Do tell.”

  “The Chained Oak.”

  The re
dhead’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding? I’ve always wanted to go there - but I’m not too sure exactly where it is.”

  Justine forced the next words out before nerves prevented her from saying them. “So why don’t you come with me? It’s not that far from here. You know the history, right?”

  “I’ll be honest I can’t remember all the names and dates, but I know the gist. The Earl of somewhere upset a witch and she put a curse on the tree, so for every branch that fell, a member of his family would die. He didn’t believe a word of it until it happened, and when it did, he ordered his servants to chain up all the branches of the tree so they couldn’t fall off. Nobody really knows the truth any more, but the tree and its chains are one hundred per cent real.”

  “Sounds about right to me. Okay, well I have some more photos to take, so shall we meet back here in half an hour? Is that enough time for you to look around?”

  Amber nodded. “I can be ready whenever you are. I’ve been here before, anyway. I just like visiting.”

  Justine smiled. “I don’t blame you. I like it here, too. See you soon, then.”

  With that, Justine slipped back into her own little world of framing and taking shots of the ruined abbey. It was a bright day, so she had to work hard to make sure the glare from the sun didn’t ruin or wash out her shots. She knew she could always touch images up on the computer afterwards, but she always tried to get photos as perfect as she could while taking them.

  A little while later, she happened to look over at where she’d been when Amber had arrived and saw the other girl standing there, waiting. A glimpse at her watch told her that her half an hour was up - ten minutes ago. Justine hurried over to Amber, an apologetic expression on her face. “I’m really sorry, I got so engrossed in what I was doing that I had no idea what the time was. You should have shouted at me!”

  Amber shrugged. “Nah, it’s okay. You looked so happy and content that I didn’t want to disturb you. It’s only ten minutes, anyway. Ready to head to the legendary oak tree?”

  “Absolutely,” Justine replied, smiling at the pretty redhead. “Now, it’s pretty difficult to park to once you’re there, so I was thinking we drop one of our cars off at my house on the way. Is that okay? We have to drive past the village I live in to get there.”

  Amber nodded. “Yep, no problem. I’ve got to come back this way to get home, so we’ll drop yours off, then I’ll take you back home afterwards. I’m a good driver, I promise.”

  “Okay, that sounds good. As long as you don’t mind driving.”

  “Of course not. You’re being good enough to let me tag along with you, so it’s the least I can do!”

  *****

  At Justine’s instruction, Amber pulled into the lay-by which was actually a service entrance for the famous theme park which was behind the high walls. Justine had been to the theme park many times - inevitable when she lived so close - but although she enjoyed it, she enjoyed the history of the Chained Oak much more. A little thrill of excitement zipped through her as she realised she was about to show a fellow geek something they’d never seen before - except perhaps in photographs. But that was hardly the same thing.

  The two of them got out of the car and Amber locked it behind her, before following Justine to the edge of the road. They were on a bend, so visibility wasn’t the best.

  “You look left, I’ll look right, okay?” Justine said.

  “Yep. I’ll shout when it’s clear.”

  After a few seconds, both of them said, “Okay!” at the same time, then dashed across the road. Amber turned to Justine once they were safely on the other side, and said, “Now the name of the B&B makes perfect sense! Is it in there?” She pointed to the woods behind them, and Justine nodded.

  “It sure is. And yes, that’s why the B&B is named after it. You ready to see it?”

  “What do you think?” Amber brandished her camera, her grin reaching from ear to ear.

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  With that, Justine walked through a gap in a dry stone wall and onto the path which led into the woods. She could hear Amber moving close behind her. Several minutes later, they came upon the clearing which held the tree, and Amber squeaked excitedly.

  “Wow! I wasn’t expecting to find it so quickly, or so easily. I had visions of it being right in the middle of the woods. This is awesome - I can’t understand why more people don’t visit it.” She looked around, confirming that there was nobody else around.

  Justine shrugged. “A lot of people just aren’t bothered about stuff like this though, are they? Which is why we’re both always visiting these kinds of places alone!”

  “That’s true,” Amber replied, then proceeded to take photos of the tree and its chains from every conceivable angle.

