Woman to Woman

by Tom Benson

  * * *

  When the four-day break came around, Lauren threw a few changes of clothes, two exercise outfits, and toiletries into a bag. She then chose a selection of art materials. It was Friday afternoon, and she was looking forward to the weekend break from routine and relieved to be away from her mother and the lecherous Anthony.

  “Hi, Lauren.” Zoe gave her friend a beaming smile and stood back to invite her indoors. “I’m afraid there’s a slight change to our plan.”

  “What’s happened?” Lauren was standing in the hallway still holding her bags. “Does somebody else need the spare room?”

  “Not quite that drastic—when I told my parents that you could sleepover for the weekend they said they might hitch up the caravan tomorrow morning and head off for a weekend together.”

  “What’s stopping them?”

  “They’re a bit concerned, you know, in case you wanted them to be here.”

  “Where’s your big brother?”

  “He’s in Scotland on an outward bound expedition for a week.” She grinned. “So, from tomorrow morning, we’ve got the house to ourselves until Monday morning.”

  Zoe’s mum came through to the hallway. “Hello, Lauren. I suppose Zoe will have told you about us leaving you two for a couple of days if it’s okay with you.”

  “Hi, Mrs Carson. We’ll be fine if you and Mr Carson want to get away. We both know how to use a cooker and a kettle, and we know how to switch a TV on and off.”

  Mrs Carson laughed. “Right—that’s settled then. Thank you, girls. I thought I’d make fish and chips tonight to save you two using the chip pan over the weekend.”

  “Great.” The two girls chorused.

  Zoe helped Lauren got her things organised in the spare bedroom and then they went into Zoe’s room to chat before going downstairs for dinner.

  Apart from joining the three females for dinner, Mr Carson spent a bit of time preparing the caravan and car for the weekend away.

  Mrs Carson and the girls watched a movie and then the two girls went off to bed.

  * * *

  At breakfast next morning, Lauren came downstairs to find Zoe organising cereal, toast and tea.

  “Hi, Lauren,” Zoe said and indicated a note on the table. “They set off at six o’clock this morning to avoid the commuter traffic.”

  “Where did your dad say they were going—it was somewhere in the southwest?”

  “A campsite near the Eden Project.”

  “I remember now, he described it as being like massive greenhouses.”

  The girls had breakfast and then in mid-morning headed into Nottingham to do some window shopping, visit a cafe and generally relax together.

  When they got back to the house, both girls changed into their leotards and spent an hour in the living room working-out to a fitness DVD.

  On more than once occasion Lauren caught more than a sideways glance—Zoe was checking out more than the positions being attained. Of course, Lauren was secretly pleased, because since the first time she’d seen Zoe at the college aerobic sessions she’d seen a new girl. In the early days at secondary school, Zoe had not been too energetic, but in the past year she had gained height, and her curves were more pronounced, and in the right places.

  After the girls had showered and changed, Lauren helped with the preparation of the evening meal. They enjoyed cooking dinner and then being the only people in the house afterwards, feeling a sense of independence.

  In the evening they watched two chick-flicks with a short break in between, and it was late when they got ready for bed.

  Lauren had packed a short nightie, having given up the pyjama idea a few months earlier. She felt more feminine in a nightie. After she’d brushed her teeth, she left the bathroom to find Zoe standing on the landing.

  “Is everything okay, Zoe?”

  “Yes, I just wanted to let you know that I’d locked up and switched everything off.”

  “Okay. I’ve done my teeth, so I’ll get to bed and see you in the morning.” It took a few seconds before it registered that her friend was staring at her chest—which was bare under the nightie. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Lauren laughed and lifted her hands to cover her nipples.

  Zoe was wearing pyjamas, and though her chest was now impressive for a sixteen-year-old, it was better covered than Lauren’s. She tore her gaze away from the sight of her friend’s breasts and went into the bathroom.

  Five minutes later, Lauren was stretched out in the comfortable spare bed. She’d slept well in the same bed on the previous night, but then, she’d been tired. The faint light of a street lamp filtered through the blinds and gave a yellow glow to the walls.

