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Love Me ‘til Dawn
Chapter 3. Together Again
Laden with carrier bags the two girls battled their way into the coffee shop.
Alice struggled as she tried to hold the door open for Lorraine and accidentally dropped one of her acquisitions in front of it as she tried to prevent it from closing. Lorraine giggled at Alice’s predicament and managed to wedge her foot against the door before it did any permanent damage to the contents.
The bulky purchases seemed to have a vendetta of their own as the two girls fought their way towards a vacant table, dragging with them the empty chairs before finally being deposited on the floor.
The bags relaxed; glad to be rid of their careless owners.
“I’ll get the coffee,” volunteered Alice, “Cappuccino?”
“Oh Yes please!” was the quick response.
“Wow! What a day!” said Alice enthusiastically as she returned a few moments later holding a tray with two large cups upon it.
“Isn’t it fun taking the credit card for a marathon?” laughed Lorraine, and Alice joined in the laughter as they both gave their feet a well-earned rest.
Anyone sat at a table nearby who dared to look and revel in their joviality would have found it difficult to ascertain the relationship between them. An innocent bystander could easily be forgiven for believing that they were mother and daughter, but a closer inspection would have cast doubts upon that assumption.
Alice was a petite-framed young looking woman with long, straight blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes, and appeared to be the more mischievous of the two. Her olive skin and blonde hair, combined with a pretty face, made her a magnet for most full-bloodied men.
Lorraine however was pretty in a different way and her pale complexion contrasted with the more greek-like appearance of Alice. And it was obvious by her looks and more restrained attitude that she was older, but her long, curly red hair and freckly face made it impossible for the observer to determine if they were related or close friends. In fact they were neither, for they had met only once before.
Six months earlier they had both been on vacation in the Caribbean when a chance meeting first acquainted them. And they instantaneously bonded.
On vacation everyone meets new people and makes promises to keep in touch and, very often, after a couple of exchanged Christmas cards that is the end of the so-called friendship. This time however was different and extremely rare, for they had each found their spiritual counterpart and discovered that they thought alike.
If one of them thought of a sentence, the other spoke it.
At first this stunned them into silence, and as it continued to happen they giggled and then laughed before it eventually dawned upon them both that that they were somehow bonded. A true friendship had been created.
They had had a lot of fun together on the Caribbean Island but yet they knew very little about each other and their lives, they knew only that they enjoyed each other’s company. This rare kind of friendship was once more being re-enforced. The venture into to town on a shopping spree had allowed them to re-acquaint and now, relaxing their weary feet, they were having a good old girlie chat.
The casual observer on the next table paid his bill and left, soon to be replaced by another. Neither Lorraine nor Alice counted the observers as they sat and drank their coffee and eventually departed, for they were now engrossed with each other.
“So what have you been doing since we last met Alice? Whatever happened to that guy you were with on holiday? This new guy Dave is a bit of a dish isn’t he? How long have you been going out together?” Lorraine began the parlance.
Alice laughed at the sudden flood of questions and the hunger for information, and she needed the personal attention, for she wanted to share everything with this girl.
“Yes and I want you tell me more about you too Lorraine, your life, your job and how the hell you can afford a villa on San Monique,” replied Alice.
Lorraine smiled back, “We have the rest of the afternoon my dear, and I want to share it with you.”
“So…the villa? Come on Lorraine; spill the beans. Is it really your villa?”
“Of course it is.” Lorraine replied with a smile and a look of admiration for her friend. “I’m what some might describe as a self-made woman. I run a very successful business and the villa is part and parcel of its assets.” Alice returned a blank stare, as if thinking deeply. “I am quite well off in other words.”
Alice raised a smile and leaned forward. “You mean you’re a snob?” She laughed mischievously and grabbed the empty coffee mugs, and then dashed to the counter to have them re-filled, leaving Lorraine thinking about her comment.
One of the shopping bags fell over. Lorraine watched as the transparent plastic container containing an assorted number of coloured thongs rolled across the café floor and stopped as it hit the leg of a chair occupied by a middle-aged man. He looked down and picked it up, then walked over to return the item.
“Yours I believe?” he asked. Lorraine was still thinking of Alice’s remark and she looked at the man smiling at her. She took it off him and placed it on the table, politely apologising for appearing to ignore him. “No problem.” He looked at the container on the table. “It’s amazing what you can buy knickers in these days.” Lorraine simply smiled as the man returned to his place grinning.
Alice came back with more coffee and digestive biscuits, set down the tray and looked at her friend still thoughtful about that previous comment.
“Do you really think I’m a snob?”
“I was joking. Honestly….” Alice replied laughing. “It’s just that I always thought people with lots of money and posh things like big cars and villas in far away places were a bit snobby, that’s all.”
“No, I understand. You see we know very little about each other. That is why we must spend this time together. Get more acquainted and learn everything there is to know about us.”
Alice nodded in agreement, completely missing the fact that Lorraine had emphasised the “us” which was meant to send a clear message over to her. Lorraine had realised at that moment that this needed a little more time perhaps, to let Alice know that she felt something special about her. But how did Alice feel about Lorraine?
“Come on…drink up. We have a lot to find out don’t we?.” Alice said. “I got us some bikkies to munch on. My favourites, digestives.” They happened to be Lorraine’s’ favourites too.
“How long have you known you were bi?” Lorraine forced out the question quickly in order to get it out into the open. Alice returned that smile, that grin that seemed to portray her mischievous outlook on life. Lorraine waited for a cheekily loaded comment in return, but Alice surprised her somewhat.
“Since I was thirteen, and I made love with my best friend.” Alice was testing for a reaction and she received one. Lorraine looked shocked, not with horror, but more inquisitiveness. She wondered if it was possible and assumed the obvious, that the best friend had to be another girl.
“Tell me about it?”
“Promise you will keep this to yourself?” Alice insisted.
“Yes, of course. Not all the details, just briefly.”
Alice turned and noticed the middle-aged man at the nearby table watching. He could over-hear their conversation and he became intrigued in the way it was going. She did not make a comment, but she knew he was listening. Suddenly she took Lorraine’s hand in hers and locked fingers. “I think we should go out onto the veranda and drink our coffees there. It’s a little more private and there is a lovely view of the river.”
Lorraine noticed and it was obvious to her that the man was enjoying the prospect of over-hearing more of their girly secrets. “Grab these bags and lets move then. I’m sorry we bought so much today. We should have taken it to the car and dumped it into the boot first.”
The man looked down at his cup and realised that his impending fun was over as the two picked up their bags to move through to the scenic veranda. Then Lorraine watched as Alice picked up the container of thongs and dropped it gently on the table where the man sat. He looked up at her and then at the container.
“Here, you keep these. I’m sorry we haven’t had time to wear them first. Still, you can use your imagination I’m sure.”
Lorraine did not expect that to happen. Alice shocked her even more and she realised there was a difference between them. A generation had separated both their lives. Alice was living in a different time frame to her, yet they both co-existed in the same world at the same time.
When Lorraine returned to the table to collect the coffees she looked at the man staring at the container. “No chance dear.” She snatched the container from in front of him and swiftly returned to the quiet veranda.
Chapter 4. Alice’s Confession
Meeting Lorraine again was just fantastic. She never thought that anything would ever come back from their chance meeting on San Monique. Those beautiful hours they had spent together were unforgettable and now here she was in England inviting Alice on this shopping spree.
My first thoughts however were that this re-union was just a get-together more than anything else, but I could sense a need in her that she wanted to further develop our friendship, and I was in two minds about that. What we shared on San Monique was truly beautiful, but was I ready to embark on a bi-sexual relationship yet?
My relationship with my current partner, Dave was already falling apart. He was so demanding and possessive and I was at the point were I could not breathe for myself. I’m just glad that my pregnancy scare turned out the way it did. A child into the relationship would make it difficult to make a clean split, which I was now anticipating.
Once Lorraine and I had got re-settled on the veranda at the café, I wanted to get that part out of the way first. Let her know exactly how my situation with Dave was before anything else. The reason being was a secret affair that I was still harbouring with Eleanor, my best friend and lover of the past seven years. My life was certainly complicated.
“Dave is a very handsome man.” I said. “It’s a shame his personality isn’t as highly rated.” Lorraine looked at me and smiled, I had distracted her attention from the view of the river basin, which the veranda overlooked.
“I sense that you two are not getting on very well?”
“Yes, that is putting it simply I suppose. I’m planning on leaving him. We have out-lived our relationship I think. He is starting to suffocate me.”
“You haven’t known him that long have you?” Lorraine asked.
“Too long.” I sat back in the relaxing chair and closed my eyes to think. Then she told me that my relationship with Dave was not really that important and she did not want to know. Her interest was with my first bi-sexual experience, which I was happier to talk about.
