199 Steps to Love

by Pauline George

  However, Lucy and Jamie had only just met and all they’d had was what really amounted to a holiday fling. Lucy began to doubt anything would have come of it, no matter how much she felt for Jamie.

  Wow where did that come from?

  Was it true, did she have feelings for Jamie?

  At least with Frankie, Lucy got the impression she was not the marrying kind, which was okay with Lucy as she’d done the married family thing and all she wanted at this precise moment was fun.

  IT WAS THURSDAY when Lucy heard from Frankie asking if she was free for dinner on Friday.

  “As it happens, I was going to wash my hair,” Lucy teased.

  “Well wash it early and come over to my place for dinner.” Frankie gave her the address and directions, which was just as well as the only time Lucy had been there was in a cab on her way back for a night-cap. Her journey home the next morning was taken in a post coital blur.

  “What time shall I come over?”

  “I’m doing dinner for eight, so any time after seven-thirty will be great.”

  “Okay, can I bring anything?”

  “Some wine. We’re having steak so red would be good. I’ll leave it up to you, or beer if you prefer.”

  “Wine will be perfect. I’ll get some on the way over.”

  Lucy was excited at seeing Frankie again, but not sure if it was Frankie or the sex she was more excited about. Ever since Whitby she’d been like a bitch on heat.

  Lucy couldn’t seem to get enough. It was as if she was trying to make up for lost time. Maybe she was a sex addict, which was fine as she was having so much fun.

  Lucy laughed to herself. She would never have believed it if someone else had come to her with the same scenario.

  She realised it was time she talked to Vanessa.

  Lucy wanted to tell her friend what was going on for her. She also wanted some assurances she wasn’t going to go to hell in a hand basket for being a tart where sex was concerned. Vanessa answered the phone on the first ring.

  “Blimey, woman, were you sitting on the damn thing?”

  “No, but I was sitting right next to it. How are you?”

  “Good, better than good. Actually I have some news, but I don’t want to tell you over the phone.”

  “Now I’m intrigued.”

  “I thought you would be. How do you fancy coming over for dinner on Saturday? I’m doing your favourite, homemade curry.”

  “Oh you have to tell me more, you can’t leave me in suspense. You know how impatient I am.”

  “No, Vanessa, you’ll have to wait. Come over around seven, and we’ll have a good old chinwag. I’ll make up the spare room so you can stay if you want.”

  “You’re such a tease, Lucy, but I’ll wait. At least it’s only a couple of days.”

  LUCY STARTED TO get ready with a leisurely soak in the bath. She was looking forward to having a nice relaxing evening, and hopefully staying over. She didn’t remember being like this when she was getting ready to go out with a boyfriend.

  What Lucy did remember was that she only had a few boyfriends. And the first time she did it, she wondered what all the fuss was about. She was only just sixteen so she put it down to inexperience on both parts. But then none of her other boyfriends lit her fire. Although the sex was pleasant enough, there was never the passion she felt when she was with a woman. Although she’d only been with two women, she’d experienced more with them than in the whole of her straight life. How sad was that?

  Lucy put her thoughts to one side. She’d been going over the same ground and needed to forget it all now. She dressed casually in a pair of dark blue jeans with a button down shirt over a vest top. She surveyed herself in the mirror and hoped Frankie would like what she was wearing.

  Juggling two bottles of wine, she’d bought a red and white, Lucy managed to press the doorbell without dropping them in the process.

  “Hi, you look good,” Frankie said, and took the wine from her.

  “Thank you.” Lucy followed Frankie in and closed the door behind her. They went into the kitchen, where Frankie put the white in the fridge to chill and opened the red to breathe.

  “Do you want a glass of red? I opened a bottle earlier and had a couple of glasses while I got dinner ready.”

  “Yes please, but first I want a kiss.”

  Lucy put her hands on Frankie’s hips and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

  “Wow, that’s a nice greeting,” Frankie said. “Dinner, we need to eat first and then we can play.”

  Lucy felt the loss as Frankie moved away, but guessed at the reason.

