by Ray Gordon
"That's good," I said. My thoughts were between the firm, warm flesh of her inner thighs.
"My dad's lending me some money, and his camera."
"David came round this morning," I said, wondering at her reaction. "He wanted something."
"What was it?"
I detected concealed interest in her tone. "He wanted me. He wanted to make love to me."
"Oh," she sighed. Her enquiring eyes caught mine. "And?"
"By the way, my mother said that she'd drive us to the airport."
"Oh, that's good. So, what happened with David?"
"He just went on about the holiday. I'm seeing him this evening."
"Kevin rang. He wants us to get back together."
Was this a form of retaliation? "Are you going to?" I asked. Jealousy welled from deep within my confused mind.
"I don't know."
I didn't like playing mind games. I wanted to play sex games. In my yearning, I pondered on luring Sharon into the wooded area edging the park. I'd lay her on the ground, slip her moist panties down and lick her sex-wet vulval crack. Her clitoris would ripen and swell, her juices of arousal would flow from the entrance to her tight vagina. Would she want that? Not knowing what she was thinking, I felt at a loss. I had to convince her that what we'd done wasn't wrong. Lesbian sex was beautiful.
"Fancy a walk in the woods?" I asked, sure that she'd understand my intentions.
"OK," she smiled, leaping to her feet. "And then we'll go into town for coffee."
"Yes," I murmured. Coffee was the last thing on my mind.
I focused on the backs of her naked thighs as I left the bench and followed her. I could feel my juices of desire seeping between the unfurling petals of my engorged inner lips. My clitoris swelled, my stomach somersaulted. There was so much Sharon and I had to experience. I'd not yet felt the warmth of her tongue entering my vagina, the heat of her mouth engulfing my clitoris as she sucked me to orgasm. My outer lips swelling as a cooling breeze wafted up my dress, I became acutely aware of my naked vulval flesh. In my longing, I wanted Sharon as never before.
Wandering along a narrow path, we came across a secluded clearing and sat on the grass. The sun sparkling through the thick foliage high above us, the bushes shrouding us, we'd found the perfect spot. Sharon obviously knew what I had in mind as she sat cross-legged. Displaying the bulging crotch of her red panties, I was sure she was waiting for me to make the first move. Where was her guilt now?
Pulling my dress up and sitting cross-legged opposite her, I displayed the naked lips of my yearning vagina.
"It's lovely here," I murmured, pulling my dress up a little higher and feigning naivety as I looked up at the trees. "I've always preferred the country to the town."
"So have I," Sharon replied. "Kirsty, what I was trying to say earlier was..."
"I've never been here before," I interrupted her. "I used to come to the park when I was young, but I never ventured into the woods."
"No, neither did I. Kirsty..."
"We'll have to come here again."
Her gaze transfixed on the moist valley between the lips of my pussy, I wondered whether she could see my seeping juices of love. I desperately wanted to feel her tongue, flicking the sensitive nub of my swollen clitoris. Longing for the relief of orgasm, I pondered her guilt, her battle between right and wrong. She wanted me to masturbate her, I was sure. But could she overcome her guilt? My clitoris swelling, my vaginal lips parting in my sexual longing, I realized I was wasting time.
"Why don't you lie on the grass and relax?" I asked her.
"I thought we were going to have coffee somewhere?"
"We are. There's no rush, is there?"
"No, I suppose not. It's just that..."
"Relax, Sharon," I smiled. "Lie on the grass and relax."
"You lie on the grass and relax," she smiled, moving by my side.
Reclining with my thighs wide apart, I gazed up at the sun twinkling like diamonds between the leaves as Sharon lifted my dress up over my stomach. Her guilt had gone; her yearning clitoris had won the battle. She was mine for the taking, I knew as I felt her fingertip running up the smooth skin of my inner thigh, veering round my girl-crack and over the slight swell of my lower stomach. She couldn't resist my body any more than I could resist hers. Was I a lesbian? I didn't know or care as her fingertip ran over the soft hillocks of my outer lips, tracing the gentle contours of my fleshy love cushions.
Closing my eyes, I quivered as I waited in anticipation for her finger to enter the wet sheath of my tightening vagina. I felt her breath against my mons, hot, tantalising. The tip of her tongue met the sensitive skin of my outer lips, licking, teasing, tasting. My arms outstretched behind my head, I relaxed as she licked my moist slit. My clitoris stirred, swelling as my arousal soared. My juices oozed, seeping, flowing.