“Do you still see her?”
“Eleanor? Yes. Not as often as I would like to though. She married two years ago and her husband would go crazy if he found out that she was seeing someone else behind his back. But we still love each other.” And we did. That was not a lie. I explained that Eleanor was special to me and the time we spent apart just made our love stronger. I just wished that it were not so secret.
Eleanor and I were as different as chalk and cheese. That first day we met at High School, we were both still innocent children. Innocent to all things sexually physical as two eleven year olds could be. She was the tallest in the class of twenty-five kids and I was the shortest. Both of us total strangers and from different backgrounds. She was from the city and I was from the open moorlands of the Pennines and a small town. But there was one thing we had in common from the start; both of us shared a common love of nature’s simplicities.
The bond grew closer as we developed our friendship over the years that followed. I not only admired her, but without realising it, I grew to love her and I began to notice the way we were growing up into adolescents. Infact we learned about each other’s minds and bodies as part of that bonding.
I began to have sexual feelings about boys just like any other thirteen-year-old girl would. But I began to look at Eleanor in a sexual way too, which was strange, because each time I began to fantasise about her I would use my own body and sensations as a part of those fantasies. I could only imagine what it was like for boys with their penis driven desires.
I found myself experimenting in masturbation. And then one day I got the chance I always wished would happen. A chance to share my feelings with Eleanor.
I looked at Lorraine, engrossed in what I was telling her, leaning on the table with her head resting in her hand. “Don’t stop there.” She said. I sat up and reached for her hand and we both held hands for a while, looking into each other’s eyes. And I saw the same kind of love in them as I did with Eleanor.
“The toilets. They are inside aren’t they? I think these coffees are beginning to filter through.” Lorraine explained, breaking that intimate and sharing moment. I pointed out where they were, as I knew the café as a regular customer. She stood up and knocked one of the shopping bags over and the plastic container of thongs, which I thought I had left with the man inside, rolled across the wooden decking and came to rest at the foot of an elderly lady sitting at one of the other tables.
I began to laugh as the elderly lady picked up the container and held it with wrinkled hands, studying it with curiosity. “Are these yours dear?” she asked. Lorraine nodded and smiled sheepishly retrieving the container. “I don’t think they fell out of my bag, besides my arse is too big for those and will admit it would be fun to see my hubbies reaction on seeing me wear those.”
With respect for a feisty old lady, Lorraine looked at her and opened the container asking; “What is your favourite colour?”
“Red.” The elderly lady replied. Lorraine picked out a red and a pink thong and handed them to her. “Go for it…test his reaction, you never know.” The lady held onto her hand as if trying to communicate something, and looking directly at me as I watched.
“I was just listening to your friend’s story, I’m sorry I wasn’t prying, but I couldn’t help but overhear, and I was moved by it.” She told Lorraine. I folded my arms and thought that the idea of being overheard about something as personal as that was maybe a little nosey? And I noticed Lorraine look at her with affection. The lady was in the autumn of her life, but she seemed to hold a council of wisdom over such matters.
“Look, I’m on my way to the toilet…quite desperate really.” Lorraine replied. “Can I help you in any way?”
“No, but can I ask you one thing? Tell your friend the truth, tell her everything. You two are a unique entity and you should hold nothing from her. It’s your turn to tell your story now, I’m sorry I won’t be here to listen to it but I think I know it anyway.”
Lorraine turned and smiled at me with a wink and then dashed off to the toilet. I looked at the lady and shrugged at her. She smiled at me holding the two thongs in her hand then walked towards me. “I have to go now. But I am really very sorry for overhearing what you were saying to your friend. Trust me, I wasn’t prying.” She turned to pick up her shopping bag and then looked back at me, handing me the two thongs. “I have had my time in life when I could have wore these with confidence and enjoyed the results they would have provided…with both sexes. I understand, your sexual feelings aren’t new you know.” She smiled again and picked up her bag, then walked slowly away as I watched on, thinking about what she had said.
“Thank you.” I whispered to myself.
Chapter 3. Together Again
Laden with carrier bags the two girls battled their way into the coffee shop.
Alice struggled as she tried to hold the door open for Lorraine and accidentally dropped one of her acquisitions in front of it as she tried to prevent it from closing. Lorraine giggled at Alice’s predicament and managed to wedge her foot against the door before it did any permanent damage to the contents.
The bulky purchases seemed to have a vendetta of their own as the two girls fought their way towards a vacant table, dragging with them the empty chairs before finally being deposited on the floor.
The bags relaxed; glad to be rid of their careless owners.
“I’ll get the coffee,” volunteered Alice, “Cappuccino?”
“Oh Yes please!” was the quick response.
“Wow! What a day!” said Alice enthusiastically as she returned a few moments later holding a tray with two large cups upon it.
“Isn’t it fun taking the credit card for a marathon?” laughed Lorraine, and Alice joined in the laughter as they both gave their feet a well-earned rest.
Anyone sat at a table nearby who dared to look and revel in their joviality would have found it difficult to ascertain the relationship between them. An innocent bystander could easily be forgiven for believing that they were mother and daughter, but a closer inspection would have cast doubts upon that assumption.
Alice was a petite-framed young looking woman with long, straight blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes, and appeared to be the more mischievous of the two. Her olive skin and blonde hair, combined with a pretty face, made her a magnet for most full-bloodied men.
Lorraine however was pretty in a different way and her pale complexion contrasted with the more greek-like appearance of Alice. And it was obvious by her looks and more restrained attitude that she was older, but her long, curly red hair and freckly face made it impossible for the observer to determine if they were related or close friends. In fact they were neither, for they had met only once before.
Six months earlier they had both been on vacation in the Caribbean when a chance meeting first acquainted them. And they instantaneously bonded.
On vacation everyone meets new people and makes promises to keep in touch and, very often, after a couple of exchanged Christmas cards that is the end of the so-called friendship. This time however was different and extremely rare, for they had each found their spiritual counterpart and discovered that they thought alike.
If one of them thought of a sentence, the other spoke it.
At first this stunned them into silence, and as it continued to happen they giggled and then laughed before it eventually dawned upon them both that that they were somehow bonded. A true friendship had been created.
They had had a lot of fun together on the Caribbean Island but yet they knew very little about each other and their lives, they knew only that they enjoyed each other’s company. This rare kind of friendship was once more being re-enforced. The venture into to town on a shopping spree had allowed them to re-acquaint and now, relaxing their weary feet, they were having a good old girlie chat.
The casual observer on the next table paid his bill and left, soon to be replaced by another. Neither Lorraine nor Alice counted the observers as they sat and drank their coffee and eventually departed, for they were now engrossed with each other.
“So what have you been doing since we last met Alice? Whatever happened to that guy you were with on holiday? This new guy Dave is a bit of a dish isn’t he? How long have you been going out together?” Lorraine began the parlance.
Alice laughed at the sudden flood of questions and the hunger for information, and she needed the personal attention, for she wanted to share everything with this girl.
“Yes and I want you tell me more about you too Lorraine, your life, your job and how the hell you can afford a villa on San Monique,” replied Alice.
Lorraine smiled back, “We have the rest of the afternoon my dear, and I want to share it with you.”
“So…the villa? Come on Lorraine; spill the beans. Is it really your villa?”
“Of course it is.” Lorraine replied with a smile and a look of admiration for her friend. “I’m what some might describe as a self-made woman. I run a very successful business and the villa is part and parcel of its assets.” Alice returned a blank stare, as if thinking deeply. “I am quite well off in other words.”
Alice raised a smile and leaned forward. “You mean you’re a snob?” She laughed mischievously and grabbed the empty coffee mugs, and then dashed to the counter to have them re-filled, leaving Lorraine thinking about her comment.
One of the shopping bags fell over. Lorraine watched as the transparent plastic container containing an assorted number of coloured thongs rolled across the café floor and stopped as it hit the leg of a chair occupied by a middle-aged man. He looked down and picked it up, then walked over to return the item.
“Yours I believe?” he asked. Lorraine was still thinking of Alice’s remark and she looked at the man smiling at her. She took it off him and placed it on the table, politely apologising for appearing to ignore him. “No problem.” He looked at the container on the table. “It’s amazing what you can buy knickers in these days.” Lorraine simply smiled as the man returned to his place grinning.
Alice came back with more coffee and digestive biscuits, set down the tray and looked at her friend still thoughtful about that previous comment.
“Do you really think I’m a snob?”
“I was joking. Honestly….” Alice replied laughing. “It’s just that I always thought people with lots of money and posh things like big cars and villas in far away places were a bit snobby, that’s all.”