  As she lay staring at the ceiling, Lauren thought about the expression on Zoe’s face when they’d met on the landing. She reached under her nightie and teased her nipples for a few seconds, and then one hand moved slowly down to the junction of her thighs. The teenager gently stroked her slit a few times and then stopped when she heard a faint noise. She stopped pleasuring herself, controlled her breathing, and got out of bed.

  Lauren and Zoe

  Lauren tapped gently on her friend’s half-open bedroom door, and whispered, “Are you awake, Zoe?”

  There was a light sniffle before Zoe whispered back, “Yes.”

  “I wondered if you’d like … a … cuddle … since there are only the two of us.”

  “Are you sure you want to—”

  Lauren took a few steps and was lifting the duvet back before Zoe could finish her sentence. She climbed into the bed and wrapped her arms around her friend, holding her in a tight embrace. As she felt Zoe’s arms slowly encircle her, Lauren moved her upper body a little. When she’d heard what sounded like sobbing, her thoughts had gone into overdrive. She’d caught Zoe looking at her at the gym, and earlier in the house, but the expression when they’d met on the landing had been a clear sign.

  “Are you … okay … Lauren?”

  “I was just getting comfortable holding you and a question came to mind.”

  “What was it?” Zoe whispered.

  “How many boys have you kissed?”

  Zoe mumbled something incoherent.

  Lauren placed her lips close to Zoe’s ear and whispered, “How many?”

  Zoe swallowed. “None … I’ve never … kissed a boy.”

  Lauren was encouraged. “How many girls have you kissed?”

  “I’ve never … kissed a girl either.”

  Lauren released her hold slightly but again leant forward to place her lips close to Zoe’s ear. “Would you like to try?”

  Zoe’s whole body was trembling. “Are you … a—”

  “A lesbian—no, but I’m lying in bed with my lovely friend, who happens to have sensuous lips, and a bigger pair of tits than me.”

  Zoe’s trembling changed to violent shaking as she laughed. “I don’t know if I could.”

  With renewed confidence, Lauren whispered, “I could kiss you, and if you don’t like it we can stop.”

  “Okay … it sounds exciting, but I’m a bit emb—”

  Lauren’s lips brushed softly against Zoe’s and then the pair held each other tighter as their lips met again, but with more pressure. As they kissed, Lauren parted her lips and sent her inquisitive tongue on a mission. Within seconds, it was successful, and the move was reciprocated. The girls kissed for a short time, and it was Zoe who broke away.

  “We shouldn’t be … doing this, Lauren.” Zoe released her grip and lay back.

  “Why shouldn’t we—don’t you like me enough?”

  “Yes, you’re gorgeous, but … you like … boys. You’ve had a boyfriend.”

  “I did have a boyfriend,” Lauren whispered, and leant on one arm, looking down at Zoe. “He was just an experiment, and he wasn’t soft and as nice to hold as you are.”

  “Have you … ever … been with … a girl?” Zoe closed her eyes.

  “No, but if I’m going to try, I’d like it to be with the one I fancy.” Lau
ren reached out her free hand and placed it lightly on Zoe’s pyjama jacket. She swiftly but easily undid the top button. “I’d like to know what it’s like to lie naked … pressed up against … a girl … with a great body.”

  “I haven’t got … a great body—you have. I might have … big tits, but I’ve got a belly.”

  “Zoe, you haven’t got a belly—you’ve got a fuller figure, which I happen to think is sexy.” Lauren undid another button. “I couldn’t bear to be with one of those scarecrows in our art class.” She slipped her fingers down, and another button was undone. In the semi-darkness the pyjama jacket fell open, exposing Zoe’s large, round breasts.

  Zoe lay there with her eyes closed and her palms flat on her belly, panting.

  Lauren checked her friend’s eyes were closed as she carefully lifted away the jacket to the sides, and lowered her lips to Zoe’s left nipple. She softly touched the dark bud with her lips, and when she heard a gasp, she kissed and then teased with the tip of her tongue.

  Zoe gasped but didn’t open her eyes, trying to deny what she was feeling. She knew that Lauren had done ‘things’ with people—she had experience.

