by Kiki Archer
Bea grabbed Freya’s hand and hauled her up onto the stage. Kat watched as she leant Freya backwards, kissing her with passion. Diane Pity and Fiona Mews were attempting to place gold plastic crowns upon their heads without spoiling the crowd’s sensational view. The room had exploded into cheers of congratulations and shouts of approval; clearly well loved realised Kat as she reached for the door. The warm air was comforting and she lifted her head to the dying evening sun, only one thing for it she thought as she reached for her phone. Kat made her way around the corner of the wonderful old brick building and found a small wooden bench where she sat and let the evening glow sooth her spirits as she waited patiently for the taxi. Lucy followed her out and desperately tried to change her mind, but she was adamant; it was time to go. Kat spent the short journey staring out of the window, looking at nothing and thinking of everything. She tried to analyse her feelings and could not decide whether it was the hurt, or the loss, or the embarrassment, that made her want to disappear and start afresh, somewhere new; somewhere where nobody knew her; but by the time she entered the empty apartment her personal sorrow had turned to annoyance. Annoyance at herself for feeling grief for something that had never really begun, annoyance that Diane’s silly little games had clearly had their desired effect and annoyance that she had walked away, let Diane and Fiona win; let Bea win.
Kat picked up the scribbled note on the kitchen table, Staying at Gary’s – invited the in-laws round!!!! P.S: This is my 6 months notice – it’s been a blast! It finished with a smiley face and a stick woman with a big baby bump. Kat held the note against her heart and felt like crying. Jess had been so completely devastated by her miscarriage but had quickly realised that a child was exactly what she and Gary wanted, they wanted it more than anything in the world. Lucy had made some comment about not needing what you have got until it has gone and Jess had for once agreed. She replaced the note and quietly made her way to her bedroom, carefully stepping out of her inappropriately expensive dress and climbing into her soft blue pyjama bottoms. She untied her hair and pulled her favourite tight white vest top over her head, collapsing on the bed and sighing as she dimmed the bedroom lights and reached for the small silver remote. Relax and calm down she thought as she clicked it three times and Trisha Yearwood’s Second Chance started to play. She lifted her hands to her face and felt like crying as she mouthed the words to her favourite song, ‘Just close your eyes, reach for the moment before it slips by. Here is your second chance, take it and fly’. She heard a noise and opened her eyes.
The apartment door clicked closed and hesitant footsteps tapped gently across the wooden lounge floor. There was a long pause and Kat listened again. Her bedroom door slowly creaked open. She climbed off the bed. This was real. This was happening. She heard the music, ‘you trust what you feel, you take that first step,’ took the hand and shut the door pulling Freya close and kissing her with a wanton passion that was reciprocated by an incredible burning desire.
Lucy’s keys dropped to the floor.
Freya pulled back and was about to speak but stopped at the look in Kat’s eyes; she understood. They both understood. Freya thrust her lips against Kats and pushed her by the waist towards the edge of the bed. The lighting was romantic and the music was tender but their kisses were raw and intense. Kat reached the mattress and pulled Freya down on top of her, enjoying the weight pressed against her own lusting body. She rolled her over and straddled her waist, feeling the netting of her skirt against her own bare toes.
Kat looked into those sharp green eyes, ‘You have no idea how much I want you.’
‘Show me,’ said Freya pulling at her neck and dragging her in for another explosive embrace, months of pent up feeling finally bursting out with a force and a power that neither of them could control. Kat was aching. This was incredible; Freya was incredible, rolling her over and pinning her arms, using her strength to overpower and dominate. Kat returned the energy and kissed her hard forcing them up into a seated position with legs wrapped tightly around each other’s waists.
Kat pulled away and looked deep into her green eyes. She maintained her stare as she slowly ran her finger across Freya’s bare shoulder and down her smooth back, speaking gently for the first time. ‘Is this what you want?’