“No, I understand. You see we know very little about each other. That is why we must spend this time together. Get more acquainted and learn everything there is to know about us.”
Alice nodded in agreement, completely missing the fact that Lorraine had emphasised the “us” which was meant to send a clear message over to her. Lorraine had realised at that moment that this needed a little more time perhaps, to let Alice know that she felt something special about her. But how did Alice feel about Lorraine?
“Come on…drink up. We have a lot to find out don’t we?.” Alice said. “I got us some bikkies to munch on. My favourites, digestives.” They happened to be Lorraine’s’ favourites too.
“How long have you known you were bi?” Lorraine forced out the question quickly in order to get it out into the open. Alice returned that smile, that grin that seemed to portray her mischievous outlook on life. Lorraine waited for a cheekily loaded comment in return, but Alice surprised her somewhat.
“Since I was thirteen, and I made love with my best friend.” Alice was testing for a reaction and she received one. Lorraine looked shocked, not with horror, but more inquisitiveness. She wondered if it was possible and assumed the obvious, that the best friend had to be another girl.
“Tell me about it?”
“Promise you will keep this to yourself?” Alice insisted.
“Yes, of course. Not all the details, just briefly.”
Alice turned and noticed the middle-aged man at the nearby table watching. He could over-hear their conversation and he became intrigued in the way it was going. She did not make a comment, but she knew he was listening. Suddenly she took Lorraine’s hand in hers and locked fingers. “I think we should go out onto the veranda and drink our coffees there. It’s a little more private and there is a lovely view of the river.”
Lorraine noticed and it was obvious to her that the man was enjoying the prospect of over-hearing more of their girly secrets. “Grab these bags and lets move then. I’m sorry we bought so much today. We should have taken it to the car and dumped it into the boot first.”
The man looked down at his cup and realised that his impending fun was over as the two picked up their bags to move through to the scenic veranda. Then Lorraine watched as Alice picked up the container of thongs and dropped it gently on the table where the man sat. He looked up at her and then at the container.
“Here, you keep these. I’m sorry we haven’t had time to wear them first. Still, you can use your imagination I’m sure.”
Lorraine did not expect that to happen. Alice shocked her even more and she realised there was a difference between them. A generation had separated both their lives. Alice was living in a different time frame to her, yet they both co-existed in the same world at the same time.
When Lorraine returned to the table to collect the coffees she looked at the man staring at the container. “No chance dear.” She snatched the container from in front of him and swiftly returned to the quiet veranda.
Chapter 4. Alice’s Confession
Meeting Lorraine again was just fantastic. She never thought that anything would ever come back from their chance meeting on San Monique. Those beautiful hours they had spent together were unforgettable and now here she was in England inviting Alice on this shopping spree.
My first thoughts however were that this re-union was just a get-together more than anything else, but I could sense a need in her that she wanted to further develop our friendship, and I was in two minds about that. What we shared on San Monique was truly beautiful, but was I ready to embark on a bi-sexual relationship yet?
My relationship with my current partner, Dave was already falling apart. He was so demanding and possessive and I was at the point were I could not breathe for myself. I’m just glad that my pregnancy scare turned out the way it did. A child into the relationship would make it difficult to make a clean split, which I was now anticipating.
Once Lorraine and I had got re-settled on the veranda at the café, I wanted to get that part out of the way first. Let her know exactly how my situation with Dave was before anything else. The reason being was a secret affair that I was still harbouring with Eleanor, my best friend and lover of the past seven years. My life was certainly complicated.
“Dave is a very handsome man.” I said. “It’s a shame his personality isn’t as highly rated.” Lorraine looked at me and smiled, I had distracted her attention from the view of the river basin, which the veranda overlooked.
“I sense that you two are not getting on very well?”
“Yes, that is putting it simply I suppose. I’m planning on leaving him. We have out-lived our relationship I think. He is starting to suffocate me.”
“You haven’t known him that long have you?” Lorraine asked.
“Too long.” I sat back in the relaxing chair and closed my eyes to think. Then she told me that my relationship with Dave was not really that important and she did not want to know. Her interest was with my first bi-sexual experience, which I was happier to talk about.
“Do you still see her?”
“Eleanor? Yes. Not as often as I would like to though. She married two years ago and her husband would go crazy if he found out that she was seeing someone else behind his back. But we still love each other.” And we did. That was not a lie. I explained that Eleanor was special to me and the time we spent apart just made our love stronger. I just wished that it were not so secret.
Eleanor and I were as different as chalk and cheese. That first day we met at High School, we were both still innocent children. Innocent to all things sexually physical as two eleven year olds could be. She was the tallest in the class of twenty-five kids and I was the shortest. Both of us total strangers and from different backgrounds. She was from the city and I was from the open moorlands of the Pennines and a small town. But there was one thing we had in common from the start; both of us shared a common love of nature’s simplicities.
The bond grew closer as we developed our friendship over the years that followed. I not only admired her, but without realising it, I grew to love her and I began to notice the way we were growing up into adolescents. Infact we learned about each other’s minds and bodies as part of that bonding.
I began to have sexual feelings about boys just like any other thirteen-year-old girl would. But I began to look at Eleanor in a sexual way too, which was strange, because each time I began to fantasise about her I would use my own body and sensations as a part of those fantasies. I could only imagine what it was like for boys with their penis driven desires.
I found myself experimenting in masturbation. And then one day I got the chance I always wished would happen. A chance to share my feelings with Eleanor.
I looked at Lorraine, engrossed in what I was telling her, leaning on the table with her head resting in her hand. “Don’t stop there.” She said. I sat up and reached for her hand and we both held hands for a while, looking into each other’s eyes. And I saw the same kind of love in them as I did with Eleanor.
“The toilets. They are inside aren’t they? I think these coffees are beginning to filter through.” Lorraine explained, breaking that intimate and sharing moment. I pointed out where they were, as I knew the café as a regular customer. She stood up and knocked one of the shopping bags over and the plastic container of thongs, which I thought I had left with the man inside, rolled across the wooden decking and came to rest at the foot of an elderly lady sitting at one of the other tables.
I began to laugh as the elderly lady picked up the container and held it with wrinkled hands, studying it with curiosity. “Are these yours dear?” she asked. Lorraine nodded and smiled sheepishly retrieving the container. “I don’t think they fell out of my bag, besides my arse is too big for those and will admit it would be fun to see my hubbies reaction on seeing me wear those.”
With respect for a feisty old lady, Lorraine looked at her and opened the container asking; “What is your favourite colour?”
“Red.” The elderly lady replied. Lorraine picked out a red and a pink thong and handed them to her. “Go for it…test his reaction, you never know.” The lady held onto her hand as if trying to communicate something, and looking directly at me as I watched.
“I was just listening to your friend’s story, I’m sorry I wasn’t prying, but I couldn’t help but overhear, and I was moved by it.” She told Lorraine. I folded my arms and thought that the idea of being overheard about something as personal as that was maybe a little nosey? And I noticed Lorraine look at her with affection. The lady was in the autumn of her life, but she seemed to hold a council of wisdom over such matters.
“Look, I’m on my way to the toilet…quite desperate really.” Lorraine replied. “Can I help you in any way?”
“No, but can I ask you one thing? Tell your friend the truth, tell her everything. You two are a unique entity and you should hold nothing from her. It’s your turn to tell your story now, I’m sorry I won’t be here to listen to it but I think I know it anyway.”
Lorraine turned and smiled at me with a wink and then dashed off to the toilet. I looked at the lady and shrugged at her. She smiled at me holding the two thongs in her hand then walked towards me. “I have to go now. But I am really very sorry for overhearing what you were saying to your friend. Trust me, I wasn’t prying.” She turned to pick up her shopping bag and then looked back at me, handing me the two thongs. “I have had my time in life when I could have wore these with confidence and enjoyed the results they would have provided…with both sexes. I understand, your sexual feelings aren’t new you know.” She smiled again and picked up her bag, then walked slowly away as I watched on, thinking about what she had said.
“Thank you.” I whispered to myself.
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Chapter 5. Lorraine’s Confession
Lorraine stood in front of the mirror in the restroom looking into the eyes that reflected back at her own. She was not looking at herself, the woman she is now, but at the girl she once was fifteen years ago. Her reflection was laying down a challenge and demanding that her story be heard, a story known only by one other person.
“Why should anyone else need to hear your story?” she asked of her reflection.
“For you have just shared Alice’s intimate story and she expects you to do the same” came the reply, “and, the old lady told you to tell her everything.”
Lorraine closed her eyes quickly to sever the vision but accepted the arguments her past was telling her. She returned to the table soon after with more coffee and two plates of toasted sandwiches.
