Anne's Collection #1: Five Stories

by Anne Eton

  Peggy looked back over her shoulder. She saw the lights of the houses on the beach. The roar and grumbling of waves grew fainter as they swam farther out.

  Pitch black surrounded them. Nothing could be seen ahead—neither sky nor horizon. Peggy gripped Laurence’s hand harder.

  “Aie,” the girl said.

  “Sorry.” She lessened the pressure.

  “Are you frightened?”

  “Who, me? Swimming in the ocean at night? Where everything looks like one big pot of ink? No way.”

  “Two more minutes and we are there.”

  “Okay.”

  “I remember where it is. Trust me.”

  “I already trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

  Laurence said nothing more. They kept swimming, paddling with their feet. A piece of seaweed slid by Peggy, brushing her shoulder. She shivered and kicked harder.

  At once a big low object appeared in front of them, stopping their progress. It made lazy slapping sounds as the ocean moved under it.

  “Here we are,” Laurence said. She sounded giddy. “I will get on, and then help you up. All right?”

  Peggy said nothing.

  “Are you okay?” The girl asked, worried.

  “Yeah. I’m fine. I was nodding. Guess you can’t see me. And I can’t see you, so that figures.”

  “Can you hold onto the raft while I get on it?”

  With her free hand, Peggy felt around. The area near the bottom of the raft was slimy. She shivered again. Then her hand touched firm decking on top. She gripped it. “Yeah. I’m holding on. Go ahead.”

  Laurence released Peggy’s hand. The girl flipped her body and dove straight down, her feet disappearing under the surface. After many seconds, she shot straight up out of the water like a cork. But she did not time it right; the raft was slightly out of her reach. Laurence crashed back down into the ocean.

  “You all right?” Peggy yelled.

  “Yes.” Laurence spat water, gasped, and pushed hair away from her face.

  “Be careful.”

  “Okay. Again!” A smile was in the girl’s voice. She disappeared once more.

  On her third try, Laurence managed to land her arms and shoulders onto the top of the raft. She struggled for something to hold onto, her fingernails scrabbling wildly. As a swell passed under them, her edge of the raft dipped down for a split-second; the girl kicked hard and flopped her body like a fish. She managed to wiggle her naked torso up onto the surface. After that, it was only a matter of moments before she lifted her legs too. Spinning gracefully on her hip, she sat up on her knees. “Peggy?”

  “Over here.”

  Soon with Laurence’s help, Peggy was aboard. The brunette rolled onto her back, gasped, and closed her eyes.

  The deck was made of tough plastic, smooth and hard. A warm night breeze blew over them; the raft bobbed gently with the ocean’s undulations. Occasionally the small clink of a chain tether could be heard.

  Peggy finally opened her eyes. She looked back at the shore. The lights of the beach houses were further away but clearly visible. The brunette glanced straight up; the sky was black. A shape near her was sitting up, arms holding knees.

  “Laurence?”

  “Hi.” The girl’s voice, in contrast to its earlier euphoria, sounded like a different kind of happiness: peace and contentment.

  “Hi.”

  “What do you think?”

  Peggy looked around again, considering. Her head settled back down. “I think this is pretty cool.”

  Laurence crawled to her, feeling carefully. Lying next to Peggy, she held her hand once more.

  They could see each other’s faces now. A smile passed between them. Peggy touched the French girl’s face, brushing stray wet strands of blonde hair. They kissed.

  Their kisses were light, gentle. The ocean moved beneath them. Laurence playfully licked Peggy’s lips. “Salty,” she murmured.

  “Imagine that,” Peggy said.

  They closed their eyes and continued kissing. Finally, Peggy added: “Correction: I think this is very cool.”

  Laurence snuggled up next to her, setting her head on the older woman’s shoulder. “I have been thinking of this,” the girl whispered.

  Peggy made no reply. She kissed the blonde head. Laurence slid her palm lightly over Peggy’s flat stomach, staring down. After some minutes, she raised her head and shoulders to kiss Peggy again.