  “That’s definitely a plan I can go for.”

  Lucy set the table while Frankie cooked the steaks. Once they were done she served them onto warmed plates. Frankie put them on the table and added dishes of buttered new potatoes, baby sweet corn and carrots so they could help themselves. Lucy refreshed their wine glasses and was pleased at how well they worked together. The thought briefly crossed her mind that maybe they could have a relationship. But then she remembered what Alexi said about Frankie being more of a one night stand sort of woman. Still here she was having a second date, perhaps Frankie was changing.

  “What are you up to over the weekend? Are you free or do you have to work?” Lucy wasn’t sure what hours Frankie worked, bearing in mind it was her own business.

  “I’m working Saturday but I do have Sunday off. I suppose as an office worker you have the whole weekend off?”

  “I do indeed, and I’ll be following the exciting pursuit of housework. Although I do have a friend coming for dinner on Saturday, and she may stay until Sunday.”

  “Is that a friend with benefits?”

  Lucy nearly choked on her steak and had to wash it down with wine. She thought of her and Vanessa as friends with benefits and shook her head laughing.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Vanessa is a friend I’ve known forever and she is just a friend, not like you and Mandy.”

  “Okay, I just wondered that’s all.”

  “I’ll have to tell Vanessa, she’ll laugh her head off. She’s the epitome of a man’s woman. She’s been married three times and has two grown up boys.”

  They finished their meal, and once everything was cleared away, they replenished their wine and sat on the sofa. Lucy felt there was an air of excited expectancy about Frankie this evening and wondered why. But as soon as Frankie kissed her, Lucy forgot that thought and returned the kiss, which became more fevered.

  “Let’s take this upstairs, Lucy.” Frankie got up and pulled Lucy with her.

  When they got to the bedroom they continued kissing.

  “Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?” Mandy stood leaning on the door jamb watching Frankie and Lucy.

  Before Lucy could say anything, Mandy walked over and kissed her. Lucy could do nothing but return the searing kiss, as she was becoming very aroused. She was sandwiched between the two of them as they took turns kissing her.

  Frankie took Lucy’s hand and led her to the bed, where she got her to lay down, with Frankie on one side and Mandy the other side of Lucy, who resumed kissing her. Lucy couldn’t get enough. Frankie started to unbutton Lucy’s shirt and gently pushed away her protesting hand.

  “It’s okay, just relax.” Frankie’s voice was very soothing and Lucy did just that.

  The rest of her buttons were undone and Frankie sat Lucy up to take the shirt off. Mandy pulled the vest top over her head and Frankie undid her bra, revealing Lucy’s breasts with their very erect nipples. Mandy caressed one of her breasts while Frankie got up and undressed completely. She came back to the bed and kissed Lucy as Mandy also undressed. Then Mandy helped Frankie get Lucy’s jeans and panties off. They were all completely naked and as they lay back down Lucy started to protest.

  “I’m—er—not—er really sure about this. I mean—”

  Mandy cut her protestations off by resuming her toe curling kisses.

  “Don’t worr
y, Lucy, we’re not going to hurt you. We just want to make love to you,” Frankie whispered softly in Lucy’s ear.

  She then kissed Lucy’s erect nipple and pulled it into her mouth, sucking hard. Lucy’s hips twitched as the sensation went directly to her clit. The feel of the warm naked bodies on either side of her pushed all thoughts of right and wrong from Lucy. She was totally overwhelmed by the wonderfully erotic feelings.

  Mandy ran her hand down Lucy’s side and over her hip until she reached Lucy’s now very wet centre. She stopped kissing Lucy and moved to suck her other breast as Frankie shifted her attention to kissing Lucy. Frankie's hand moved to join Mandy's, and between the two of them they were bringing Lucy to a mind-blowing orgasm she could feel building in the pit of her stomach.