“Here you are!” squealed Alice with delight, “what a good idea. Food was on my mind as well,” she declared.
Alice relaxed in the warm sunshine as she listened to the rhythmic flow of the river and the birdsong along the bank. But when she turned her gaze back to Lorraine she noticed that she had hardly touched her sandwich and appeared deep in thought.
“What is it my love?” she asked as she reached out and held her hand, “is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yes,” she replied. With initial hesitance she finally opened up and poured out the story that she had kept hidden inside for so long…
“It was while I was at university,” she began, “usual story; boy meets girl. We went on holiday together to Scotland. I’ve always been a level headed person, I rarely take risks.”
Alice immediately saw what Lorraine was about to say, “You got pregnant?”
Lorraine continued, “I had come off the pill because of medical reasons and as we were going on a mountain walk we had not even considered that sex would be on the agenda. But it was a perfect day in an idyllic spot. The side of an isolated loch surrounded by mountains with not a sound to be heard and not a soul in site. It was a very romantic.”
“Oh my God, I bet it was!” intercepted Alice in admiration of the conception, “but you said that you were still at university…” her words drifting away as she considered the implications.
“Yes, Jason was born in my final academic year.”
“Abortion?” Alice asked tentatively, “did you ever consider it?”
Lorraine concentrated on her own nervous hands that were playing with each other’s fingers before taking a deep breath and looking up at Alice. “Yes. We looked at every option my love, from abortion to giving up my final year. Everyone seemed to have advice and knew what was best for me, from parents to father, from his parents to family advice clinics. I was being driven insane by well-intentioned advice!”
Alice kept perfectly silent, not wanting to interrupt the thoughts that were now being laid bare, she cupped Lorraine’s hands in her own to offer comfort.
“It was my friend Catherine,” continued Lorraine oblivious to the tactile response that had been offered, “who allowed me to step back from it all and see a solution to the self-inflicted problem….
“Abortion I could never accept, especially after the way he was conceived; I wanted to finish my final year and have something that I could use for the future; above all I wanted to give him a life. I rejected all paternal and parental advice.
“I was a student with no money and even less with a child to feed. I did the only thing that allowed both my son and myself to survive.”
Alice saw the tears welling in Lorraine’s eyes and held her hands tightly, “What was that my love?” she asked.
“Catherine helped me in my hour of need,” Lorraine responded to the heartfelt squeeze of Alice’s fingers, “together we brought up Jason for his first six months. She was an angel, not only was she my friend but she also became my lover during that time … and for many years after. She helped me to finish my degree and also to get Jason adopted.”
There was a long pause while Lorraine reflected and Alice dared to ask her next question.
“Where is Jason now?” Alice eventually asked.
“I don’t know,” came the tearful reply. “I have never seen nor heard of him since that day.”
Suddenly Alice could see the pain and anguish that Lorraine was suffering, to have created life but never to have seen him grow, never to have known the ‘person’ she gave life to. She pulled Lorraine forwards across the table and nestled her head in her shoulders for comfort, sharing her tears both physically and emotionally.
They were drawn to each other, their eyes met, their lips hovered and they kissed. Not a kiss as two friends would, but a kiss reserved for lovers. They did not care whether anyone else was watching, for no one else mattered to them at that moment in time.
“Come,” suggested Alice, “let’s go home.”
And as they picked up the shopping bags and battled out through the inside seating area towards the main street, the bags retaliated to the neglect to which they had been treated. They took their revenge, ensnaring themselves upon every chair that they passed.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” apologised Lorraine to an elderly lady, at the same time as Alice said exactly the same to the gentleman sat opposite her.
Both Alice and Lorraine were stunned as they both looked first at the couple and then at each other. It was the same gentleman they had met earlier inside and the same old lady they had met outdoors.
“Meet my husband,” she said.
Alice put her hand into one of the bags and pulled out a tube of thongs. “No arguments this time, they’re yours … you deserve them, both of you.”
Back at Alice’s house they prepared for the evening out. They showered together, rubbing the lather over each other’s bodies, kissing and caressing. No demands were made; neither of them felt as if they were taking from the other. They shared both their love and their bodies willingly.
They were both in the kitchen in bra and panties as Alice sat down to put on her make-up. Lorraine asked if she could help. “Sure” she replied. Pulling up a chair and placing it parallel, Lorraine sat down, faced Alice and began brushing her hair. With each stroke a warm tingle passed through Alice’s body, she had never felt so relaxed.
As the cosmetics were applied, the close proximity of their faces and the feel of each other’s warm breath began to arouse them both. Lorraine gently kissed Alice on the lips, then her neck and down to the soft flesh of her breasts. She noticed that the myriads of tiny hair follicles were standing erect. And, without speaking, Alice stood, and took Lorraine by the hand and led her upstairs.
The love that had grown between them that day was now being unleashed. Lorraine had never wanted sex so badly before. When they had made love the first time in San Monique it had been warm and tender, this time it was hot and frantic. Their tongues entwined feverishly, they bit and squeezed each other’s nipples and they huddled together in 69 to drink the oozing hot juices of their sex.
One orgasm did not suffice…they each wanted more. Alice smiled devilishly and reached into her bedside drawer, pulling out a huge dildo. “You were right about the handbag,” she laughed. And Lorraine’s eyes were agape as she looked at the massive object. It was a double-ended dildo, about two feet long and flexible in the middle. “Lie back” demanded Alice.
Lorraine parted her legs as Alice slowly inserted the beast deep inside of her. Crouching on top of her, Alice bent it and inserted the opposite end into herself. Lorraine squeezed Alice’s breasts as they experienced mutual penetration, rocking back and forth for maximum pleasure. The final orgasm was the most explosive, they both screamed with pleasure as the contractions forced out the dildo like a cork from a champagne bottle.
Later, Alice came downstairs to the lounge where Lorraine was waiting. “You look gorgeous,” complemented Lorraine as she eyed her up and down in her new outfit.
“Thanks, but you outshine me. Come on, let’s go and eat.”
The evening was pleasant, the food was good and the conversation was relaxed. Despite having talked incessantly during the day they still found many things to discuss. Only one thing dampened both their spirits, that of Lorraine’s departure the next day.
That night they slept together, a deep satisfying sleep, happy to have each other. And it was early when Lorraine awoke. Alice was still sleeping. She looked at her and thought to herself, how beautiful she was. She leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, trying not to waken her. “I love you so much” she whispered tenderly, and with tears in her eyes she rose, dressed and left for London.
Chapter 6. Dave
I looked across the bedroom and out of the window watching the breeze blowing the curtains. Lorraine had left while I was sleeping and I had that peculiar feeling that we would probably never meet again.
Sitting up with the quilt around me I grabbed the pillow next to mine and held it close to my face, taking in the scent of her perfume. And I began to feel so lonely, as if something was missing from my life all of a sudden.
I had no address or telephone number to contact Lorraine. All I had was the letter she sent to me from San Monique which was almost four thousand miles away. Over the days that followed I opened up to Dave who was starting to get curious and told him about Lorraine.
It was whilst we were making love one afternoon. Dave had called around as horny as ever and he was almost begging to have sex with me. I stood by the kitchen sink unit washing the dirty breakfast dishes when he came up behind me. “Fancy a quicky babe?” he whispered, his hands running along my waist down towards by buttocks, clutching through the material of my skirt. “I want to make you dirty.”
I turned and threw my soapy hands around his shoulders. “Sounds interesting. And how do you propose to do that may I ask?” For a while I stared into his eyes and waited for him to say something. But, Dave was a man of few words, a man who was more physical in his expressions rather than vocal. And I felt his strong hands lifting my skirt and resting on my butt cheeks underneath my panties, parting them so that he could slide a finger along my dampening gape. The feeling was both exquisite and sensual and I responded by closing my eyes and leaning closer into his chest.
“You want it so bad don’t you babe. I can feel it.” I gently nodded my reply taking in the heady aroma of his gorgeous aftershave. “Lets go upstairs,” he requested, but I was bored of my double bed being the venue of my sexual adventures of late and I wanted to make use of the space elsewhere. It had been a long time since we both did it against a wall behind a nightclub or in the back of a taxi cab. I wanted to be adventurous for a change.
“No! Take me where I am.” I said. And without having to say more his hands grabbed my waist and he lifted me onto the cold stainless steel surface of the sink unit, sending a few cups flying and one falling onto the floor, shattering it into a hundred pieces. But that did not spoil the heat that was now building up between us as I leaned back and allowed him to run his hands along my thighs as I opened up to him.