  They began making out, moving closer. Peggy’s mountainous boobs pushed into Laurence’s, enveloping the girl’s smaller breasts. “It’s so sexy,” Laurence gasped. She searched for Peggy’s mouth in the dark, found it, and kissed her deeply.

  Laurence took Peggy’s hand and guided it between her legs. Peggy moaned and slid her fingers through the fine pubic hair. The blonde girl kissed Peggy’s neck, breathing hard. Her own hand slid down to cup Peggy’s big breast. Moving her body so that Peggy could keep rubbing, Laurence licked and sucked the cold nipple into hardness.

  “Oh honey,” Peggy gasped.

  The girl moved her hand farther down, running her fingers over Peggy’s navel, before descending into the private area between her legs. Trembling, Peggy parted her knees. The girl’s fingers slipped easily over Peggy’s smooth shaved mound, running up and down the lips in a slow steady rhythm. Laurence kept sucking; Peggy stopped touching the girl. Her eyes rolled back: “Ohhhh.”

  The older woman’s body began quaking. Laurence, feeling her excitement, slid her fingers faster. “God,” Peggy cried. Her body seized, then jerked in the opposite direction. She screamed.

  Startled, Laurence stopped. She studied her lover. Peggy hyperventilated, her wet hair draped over the part of her face where her spasms had thrown it. At length, the older woman opened her eyes.

  Laurence smiled. “Good?”

  Peggy pulled the girl close, kissing her tenderly. “What do YOU think?”

  Laurence laughed.

  The older woman continued to breathe hard. She closed her eyes. “I come really easily.”

  “So. The opposite of me!”

  Peggy glanced quickly, but Laurence was smiling. “I’m glad,” the girl continued softly. “I am happy for you.”

  “Not fair though, huh?” Peggy grinned, then exhaled.

  “Such is life!”

  They made out some more. The raft rolled gently.

  “Talk about relaxation,” Peggy murmured. Her eyelids closed. “You have massage, I have…”

  “This?” Laurence slid her hand between Peggy’s legs.

  The brunette jumped with new sensitivity.

  “Sorry.” The girl ran just her fingertips over the slick shaved mound, the lightest of touches. “Better?”

  “Yes.” Peggy sighed. She seemed like she might indeed go to sleep.

  Laurence moved her body to lie at a right angle. She set her head upon Peggy’s stomach, resting her ear upon her navel. She stared down as her fingers traveled absently over Peggy’s Mons.

  At length, Peggy sighed. She moved slightly, opening her legs more. Laurence placed her entire hand over the smooth mound, sliding. Peggy did not protest.

  Laurence shifted again, moving her head closer. Her fingers began traveling in circles, drawing closer and closer to the top of Peggy’s vulva. The older woman began to breathe heavily once again.

  The French girl breathed also, sharing her excitement. She lifted her upper body so that her face was directly over Peggy’s vagina. She rubbed faster, pulling the strong toned thighs further apart with her free hand.

  A low moan issued from Peggy’s throat.

  “Yes,” Laurence whispered. She stared. It glistened in the dark. The women did not even notice a small stray wave that splashed them.

  Peggy began moaning, a deep keening noise. She pushed her hips higher. “Yes,” Laurence gasped again. “Yes.” She moved her face still lower until her breath warmed the area of her attentions. The girl moved her fingers faster over Peggy’s mound in a spiral until she r
ubbed a quick gyrating motion over her clitoris.

  Peggy cried out; she reached and grabbed for Laurence, sinking her fingers into the girl’s body. Her hips jerked and her vagina almost touched the girl’s mouth. As she collapsed she seized the girl’s hand, stopping the action. Shivering, she pulled Laurence back up to her.

  “No more,” Peggy said in a voice so faint it almost could not be heard. “I have to swim back.”

  Laurence giggled. “It is so much fun.”

  The woman’s eyes opened. “I’m glad you’re having such a good time,” she said. She sighed and hugged the girl close.

  “I am glad YOU’RE having such a good time.”

  After almost an hour of cuddling and kissing, it was time to go. They stood.

  “Whoa,” Peggy said as a large swell passed under them. She bent her knees and extended her arms for balance.

