by Carla Blake
“ Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“ Then I’m sorry for that.” Skye said. “ Would you let me make it up to you?”
“ How?” Chrissie huffed. “ Gonna tell my fortune? Or would you prefer to try kissing it better?”
“ What makes you say that?” Skye asked. “ I thought you hated it.”
“ I did.” Chrissie insisted. “ It was just a figure of speech.”
Skye detached herself from the caravan. “ No, it wasn’t.” She said, moving forward and taking hold of Chrissie’s hands. “ You want me to kiss you again, don’t you? Admit it, you’re intrigued. You want it..”
“ No.” Chrissie replied softly. “ No I don’t.”
Skye pulled her in closer. Then closer still. She could feel Chrissie heartbeat though her coat. The shake of her hand, the way her eyes, dark like her own, kept skipping between her mouth and her own eyes. “ Yes you do.” She said and kissed her.
And this time Chrissie kissed her back. Her lips welded to Skye’s, her mind in total confusion as she tried to work out whether she should be enjoying what was happening to her, or heeding the sharp warning in her head that was desperately trying to point out that she was kissing another woman.
Then she was moving, Skye expertly turning her and pushing her backwards until her back was against the caravan and Skye was standing in front of her, all the while continuing to kiss her, her hands now busy with trying to unbutton her coat.
As soon as she realized what was happening, Chrissie broke the kiss off. “ What are you doing?” She demanded, staring down at Skye’s hands. “ I didn’t say…”
“ Hush.” Skye whispered. “ Trust me.”
“ You gotta be kiddin! Trust you!”
“ Yes.” Skye insisted. “ Trust me.”
Their lips met again and despite her protests, all of Chrissie’s annoyance at what Skye was doing with her coat suddenly melted away. She wanted this. God help her, she truly did. She wanted Skye. She wanted this kiss to go on and on and for Skye to never let her go.
Skye reached inside her coat and slipped her hands around Chrissie’s waist.
Chrissie flinched but she didn’t pull away. Nor did she complain when Skye gently caressed her side and then reached down again to pull up the bottom of her sweater.
“ Can I?” Skye asked, pulling away from the embrace. “ Can I touch you?”
Chrissie closed her eyes. “ Yes.” She whispered. “ Yes.”
Skye’s hands roamed higher until her fingers grazed the edge of Chrissie’s bra and Chrissie gasped. She smiled and felt Chrissie’s heart pounding against her palm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she gently cupped her breast and stroked the soft skin spilling from the top.
“ Okay?” Skye breathed, running her thumb just along the rim of Chrissie’s bra. “ Want me to stop?”
Chrissie opened her eyes. “ No.” She said, “ I don’t. But kiss me again?”
Skye kissed her, deeper this time, her tongue finding entrance into Chrissie’s mouth as her thumbs played across her bra and over her nipples. She reached up, following Chrissie’s bra strap and slipped it over her shoulder, then pulling the cup aside she laid her hand on Chrissie’s naked breast before lowering her head and taking the rapidly hardening nipple in her mouth.
“ Fuck” Chrissie breathed as Skye sucked on her breast. “ Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”
“ Oh, yes.” Skye sighed and sucked harder, flicking Chrissie’s nipple with her tongue until Chrissie started to pant with pleasure. “ You have fantastic tits.” She said, using her other hand to reach for the zip on Chrissie’s jeans. “ I want you sweetie. I want to fuck you.”
“ No!”
“ What?”
“ I said no!” Chrissie cried again and pushing Skye away, she rapidly rearranged her bra and coat. “ That’s enough!” She went on. “ Shit, I don’t know what I was thinking! What is this? Hypnosis or something? Is that what you do?”
Skye looked shocked. “ What are you going on about?” She asked. “ I thought you were enjoying it. I thought it’s what you wanted. What’s the problem?” She asked with a smile. “ It’s not as if I can get you pregnant, is it?”
Her attempt to lighten the mood failed. Chrissie fumed. “ Oh that’s right, make a joke of it.” She said. “ Typical bloody gypsy!”