“Nice. I can see a damp spot just where I like to see them,” he said, looking at my panties. “Lets see what’s causing it shall we?” I pretended to be shy and closed my clenched fists over my groin. “Oh I see you want me to struggle, eh?” I nodded my reply smiling back at him. “OK then, lets take a look.” I began to resist him as he tried to unclench my fists and move my hands. I made it easy for him eventually, giving him access to slide down my panties, raising my buttocks to make it easy for him. As he slipped them down over my thighs he admired my legs, touching my skin gently and I watched the expression on his face as if he was in awe of something fascinating. “I love the texture of your skin Alice, unblemished and so smooth. And your ankles so perfect.” I too was fascinated by the way he was examining me and I thought of Lorraine and saw in my mind the same way we both scrutinised each others bodies. I often wondered if a man could see and feel the same things as I do. And I think they do.
Once my panties were removed he carried out the usual ritual of putting them to his face and taking in my sweet aroma. I took them from him and did the same. Closing my eyes I thought of her…Lorraine, my sweet Lorraine.
“I never saw you do that before,” he said. “That essence of sexual desire is so powerful.” I was taking in that essence and my mind was drifting away to the times that Lorraine and I made love and I almost forgot where I was and who I was with.
“Oh yes…it’s so good.” I moaned my reply. Then I opened my eyes and came back to reality, looking at Dave grinning at me. “What?” I asked.
“You never fail to amaze me babe. I have known you for months and yet I’m still learning about you and every time we are together I discover something new.”
“I hope its something nice?”
“Oh it is.” He spread my thighs wider and he looked appreciatively at my sex, wide and now in full display of my glistening inner lips. And I realised that the same thoughts were going through his mind as my thoughts did when looking at Lorraine in that same way. To touch and feel their texture was irresistible. The desire to want to taste so…
And taste he did. He leaned forward and placed my legs over his shoulders as I felt his warm breath against my pussy. His tongue licked tantalisingly along its gape, twitching against my unhooded clit as if teasing it out to play. Tongue and clit in perfect harmony, just like it was with Lorraine. I felt the same things as he was feeling with me. It was different now with Dave. It was as if I was he and he was me with Lorraine, if one can understand that. What peculiar feeling was this?
“Oh yes…make me have it, make my pussy dirty…yes!” I cried out. This made Dave stop and look up at me. I affectionately wiped his face and smiled back. I had never been as vocal as that before during oral sex with him, especially when I was on the receiving end. He gave a laugh and continued, probably thinking he had touched on something special for a change.
I eased back enjoying what he did as his tongue began to probe its way deeper into my vagina. I began to jerk towards his mouth as if trying to absorb him into me, wanting more, never wanting that wonderful feeling ever to stop. And his finger then came into play, finding that spot which makes all my senses go crazy as he touched. My feelings changed from me being him to me being Lorraine and I could feel the orgasm rising inside of me as I made her cry out for more.
“Oh yes!…” I hit my climax, trembling and without realising it I did something rare. Dave began to moan and I could hear him drinking up my juices. I had actually cum heavy, releasing lots and lots of my sexual juices to him. Something I had never done before with Dave. Something that I had only ever done with Lorraine.
He raised his head and looked up at me. “Oh babe, that was fantastic. You must be really hot.” And with my eyes partly open, still reeling on the breathtaking sensations of my orgasm, I looked back at him and slid my legs from his shoulders so that I could take his head in my hands and lick the sweetness of my charge from his face. The taste of me was good and not much different to that of my sweet Lorraine. If only he knew what I was thinking.
We kissed heavy and passionate for a while and then his emotions got the better of him as he gently pushed me back, pulled me further to the edge of the cold steel and thrust his hardness into me. That feeling of it pushing deep inside so quickly took away my breath. That feeling of fullness and wondrous intrusion brought me back to the reality that I was with him, fucking me like only he could do it. His jerks becoming faster each time as he pushed and pushed deeper and his moans becoming more and more intense as he gripped my thighs. Then he stopped, letting out a moan and a sigh as I felt his hot charge spilling out inside of me, pulsing out his cum until he was empty. I felt a slight tingle as I gripped for my efforts.
Dave collapsed against me and I hugged him to show my affection for him, running a gentle hand through his hair and telling him how much I loved him. “Thank you babe, that was great,” came back his reply. It felt good to hear that, but at the same time my affection was not sexual in anyway, it was more in appreciation that he was there, at least loving me, being tender and…
“Well…” I whispered. “Did you like making me dirty?” He never replied in words, just in nice tight hugs which I became accustomed to as his way of agreeing with my thoughts and feelings. Now it was time to tell him something.
I made coffee and told him to sit at the kitchen table. We sat opposite each other as he recovered from his “great release” as all men do. That twinkle in his eye and a satisfied look upon his face.
“Dave, I want to be honest with you. There is something I want you to know.” I began to explain. I could see his curiosity making him worried. I knew that right away he was expecting me to tell him about another secret lover. “You know what I’m going to tell you don’t you?” I asked.
“Oh babe, don’t say it please.”
“Your worst fears? Another lover?”
“Oh no please…” I put my hand onto his and I slipped my fingers into his grip so that he could feel me close. “Who is it? Someone I know?” He was a very jealous man and I could read him like a book. As often he would plead with me never to be unfaithful to him as long as we were close friends and lovers.
“You don’t know them. Infact, I’m not so sure how much I know about them.” His expression changed quickly as his mind began to work out what I was telling him. “Almost a stranger. Someone special, yet so mysterious at the same time.”
“You let a stranger fuck you?”
“No. Its not like that. This person is…” I suddenly wondered how he would take on the information that I was about to give him. “…another woman.” There was a brief silence as he let go of my hand and I looked into my half filled cup of coffee, not at him.
“Alice. You mean to say, you had a lesbian lover?”
“No. Neither of us are lesbian. It was just something special that’s all.”
“How fucking special can something like that be?” He was annoyed. Perhaps more than I expected and I needed to explain it further. I pleaded with him to stay calm and atleast listen to me which he did.
I told him my story of Lorraine and San Monique. How we met and how we became friends as well as lovers in that one afternoon and night. I then told him about her visit here and how we spent a day shopping together and then that marvellous evening we spent together in each other’s company.
“That’s why you hide the pillow isn’t it?” he asked. I nodded and smiled in return and he bowed his head trying to absorb everything I explained for a moment. “So, you will be seeing her again I suppose?”
“I don’t know. And I wish I knew if it was possible again. But Dave, you have to understand my feelings now. Things are so different in such a way I now have these peculiar feelings that I never had before. And I want you to know that and help me.”
“How can I help you Alice? You had a relationship with someone else and only now you decided to tell me about it. You slept and made love to someone else in your bed, our bed. How can I?”
“You can. By trying to understand.”
He shuck his head and stood up from the table with a half smile on his face. Then he did exactly as I expected he might have done, taking it badly as he did, walking away, taking his coat from the hook in the hallway and then he left by the front door quietly.
I sat and thought of them both now. I began to feel so sad about the way this turned out and hoped that Dave would atleast think about it and maybe return to me soon. And I thought about Lorraine and the way she came back into my life the way she did and left me so abruptly. At that moment in time I wanted both of them back into my life where they belonged. Where there was a place for both of them to share with me.
Chapter 5. Lorraine’s Confession
Lorraine stood in front of the mirror in the restroom looking into the eyes that reflected back at her own. She was not looking at herself, the woman she is now, but at the girl she once was fifteen years ago. Her reflection was laying down a challenge and demanding that her story be heard, a story known only by one other person.
“Why should anyone else need to hear your story?” she asked of her reflection.
“For you have just shared Alice’s intimate story and she expects you to do the same” came the reply, “and, the old lady told you to tell her everything.”
Lorraine closed her eyes quickly to sever the vision but accepted the arguments her past was telling her. She returned to the table soon after with more coffee and two plates of toasted sandwiches.
“Here you are!” squealed Alice with delight, “what a good idea. Food was on my mind as well,” she declared.
Alice relaxed in the warm sunshine as she listened to the rhythmic flow of the river and the birdsong along the bank. But when she turned her gaze back to Lorraine she noticed that she had hardly touched her sandwich and appeared deep in thought.
“What is it my love?” she asked as she reached out and held her hand, “is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yes,” she replied. With initial hesitance she finally opened up and poured out the story that she had kept hidden inside for so long…
“It was while I was at university,” she began, “usual story; boy meets girl. We went on holiday together to Scotland. I’ve always been a level headed person, I rarely take risks.”
Alice immediately saw what Lorraine was about to say, “You got pregnant?”
Lorraine continued, “I had come off the pill because of medical reasons and as we were going on a mountain walk we had not even considered that sex would be on the agenda. But it was a perfect day in an idyllic spot. The side of an isolated loch surrounded by mountains with not a sound to be heard and not a soul in site. It was a very romantic.”