  Lucy’s hands were stuck by her sides, but she so wanted to touch the two women. She wanted to feel their wetness on her fingers and the hardness of their clits. Lucy wanted to give them as much pleasure as she was experiencing. She wriggled until she freed her hands and reached down to both Frankie and Mandy. She heard sharp intakes of breath as she touched their centres, which were wet and ready for her. Their clits were stiff and engorged, pulsing under her ministrations, which almost sent Lucy over the edge.

  It seemed like hands and mouths were everywhere, giving and receiving pleasure. Breaths were coming in short gasps and all the women were very close to exploding. Suddenly Lucy’s hips bucked high off the bed as her orgasm hit with such a force she had to concentrate on keeping her hands where they were. She felt both women stiffen as they crashed into their orgasms, with each of them touching and kissing until they were quiet and all that could be heard were soft, satisfied moans.

  As the women’s breathing returned to normal, Lucy realised she was extremely thirsty. She got up on shaky legs to go to the kitchen.

  “Water, I need water,” was all she managed to croak out, her throat was so dry.

  Lucy went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. As she thought about what had just happened she shuddered, partly with pleasure and partly with a modicum of disgust. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that.

  She knew in her heart of hearts that having sex with two other people, no matter their gender, wasn’t something she should be doing. Although the more she thought about it, a tingle of pleasure shot to her centre and she instantly became ready again. Was she that sex starved, or maybe she was totally depraved. Whatever, she wanted more.

  She gulped down half the water in one go, which left her gasping for breath. She didn’t know exactly how she felt. Everything had happened so quickly that she didn’t have time to make any protestations. She had to admit she enjoyed it and was too turned on to have left. She never thought she’d have a three-some, especially at her age. Smiling to herself, she pulled two more bottles of water from the fridge and made her way back upstairs. As she got to the top of the stairs Lucy could hear voices and was curious as to what was being said. She stood to the side of the bedroom door and listened.

  “Wow, Frankie, that was incredible. I can’t believe we’ve waited so long to do that.”

  “Yeah it was, wasn’t it? I told you Lucy would be great. I think my persuasive charm worked a treat on her initial reluctance, along with the wine.”

  Lucy grinned to herself.

  “It was absolutely fantastic. Lucy has a great body for her age.”

  There was a lull and Lucy heard what sounded like kissing.

  She realised they were starting without her.

  “Mandy, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long while.”

  Lucy wasn’t sure if she was flattered or not by that statement.

  “Me too, I definitely want a second round when Lucy comes back. What about you?”

  “Nah, I’m good. I’d rather fuck you with my cock.” More sounds of kissing with moans.

  “What’s this, Frankie turning down another session with the three of us?”

  “I wanted to see what it was like, and I thought Lucy would be up for it. Let’s face it she’s newly out and game for just about anything.”

  “Is that why you hooked up with her then?”

  “No not really. At first I was going to take her to a gay bar, get her introduced and let her take it from there.”

  “What changed your mind?” Mandy asked. “I must admit she’s really sexy and I’d certainly be interested.”

  “Oh yeah she’s sexy, that’s for sure, but a bit old for me. You know I like them younger. But I couldn’t resist giving it a go. Even though she wasn’t up for the strap-on, I still thought she’d be ripe for a three way.”

  “Why didn’t you tell her what you wanted?”

  “Didn’t want to risk her running off, this way she’d hopefully be too wet and ready to refuse. It was still a risk, but a small one.”

  “Well I’m glad I joined in, it was definitely something I wanted to do. I hope Lucy is up for another round, ’cos I’m as horny as hell now. Are you sure you don’t want to do it again?”

  More moaning and kissing came from the bedroom as Lucy stood outside eavesdropping, and not liking some of what she was hearing.

  “I don’t fancy another go with Lucy, but definitely another three-way soon. I’m sure we can find someone else who’s younger.”

  “You’re not very nice sometimes, Frankie.”

  “I know, but you still love me don’t you?”

  There was a sharp intake of breath from Mandy and Lucy decided she’d heard enough. She walked into the bedroom and saw Frankie with her head in between Mandy’s thighs.

  “Well I guess you two can manage without me.”