  Lauren sucked gently on the now erect nipple. “Zoe,” she whispered and sucked again.

  “Yes.” Zoe was panting heavily, and her chest rose and fell as she felt her friend attending to her other nipple.

  “I’d like to … kiss you again?” Lauren let go of the nipple, moved down, and kissed Zoe a little lower. “We don’t have to … do anything else.” Lauren got up on her one arm again and watched her friend for a reaction.

  “Okay.” Zoe’s tongue came out to lick her lips, but she stayed still otherwise and kept her eyes closed. She was trembling, but now there was more excitement than trepidation.

  Lauren leant over and smiled inwardly as she lowered her lips to Zoe’s. When they kissed, Lauren moved her left hand to rest on Zoe’s body, but avoided touching her breasts yet. When Lauren parted her lips and probed with her tongue, she found Zoe submitting immediately. As they kissed, Lauren moved her hand under Zoe’s back and then slid it downwards, slowly, gently caressing.

  Zoe tried to talk as they kissed. “Is my … body … really … okay?”

  “I won’t know … for sure … unless … you let me … kiss it … all over.” Lauren applied more pressure in the kiss and brought her left hand around to undo the button on Zoe’s pyjama bottoms. She moved her hand around to Zoe’s back again and caressed it low, easing her fingers inside the waistband of her friend’s pyjamas.

  Zoe gasped and tried to reach a hand down to hold Lauren’s wandering fingers, but when the hand continued to move, and those fingers reached the crease of her buttocks, Zoe’s resistance faded. Her fingers merely had a loose grip of Lauren’s hand with no desire to stop the exploration.

  Lauren moved to kiss Zoe around her neck and ears. “Zoe … do you know … what I’d … love?”

  “What.” Zoe brought both hands up to hold Lauren’s body under the flimsy nightie.

  “I’d love for us … to be … naked.”

  “Nobody’s seen me … naked … since I was … about ten.”

  “Well … nobody’s seen me … naked … either,” she lied. “Would you … pull off my nightie?” Lauren got up onto her knees and reached her arms forward as she looked at Zoe.

  Zoe sat up and quickly pulled the nightie over Lauren’s shoulders and removed it. “Oh, my … Lauren.” She stared at Lauren’s impressive chest, forgetting for a moment her pyjama top was completely open and her own breasts were on display.

  Lauren parted her lips and stared. “Zoe … you have … the most beautiful—” She leant forward and sucked on Zoe's erect right nipple. Lauren placed her hands under Zoe’s breasts and held them up to kiss one nipple and then the other. “Beautiful.”

  Zoe shrugged her top off as she watched Lauren sucking gently on her.

  “Lie down … Zoe.” Lauren knelt beside her. When Zoe lay down, Lauren reached down and gripped the waistband of Zoe’s pyjamas to whip them down her legs. “Oh, yes … Zoe … now we can … cuddle.” Lauren lay over Zoe, taking her weight on her arms as she leant forward to resume their kiss. Lauren was kissing Zoe, and recalling how she’d been able to control Graham with a hint of domination.

  Zoe’s inhibitions faded rapidly as her legs parted and then came up and wrapped around Lauren’s waist. The girl underneath moaned softly as control had been assumed and she felt compelled to accept that her fantasy was becoming a reality. Not only did she have a girl’s tongue in her mouth and a pussy rubbing against hers—they belonged to Lauren; her fantasy lover.

  The girls were grinding against each other and kissing passionately for a while before Zoe became overwhelmed by a deep heat and sense of exhilaration.

  “Do it … harder … Lauren … ohh.” The girl stiffened briefly and then trembled and parted her lips further to accept Lauren’s busy tongue. Zoe was deliriously happy and wanted to enjoy when the feeling hit Lauren, and she didn’t have long to wait.

  When Lauren felt the soft body under hers submitting to her grinding motion, she was already close but slowed down to concentrate on her friend’s pleasure. One minute later, Lauren was rubbing herself firmly against Zoe’s hot pussy, and then the world exploded, and Lauren experienced the joy of simultaneous orgasms with another girl.