This was something David had never been particularly good at. He'd licked and sucked in his naivety, but he didn't know a woman's body as another woman did. He'd sweep his tongue over my erect clitoris with a desperate urgency. I'd rather he'd licked gently, teased my clitoris to orgasm rather than try to force me to come. Sharon knew exactly what to do. Her slender fingers peeling open the fleshy lips of my pussy, she swept her tongue over the pink flesh within my open sex valley with incredible delicacy. A female tongue gracefully caressing a clitoris... Only a woman truly knows how to pleasure a woman.
My thoughts taking me back to David, I supposed I'd miss his penis, his swinging balls rolling against my buttocks, the feel of his solid rod penetrating me.
"God," I breathed as Sharon thrust three fingers into my tightening pussy. Her hot breath within my drenched sex valley, she massaged my inner flesh, expertly caressed my G-spot. I felt the warm fluid of love flowing down between my buttocks. Her tongue deftly working on my clitoris, inducing fantastic sensations, I dug my fingernails into the soft grass as my body began trembling.
Sharon's intimate attention was heavenly. Her tongue snaking over the swollen tip of my pulsating clitoris, her fingers caressing the creamy walls of my tight vaginal sheath, she slowly took me higher to my euphoria. My stomach rising and falling, my juices of desire flooding from my bloated vaginal duct, I tossed my head back as ripples of pure sexual ecstasy bathed my quivering body. Higher, she lifted me with her graceful caressing, her gentle massaging. Closer to orgasm I drifted. Drifting, drifting. Floating on clouds of love-lust.
"Come for me," she whispered. Her breath was hot between the swell of my outer labia, her fingers thrusting in their massaging, her tongue wet in its caressing. "Come for me," she whispered again. I could hear the squelching of my vaginal juices, the lapping of her tongue, the urgent breathing of her arousal. My body trembling as my womb rhythmically contracted, I imagined David emerging from the bushes, discovering my infidelity.
What would he think? What would he say? I knew that men liked the notion of two girls together, masturbating each other, licking between each other's vaginal lips. But to discover that his girlfriend enjoyed lesbian sex? In my arousal, I imagined him kneeling behind Sharon, the solid shaft of his penis driving deep into the hot sheath of her pussy as she licked my clitoris to orgasm. Did I want to witness David's act of infidelity? In my sexual delirium, I wanted to watch David force his penis into another girl's cunt and fuck and sperm her.
"Sharon," I breathed as my clitoris swelled and pulsated within her hot mouth. "Don't stop." I knew she wouldn't stop as her fingers repeatedly thrust in and out of my juiced vagina, my cunt. I loved the word. Cunt, cunt. "Finger my cunt," I gasped as the birth of my girl-induced orgasm stirred within the hot depths of my womb. My clitoris inflating, my orgasm finally exploded within her wet mouth. Wave after wave of pure sexual bliss rolled through my trembling body, tightening every muscle, reaching every nerve ending. I'd found my lesbian heaven.
"My cunt!" I sang in my coming. "God, my beautiful cunt!" I could hear Sharon drinking my orgasmic juices as she slipped her wet fingers out of my cunt and pres
sed her lips over the hot entrance to my pleasure sheath. Slurping, sucking as she massaged my pulsating clitoris with her fingertips, she sustained my lesbian pleasure until I lay convulsing wildly in the aftermath of my coming. Her tongue repeatedly sweeping up the drenched crevice of my vagina, teasing the last ripples of orgasm from my swollen clitoris, she brought me gently down from my sexual heaven. I finally settled on the ground in my uncontrollable quivering. Perspiring, shaking, panting...
"Nice?" I heard her ask through my sexual haze.
"Yes," I gasped, her tongue encircling the nub of my passion spot. "Oh, yes."
"You want to come again?"
"Yes, again and again."
As I lay with my legs spread wide, my hot vaginal crevice gaping, I pondered on the holiday. Sharon and I would share a double bed. We'd lick and suck and finger and love all night long. Our naked bodies would writhe in ecstasy, our juices of female desire would flow in torrents as our orgasms erupted in each other's wet mouths. David would remain at home, alone in his masturbating. He'd wank his cock and shoot his sperm. And think of me and my hot, wet cunt.
