by Penny Henry
“Aah, yes indeed, Beth, prepare to be shocked," began Asif cheerfully. "There was one time…"
"Don't you dare!" called Ali as the kitchen door closed behind the chatting pair. "I'm warning you, Asif."
Ali's words were lost against the kitchen door and the sound of laughter as Asif and Beth shared the joke at Ali's expense. The merry sounds in the kitchen brought a warm glow to Ali's breast. She chatted with Vindia and waited for Asif to announce that dinner was served. There was not long to wait and the table was already set in the dining room when the food began to arrive. Asif had made a spicy avocado and black bean salad to go with enough spare ribs and steaming bowls of rice to feed an army. It was a welcome change from the mean portions of haute cuisine to which Beth had become accustomed to at the trendy restaurants that Darren insisted on dragging her into. The conversation was frivolous and conducted at feverish pitch as Ali and Asif battled to best each other. Beth was totally at ease with Ali's likeable brother and his patient wife. She was relaxed in a way that she hadn't been since― since that stolen night with Tom. Thoughts of the big man tumbled through her brain. She heaved a sigh and smiled at the company round the table. She was here with Ali. She would not allow herself to be distracted. Occasionally she would catch Ali's eye and they would be caught in each other's gaze until Asif or Vindia diverted them with a witty quip.
"So, Beth, what do you think of my tomboy sister," asked Asif as they savored the last of the cheesecake, scraping the large round dish as clean as a cat's tongue would do.
"Tomboy?" That would have been the last thing that Beth ever imagined Ali to be. "Surely not, Ali is the model banker, courteous, refined, infinitely patient and full of good advice, need I go on?"
"No, please don't," pleaded Asif. "You would have a different opinion if you had seen her terrorizing the neighborhood on her trusty Yamaha 125 when she was a kid."
"Really?" Beth was interestedly. She turned to Ali with an amused smile. "I sure the neighbors grew to love that distinctive smell of Bell-Ray two-stroke motor oil." She had her own memories of the quick high-revving Japanese motorbike that her brother adored. "I noticed a bike parked up outside, don't tell me that big machine belongs to you, Ali?"
"No, that's mine," cut in Asif. "It’s an old Yamaha DV 600. It goes like a bat out of hell but I don’t get to use it much. I had to buy a car for my job. I’m in insurance and I travel quite a bit - and Ali's lost her nerve."
"I have so not lost my nerve," declared Ali. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin. "I just consider it beneath the dignity of a senior bank employee to turn up on an oily motorbike."
"My Yamaha is not oily, if you don't mind," protested Asif, with his pride mortally wounded.
"Of course, the Yamaha is a man's bike," said Beth casually.
Ali rounded on her. "Beth, I expected more from you than that. I can beat the pants of my brother any day of the week.”
They talked for an hour, first about bikes and then about life until Vindia reminded her talkative husband that he had an early meeting in the morning. Asif worked for a major Life Insurance company. He wanted more out of life but he enjoyed the freedom that his job gave him and took great pleasure in helping people. He was the kind of man of whom lately Beth had met too few.
Asif and Vindia said goodbye at the door and left Beth and Ali to make their own farewells. Ali owned a place in town and Beth had a hotel to go to. Beth hadn’t found it odd that they had met at Asif’s house and not at Ali’s home. She had other things to think about. The night was chilly and Ali had brought a light jacket to wrap around her shoulders. Beth walked at her side, kicking her heels and seeking a way to make the evening last. They had reached Ali's car, dragging their feet in silence before Beth came up with something.
"I have an idea that I'd like to discuss with you sometime, Ali. Do you think we could arrange a meeting soon?"
"Would tomorrow be soon enough?" asked Ali as they stood facing each other at the side of her car.
Beth looked surprised at the rapid answer. "Can you fit me in at such short notice? I wouldn't want to deprive your other clients."
"It's not a problem, Beth. I was due to fly up to Manchester in the morning but the meeting was cancelled late this afternoon. I have nothing but paperwork to keep me in the office tomorrow." She paused before gazing into Beth’s emerald eyes and saying huskily, "So, if you want me, Beth, I'm all yours." Ali wasn't talking about the meeting and they both knew it.