“Oh my God, I bet it was!” intercepted Alice in admiration of the conception, “but you said that you were still at university…” her words drifting away as she considered the implications.
“Yes, Jason was born in my final academic year.”
“Abortion?” Alice asked tentatively, “did you ever consider it?”
Lorraine concentrated on her own nervous hands that were playing with each other’s fingers before taking a deep breath and looking up at Alice. “Yes. We looked at every option my love, from abortion to giving up my final year. Everyone seemed to have advice and knew what was best for me, from parents to father, from his parents to family advice clinics. I was being driven insane by well-intentioned advice!”
Alice kept perfectly silent, not wanting to interrupt the thoughts that were now being laid bare, she cupped Lorraine’s hands in her own to offer comfort.
“It was my friend Catherine,” continued Lorraine oblivious to the tactile response that had been offered, “who allowed me to step back from it all and see a solution to the self-inflicted problem….
“Abortion I could never accept, especially after the way he was conceived; I wanted to finish my final year and have something that I could use for the future; above all I wanted to give him a life. I rejected all paternal and parental advice.
“I was a student with no money and even less with a child to feed. I did the only thing that allowed both my son and myself to survive.”
Alice saw the tears welling in Lorraine’s eyes and held her hands tightly, “What was that my love?” she asked.
“Catherine helped me in my hour of need,” Lorraine responded to the heartfelt squeeze of Alice’s fingers, “together we brought up Jason for his first six months. She was an angel, not only was she my friend but she also became my lover during that time … and for many years after. She helped me to finish my degree and also to get Jason adopted.”
There was a long pause while Lorraine reflected and Alice dared to ask her next question.
“Where is Jason now?” Alice eventually asked.
“I don’t know,” came the tearful reply. “I have never seen nor heard of him since that day.”
Suddenly Alice could see the pain and anguish that Lorraine was suffering, to have created life but never to have seen him grow, never to have known the ‘person’ she gave life to. She pulled Lorraine forwards across the table and nestled her head in her shoulders for comfort, sharing her tears both physically and emotionally.
They were drawn to each other, their eyes met, their lips hovered and they kissed. Not a kiss as two friends would, but a kiss reserved for lovers. They did not care whether anyone else was watching, for no one else mattered to them at that moment in time.
“Come,” suggested Alice, “let’s go home.”
And as they picked up the shopping bags and battled out through the inside seating area towards the main street, the bags retaliated to the neglect to which they had been treated. They took their revenge, ensnaring themselves upon every chair that they passed.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” apologised Lorraine to an elderly lady, at the same time as Alice said exactly the same to the gentleman sat opposite her.
Both Alice and Lorraine were stunned as they both looked first at the couple and then at each other. It was the same gentleman they had met earlier inside and the same old lady they had met outdoors.
“Meet my husband,” she said.
Alice put her hand into one of the bags and pulled out a tube of thongs. “No arguments this time, they’re yours … you deserve them, both of you.”
Back at Alice’s house they prepared for the evening out. They showered together, rubbing the lather over each other’s bodies, kissing and caressing. No demands were made; neither of them felt as if they were taking from the other. They shared both their love and their bodies willingly.
They were both in the kitchen in bra and panties as Alice sat down to put on her make-up. Lorraine asked if she could help. “Sure” she replied. Pulling up a chair and placing it parallel, Lorraine sat down, faced Alice and began brushing her hair. With each stroke a warm tingle passed through Alice’s body, she had never felt so relaxed.
As the cosmetics were applied, the close proximity of their faces and the feel of each other’s warm breath began to arouse them both. Lorraine gently kissed Alice on the lips, then her neck and down to the soft flesh of her breasts. She noticed that the myriads of tiny hair follicles were standing erect. And, without speaking, Alice stood, and took Lorraine by the hand and led her upstairs.
The love that had grown between them that day was now being unleashed. Lorraine had never wanted sex so badly before. When they had made love the first time in San Monique it had been warm and tender, this time it was hot and frantic. Their tongues entwined feverishly, they bit and squeezed each other’s nipples and they huddled together in 69 to drink the oozing hot juices of their sex.
One orgasm did not suffice…they each wanted more. Alice smiled devilishly and reached into her bedside drawer, pulling out a huge dildo. “You were right about the handbag,” she laughed. And Lorraine’s eyes were agape as she looked at the massive object. It was a double-ended dildo, about two feet long and flexible in the middle. “Lie back” demanded Alice.
Lorraine parted her legs as Alice slowly inserted the beast deep inside of her. Crouching on top of her, Alice bent it and inserted the opposite end into herself. Lorraine squeezed Alice’s breasts as they experienced mutual penetration, rocking back and forth for maximum pleasure. The final orgasm was the most explosive, they both screamed with pleasure as the contractions forced out the dildo like a cork from a champagne bottle.
Later, Alice came downstairs to the lounge where Lorraine was waiting. “You look gorgeous,” complemented Lorraine as she eyed her up and down in her new outfit.
“Thanks, but you outshine me. Come on, let’s go and eat.”
The evening was pleasant, the food was good and the conversation was relaxed. Despite having talked incessantly during the day they still found many things to discuss. Only one thing dampened both their spirits, that of Lorraine’s departure the next day.
That night they slept together, a deep satisfying sleep, happy to have each other. And it was early when Lorraine awoke. Alice was still sleeping. She looked at her and thought to herself, how beautiful she was. She leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, trying not to waken her. “I love you so much” she whispered tenderly, and with tears in her eyes she rose, dressed and left for London.
Chapter 6. Dave
I looked across the bedroom and out of the window watching the breeze blowing the curtains. Lorraine had left while I was sleeping and I had that peculiar feeling that we would probably never meet again.
Sitting up with the quilt around me I grabbed the pillow next to mine and held it close to my face, taking in the scent of her perfume. And I began to feel so lonely, as if something was missing from my life all of a sudden.
I had no address or telephone number to contact Lorraine. All I had was the letter she sent to me from San Monique which was almost four thousand miles away. Over the days that followed I opened up to Dave who was starting to get curious and told him about Lorraine.
It was whilst we were making love one afternoon. Dave had called around as horny as ever and he was almost begging to have sex with me. I stood by the kitchen sink unit washing the dirty breakfast dishes when he came up behind me. “Fancy a quicky babe?” he whispered, his hands running along my waist down towards by buttocks, clutching through the material of my skirt. “I want to make you dirty.”
I turned and threw my soapy hands around his shoulders. “Sounds interesting. And how do you propose to do that may I ask?” For a while I stared into his eyes and waited for him to say something. But, Dave was a man of few words, a man who was more physical in his expressions rather than vocal. And I felt his strong hands lifting my skirt and resting on my butt cheeks underneath my panties, parting them so that he could slide a finger along my dampening gape. The feeling was both exquisite and sensual and I responded by closing my eyes and leaning closer into his chest.
“You want it so bad don’t you babe. I can feel it.” I gently nodded my reply taking in the heady aroma of his gorgeous aftershave. “Lets go upstairs,” he requested, but I was bored of my double bed being the venue of my sexual adventures of late and I wanted to make use of the space elsewhere. It had been a long time since we both did it against a wall behind a nightclub or in the back of a taxi cab. I wanted to be adventurous for a change.
“No! Take me where I am.” I said. And without having to say more his hands grabbed my waist and he lifted me onto the cold stainless steel surface of the sink unit, sending a few cups flying and one falling onto the floor, shattering it into a hundred pieces. But that did not spoil the heat that was now building up between us as I leaned back and allowed him to run his hands along my thighs as I opened up to him.
“Nice. I can see a damp spot just where I like to see them,” he said, looking at my panties. “Lets see what’s causing it shall we?” I pretended to be shy and closed my clenched fists over my groin. “Oh I see you want me to struggle, eh?” I nodded my reply smiling back at him. “OK then, lets take a look.” I began to resist him as he tried to unclench my fists and move my hands. I made it easy for him eventually, giving him access to slide down my panties, raising my buttocks to make it easy for him. As he slipped them down over my thighs he admired my legs, touching my skin gently and I watched the expression on his face as if he was in awe of something fascinating. “I love the texture of your skin Alice, unblemished and so smooth. And your ankles so perfect.” I too was fascinated by the way he was examining me and I thought of Lorraine and saw in my mind the same way we both scrutinised each others bodies. I often wondered if a man could see and feel the same things as I do. And I think they do.
Once my panties were removed he carried out the usual ritual of putting them to his face and taking in my sweet aroma. I took them from him and did the same. Closing my eyes I thought of her…Lorraine, my sweet Lorraine.
“I never saw you do that before,” he said. “That essence of sexual desire is so powerful.” I was taking in that essence and my mind was drifting away to the times that Lorraine and I made love and I almost forgot where I was and who I was with.