"Do you like that?" Sharon asked, taking the petals of my inner lips between her fingers and thumbs and pulling them wide apart. I didn't need to answer. My gasping and writhing was sign enough that she was bringing me immense pleasure. Pulling my butterfly wings up, she pressed on the pink flesh surrounding my clitoris. My erect passion spot fully emerging from beneath its fleshy bonnet, I arched my back as she flicked her tongue over its sensitive tip. My pleasure building, I gasped as her fingertip slipped into the hot crevasse between my firm buttocks and sought the secret entrance to my rectal duct.
Had she been with a girl before? I wondered as she massaged the delicate brown tissue surrounding the eye of my bottom-hole. Her fingers thrusting deep into the wet heat of my vagina, she knew how to stimulate me. She must have had lesbian sex before. I felt sadness engulfing me as I imagined her licking another girl's vaginal folds, fingering another girl's pussy sheath. My mind was flooding with jealousy.
As she sucked my erect clitoris into her beautiful mouth, my second orgasm erupted. My body shaking violently as she sustained my wondrous pleasure with her massaging fingers and sweeping tongue, my mind left me. I drifted high above my trembling body, floated away on clouds of love-lust. But jealousy lurked, haunting me, trying to destroy my moment of sexual bliss. I came down from my sexual heaven quickly, with a bump. I felt cheated. I was being silly, I knew. But I felt betrayed.
Her fingers slipping out of my drenched love sheath, her mouth leaving my sated clitoris, she sat back on her heels and smiled at me. I wanted to return her smile, I wanted to love her. I hated my mind, my suspicion, my jealousy. Why was I doing this to myself? What if she had been with another girl? Did it really matter? Yes, it did. I leaped to my feet and left the clearing. I hated myself for the way I was.
Chapter Four
Sipping a gin and tonic on the plane, I felt a little guilty. Although I'd overcome my jealousy, I felt another emotion. Sadness and a sense of loss engulfed me. I'd left Sharon at the airport waiting for a flight. She'd been assured that she'd get one, but her sorrow had been obvious as I'd walked through the gate and left her alone. As she'd stood clutching her mobile phone, her wave and forced smile had tugged at my heart. Was my heart broken? No. I knew that I'd be seeing her soon, loving her soon. Once we were on the island, we could forget about England, David and Kevin; and pleasure each other's naked bodies.
Uncle Jack had phoned me, the airport putting a call out for me to go to the main desk. He was checking that I was there, making sure that I'd arrived on time. I told him about Sharon, that she was hoping to catch another flight. He'd seemed pleased and said that he'd meet me at Athens Airport. He'd sounded nice, warm and friendly. I was looking forward to meeting him. And looking forward to getting away from David for a while.
Athens was enjoying temperatures well into the eighties, unlike England with its rain. Leaving the customs hall, I felt as if I was stepping into another world. It wasn't just the warmth that welcomed me. This was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, the beginning of a new life. Dumping my suitcase on the floor, I looked at the row of people standing behind the barrier. They were waiting to meet their friends and relatives, waiting to welcome them to Greece.
I smiled as I noticed a man holding up a piece of paper bearing my name. I guessed that he was in his late forties. Suntanned and wearing a T-shirt and shorts, he fitted the picture I'd painted in my mind. He was rugged, masculine. I have to admit that thoughts of Sharon melted as I grabbed my case and hurriedly made my way towards him. But I knew that she'd call my mobile the minute she landed in Athens, so I had no need to worry. Was it Sharon or her wet pussy I wanted? Both.
"Uncle Jack," I smiled, dumping my case at his feet and holding my hand out.
"Kirsty," he grinned, shaking my hand. "It's great to meet you at last. Did you have a good flight?"
"Yes, thanks."
"Your friend..." he began.
"She's waiting for a flight. Hopefully, there'll be one later. She's going to ring me once she gets here."
"Good, good. OK, the taxis are this way." He picked my case up. "The weather's been really good. According to the forecast, it's going to stay that way."
"I'm pleased to hear it," I replied, following him through the crowd. "It was raining when I left England. I'm really looking forward to this holiday."
"So am I. We'll have a great time. Your father and I... We'll talk about that later."