Beth reached out to hold her gently by the shoulders. "Thank you for this evening, Ali. I've had a wonderful time. Asif and Vindia are a lovely couple. I'd forgotten what it's like to be in the company of real people."
"You know that they don't know who you are, don't you, Beth?"
"Would they have treated me any differently if they had?"
"No," she answered honestly.
"That's what I like about them, Ali." She gulped and her voice softened. "And that's what I like about you."
She could have been bending her head to kiss Ali on the cheek or whisper goodbye but her eyes closed and their lips met. It was a kiss that Beth had waiting for forever. Ali’s lips were soft and warm against her mouth. Beth’s head swam as she pulled Ali against her thumping breast. There was no sense and no reason. And she didn't give it a second thought.
Ali surrendered to the arms that encircled her slender body, sliding up her hands to touch Beth’s face, clinging to her like a drowning soul to a piece of timber. The kiss deepened and Ali’s mouth opened to accept Beth’s tongue. Her fingers curled in Beth’s sweater as the longed for sensation swamped her senses. She had never dreamt that it would be like this, so powerful and utterly consuming. She pressed against Beth’s body as gentle hands roamed across her back. Beth’s hand was sliding down her spine, cupping her bottom, pulling Ali into the warm thigh that had eased between Ali’s parted legs. Ali responded shamelessly, pressing her mouth to Beth’s and grinding onto her thigh. They felt the heat of each other’s sex. Moist and willing, aching to be a part of each other and disbelieving the intensity of their emotions.
Tiny moans escaped their throats as they clung together and somehow Ali’s flimsy top was lifted. Beth's cool hands were on her skin. Beth was caressing the tingling flesh of her back and stroking the satin skin of her shoulders. Her touch was sending tingling surges of electricity to wherever her fingers paused. They forced themselves against each other. Jerking hard and barely keeping their balance until sharing an orgasm that left them both breathless. Ali was at the point of swooning. She was almost overcome with tears as the kiss weakened and their lips reluctantly left each other's mouths. She leant her head against Beth’s heaving breasts as she struggled for breath, feeling the blood pounding in her ears, wanting to crawl inside Beth’s skin.
"Ali." Beth’s voice was hoarse and barely audible. "What are we doing?" Her hands wandered aimlessly in soft, caring strokes across Ali’s back.
Ali refused to answer, her mind screaming at Beth to say nothing, to make the moment last.
"Ali, I… I'm supposed to be marrying Darren."
She hadn't said she loved him.
"We were caught up in the high spirits of the evening."
“The high spirits of the evening...” repeated Ali softly.
"It shouldn't have happened. We both know that. I've had a wonderful evening and we went too far. I’m sorry." She gripped Ali by the upper arms and held her away. "We can get past this, Ali."
Ali was unable to raise her head to look Beth in the eye, afraid of what she might read. Beth was using reason on her and it worked both ways.
"Of course we can, Beth. We can move on." She sniffed back a tear and found the strength to look up. Beth was smiling at her, letting her down lightly. "I will understand if you don't wish our professional arrangement to continue."
Beth looked horrified and dropped her hands from Ali’s shoulders, breaking their last point of contact and causing a chill to run through Ali's spine. "I wouldn't h
ear of it!" she said loudly. "Who would watch my back, then?" Beth was grinning foolishly. "I expect to see you at ten-thirty sharp in the morning, Miss Patel. We've got a lot to discuss so don't make any other plans."
Ali couldn't suppress a grin. "Okay, Miss Thomas, ten-thirty sharp it is. And you're buying lunch." She made a move towards the door of her car. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up the pretence. She knew it was wrong to keep the appointment but a little of Beth's time was better than never seeing her again. "Goodnight, Beth." She slammed the door behind her without waiting for a reply, started the car and pulled away without looking back. They had shared dinner and an embrace that had reached into their souls. Her tears she would cry alone.
Beth watched the Peugeot’s rear lights until Ali turned the corner and the throaty note of the exhaust faded into the night. The kiss they shared had been long and sensual. The thrilling kiss had stood the hairs on the nape of her nape of her neck on end and reached down to create panic among the butterflies in her stomach. Darren had never kissed her with such intensity. She had barely restrained herself from dragging Ali to her car and kidnapping her, stripping her naked and licking every inch of her glorious body. Something had stopped her. She couldn’t figure out what. She had wanted more than just sex with Ali. Beth was totally confused, mixed up and at a loss to explain the deep attraction that Ali exerted upon her. She had surprised Beth with her easy acceptance of Beth’s lame excuse. Perhaps Ali had not been so surprised. Maybe Ali was more experienced than she imagined. Maybe she had done this sort of thing before. Beth doubted it. She turned thoughtfully towards the Ford Mondeo. She had wanted more. There was a throbbing between her legs that she couldn’t ignore.