“ Hey!” Skye retorted, “ that’s not fair!”
“ Neither is luring me into having sex with you!”
“ I didn’t!” Skye insisted. “ You wanted it just as much as me and don’t say you didn’t. No one can kiss like that and pretend it doesn’t matter. I don’t understand..?”
But Chrissie was already striding away, leaving Skye unable to do anything but watch her go.
Chrissie didn’t sleep a wink that night. Again and again she went over her meeting with Skye. The way she had kissed her, touched her, made her feel, and she didn’t understand any of it. Never before had she ever been even remotely interested in getting it on with another girl, but this evening she’d come close enough to well.. come. And what she really didn’t understand was why she had stopped her, because Skye had been right. She had wanted her. She really had. So why had she pushed her away?
“ I don’t know!” She cried into her pillow. “ I don’t know.”
The next day she quit her job. But only after telling her bitch of a manager that she was the most unprofessional, incompetent, useless bloody cow she’d ever come across. Then she’d left. With no other job to go to and no other plan beyond going back to her grotty flat, packing up all her clothes and getting the hell out of there.
Throughout it all, she thought of Skye.
“ Define, gone.”
“ A?”
The fairground worker Chrissie was currently taking to was clearly as thick as he looked.
She’d gone back to the fair the same evening as quitting her job, just as she’d always known she would. The truth was, she wanted to be with Skye, end of. It had just taken her common sense a little while to catch up with what her subconscious had been trying to tell her all along. But now that it had, she was desperate to see her. Hearing that she was ‘gone’ was not good.
“ She’s just gone is all.” The fairground worker repeated. “ Told me this morning it was time she got to see the rest of the world or some such crap. Don’t know why she wants to do that though, she’s got a good job here.”
“ Right. So does anyone know where she’s gone? Which direction?”
The man pointed towards the gate. “ Reckon she went that way.” He grinned, clearly pleased with his little joke.
“ Does anyone really know which way she went?” Chrissie said with infinite patience. “ Please. It’s important I find her.”
“ Then try Harry.” The man replied. “ He know most things around here. That way,” he added when Chrissie opened her mouth to speak. “ See that stall with the yellow front? Go round back and Harry’ll be there. Guarantee it.”
Harry didn’t seen surprised to see her. In fact, he already had a cup laid out for her, and a box of tissues. He was, Chrissie thought, the typical traveler. Dark, curly hair, ruddy complexion, jeans that had seen better days and a shirt worn under a waistcoat. He even had an earring.
“ So.” He said when Chrissie introduced herself and asked after Skye. “ You’re the lass that broke our Skye’s heart are you? Never thought I’d see the day, but she’d taken a real shine to you.”
Chrissie huffed. “ Then she had a funny way of showing it. Rape is not how I’d go about showing my affection.”
Harry smiled. Half of his face folded into a myriad of creases. “ Is that what you think she did to you?” He asked gently. “ Rape. ‘Tis a strong word lass, a harsh word. And from what I hear, Skye backed off the minute you told her to, not the actions of a rapist I think.”
“ Okay.” Chrissie said. “ Maybe she didn’t exactly rape me, but it was a bit full on.”
Harry shrugged. “ Skye’s way.” He stated simply. “ If she wants something, she goes for it, always been the same. But you.” He pointed a finger at Chrissie. “ You sparked something in her I ain’t never seen before. Left here in floods she did and nothing anyone could say could comfort her.” He paused. “ I’m guessing you knew nothing about this?” He added with a smile.” Seeing as you have a face like a startled hen.”
Chrissie merely shook her head. “ I had no idea.”
“ Well, you do know. Sit lass, have a sup.”
Chrissie sat. The tea Harry placed in front of her was steaming.
“ Our Skye.” He began, lighting a cigarette, “ she’s always been a bit of a wild one. They come, they go, you know what I mean. But you, you were different. I’ve never seen her so.. so..”
“ Animated?”