  Lucy threw the bottles of water on the bed and grabbed her clothes. Frankie stopped what she was doing and looked at her.

  “There’s no need to go, babe. Stay, you can get off watching us, you may enjoy it.”

  “It’s okay, babe, I’d rather watch paint dry. No, don’t get up I can see you’re busy, I’ll see myself out.”

  Frankie shrugged and went back to what she’d been doing. Mandy at least had the good grace to look embarrassed.

  Lucy turned on her heel and went downstairs, away from the sounds of sex, to dress in the lounge. She shut the door loudly five minutes later and drove home. She wasn’t sure who she was more angry with, herself for falling for Frankie's line, Mandy who was obviously in on the whole thing, or Frankie for being exactly as Alexi had described her. She’d also been warned by the woman herself. Lucy remembered that Frankie had spoken about her reputation where she used to live. It would seem that her reputation was still intact. Lucy didn’t believe for a second that she’d been the first to be taken back to Frankie's place either. She’d been duped and didn’t like it. She came across as such a nice considerate person, keen to help Lucy know what it was like being a lesbian. But she’d had a hidden agenda, and now Lucy felt used. Even though she knew she had a choice and didn’t have to go along with it, she still did. She could have left and gone home, but her clit was in the driving seat not her brain.

  Chapter Thirteen

  DESPITE NOT GETTING home until the early hours, Lucy was up at eight, preparing dinner for Vanessa’s visit, and doing the dreaded housework. And boy did she have something to tell her now.

  Before last night there wasn’t much, except she was gay and had slept with two women. Now she’d been led by sexual desire to sleeping with two women at the same time. Would she tell Vanessa, or leave that bit out? In her head it sounded as if she was proud of what she’d done. But that wasn’t the case. She was bloody angry she’d been played by the two of them. She needed to talk about what had happened and she certainly couldn’t tell Alexi. She hoped to goodness she wouldn’t find out. Lucy got the impression Frankie wasn’t discreet. She probably didn’t even know the meaning of the word.

  Lucy hoped Frankie wouldn’t brag about it, but didn’t think she’d keep quiet and doubted that Mandy would be able to stop her either. It seemed to Lucy that Frankie had probably led Mandy to believe,
in not so many words, that Lucy was an eager and willing participant. She was, in an ambushed kind of way. But would she have gone along with it if Frankie had asked?

  Lucy wasn’t sure of the answer to that one. Jamie had told her to go and experience her new life—well she’d certainly fulfilled that order, in spades. It was perhaps an experience she didn’t need to have, but what was done—

  Lucy put some nibbles onto a couple of plates, and laid them on the coffee table.

  Just before seven the doorbell sounded and Lucy knew it would be a very curious, impatient Vanessa. Lucy didn’t keep her waiting. She opened the door and was almost knocked over by an enormous bunch of flowers.

  “Hi, Vanessa, that is you behind there, isn’t it?”

  “Yes it is,” Vanessa replied and moved the flowers so they could hug.

  “Come on in. Go through to the lounge, I’ll take these and put them in water.”

  Vanessa went into the lounge to drop her bag and then followed Lucy to the kitchen.

  “I got a couple of bottles of wine that need to chill, and I’m dying for a glass now, to know what’s going on, and not necessarily in that order.”

  “Take a breath, will you. I’m not going to keep you in suspense too much longer.”

  “I hope not. You’re positively glowing and I want to know what gorgeous hunk has put that smile on your face.”

  Lucy got a vase and roughly arranged the flowers in it. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, poured two glasses, then led the way into the lounge. All of this to give her time to think about what she was going to say.

  Finally they were seated in the lounge with the flowers brightening up the window sill. All this time Vanessa had been getting more and more agitated sighing loudly.

  “It’s not a he, it’s a she.”

  “What’s a she?”

  “The smile on my face is not from a man but a woman.”

  “I knew it!” Vanessa's shout was triumphant.

  “What did you know?”

  “That you’re gay. Well maybe not that exactly.”