Chapter Eight
The lights in Lucy’s apartment were on. Darren’s car wasn’t parked anywhere that she could see.
Lucy answered the intercom and buzzed her in. Beth took the stairs, giving herself time to calm down. There was a different tremble in her stomach. She knew why she was there.
“Come in, Beth.”
Beth looked round the room. The lights were dimmed and there was a comfortable sofa pushed away from the retro sheepskin rug in front of the glowing, coal-effect fire. A dining table was set in an alcove. There was music playing in the background. Apart from the rug the place looked the same. She could see into the corridor and the doors to the separate bedrooms were closed. She hadn’t come to snoop.
“Hello, Lucy.” Beth turned her eyes on the elegant blonde. She had been given time to freshen up and maybe to slip into what she was wearing now while Beth had climbed the stairs. She had on a gypsy blouse with the top crossing the curves of her braless bosom and a flared black skirt. She was breathing heavily.
“I wondered when you’d show up.”
“Everything worked out and here I am.”
Lucy walked up to Beth and cupped her chin. “What are you here for, Beth?”
“You’re going to fuck me.”
“Yes, Beth. I’m going to fuck you.”
Before Beth could say anything else, Lucy’s hand slipped behind her neck and pulled their faces together. She kissed Beth hard. “You’ve been naughty, Beth.” She pulled Beth at an angle before delivering a sharp smack to her rear. “I have to punish you.” Several more firm slaps landed on Beth’s bottom.
“I’m sorry, Lucy.”
“Call me miss.”
“Yes, miss. I’m sorry, miss.”
“Dance with me.”
Beth walked into Lucy’s loose arms and they swayed to the soft music. Lucy pushed her gypsy top down, exposing the smooth skin of her breasts. Her nipples were long and hard. “Do you like them, Beth?”
Beth nodded. “Yes, miss.”
“Kiss them, Beth. Suck on my nipples.”
Beth bent her mouth and fastened on one engorged nipple before dragging her mouth to the other. She pulled gently with her lips before scraping her teeth along the rigid stalks. Lucy groaned and ran her hands through her rival’s hair before lifting Beth’s face from the reddened tips. “That’s good, Beth. Dance closer.”
Lucy ran her hands round Beth’s waist and jerked her roughly. Beth gasped. Lucy was pulling her into her groin and Beth was pressing against a rigid length. Lucy was wearing a strap-on. Beth felt weak and powerless in Lucy’s grip. She felt the hot flow running down her legs. They rotated against each other for a minute before Lucy held them apart. “Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, miss.” Beth hurried. She kicked off her heels and pushed the jeans that were still damp from Ali down her legs. She tugged her sweater over her head as she stepped out of the jeans and kicked them away.
“You have an incredible body, Beth.”
“Thank you, miss.”
Lucy circled Beth slowly, trailing her fingers over Beth’s prickly flesh. Then she stood in front of Beth, placed her hands on the trembling woman’s shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Lucy pulled her gypsy top over her head before reaching to the side of her skirt and removing it with one sweep of her hand. She was wearing skin-tone stocking and suspenders with a pink strap-on springing from the tops of her thighs. Lucy’s hand knotted in Beth’s hair and guided her face towards the large phallus strapped to her groin. Beth shut her eyes and encircled the rubberized cock with her lips. She took the helmet into her mouth, licking around the rim before dipping her head and moving up and down in long, lingering strokes. Lucy gripped Beth by the hair and rocked into her mouth. Beth was breathing through her nose and sliding faster on the wet shaft. Lucy grunted and pulled Beth’s head away. They were both breathing hard and leaking onto their thighs. Lucy pulled Beth to her feet and manhandled her to the table in the alcove. “Bend over, Beth. Reach for the far side of the table.”
“Yes, miss.” Beth stretched over the wooden surface and automatically spread her legs.