“ Yep, that’ll do. Talked about you non stop, she did. How she could get you to come back. What she would do when you did. Course I told her you might not come back, but she wasn’t having none of it. And then you did.”
Chrissie nodded. “ Yes. Last night. We, er, got a bit closer than I was ready for and I got scared. I admit, I said some things I wish I hadn’t.”
“ And now you’ve come back to apologise and she’s gone.”
He paused to take a sip of his tea, the cigarette hanging between his fingers. Chrissie wasn’t sure if he’d actually smoked it yet. He caught her looking.
“ All for show.” Harry smiled, waving the cigarette in the air. “ Gave up years ago when all I could manage for breakfast was a good, bloody cough. Can’t seem to get out of the habit of having one in me hand though. Bloody nonsense really, but there you are. So tell me, pretty lady. If Skye had been here tonight, what were your intentions?”
“ To apologise.” Chrissie replied.
“ And?”
Chrissie blushed. “ And,” she began, “ to ask her to give me a second chance. I don’t know what it is about her either, not really, but I can’t stop thinking about her. I quit my job today, for no other reason that my boss was getting on my nerves. I never do stuff like that! And I’ve packed up all my stuff. I don’t even know what I was planning to do, it’s crazy!”
“ No it ain’t pet,” Harry said, patting her hand. “ It’s love. Makes you do all kinds of mad stuff.”
“ But what do I do now? She’s gone. I…”
She started to cry. Harry handed her a tissue.
“ Come on lass, don’t take on so. You’ll find her.”
“ How?” Chrissie wept. “ She could be anywhere.”
“ She could.” Harry agreed. “ But I reckon she ain’t. If I know our Skye, she ain’t gone far. Try Heavers Common. You know it? I bet you she’s holed up there. Used to go there a lot when she was a kid. Or when something upset her.”
“ But what if she doesn’t want to see me?” Chrissie said, dabbing at her eyes.
“ Then she won’t.” Harry shrugged, “ but you won’t find out sitting here. Go. Find her.”
An hour later and no thanks to a Sat nav system that seemed hell bent on taking her along the scenic route, Chrissie pulled up at the entrance to Heavers Common. She had only been here once before, when she’d attended a County fair with a group of girls from work. They’d at on hay stacks that day to watch a Falconry display and eat hot dogs loaded with onions and sauce before they tripped off down the pub for a few glasses of wine. It had been a beautifully day, she recalled, warm and sunny, the whole place packed with people and noise and movement. Now though, it was merely dark, chilly and devoid of any other signs of life. It was also starting to drizzle.
And her coat was seriously starting to let in the damp.
“ Where the hell do I start?” She asked herself, digging her hands in her pockets and setting off across the damp grass. “ She could be anywhere.”
The caravan was not immediately obvious, but the common was, stretching out in front of her in acres of long grass. A line of trees, roughly half a mile away, heralded the start of a dense woodland, whilst beyond that, as far as she could remember, stood nothing but open farm land.
She paused to look at her feet, noting that her boots were already wet, but actually looking for tracks in the long grass that would tell her which way Skye and her dodgy caravan had gone.
She found them a little way over to her left and sighing heavily, followed them into the woods.
The woods were dark, but that’s where the tracks had led her. The twin ruts pushing deep beneath the canopy, the passage of Skye’s car and her caravan easy to spot by the amount of crushed bracken and broken twigs they had left in their wake. It was a wonder, Chrissie thought, that the caravan was still in one piece and she walked on, feeling nervous in the gloom and wishing she’d brought a torch. There seemed to be noises everywhere at night and although she knew it was just creatures rustling about in the undergrowth, she frequently stopped and drew in her breath, chiding herself for being so jumpy and imagining how Harry would laugh if he could see her now.
Then she caught the scent of burning wood and her heart lurched in her chest.
Skye, she thought, sniffing the air. She’s lit her fire.
But which way? Which way do I go?
She looked up, hoping to see a trail of smoke, but the canopy of leaves were too closely knitted together to see a thing and she quickly gave up.