“Oh yes…it’s so good.” I moaned my reply. Then I opened my eyes and came back to reality, looking at Dave grinning at me. “What?” I asked.
“You never fail to amaze me babe. I have known you for months and yet I’m still learning about you and every time we are together I discover something new.”
“I hope its something nice?”
“Oh it is.” He spread my thighs wider and he looked appreciatively at my sex, wide and now in full display of my glistening inner lips. And I realised that the same thoughts were going through his mind as my thoughts did when looking at Lorraine in that same way. To touch and feel their texture was irresistible. The desire to want to taste so…
And taste he did. He leaned forward and placed my legs over his shoulders as I felt his warm breath against my pussy. His tongue licked tantalisingly along its gape, twitching against my unhooded clit as if teasing it out to play. Tongue and clit in perfect harmony, just like it was with Lorraine. I felt the same things as he was feeling with me. It was different now with Dave. It was as if I was he and he was me with Lorraine, if one can understand that. What peculiar feeling was this?
“Oh yes…make me have it, make my pussy dirty…yes!” I cried out. This made Dave stop and look up at me. I affectionately wiped his face and smiled back. I had never been as vocal as that before during oral sex with him, especially when I was on the receiving end. He gave a laugh and continued, probably thinking he had touched on something special for a change.
I eased back enjoying what he did as his tongue began to probe its way deeper into my vagina. I began to jerk towards his mouth as if trying to absorb him into me, wanting more, never wanting that wonderful feeling ever to stop. And his finger then came into play, finding that spot which makes all my senses go crazy as he touched. My feelings changed from me being him to me being Lorraine and I could feel the orgasm rising inside of me as I made her cry out for more.
“Oh yes!…” I hit my climax, trembling and without realising it I did something rare. Dave began to moan and I could hear him drinking up my juices. I had actually cum heavy, releasing lots and lots of my sexual juices to him. Something I had never done before with Dave. Something that I had only ever done with Lorraine.
He raised his head and looked up at me. “Oh babe, that was fantastic. You must be really hot.” And with my eyes partly open, still reeling on the breathtaking sensations of my orgasm, I looked back at him and slid my legs from his shoulders so that I could take his head in my hands and lick the sweetness of my charge from his face. The taste of me was good and not much different to that of my sweet Lorraine. If only he knew what I was thinking.
We kissed heavy and passionate for a while and then his emotions got the better of him as he gently pushed me back, pulled me further to the edge of the cold steel and thrust his hardness into me. That feeling of it pushing deep inside so quickly took away my breath. That feeling of fullness and wondrous intrusion brought me back to the reality that I was with him, fucking me like only he could do it. His jerks becoming faster each time as he pushed and pushed deeper and his moans becoming more and more intense as he gripped my thighs. Then he stopped, letting out a moan and a sigh as I felt his hot charge spilling out inside of me, pulsing out his cum until he was empty. I felt a slight tingle as I gripped for my efforts.
Dave collapsed against me and I hugged him to show my affection for him, running a gentle hand through his hair and telling him how much I loved him. “Thank you babe, that was great,” came back his reply. It felt good to hear that, but at the same time my affection was not sexual in anyway, it was more in appreciation that he was there, at least loving me, being tender and…
“Well…” I whispered. “Did you like making me dirty?” He never replied in words, just in nice tight hugs which I became accustomed to as his way of agreeing with my thoughts and feelings. Now it was time to tell him something.
I made coffee and told him to sit at the kitchen table. We sat opposite each other as he recovered from his “great release” as all men do. That twinkle in his eye and a satisfied look upon his face.
“Dave, I want to be honest with you. There is something I want you to know.” I began to explain. I could see his curiosity making him worried. I knew that right away he was expecting me to tell him about another secret lover. “You know what I’m going to tell you don’t you?” I asked.
“Oh babe, don’t say it please.”
“Your worst fears? Another lover?”
“Oh no please…” I put my hand onto his and I slipped my fingers into his grip so that he could feel me close. “Who is it? Someone I know?” He was a very jealous man and I could read him like a book. As often he would plead with me never to be unfaithful to him as long as we were close friends and lovers.
“You don’t know them. Infact, I’m not so sure how much I know about them.” His expression changed quickly as his mind began to work out what I was telling him. “Almost a stranger. Someone special, yet so mysterious at the same time.”
“You let a stranger fuck you?”
“No. Its not like that. This person is…” I suddenly wondered how he would take on the information that I was about to give him. “…another woman.” There was a brief silence as he let go of my hand and I looked into my half filled cup of coffee, not at him.
“Alice. You mean to say, you had a lesbian lover?”
“No. Neither of us are lesbian. It was just something special that’s all.”
“How fucking special can something like that be?” He was annoyed. Perhaps more than I expected and I needed to explain it further. I pleaded with him to stay calm and atleast listen to me which he did.
I told him my story of Lorraine and San Monique. How we met and how we became friends as well as lovers in that one afternoon and night. I then told him about her visit here and how we spent a day shopping together and then that marvellous evening we spent together in each other’s company.
“That’s why you hide the pillow isn’t it?” he asked. I nodded and smiled in return and he bowed his head trying to absorb everything I explained for a moment. “So, you will be seeing her again I suppose?”
“I don’t know. And I wish I knew if it was possible again. But Dave, you have to understand my feelings now. Things are so different in such a way I now have these peculiar feelings that I never had before. And I want you to know that and help me.”
“How can I help you Alice? You had a relationship with someone else and only now you decided to tell me about it. You slept and made love to someone else in your bed, our bed. How can I?”
“You can. By trying to understand.”
He shuck his head and stood up from the table with a half smile on his face. Then he did exactly as I expected he might have done, taking it badly as he did, walking away, taking his coat from the hook in the hallway and then he left by the front door quietly.
I sat and thought of them both now. I began to feel so sad about the way this turned out and hoped that Dave would atleast think about it and maybe return to me soon. And I thought about Lorraine and the way she came back into my life the way she did and left me so abruptly. At that moment in time I wanted both of them back into my life where they belonged. Where there was a place for both of them to share with me.
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Chapter 7. George.
Lorraine found the courage to pick up the phone. It was not an easy call to make. Two hundred miles to the north Alice ran towards the phone. “Hello.” She said in her best telephone voice, unaware that this was a call that would change her life. “My darling, how are you?” She asked, delighted to hear the voice of her friend once again. “How is San Monique?”
“I don’t know.” Lorraine giggled. “I’m in London.”
Knowing this Alice wanted to know when Lorraine was coming north to see her. But Lorraine invited her to join her in London. “I would love that, but I need to get time off work…”
“How soon can you do that?” Lorraine asked with anticipation.
Alice quickly calculated her commitments and from the top of her head she assumed that Friday of that week she would be free. Lorraine took that as agreed, but Alice reminded her friend that she could not afford the luxurious time that would be spent in London. “My secretary is working on it now.” Lorraine told her, “And the train ticket will be with you tomorrow. Please stay for the weekend, it’s been a long time since we went shopping together.” It seemed that Lorraine had made all possible arrangements necessary. Alice was to stay with her and the thought of another shopping spree, in London, added more excitement to the whole thing.
“Oh Lorraine! I can’t wait to see you again,” then a feeling of guilt passed over Alice as she continued. “I hope you paid off the credit from our last trip into town?”
“My credit card is ‘dormant’ and it is waiting for a friend to help me kick it back into life,” Lorraine responded reassuringly.
“I will be with you, I promise.”
Alice’s perception of the ensuing working week was of time being reversed. Whenever she looked at the clock she was convinced that it was earlier than the last, each morning she awoke she felt as though it was the day before. There appeared to be no end. “I have discovered the secret of longevity,” she proudly admitted to herself as Thursday evening finally arrived.
She re-read the letter that accompanied the train tickets, the instructions were meticulously helpful – departure and arrival time, reservation seat number, the office address and every other minor detail that Alice needed to know. “Please keep all of your receipts as you will be re-imbursed for any out-of-pocket expenses…” Signed, George.
The first class carriages on the early morning train were full of business people of both sexes cocooned in their own little empires. She tried to read from upside down the fascinating manuscript the gentleman sat opposite was reading but she was unable to decipher, so her eyes wandered further a field. The group of two men and two women sitting across from her talked incessantly about the sales meeting that they were to attend (she silently wished them luck, but instinctively knew that they stood no chance). And the guy sitting four seats away could be heard in London as he held a conversation ‘loudly’ on his mobile phone.
Upon her arrival in London she followed the instructions in her letter explicitly and eventually she found the offices where Lorraine had arranged to meet her. “You must be Alice?” asked the security guard, in the plush reception area. “Please take a seat,” he requested and immediately picked up the phone and spoke. “Someone will be with you shortly.” Alice was impressed by the fact that people seemed to know that she was expected.