Freya’s heart ached with shame. ‘This is all I have ever wanted.’ She wanted to explain, to make her understand, ‘I had no choice, she said you would get -’
Kat placed her finger on Freya’s panicked lips, ‘I know.’
Freya held the forgiving gaze and kissed her gently, feeling Kat’s soft touch return to her shoulders, to her back, to her zip. She sat with her legs cradled around Kat’s waist and felt her zip begin to open. She closed her eyes and put her arms around Kat, drawing her shoulders tight against her own body. The zip opened slowly, every notch sending a shockwave of anticipation through her body. She moved Kat’s wavy hair to the side and looked down her back to find the base of her tight white vest top. She reached for the hem and walked it upwards, but their chests were so close that it hardly moved. Kat leant backwards and Freya felt a rush of adrenaline as she watched her slowly lift up her arms. Freya pulled the white top up and over Kat’s head to reveal her perfect breasts and highly aroused nipples. Kat rested backwards on her arms and let Freya stare. She waited and watched as Freya returned her eyes and slowly pulled down the front of her unzipped dress. It was Kat’s turn to stare and she realised she had never felt so aroused. She pulled Freya in for a deep penetrating kiss and their hard nipples pressed together sending electric pulses all over their highly sensitive bodies. She leant backwards, drawing Freya onto her body and rolled her over as she pulled the pretty ivory dress down to her ankles and off over her feet. Kat carefully undid the buckles on the black sparkling kitten heels and dropped the shoes to the floor, turning to look at Freya. She was perfect. Kat crawled up the bed and straddled her wonderfully toned waist, reaching for Freya’s hands and lifting them up to her own desperate chest. Freya felt Kat’s nipples, they were so hard and erect and her every touch seemed to cause a moan of desire. Kat looked incredible sat above her resting on her hands and moving her head back in pleasure. Freya increased her pressure and each groan aroused her further. She wanted to experience Kat’s touch, ‘Kiss me,’ she gasped wantonly.
Kat knew what she meant and leant forwards taking Freya’s pert nipple into her warm mouth. She teased it with her tongue and sucked it hard drawing it out further as she heard Freya’s cries of satisfaction. Their passion was heated as they both pulled at the others last piece of remaining clothing. Kat lay gently on top of her, parting her incredible legs with her own. They gasped simultaneously, both wet with desire, moments away from ecstasy. She took Freya’s hands and pinned them out to the sides with her own. They kissed and their contact was so close, so intense, and so complete that they felt like one. Kat slowly moved her body in a smooth rhythm and together they felt the heat. They felt it build and rise and they moaned deeply cheek to cheek, neither experiencing anything as overwhelming as this before.
Freya said it first. She felt her body take over and her pulses strengthen, tightening until she could control it no more, ‘I love you Kat,’ she whispered gasping in ecstasy, throbbing with pleasure.
Kat felt Freya’s intense pulse and tried to slow herself but it was too late. She heard the words as her own desire took over and pushed her over the edge into a moment of pure elation. Kat moaned loudly and gasped for breath, ‘I love you too.’
They lay quivering together neither wanting to move the pressure that still caused a delayed, occasional, throb. Kat finally rolled onto her side and brushed a wave of chestnut brown hair from Freya’s damp cheek. She stared into her sparkling green eyes that were alive with life. ‘I want you.’
Freya looked back into the deep blue eyes and read their meaning, a meaning that she had seen from the start. ‘I know. I have always known,’ she looked away; ‘... it has always been you.’
Kat pulled a sof
t curl, she did not need details, but this she wanted to know, ‘What about next year?’
‘How else could I make sure she got as far away from us as possible?’
Kat halted her soothing touch.
‘My first choice is still my first choice.’
She smiled and rolled on top of Freya kissing her playfully. ‘University Halls can be ever so expensive ... if you need accommodation we have a spare room going.’
‘Well now that I’m here,’ grinned Freya returning the perfect embrace.
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