  “Do not fall,” Laurence warned.

  “After what you did to me, it’s a wonder I don’t pass out,” Peggy joked. Her big breasts wobbled with the raft’s motion.

  “Ready?” The girl extended her hand.

  Peggy grasped it. “Ready.”

  They looked at the lights of the beach houses in front of them. “One… Two… Three!” Laurence chanted. With a whoop, they jumped off the raft together.

  Back at the house, after a naked dinner of leftover pizza, they ascended the stairs.

  “I must return to the hostel tomorrow,” Laurence said as she walked up the stairs naked. “I cannot keep wearing the same clothes every day.” Her shirt, jeans and panties were once again spinning in Peggy’s washing machine.

  “Sure, if you want. Or you could just bring your stuff here,” the older woman said.

  “Here?”

  “Just an idea.”

  They reached the second floor and walked down the hall. Laurence stopped. Peggy noticed and turned around.

  “You are asking me… inviting, to move in?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean, if you want to. It’s up to you.”

  “You know I will be returning to France.”

  Peggy nodded.

  “And this does not bother you?”

  “I…” Peggy’s eyes dropped. She gazed at the girl’s nude form, then looked into her eyes again. “This is a big conversation. Do you really want to have it in the hall?”

  Laurence said nothing.

  “You’re welcome to stay here.”

  “I will think about it tomorrow, maybe.”

  “All right.”

  The girl offered a sly smile. “In the meantimes, tonight, shall I sleep… here?” She indicated the guest bedroom.

  “‘Meantime.’” Peggy shrugged, feigning indifference. “Whatever you want. My bed is little bigger.”

  “But of course you will be in it.”

  “I usually am.”

  “So you are asking me to sleep with you?”

  Peggy rolled her eyes.

  Laurence giggled. “Okay, I sleep with you.”

  Trying to suppress a smile, Peggy turned and walked to her bedroom. Laurence followed.

  As Peggy brushed her teeth, she glanced at Laurence through her open bathroom door. The girl was studying art on the wall, moving sideways. Then she pushed aside the curtain of a large picture window. The dark night made the ocean outside invisible.

  She smiled and turned to Peggy, pointing: “The raft is out there, somewhere.”

  The older woman smiled back. She rinsed.

  Laurence entered the bathroom, but stopped short. “Wow.”

  Peggy followed her gaze. “Oh. Yeah.” A freestanding spacious shower stood in the center off the master bathroom. It was shaped like a cylinder, completely round with a curved glass door. Jets dotted the walls and ceiling.

  “I have never seen one like this.”

  “Came with the house.” Peggy yawned. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a long day.” She smiled and approached Laurence, kissing her.

  The girl looked again at the shower. “This seems big enough for two people.”

  Peggy raised her eyebrows.

  In short order, the women were standing inside it, the ocean’s salt on their skin rinsed off by jets that sprayed hot water at them from every direction.

  “This is fabulous!” Laurence cried.

  Peggy smiled and twisted her body to peer at a console of rubber buttons. “Oh, yeah? Check this out.” She pressed one. The jets all began pulsing in a staccato massage function.

  ”Formidable!” The girl laughed happily. She turned her face up to the deluge from the ceiling’s shower, rubbing her face and brushing her hair back with her fingers.

  Peggy kept smiling. “I like to make you happy.”

  Laurence regarded her shrewdly. “I also like to make you happy.”

  The girl kissed her, snaking her arms around. Peggy responded. They made out for many minutes, rubbing each other in a pretext of rinsing. Laurence took a bar of soap from a wall cavity and began sliding it over Peggy’s round, firm butt. After a moment, she slid the soap up and down between her host’s legs.

  Peggy’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

  Laurence was all wide-eyed innocence: “Nothing.” She kissed the brunette on her cheek, then nibbled her earlobe.

  Peggy sighed. Her eyelids closed. She moved backward gradually until propped against the wall. Laurence moved with her, replacing the soap into its holder but still rubbing her lover’s vulva.