Lucy moved in behind her. “You’re dripping like a whore, Beth.”
“I’m sorry, miss.” Beth raised her bottom and waited for the wet tip to press against her swollen lips. The slap from Lucy’s hand made her instinctively grip the table edge. The slaps came down harder and Beth held tighter to the edge. She lifted her buttocks to meet the punishing hand. When her hand stopped falling, Lucy’s fingers dipped inside her before soothing the burn on her glowing cheeks. The hand lifted away and Lucy slid the strap-on into Beth in one easy thrust. The strokes were long and smooth and unending. Beth’s head was swimming. She was climaxing in jerking torrents, pressing back against the rigid shaft. Then the slippery length was withdrawn. Lucy ran the head up and down the cleft in Beth’s bottom, pausing before pressing forward and pausing again. Beth tightened her grip on the edge. She didn’t care.
“Stand up, Beth.”
Beth stood and watched as Lucy unbuckled the strap-on and dropped it to the floor before sinking to the sheepskin rug and lying on her back. She spread her legs and began to tease Beth with two fingers stroking her glistening lips before circling her clitoris and plunging into the soaking entrance. She raised her hand to her mouth and seductively sucked on her fingertips.
“Come here, Beth.” Lucy adjusted her position, raising her knees and lifting her hips. “Make me cum, Beth.”
Beth walked forward before dropping to her knees and lowering her mouth to Lucy’s shiny lips. She flipped the tip of her tongue round Lucy’s distended clitoris before nibbling on the puffy flesh. Lucy’s hips rose against Beth’s flicking tongue. Beth fitted her mouth to Lucy’s swollen lips and sucked hard, stretching her tongue and circling it inside the squeezing tunnel. She barely heard Lucy’s shrieks. Beth’s mouth was locked to Lucy with her eyes tightly shut. Her hands were clinging to Lucy’s thighs and she could hear a drumming in her ears.
“Beth, Beth, stop... stop!” Beth sat back to rest on her thighs. Lucy twisted round to haul herself to her knees before shakily rising to her feet. She looked down on her beautiful slave. “Wait here.”
Beth was feeling sleepy. She allowed herself to curl up on the sheepskin
before drifting into half-sleep. Lucy had seemed shattered. Beth didn’t expect her back so soon.
“Beth! Wake up, Beth.”
Beth struggled onto her knees. Lucy was standing in front of Beth with a severe look on her face. She had changed her outfit. Shiny leather boots with vicious-looking stiletto heels cosseted her black-stockinged legs. She wore a tight corset with ridiculously tiny cups that held up her breasts and displayed them in unnatural globes. Her stiff nipples were pointing in front of her. She was carrying a variety of sex toys. In one hand she was holding a vibrator with a curved clitoral stimulator, a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a short, brutish-looking black strap-on dangling by its straps. Her other hand was gripped to the handle of a whip with several of its nine tails flicking against her leg. She looked unbelievably hot. Beth slipped back to the floor and waited. It took Lucy a second to fit the soft handcuffs to Beth’s wrists before she was pushed back to the floor by the point of Lucy’s boot. The first sting of the whip took Beth by surprise. The second and third were better. The fourth created a tingling hotspot that directly connected with her receptive vagina. The flicks were random until Beth was ordered to her hands and knees. Then they created a burning web on her buttocks that was keeping her at fever pitch. Somehow a paddle had appeared from nowhere and regular beats replaced the stinging flicks. Beth lowered her forehead to the sheepskin and kept her buttocks rising as the paddle came down. She managed a sideways glance to see Lucy rubbing herself before she gritted her teeth and spent her juices over her fingers. There was pause and a soft hum before the head of the vibrator started to destroy Beth’s sense of reality. It moved inside her and Beth guessed that it was set to stun. The curved finger touched her clitoris and she moaned continuously as the surges if pleasure rippled through her body. The vibrator worked her to a mindless, head thrashing ecstasy that was causing her to sink to the rug before it suddenly went silent and left her empty. She was left like that for what seemed an eternity before being roughly turned onto her back. Her legs were lifted with Lucy’s hands gripped to her ankles. The entry of the lethal strap-on was wonderfully slow and smooth. She was filled with its width sliding remorselessly inside her. The strokes were deep and continuous. She never thought it would end. She never wanted it to end.