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by Clare Lydon


  “I should go,” she said.

  “I know....”

  She slipped her tongue inside my mouth and I quivered inside and out. Lucy pressed her thigh in between mine and I wondered how I was going to let go of her tonight, how she was going to do the same to me. Her kisses were getting more urgent now.

  I took a gamble and pushed her gently off me, moving her with me as I twisted to face my door. I fumbled with the key trying to get it in the lock as Lucy kissed her way down my neck. Not distracting at all.

  Neither one of us spoke about the fact that she was meant to be on her way home right now. Walking in the door, I again nearly tripped over Kate’s bike and cursed. Lucy giggled at my profanity as I pulled on her hand and led her up the stairs and into the lounge.

  Once there though, I was struck with a case of shyness and was somewhat hesitant of the next stage of the evening. I busied myself by walking to the kitchen to get drinks, telling Lucy to choose something from the iPod as I left the lounge. But when I realised I had no idea what she wanted to drink I returned to find her wheeling through my collection. She looked edible and my fear multiplied.

  “Did you find something?”

  “Quite a lot about you, I think,” she said. She turned her head towards me from where she was bent over. “You’ve got quite a selection of country on here.”

  “I could lie and tell you it’s Kate’s, but I won’t,” I said, holding both my hands up. “Guilty as charged. What do you fancy?”

  “Whatever you’re having.”

  “Beer?”

  “Beer’s great.” She flashed me her killer smile.

  I gulped down my nerves and grabbed two Peronis from the fridge. When I returned, Kenny and Dolly were warbling about islands in the stream. I laughed and handed her a bottle.

  “Good choice.”

  “You can’t beat a bit of Dolly,” she said. “I took my mum to see her at Wembley – she was awesome.”

  “She is.”

  The leather sofa creaked as I sat down next to her, electricity crackling between us as our thighs touched. We both took a swig of our beer, then I twisted so I was facing Lucy. Her focus was straight ahead.

  “Nice place,” she said, putting her bottle on the coffee table and running her palms up and down her thighs. “How long has Kate been here?”

  “Since before I went to Oz, so a few years now. Pretty cool though…”

  “I’d expect it from Kate. She’s quite particular from what I know of her.”

  “Good cook too, so I can’t complain.”

  “But so are you now…”

  I leant forward to put my beer next to hers and then leaned back, taking her hand in mine and entwining our fingers. I twisted into her, kissed her lightly on the lips and felt my whole body react.

  “Now where were we?”

  She smiled her dazzling smile, kissed me back and twisted her body into mine, crossing her legs and running her foot up my shin. I leaned in closer, cupping her left breast with my right hand and kneading it gently. She responded by stroking my face as we kissed, breathing heavily as she slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I felt her smile as she kissed me.

  “You like that?” she whispered. I felt her tongue lick along my ear lobe before it dropped under my ear – her hot breath in my ear at the same time was almost too much to bear. She travelled along my jawline before kissing me passionately on the lips. After a few seconds she pulled back.

  “I have to go soon,” she said, staring into my eyes.

  “Tell me you’re joking.”

  “I’m joking.” Her eyes burned with desire.

  Instead, she began to kiss me again, swivelling her body until she was straddling my waist, our hips and bodies now locked together. She began to kiss my neck as I ground my pelvis into hers and put both hands at the top of her buttocks, pulling her into me.

  Both of us were breathless and even though we were both still fully dressed we were already in good voice – I wondered what the night ahead held. We were now into the advanced stages of frottage and if they ever do make it into an Olympic sport, I hope to be able to represent my country with honour.

  I caressed her lips with mine, reaching up under her shirt to try to unhook her bra – I was out of practice and couldn’t do it. She laughed, reaching behind herself but I pushed her hand away and tried again with both hands, causing her to fall into me and kiss the top of my head.

  As I succeeded, I slid both hands around to the front and pushed up with my pelvis. In response, Lucy slipped her top off over her head and shook off her now unclasped bra to reveal full, gorgeous breasts. I touched them as if they were breakable, making sure to take it all in, running my fingers over her soft skin and dark nipples.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said. I reached up and pulled her towards me again but after a couple of seconds she pushed away and stood up. She held my gaze as she stood in front of me, a blaze of smooth skin and breathtakingly sexy. I was spellbound.

  “Shall we?” She held out her hand and I took it without hesitation. “Lead the way then. This is my first time here remember?” she said. I kissed her and tugged on her hand, stopping momentarily as she ran back to retrieve her discarded clothing.

  Once in my room we fell onto the bed kissing, Lucy pulling at my shirt. I sat up and went to unbutton it, but she slapped my hands.

  “Let me,” she said. She expertly slipped each button loose, pushing it back and kissing my collarbone, breasts, stomach. She reached round to undo my bra, managed it first time and slipped it off, bending down to kiss my left nipple as she tossed the bra aside. I sighed with pleasure as she teased my nipple, circling it with her tongue and nibbling it gently. Within seconds she was lurking over me on all fours, her breasts delicious above me. She reached down with her right hand to undo my belt, unzip my jeans, slip her hand inside them and press down firmly. I cried out. Fucking hell, I was so ready.