  Justine smiled at the other girl’s enthusiasm. It was nice to see someone else that actually gave a shit about heritage, myths and legends, history and the other similar things that interested her. Maybe, if Amber didn’t live too far away - which she’d indicated that she didn’t - then they could make some excursions into the countryside together. It’d be a lot more fun sharing her experiences with someone else. When she saw all these wonderful things, she often wanted to say “Ooh, look at that” or “Wow, how cool” but there was nobody to say them to. Often she spoke anyway, her words being lost on the rocks, buildings, monuments, plants and trees she was so often awed by.

  *****

  Amber steered onto Justine’s driveway and stopped the car, dropped the gear to neutral and pulled on the handbrake. “Wow,” she said, her eyes bright. “That was such a cool place. Thanks so much for letting me come with you. I’d probably never have found it without you.”

  Justine smiled. “It’s okay, it was nice having company, for a change.”

  “Hmm, I know what you mean.”

  Silence hung in the air for several long, uncomfortable seconds. The nervy part of Justine wanted to open the car door and make a hasty retreat. But another part of her - the loneliest part - wanted to invite Amber in to her house for a coffee and a chat. And maybe to arrange further excursions together. And if things started leaning towards the romantic, then that would be good, too. She certainly wouldn’t turn down the gorgeous redhead. But would Amber turn her down? She thought she’d been flirting with her earlier, but she couldn’t be sure.

  Justine decided there was only one way to find out. She sucked in a breath to steel herself. “So!” she said, brightly. “Would you like to come in for a drink or something?”

  A slight look of surprise washed over Amber’s face, and Justine wondered what had surprised her. It was then that she realised how her words may have been construed - she’d said “or something.” She’d meant it in a perfectly innocent way, but she knew how easily it could have been misunderstood.

  “I - I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to. I - I j - just thought it’d be nice to chat, maybe look through some of the photos we’ve taken?”

  Amber cut in before she had chance to stammer and blush any more. “I’d love to, thanks.”

  “Okay, great.”

  A few minutes later, they were both seated at Justine’s kitchen table, cradling cups of tea and exchanging stories and experiences about the various places they’d visited. It turned out they’d been to many of the same places, and even had a few mutual favourites.

  Justine took another sip of her tea, raising her eyebrows as she saw the way that Amber was looking at her. She swallowed carefully, then asked, “What?”

  Amber grinned. “Sorry. It’s just that I can’t believe how alike we are. I never thought I’d meet someone as geeky as me. I bet if we started talking about films, books, music and food, we’d probably have something in common in those departments, too. It sounds really cheesy, but although I don’t really believe in that stuff, I feel like it’s fate that we met. I went
to the abbey today to try and cheer myself up - I’ve been feeling pretty lonely lately. And there you were.”

  “I know what you mean.” Justine nodded. “Being lonely sucks - especially when we’re such good catches!” She laughed. But when she caught Amber’s eye, her face straightened immediately, because the look on the other girl’s face could only be described as wistful. “Hey,” Justine said softly, reaching across to take the other woman’s hand. “I didn’t mean to upset you. And actually, I meant what I said. About you being a good catch. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

  Amber frowned, then looked down at where their hands touched. “How did you...?”

  Justine shrugged. “I guess the same way that you knew I was, too.”

  Now Amber’s expression warmed considerably. “You mean you are? I thought I was just wishful thinking. Finding a girl as hot as you that’s available and a geek? This must be my lucky day.”

  Draining the last of her tea, Justine stood and put the empty mug on the worktop. Then she turned and walked towards her bedroom. It was rash, she knew. They’d only just met, and yet somehow, it still felt right. She decided to go with her gut feeling. “Want to see just how lucky your day is?”

  Amber stood up so fast that her chair fell over backwards. With a giggle, she righted it and chased after Justine, who was over by her bedroom window, drawing the curtains. “I don’t want to give the neighbours a heart attack.”

  “No, absolutely not.” Amber agreed, closing the door behind her. “So, about this lucky day?”

  Justine moved back towards Amber and slipped her arms around her waist. The women were roughly the same height, so their breasts, tummies and hips pressed together as they embraced. Then, as if they’d received an unspoken command, they kissed. Quickly, the room was filled with feminine moans and groans as the pair duelled with their tongues and grabbed each other’s bottoms to pull their bodies closer still.

  After a few super heated minutes, Justine pulled away with a gasp. “Fuck,” she said, staring, wide-eyed at Amber. “If you’ll excuse my abruptness, I seriously need you to be naked and on my bed. Right now.”