Instead she sniffed, worried stupid that her nose would become too quickly accustomed to the smell and leave her stranded again, before she finally remembered that she’d been following a trail and that all she had to do was continue to track the caravan’s clumsy progress as it blundered its way through the woods.
Eventually she came to it. Skye’s caravan. It’s scratched and battered frame standing in the middle of a huddled circle of trees. Grey smoke drifting from the little chimney whilst a pale, yellow light spilt from beneath a gap in the curtain.
Feeling furtive, Chrissie pressed her eye to it, conscious of the fact that she could have just knocked on the door and walked in, but wanting instead to see what Skye was doing and whether she was still crying over her, or worse, spoiling for a fight..
Skye was doing neither. She was sitting on the sofa, the light from a dozen candles illuminating the interior of the caravan as she set down the cup of tea she’d been drinking from and bent across to stoke the fur of her sleeping cat.
She mouthed something, Chrissie could not tell what, and then got up, crossing over to where a small fire glowed merrily in a wrought iron grate.
The smoke I saw, Chrissie thought and instinctively looked up, drawing her eyes down again in time to see Skye place another couple of logs amid the embers and then retire back to the sofa, where sitting down, she balanced her feet on the edge of the table and undid her bathrobe.
Completely naked underneath, the sight of Skye’s body made Chrissie draw in a sharp breath, and with her pulse quickening, she stared as Skye tucked the edges of her bathrobe behind her and spread her legs.
Then her hands roamed, up the sides of her body and down over her breasts and stomach. She cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and blew gently on her nipples, making them crinkle and harden under the sudden gush of cold air. Pinching them between thumb and forefinger, she closed her eyes, her legs instinctively following suit before they opened again as the sensation went straight down to her pussy.
She moaned, a tiny sound Chrissie just about heard from her position outside the window, and her right hand slid down her belly, reaching for the soft down growing between her legs. She cupped herself, cradling her whole vagina in her hand whilst continuing to squeeze her nipple. Groaning again, Skye bit her bottom lip as the hand between her legs spread apart her pussy lips, exposed the soft, pink folds within and then dipped a single finger into the vel
vety softness where she began to stroke herself.
Her legs spread wider, and leaving her nipple, she then reached behind her and burying her hand in the pocket of her bathrobe, produced a pale, pink dildo made up of three small balls welded together.
She flicked it on and a low buzzing filled the caravan. And feeding it into her mouth, Skye allowed it to warm up for a moment before pressing it hard against her clit.
“ Chrissie.” She moaned, and playing it up and down her swollen slit, covered it in pussy juices.
Outside, Chrissie nearly choked. She was thinking about her! While she was playing with herself! Fucking hell!
“ Chrissie.” Skye moaned again and sliding the dildo smoothly inside her cunt, allowed it to disappear almost completely before she gradually started to fuck herself.
Watching, Chrissie nearly came herself, and clamping a hand between her legs, felt the first prickle of lust spread hotly between her thighs.
Meanwhile, Skye continued to fuck herself, taking her time, making the most of each of the dildo’s three components as she fed them in and out of her soaking wet hole until her hips started to leave the sofa.
Christ, Chrissie thought, and barely breathing, watched as Skye’s other hand came down and reached for her clit, where burying her fingers into the glistening folds, she rubbed the swollen, pink nub in time to the rhythm of the dildo, throwing her head back against the sofa as she fucked herself hard and stroked her clit at the same time, her desire beginning to mount as lust took over and pushed her inevitably to orgasm.
She came hard. Driving the dildo deep inside herself and holding it there as her fingers rubbed once more at her clit and then tipped her over the edge. She called Chrissie’s name. The desperation in her voice only fuelling her orgasm as she shuddered twice and then lay still, the dildo sliding wetly from her as she reached for her bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders.
Chrissie knocked on the door.
“ Fuck me.” She said, starting to remove her coat even as Skye smiled a bemused greeting. “ Fuck me like you just fucked yourself. Please.”