Sometime after that, I remember her pulling the quilt from the sofa over us. That was the last thing I knew until she was nudging me awake.
“Wah?”
“Look, Yarrow. We’ve brought back the light.”
She was right. Through the sliding glass doors that led to the narrow deck, I saw the faintest glow on the eastern horizon. Pale orange tendrils of light parted the long night’s gloom.
Something similar stirred within me. I still felt the residual golden glow, and I knew something had changed for me on that long, dark night. Tentatively I reached out and touched the memory of my parents, of my brother Oak, expecting a raw flash of grief. Instead, I found sadness, yes, but a sadness that glinted warmly with love. I missed my family terribly, but they lived on in my memory. Finally, I thought, I might be ready to admit another family into my heart.
Slowly, gently, the wheel of life had turned.
In the end, I went to Gail’s family Christmas extravaganza. I chatted with her parents, laughed with her siblings, played with her son and nieces and nephews. They were kind enough to allow me to put a picture of my parents and Oak on the mantle, to be remembered.
I wish my parents and my brother could have met Gail. They would have loved her almost as much as I do. They would have thanked her, if they could, for bringing back the Solstice light in me.
The Instructress
Nicky B.
The smoke began to vanish with the light summer breeze; Sharon had a look of horror on her face and her hands gripped hard on the dashboard.
She sat back in her seat and looked at Suzie, her face went from shock to anger.
Suzie smiled in a hope of defusing the situation then decided that words would be better
“I love the smell of burning rubber in the morning!”
“Well, you have no problems regarding your emergency stop reaction time. How about you try not to skid next time?”
Driving instructor Sharon looked in her mirror to see the trails of tyre tracks still smoking a little on the road behind.
She had been teaching for a few years now and it was in danger of accelerating her ageing process.
Her blonde hair would disguise any grey easily but frown lines would be a different matter, though she did enjoy the job and the independence – and the chance to regularly meet new people.
Suzie felt like a naughty schoolgirl and shrank back in her seat; her humour had not gone down too well.
Her dark curly hair and low cut tops usually got her out of anything – or into it – but this driving instructor was a stern, hard nut to crack.
“Shall I drive on now?” Suzie asked sheepishly.
“Yes! Don’t forget – mirror, signal and manoeuvre – rather than cardiology!”
Suzie giggled; she could tell that her stone-faced instructor was lightening up – and why not? Sharon had a date tonight and it was certainly going to end up in her bedroom.
Suzie checked her mirror, brought the car’s clutch to biting point and peered back over her right shoulder. The engine stalled and Sharon rolled her eyes skyward.
“Airhead!” she said under her breath.
The small car finally moved off down the road. It was late afternoon and a cold chill was beginning to bite the air.
Apart from the odd hint as to which direction to drive, Sharon said nothing.
Suzie was sure she could feel herself being watched up and down but was never quite sure.
Sharon’s mobile phone began to ring; she pulled it from her handbag and clicked off the musical ring tone.
Suzie noticed her face lighting up as she saw who it was and began to talk.
“Hi sweetheart!”
Suzie expressed a look of mock disgust and was seen doing so in the process.
“Just keep driving please!” she replied with a sarcastic smile to prove her bemusement.
Suzie kept driving and was soon aware that Sharon was not taking much notice of where she was actually going – her phone conversation was becoming quite heated too.
She decided to drive to a place she knew; it was an escape spot she rarely found herself in, what with having no car of her own.
It seemed like a good idea and, on arrival, she pulled up.
“Bitch! Never call me again and stay out of my way if you know what’s good for you and your new fuck!” Sharon yelled loudly and it startled Suzie.
After sitting there for a few seconds with her head in her hands she finally looked up and remembered that she was not alone!
“Relationships, eh? More trouble than they are worth!” Suzie again tried to defuse Sharon’s anger but should have known better from the first time.