  After a short time, the older woman began trembling. “Laurence… you can’t just… do this whenever you want…”

  Peggy opened her eyes. Laurence’s wet face was inches from hers, staring rapt; the girl breathed heavily. Her lips widened with her mounting excitement.

  Peggy suddenly gasped and cried out. The orgasm shook her body hard. Finally the tremor that had begun deep inside of her subsided. She inhaled and exhaled, moving the girl’s hand away and wrapping her in a bear hug. Laurence kissed her neck tenderly.

  In bed, the French girl bounced her bare butt on the California-King-sized mattress. “It is indeed big!”

  Peggy sighed. She was exhausted. She walked naked to the wall and turned off the light before crawling under the covers.

  Laurence snuggled up to her. “A good day. Yes?” She kissed Peggy on her cheek.

  No response. The girl drew her head back, puzzled.

  The brunette was asleep. The bedcovers over her followed her curves, rising and falling with her breaths.

  The blonde smiled. She slid her arms carefully around her host, then closed her eyes.

  In the morning, Laurence awoke to a familiar thump-thump-thump noise. Bleary-eyed, she rose out of bed and staggered to the hall.

  In the exercise room, Peggy beamed. “Hi!” The older woman was running on her treadmill.

  Laurence groaned. The naked girl leaned against the doorway and massaged her temples. “Do you do this every morning?”

  “You said it didn’t bother you.”

  “I was being polite.”

  “Just shut the bedroom door.”

  The French girl glared. “I’m awake now.”

  “Good. It’s Saturday, and YuLing is off, so you can make breakfast. I’ll be done in twenty minutes.”

  Laurence departed. Peggy heard the bedroom door slam. “I think she’s going to sleep in, after all,” she added to no one in particular. She grinned and upped her treadmill’s speed.

  Later, around noon, the two women sat at a sunny table by the bay window. Peggy still wore her sweats; Laurence had changed into her freshly- (and often-) laundered clothes. The girl studied a file folder of Canadian estate documents. Peggy surfed the web on her iPad. The detritus of brunch lay scattered on the table: toast, jam, and butter.

  Peggy glanced at the girl. “It’s Saturday, you know.”

  Laurence did not look up. She made a note on a paper. “Yes. So?”

  “Well, you’re off the clock.”

  Puzzled, the blonde looked at her. “What does th
is mean, ‘off the clock?’”

  “It means it’s no longer working hours. Why don’t you take a break?”

  The girl shrugged. She returned her attention to the file. “Work is time, time is money, and time not spent working is money lost.”

  Peggy cocked her head. “Your father said that.”

  “No, Philippe,” Laurence said absently.

  “No,” Peggy replied in a careful tone. “I’m sure you said it was your father.”

  The girl looked up again. She stared blankly, then frowned. Her shrug this time was impatient. “My father could have said it. What does it matter?”

  Peggy made a face to indicate that it did not matter at all. Laurence returned her attention to the papers.

  After a few minutes had passed, Peggy began speaking in a casual voice. “Have I ever told you about my ex-husband?”

  “No,” Laurence mumbled.

  “He was very successful. Roger was so sharp…”

  “Then why aren’t you still married to him?” Laurence interrupted, eyes on her documents.

  “Hey.”

  The girl made an exasperated sound. She set down her pen, folded her arms, and stared.

  “What’s the matter with you?” the older woman asked.

  “I am trying to work. You only have a few days before you leave and meet your brothers and sisters for the negotiations in Canada. It may seem like most of the work is done, but always there are more things to do, things to check. And I am working ‘off the clock’ as you say, because I care. About you.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  “So?”

  “It’s just that I was telling a story, and you were being disrespectful.”

  Laurence tried very hard not to roll her eyes. “Please continue with your story.”

  “Roger,” Peggy continued after a pause, “had all this great stuff going on. I thought any girl in her right mind would be crazy to pass him up. And yet all my friends were telling me I was out of my mind. They were telling me that I was the crazy one.”

  The girl made a polite face.

  “And after it was all over… the divorce, the messiness of it, all the trauma, I asked myself, ‘How could I have made this mistake?’ It took a while, and some therapy, but finally I got the answer.”

  “Yes?”