  “Are you always this easy?” she said.

  “Not always,” I said. Her hand was still on my crotch and I could feel myself pulsing.

  “God, you’re sexy.” I never claimed to be a poet when put in this situation. She smiled though and it seemed like I’d said the right thing.

  Lucy slipped off my jeans, then worked upwards from my feet, kissing my legs and licking the back of my knees. When she sunk her teeth into my arse I let out a squeal which made her chuckle. I felt her breath in my ear seconds later.

  “Was that a good squeal or a bad squeal?” she asked. I swallowed down.

  “Good,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just unexpected.” I felt her grin beside me before running her tongue over my ear again and my body shuddered.

  Next thing I knew I was on my back and I could feel my sweat against the sheets. She slid my pants off, then her breasts were tantalisingly in my face. But before I could touch she put her whole weight on top of me, pressing her naked body into mine. Her skin fully against mine felt glorious and we both let out low moans.

  “Jesus,” I said.

  After teasing me some more she finally manoeuvred her body and reached down between my open legs, slipping through my liquid heat. My whole body rocked and I was overwhelmed with pleasure at the feel of her inside me, her leaning on me, her breath on my face. As she slid in and out I felt my body responding, pushing my hips up so she could go deeper. Within minutes I felt the slow, steady build of an orgasm begin but then Lucy began to concentrate on my clit. I was close.

  She began nibbling on my neck and whispered: “Come for me baby.”

  And that was it. With those few words, she tipped me over the edge. As my body exploded, my back arched and I moaned loudly, Lucy proved herself adept by thrusting back into me. All manner of kaleidoscopic rainbows played in my head – she was that good. After a few moments I put my hand down to hers to stop her for the moment. She went to pull out but I shook my head.

  “Stay for a while,” I whispered.

  “Okay,” she said, kissing my breast softly b
efore laying on top of me. I could feel myself hugging her fingers inside, not wanting to let her go. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling down at me. I reached up and kissed her.

  “You’re beautiful.” I touched the side of her face. She smiled but looked bashful.

  “So are you.” We held each other’s gaze for a second.

  It was that moment – the time when you’ve just had sex with someone and you feel the connection. I wanted to stop time and stay in that moment forever, Sky Plus it and play it back again and again – my whole being fizzed with the absolute glory of it. It was wordless, but it just was.

  Cut that moment down the middle and it would have had both our names carved through its core – it was ours and ours alone. I knew she felt it too because within seconds she was kissing me again, softly but urgently, wanting to prolong the moment, not wanting reality to bruise it. I kissed her back and the moment stayed. It was going nowhere. This was clearly our time.

  I took advantage and reached up and into Lucy while she was still on top of me. She sucked in breath, her body bucked a little, then she kissed me again as the moment deepened. It was this kind of instance that makes people cry out that they love each other in the throes of passion. I concentrated hard on not doing that on our first date.

  After a few moments, Lucy adjusted herself on top of me, got her rhythm and I steadied myself as she ground herself into me. It was intense, with pure unrivalled lust driving the show – we’d both been waiting for this, imagined it in our beds throughout the week. I drew her head towards me and fucked her fast, plunging my tongue into her as I did, twisting and thrusting into her wetness with my skilled hand. She responded as I knew she would. This was going to be a long night.

  As she clutched my hand and came, her body straining from the effort, she fell into me, her head on my shoulder. I kissed her neck, then gently manoeuvred her over onto her back. She looked pleased with the new situation.

  “You didn’t think you were done, did you?” I licked her ear before moving down to her delectable breasts.

  “I was hoping not.”

  She breathed out heavily, running her hand absentmindedly through my hair. I carried on kissing down her body, licked her flat stomach, circled her belly button and then I was licking her inner thigh, clamping down on her sex. There was nowhere to hide. Within minutes she was arching her body too, releasing herself under my insistent tongue, pushing my head away, telling me she could take no more. I kissed her some more and made my way up to the pillow, kissed her cheek, her mouth and laid beside her. We were silent for at least a minute.

  “Wow,” I said. I had that utter lack of coherence that only overtakes you right after orgasm.

  “Mmmm,” she replied. Her eyes were closed.

  She shook her head gently and grinned from ear to ear. I trailed my hand up the side of her face and she turned her head to kiss my hand. After a few minutes simply staring at each other, she rolled on top of me and raised an eyebrow.

  “Ready to go again?”

  Chapter 20

  The sunlight slithered in under my too-light curtains the next morning way too early for either of us.

  “Too bright,” murmured Lucy. She looked so damn sexy I wanted to take a picture and frame it for my wall.

  “Let me make a call and I’ll tell them to turn the sun down,” I said. I kissed her cheek. She opened one eye cautiously.

  “What time is it?”

  I rolled over and hit the light button on my alarm clock. It read 9:05. I estimated we’d had around five hours sleep.

  “You’ve got to be at the airport in three hours to pick up your cousin.”

  “Shit,” she said. She moved onto her back and opened both eyes. “I think my eyes are dead.”

  “Good job you’re an optician then.”

  She rolled into me and buried her head in my chest.