“Mind your own fucking business!” she yelled and Suzie’s jaw fell open. “Oh shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. My, girlfriend has just dumped me and is rubbing my nose in it by sleeping with my ex-husband’s new wife!” She calmed down as she spoke.
“Wow!” said Suzie. “That’s about as complicated as these things can get! Wait a minute – girlfriend?”
“Yes. I’m bisexual and, just for your information, I’m not ashamed in any shape or form!”
“You’ve been with men and women? I’ve never been with a woman but have always been a little curious!” Suzie said, as she looked Sharon up and down.
“Yes, isn’t everyone until it comes to the crunch? And then they shy away when you try to kiss them!” Sharon looked around, having realized that the car had stopped. “Where are we?”
The car was in the middle of what seemed like nowhere; it had the appearance of a wide grassy ditch that blocked out the surrounding landscape – just the sky was in view and the feeling of isolation was strong.
The dusty track they had used left the car covered with a film of dirt.
“This is a place I come to whenever I can. It gives me space to think if I am on my own and if I’m not, well, you get the idea! It’s also a good place to scream out frustrations at the top of my voice without anyone hearing.”
“Well, surely someone must hear you?”
“No, and you’ll find out why, soon!”
Sharon continued to look for a landmark to pinpoint her position. It was like a dried up river-bed, rife with weeds and overgrown grass.
It was peaceful and tranquil; Sharon could see how therapeutic it could be to spend time there.
She felt the weight of Suzie’s stare and made eye contact.
“I wouldn’t shy away if you kissed me. I know you’ve been eyeing me up all through these lessons so I’m afraid I shall have to give my gir-on-girl virginity to you!”
Sharon was aghast!
“You are sure you just are not doing it as a fashion thing? So many women do, you see, and it just spoils it for us genuine bisexuals!”
Suzie nervously took off her seatbelt and inched towards Sharon; her face was deadly serious.
“Fashion is for people who don’t have the imagination to be individual!” said Suzie as she moved closer and beyond Sharon’s personal space threshold.
Instinctively, she moved towards Suzie.
Their torsos rotated so they were lined up and they both sensed the combination of body heat and heavy breath; for a second Suzie was terrified.
Perfume and the scent of lipstick wafted under her nose; her heart raced and a hundred images went through her mind at the same time, but only for a fraction of a second.
As their lips met, Suzy felt as if a small weight had lifted inside her, the warmth of skin, the hands naturally lifting to slide around Sharon’s back.
They embraced and held tight, their lips pressed hard together.
Suzy felt the pressure release as Sharon moved back and broke off the kiss; their lips smacked with the broken suction.
They were still embraced, as they looked deep into each other’s eyes; another lifetime passed by.
Sharon moved herself closer and Suzy launched herself onto her.
Their mouths opened wide and tongues slid in deep, no more walk
ing on eggshells – Suzie wanted all she could get, and Sharon gratefully presented likewise.
They wrestled as they French kissed – hands exploring each other’s backs and legs sliding back and forth over the leather seats.
Sharon felt herself being pushed back into a forward facing position and Suzie’s body seemed to rise up without losing contact.
Before she knew it, she was sat astride her on the passenger seat.
Her short skirt had ridden up and her shoes had already been kicked off.
She finally broke off the kiss and hung on to Sharon’s shoulders, she was holding on to her hips in return and they made eye contact again.
Both of them sported huge smiles.
Sharon moved her hands from Suzie’s hips and upwards, they eventually stopped on her breasts. She could already feel the stiffness of her nipples through the bra and material.
Suzie exhaled loudly and her eyes shut tightly.
“Oooohhhh!”
Slowly her hands massaged them as if she was kneading fresh dough, she curled her fingers up to hold them and her palms pressed against the swollen nipples.
Without thinking, Sharon moved away and slid her fingertips under the hem of Suzie’s top.
The palms of her hands slid upwards over the smooth skin and around the back to the bra strap, as she fumbled with them she ran the tip of her tongue from the cleavage to under her chin.