  After Lauren rolled to one side, they kissed softly and then tired, but satisfied, the girls fell asleep in each other’s arms. They’d had a long day, and now it had ended perfectly.

  * * *

  Lauren opened her eyes. “Hello, lover.”

  Zoe was up on one arm, gazing at her friend—she giggled. “Hello, lover.” She paused, and her features softened. “Are we really lovers, after what we did?”

  Having been alerted to romantic ideas and hurt feelings while with Graham, Lauren wanted to avoid any pain for Zoe. This would be a test for them both. “You know that there’s a difference, don’t you, between being lovers and being in love?”

  “I’ve read that somewhere, but—” Zoe didn’t sound confident.

  “If we wanted to be lovers … and you know, do things with each other, that would be okay.”

  “Yes, but why do you think some people express such a difference?”

  “Being in love with somebody is up here.” Lauren gently touched Zoe’s temple. “And down here.” She touched her chest. Lauren wanted to soften the blow of separation long before it was necessary. “I’ve wanted to get naked with you for ages, but I didn’t want to risk us falling in love.”

  “Why would you worry about us falling in love?” The bottom was falling out of Zoe’s world after only one night of ecstasy.

  “Imagine if we did things with each other like we did last night, and maybe even more things.” She caressed Zoe’s face and moved her hand down to her arm and shoulder. “We could teach each other how to enjoy sexual stuff, and it would be wonderful.”

  “I still don’t understand why we can’t have … feelings for each other.”

  “We’re only sixteen. We have to remember that in a short time we might end up going to different places for university. I would hate us to miss each other terribly and regret having devoted ourselves to the other person.”

  “How can you know that for sure?”

  “When I was going out with Graham, we didn’t have full sex, but we kissed a lot and did things with each other.” Lauren smiled briefly. “After the first time I gave Graham a blowjob and swallowed his, you know … his stuff—he told me he loved me.”

  “He loved you, but you didn’t love him?”

  “No, Zoe, I didn’t love him, but he didn’t love me—he’d just had the most fantastic experience of his life, and I recognised it, but he didn’t. I didn’t tell him I loved him, and I should have told him to get real, but I didn’t. After that first time, he whispered his love to me often.”

  “He must have been broken-hearted when he left you to—”

  “He was, and
I don’t want to see that happen to anybody else—especially you. I’m really fond of you.”

  “Would it be okay if we … were really fond of each other but didn’t say we loved each other?”

  “Yes, and if we were really fond of each other, we could still do things together, but it would just be for our pleasure, and nobody would know.”

  “How come you know so much about this, because we’re the same age, we’ve read the same books and watched the same romantic movies?”

  “My mum and dad might have been in love at one time, a long time ago, but they were both happy with him being away for weeks at a time. I know they enjoyed sex together because I could hear them whenever he was back home, but there was no affection when I saw them together.”

  “Surely your mum was devastated when your dad died?”

  “If she loved my dad and was devastated by his death, she didn’t show it. For example, she wouldn’t have been so quick to let Anthony, a guy of about twenty-six, get into her bed.”

  “Oh my God, Lauren—are you sure?”

  “He’s with her this weekend while I’m here with you.” Lauren looked away. “I hate him, and every time we’re in the same room, I can feel his eyes on me—the dirty bastard.”

  “Have you told your mum?”

  “I told her when I was sure, and she told me not to be such a drama queen. When my darling mother told me I had a high opinion of myself, I knew then she’d fallen for him.”

  “I think I’m seeing your point now—your mum has fallen for this Anthony guy, but he’s just using her for sex?”

  Lauren nodded. “You see, sex can be a joyful display of devotion, or it can just be a pleasure.”

  “Well, if you’re ever worried about that Anthony guy, you can come here, and my mum and dad will let you stay.”

  Lauren inhaled deeply and could feel a surge of emotion. She’d mentally prepared herself for leaving home, but had never thought of moving in with anybody to do so. She reached out and embraced her friend, and for a few minutes, they lay there in each other’s arms.