  “Damn my cousin and his terrible timing,” she mumbled. After a few minutes of listening to each other’s breathing and revelling in the other’s body heat, she pulled away slightly and propped herself up on one arm. She looked me directly in the eye and smiled wickedly.

  “So who are you again?”

  I grinned. “The woman your mother warned you about.”

  “Ah yes. I’ve been waiting for your call.” She kissed me deeply and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

  “This is not getting you to the airport,” I said.

  In response, she wrapped her leg around my outer thigh and I felt her hand slide from my breast down my stomach and beyond. I sucked in breath and my insides sprawled as she pressed her tongue into my mouth. I stopped talking. Before I knew it, she’d moved her body stealth-like on top of me and was buried deep inside me, fucking me gently, pressing herself into me and making me wonder why all mornings didn’t start just like this. I spread my legs and moved my hips, feeling how wet I was and savouring the moment. It wasn’t long before I came, more quietly this morning but no less satisfying.

  “You were saying about being that woman...” She smiled down at me. 24 hours ago I hadn’t even kissed her, now she was lying naked, inches away from my face. Life was a funny thing wasn’t it?

  “I take it all back. Now I think about it, I think you’re the woman my mother warned me about,” I said. “But I distinctly remember she said you’d be blonde so maybe I’m mistaken.”

  She laughed gently, sliding off me.

  “Your mum was far more descriptive than mine.”

  “Can we stop talking about my mum now?” I said.

  “Not appropriate first date pillow talk?”

  “Not really,” I said. I groaned as she extracted herself from me.

  “So how would you rate this first date?” she asked. With my body falling into the bed in my post-orgasmic state, I smiled at her weakly.

  “You can come again.”

  “I hope so,” she said. She kissed my shoulder. “But with incredible bad timing, now I have to go. I hate my family, did I mention that?”

  “A couple of times.”

  “You’re too delicious to leave.” She kissed me again.

  “I could come with you.”

  She sat up and considered it for a moment but shook her head.

  “It’d be a bit weird. I don’t want him to feel like he’s playing gooseberry to a couple who’ve been up half the night having sex, which is exactly how it would be.” She paused. “Have you got dinner at your parents today did you say?”

  I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Tomorrow thank god. Today I plan to sleep, eat processed food and watch Match Of The Day. All the while wearing a stupid grin thinking back to last night.”

  “I’m so jealous,” she said.

  “You can lie in tomorrow while I face the wrath of my family. And with Kate smirking at me the whole time.”

  “Have a couple of glasses of wine and it’ll be fine,” she said. “Besides, won’t Kate be too busy fending off your mum’s advances?”

  “That sounds very weird coming out of your mouth.”

  “It sounded just as weird when you told me last night,” she said. “I’ll have to make sure your mum’s as crazy about me, won’t I?”

  “You’re planning on meeting her then are you?”

  Lucy blushed, realising what she’d said and I felt bad for pointing it out. I stroked her back.

  “My mum’s going to love you so you have no worries on that score. If for nothing else than you’re an optician and in her eyes that is a Proper Job.”

  She smiled, placated. “I hope so, because I plan on coming back.”

  “I’m pleased to hear it.”

  We kissed again, our lips drawn to each other like two halves of the same magnet.

  “This was the problem last night, I recall.”

  “I only came in for a coffee, I’ve no idea what happened.” She grinned devilishly.

  “Witchcraft I think. Now go before I take you hostage for the day and tie you up.”

  “I thought we agre
ed that was a third-date scenario.”

  She climbed on top of me and ground her naked body into mine. I raised my eyebrows.

  “I’m going,” she said, holding up both palms in defence. “I’m just getting my money’s worth before I leave.”

  “Charming,” I said. She hoiked herself off me.

  “Can I use your shower? I should at least try to look presentable for Chris shouldn’t I?”

  “Course – take my dressing gown.” I pointed to where it was hanging on the back of the bedroom door. “And there are towels on the shelf in the bathroom.”

  Lying there listening to the water cascade on Lucy’s body, it took me back to Ange and how different this felt. That morning I’d woken up tasting regret. Today though, my only regret was that Lucy had to rush off and we couldn’t stay like this all day. Still, it would probably stop us becoming a lesbian cliché and moving in together tomorrow.

  I mused on my favourable situation, flexing my toes, stretching my fingers and moving my head from side to side in a bid to stretch out my body. I must have dozed off though, because the next thing I knew Lucy was shaking me awake, standing next to the bed shower-fresh in my white dressing gown.

  “I’m going to be late and it’s your fault,” she said. She rubbed her hair vigorously with a towel. As she leant forward, the gown fell open slightly and I could see her breasts through the gap.

  “Can you check the tube lines for me on my phone?”

  I picked up Lucy’s iPhone from the bedside table and obediently opened the underground app. Unusually, all the London underground lines were running fine on this particular Saturday morning which Lucy was pleased about, giving me a thumbs up as she let the gown drop to the floor. She was naked now and I was staring. I couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous and completely unselfconscious. I was still a little shy when it came to that but Lucy had no such qualms and why should she, with a body like hers? Petite, toned and tanned. She reached down for her pants from the floor and hopped into them.

 

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