As it passed over, Suzie looked down and extended her own tongue to meet it.
They both played as if they were sword-fighting, until the strap sprang free with a whip of elastic.
Sharon’s hands moved back down and lifted up the skimpy top, the pert breasts were free and a cool breeze passed over them.
She took a stiff nipple between her lips and squeezed it lightly; as she did this her tongue flicked against the tip.
“Ooooh, my God!” Suzie said breathlessly and massaged Sharon’s shoulders.
Slowly she moved her hands down to her breasts too.
Sharon breathed in sharply and broke her grip on the nipple; she grabbed Suzie’s hand and pulled it downwards.
Before she knew it; she had her hand pressing against what should have been a drenched pair of panties.
To her excitement, she found that Sharon was not wearing any.
Suzie stroked her hand up and down over the drenched lips; Sharon’s hips lifted slightly to increase the pressure a little.
They kept constant eye contact as they played with each other’s body, until Suzie glanced up to see that all the car windows had steamed up and blocked out the outside world.
Their skin had a small sheen of perspiration too; it had become like a sauna.
“Shall we get some fresh air?” enquired Sharon,
“Yes, I want to see this wet pussy close up!”
Sharon opened the door and Suzie clambered out. The rush of the cool air invigorated her.
After fighting the temptation to bring herself to a climax, Sharon gracefully got out, walked straight past Suzie and lifted up her skirt to cool off a little.
As Suzie watched, she got up onto the bonnet of her car and lay back.
“Now give to me what you most like to receive!” She lifted up her skirt to reveal her pussy in all its glory.
Suzie leaned over and kissed Sharon full on the mouth again, when the kiss ended, they held each other’s gaze for a second and Suzie knelt down on the soft grass.
The heat from the car’s radiator warmed her bare breasts as she ran the tip of her tongue up the inside of Sharon’s thigh.
The musty smell of a pussy that has been wet for a while drifted under her nose, unable to resist any longer – she extended her tongue as far as it would go and pressed it against the pussy entrance.
Both women tingled with delight; Suzie slid her tongue up the full length of the wet opening and then let the tip follow a gentle path to the clit. As it made contact, Sharon had to reach up and cling on the car’s windscreen seal as an anchor point.
This allowed her to thrust her hips upwards and make Suzie lick her harder, which she did with glee.
“Oooohhhh!” she cried as Suzy parted her wet lips with her thumbs and slid her tongue inside.
Sharon squealed as Suzie explored her inside, her thumbs were now pinching her swollen clit and her face was covered in the juices.
But then she stopped, Sharon looked down quizzically.
“Get this hot bum in the air!” They both smiled and Sharon rolled herself over and got onto all fours on the bonnet.
Instinctively, Suzie stood up behind her and kissed both cheeks in turn.
With no warning, she brought the palm of her hand down hard on one of her cheeks; it left a bright red mark.
“See what you have made me do? You are such a naughty little minx!” The hand struck the other cheek this time.
“Mmm, yes! Punish me some more, my student!”
Suzie slapped each cheek in turn and made them ripple with each strike. Sharon’s face was pressing against the windscreen with her mouth wide open.
She massaged the smarting cheeks after each volley and then licked them in the hope of tasting the pain.
Sharon was panting loudly until she had no option but to scream as Suzie began to tickle her anus with the tip of her tongue.
Sharon thrust herself back and her cheeks knocked Suzie away, she slapped her hard once on each cheek as a sign of discontent and continued flicking her tongue against the forbidden hole.
She wanted to play with her own pussy but was struggling to manage, so she decided to try something out.
She got Sharon to get off the car bonnet and pulled down her own wringing wet G-string; after casting it aside she hugged Sharon and kissed her deep on the mouth to let her taste her own juices.
After savouring for a few seconds, they both got down on the floor.
The soft grass made Sharon’s cheeks tingle as she watched to see what would happen next.
Suzie sat down and leaned back on her hands, Sharon did the same opposite her.