During the car and ferry journey, we chatted about our different lifestyles, our likes and dislikes. Uncle Jack came across as a really nice person. He had an air of wealth about him, and I was sure that he was pretty well off. I hoped that we'd get on well as the ferry finally docked at an island. He was easy going and fun to be with, and I couldn't wait for Sharon to meet him. Should I tell him that we were lovers? No, he wouldn't understand. Did I understand?
Leaving the ferry, he led me to his boat which was moored at a small jetty. It was a fast boat, the trip to the island taking about twenty minutes. The sun shining, the warm wind in my hair, I felt a new wave of life rushing through me. I was happy, at last. The only thing missing in my life was Sharon. I wanted to live in Greece with her, enjoy the sun, the wine and food. And to love her. Perhaps one day... Time would tell.
Mooring the boat, we walked the short distance up a winding track to my uncle's villa. My hand held to my mouth, my stomach somersaulted as we approached two wrought iron gates. Following the sweep of drive, I was stunned as a huge white building came into view. The place was truly amazing. Surrounded by a garden full of orange and lemon trees with a massive wall surrounding the grounds, the villa was a palace. I felt that I was in heaven.
As he carried my case into the marble-floored hall, he mentioned that he lived alone. There was a cleaning woman who came a couple of times a week, and friends often visited. But I thought it odd that he should live alone in such a lovely villa on a small island. Apparently, his friends owned boats. Island hoping seemed to be the in thing. A party here, a barbeque there... An idyllic lifestyle far removed from the hustle and bustle of England's rainy towns and fume-stenching cities.
Leaving me to unpack in what was to be my room for two weeks, he asked me to join him for a drink by the swimming pool when I was ready. As he went downstairs, I looked around the beautiful room. A huge double bed, potted plants, pine furniture... With a balcony overlooking the pool, I thought I'd found paradise. Again longing for Sharon to arrive, I unpacked my clothes and decided to take a shower after my long journey. I knew that she'd be stunned as I slipped out of my clothes and walked into the luxury en suite bathroom. This really was heaven on earth. And Sharon was an angel from heaven on earth.
Leaving the shower, I looked about my room and frowned. The clothes I'd left on the bed had gone. I thought the heat was affecting me, blurring my mind. I was sure that I'd left my bikini on the bed, and a towel. My su
itcase had gone, there was nothing in the wardrobe, and nothing to dry myself with let alone cover my naked body. Standing at the end of the bed, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Had I got the wrong room? Had my uncle taken my clothes to another room? Catching sight of the firm roundness of my breasts in the full-length mirror, I was desperate to cover my nakedness.
Creeping out onto the huge landing, I was going to check the other rooms but the doors were locked. I thought I must be going mad as I returned to my room. The was no quilt on the bed, no curtains, nothing to veil my nudity. I thought of calling down to my uncle and asking him for a towel, but didn't want him to come up and find me naked. Pacing the floor, I didn't know what to do.
I sat on the bed for what seemed like ages. I felt silly. I should have called out, but my shyness wouldn't let me. All I had to do was hide behind the door and call for a towel. Wishing that Sharon had come with me, I paced the floor again. I couldn't stay in my room forever, and finally decided to creep downstairs and find something to cover myself with. I was sure that my uncle must have moved my things to another room. It was all quite innocent. He'd apologize and explain that he'd put me in the wrong room. Maybe the cleaning lady had come in and moved my things.
I felt extremely vulnerable as I tentatively descended the stairs. In my nakedness, I was acutely aware of the gentle curves of my body. My sparse blonde pubic hair did little to conceal the rise of my pussy lips, my vaginal slit. This wasn't how I'd expected my holiday to begin. What with Sharon unable to get a flight, and now my having to search the villa for something to wear... I felt uneasy, verging on frightened. Was intuition telling me something? A towel, a sheet, anything would have done to veil my body.
Reaching the ground floor, I listened for movements but heard nothing. Hoping that my uncle wouldn't see me, I wandered into a large lounge. The patio doors were open, the rippling blue water in the pool sparkling invitingly beneath the hot sun. Looking around the room, I sighed. There was no cloth on the table, not a shred of material to cover myself with. I began to feel panicky as I thought of my uncle catching me naked. What on earth would he think of me?