She moved closer and slid a leg underneath; eventually both of their pussies were touching as if they were kissing.
Both women began to move and gyrate their hips so both pussies stroked against each other; they were both very wet and slid around easily.
They were in heaven as they leaned back with their faces skyward and jaws wide open in ecstasy.
With time movements got more intense, Sharon watched Suzie’s bare breasts and the stiff nipples as her chest heaved.
Suzie caught her eye and spoke up.
“Here’s the reason I come here to scream without fear of detection!”
Sharon did not want the moment lost so she half ignored her – until she felt a movement.
A loud rumble seemed to come from all around; Suzie thrust herself harder than ever and both women could feel a climax rising.
Out of nowhere a very low-flying jumbo jet appeared directly above, the rumble passed right through them and the ground shook.
A high wind blew hard onto them for a second and made bird’s nests of their hairstyles.
Like a mini earthquake, they were shook around and they closed legs as much as they could to retain contact. With the movement increased and their whole bodies shaking – climaxes tore through them like high current electricity.
Their screams were masked only by the thundering engines passing overhead. They stared wide eyed at each other until the noise died away along with their orgasms.
Both women fell back on the soft grass, laughing and catching their breath.
Time passed. Both women got up and brushed themselves down. Suzie looked around for her underwear but could not see it lying around anywhere, so she gave up and got into the car, where Sharon had already started the engine.
“I guess we are near the airport?” she asked.
“Well, the main runway at least!” Suzie was still shaking from her climax and needed to calm down some more.
She sat bac
k on her seat and closed her eyes.
“Don’t go to sleep. I still don’t know how to get out of here!”
She opened them again and smiled; they both did as the car drove away over the bumpy ground.
The car returned to civilization and got caught up in some traffic. It had been market day and it was coming to an end. Nearby an elderly woman was walking by with her small dog when she let out a cry, a market trader came out to see what was wrong and he dropped his mug of coffee with the shock!
Sharon and Suzie looked on, confused, but then Sharon spotted her lipstick on the windscreen from before.
Leaning forward, she looked at the bonnet; there was a perfect reproduction of her cheeks, a small wet pool in between and almost certainly hand marks all over the roof.
They looked at each other in time for the traffic to ease up and make a sharp exit – complete with Suzie’s G-string still hanging from the rear wiper!
First Time Play
Vicky Aston
“It’s our first time together, right,” Janet said. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Right. You and I. First time ever. Fine,” Suzy acknowledged.
There was a rustling of sheets as Janet moved herself further between Suzy’s opened knees. The room was cosy and dimly lit by a solitary bedside lamp that gave off a warm glow of pale rose. The scent of perfumed candles hung pleasantly in the air. Two empty wine glasses stood side by side on the bedside table. Both girls were entirely naked, their bodies glistening in the subdued light.
“Is it all right if . . . if . . . if I do that?” Janet asked hesitantly. Her voice was quiet, but it seemed somehow oddly loud in the expectant silence.
Suzy giggled, breaking the intimacy of the spell. “If you want to, Jan. I’m hardly going to stop you! After all, I’m lying back here, brazenly exhibiting my all to you! Hanging out the flags . . . for England!”
“Flags?” It was Janet’s turn to chuckle. “More like flaps. Kitten-flaps, I’d say.”
“No. Angels’ wings . . . if you please, missy!”
“Of course you’re an angel, Suz,” Janet said absently, peering closer at the particular lobe of her scrutiny. “It’s just that . . . that I find them so irresistible. Yours, that is. I mean, take this side for example. If I give it just a tiny tweaky-poo here . . .” At this, she gave a little shriek of amused delight. “Oh, my! It’s already all moist . . . and slippery. But I’m persistent, Suz. I won’t let it get away from me. Here we go. Gently does it. Yes, it’s coming out of its cute little bud nicely. Pure magnificence! Ten out of ten for juicy lushness.”
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