She hardly had the time to absorb the details of the reception area when the elevator doors opened and a tallish woman with short black hair and spectacles stepped out and walked straight towards her with a friendly smile. “You must be Alice?” she asked. “Nice to meet you, I’m George by the way. Lorraine’s personal private secretary.” George seemed to anticipate Alice’s curiosity about her name. “It’s Georgina, the abbreviation catches many people out, don’t worry.”
Alice was immediately struck by this woman and, in a non-sexual way, appraised her looks as she followed her into the elevator and standing in close proximity to her in the confined space. The short hair and glasses made her appear older than she actually was (Alice estimated mid-thirties) and her facial bone structure made her look stern and efficient. Alice did not doubt the latter. Her attractive enigmatic looks probably made her the sexual fantasy of most of the men in the office, ‘and some of the women too!’ she thought.
She was led into a tidy and an immaculately neat office. No paperwork could be seen. “You may leave your luggage here,” said the friendly efficient voice, which then asked, “Do you have any expenses?” Alice handed over the receipt for taxicab expenses. “You must be feeling a little grubby after your long journey, follow me, I’ll show you where you can freshen up.”
Alice was shown to an en-suite bathroom where she washed and freshened herself up. And when she returned back into the office there was fresh coffee and an envelope containing the money for the taxi fare neatly placed beside the silver tray.
“You don’t mind if I…?” George pointed to her computer screen, suggesting she had work to finish.
“Er…no, not at all.” Alice answered, feeling that George would be at a loss if she were not at her work. She crossed her legs, sipped her coffee and looked around the room. When she had first entered the office she did not have time to notice the door behind George’s desk and she began to wonder if it was Lorraine’s private office. ‘This woman is not only her PPS, but may even be her gatekeeper too,’ she thought, ‘Lorraine chooses her staff very wisely indeed.’
Suddenly she heard the sound of voices approaching from behind the closed door, it opened, and two besuited gentlemen walked out. And with a pleasant smile they politely bid good day to both Alice and George before leaving the office clutching their briefcases. When they left, George stood and made her way into the private office.
As George entered and closed the door, Lorraine replaced the receiver on the phone, frowned and turned to look at her ever-faithful secretary. “OK, make the necessary arrangements for Alice’s trip.”
“How much are you going to tell her?” asked George.
“As much as I dare,” was the honest reply, “I trust you both equally, call it instinct if you wish, but there is one thing she must not find out…not yet. Has Alice arrived?”
“Yes, about thirty minutes ago.”
Earlier that morning, the day of Alice’s visit, Lorraine was embroiled in a meeting with the company lawyers. Attempting to resolve the current crisis ensured that it was both time consuming and difficult, but the legal aspects where eventually overcome and a future path lay bare.
“Thanks,” said Lorraine as she handed George the bundle of meeting files and walked to the door to allow her to exit carrying the heavy cache of paperwork. Alice looked over and following closely behind was Lorraine looking officious in her business suit. But the warm friendly greeting made the black jacket, matching pencil skirt and high-heels appear to melt into a homely nightgown and slippers. She held out her arms to Alice and they hugged each other tightly. George busied herself with the files and ignored them both. “Let’s go into my office.”
Alice was immediately impressed by what she saw; a desk with a high-backed leather chair, conference table in the centre and, in the corner, a round smoked-glass coffee table with low cushioned seats. This was where they sat, facing each other and reminisced about the times they had spent together, the laughs had they shared on the shopping trip and on their first meeting that afternoon and night at the villa in San Monique.
“I love that villa,” reflected Alice.
“I love it all the more for having met you there.” Lorraine replied with affection. Noticing that Alice was deep in thought. There was a momentary pause in the conversation.
“But what made you return here? Leave you’re idyllic existence? Have you lost your sanity?” Alice was intrigued.
“Oh, there are a few problems that need sorting here in London.”
Alice apologised for prying into anything that was private, but Lorraine quickly explained that it was quite all right and continued; “We have a subsidiary company, the manager of which, we discovered, has embezzled a quarter of a million euros.”
“Oh shit! What are you going to do?”
“Try to recover the money for one, and find someone to replace him.”
“Do you have anyone in mind?”
“Well, I can’t trust anyone there, I suspect that the whole operation is corrupt,” Lorraine responded. “So I have two choices, find someone new and pay the head-hunters a fat fee or, find someone whom I do trust – it’s in York by the way.”
Alice noticed how Lorraine inflected the end of her last sentence. “If you are thinking what I think you are thinking then you truly are insane.” She responded slowly, drilling into her eyes and looking for any such signs. But Lorraine continued.
“First I will get George to show you around our set-up here, please feel free to ask her any questions you wish. We’ll have a chat about it over dinner tonight, the three of us.”
That evening, Lorraine took Alice to her favourite restaurant in the Chinese Quarter. They ordered wine and perused the menu while they waited for George to arrive. Suddenly two young men walked up to the table, fancying their chances.
“Hi girls,” the leader opened the gambit, “I’m Alan and this is Steve, did you know that Chinese meals are best shared between a group?” Lorraine was about to say that the chairs were taken when she felt the squeeze of Alice’s hand. She turned and looked at her friend as Alice leaned across the table and gave her a passionate kiss. The men got the message and without another word they went off in search of another table.
“You little devil you!” Lorraine laughed in dismay, admiring Alice’s initiative. “That was really cruel.”
Shortly after the event, George arrived at the restaurant. She kissed them both on the cheek and as instructed she sat beside Alice. Lorraine now hoped that their newly found relationship would evolve. “Upon this night, the future rests,” she concluded.
The evening that followed was what she had hoped for – relaxed, friendly and open. They chatted, ate and drank wine. Both Alice and George became very provocative in their discussions. Between them they proposed and counter-proposed several topics. Lorraine relaxed and listened to the debates in progress, admiring Alice’s strengths of character. She had known from their very first meeting in San Monique that her friend was the appointed-one, her successor. ‘The moment has arrived,’ she thought to herself, ‘And tonight is the night.’
“Who fancies a nightcap back at my place?” Lorraine suggested. Immediately three hands pointed to the sky jovially. There was a sense of high spirits between them.
Later the three of them stumbled through the door of Lorraine’s apartment - they were not inebriated, they were effervescent, three girls simply having fun and enjoying each other’s company.
Lorraine flicked on the kettle switch as they chatted away in the kitchen. Alice realised that because of her earlier subdued thoughts she had displayed little interest in Lorraine’s accommodation. “Please show me round.” Alice begged.
Taking Alice by the hand and leaving George to make coffee, she showed her all the rooms, the nooks and the crannies. The guided tour ended in Lorraine’s bedroom. Alice whistled, “Wow, that is some king-sized bed. You have that all to yourself?” And then something went ‘click’ in her mind “Do you and George…?” At that very moment George walked in with a tray of glasses and a bottle of champagne. Suddenly the coffee that was expected had turned into something more expensive.
“Hope you don’t mind,” George said, “but I couldn’t be arsed making the coffee.”
There are very few situations in everyone’s life where something is so amusing that it will never be forgotten. George’s appearance and subsequent out-of-character statement was just that. The tears of laughter were provoked by many off-the-cuff remarks, and sexual innuendos were prominent.
George winked at Lorraine suggestively, “What can we do with a bottle of champagne?” They both looked at Alice mischievously grinning.
“Well! She is about to find out.”
The laughter suddenly ceased. The mood changed. The tempo of their spirits subsided to a slow…steady...rhythmic…leisurely pace. All attention was focused upon Alice. Lorraine worshipped from behind and George admired from the front. Lorraine whispered in Alice’s ear softly as George kissed her bottom lip undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Slowly and sensuously the two began to strip Alice until she was completely almost naked. Lorraine felt her exposed flesh and Alice’s heart rate doubled. Lorraine slipped down her thong as George stroked her mound. Alice began to revel in the attention given to her so suddenly and so unexpectedly.
Alice was led to the bed and Lorraine sat by her side as George parted her legs and knelt between them. Lorraine reached for the bottle of champagne and from a height tipped out some of the cold bubbly liquid. It landed on Alice’s breastbone. There was a sharp intake of breath as it hit the warm flesh and she gasped as she tried sit upright. But Lorraine prevented her with her arms and began to lick the stream that ran over her body and over her breasts. Lorraine admired how the nipples were standing erect. She took the bottle again. This time it was a direct hit on both of Alice’s nipples. She felt the cold liquid dribble down the sides of her body as Lorraine and George endeavoured to capture the trickles with their tongues. And as George pushed Alice’s legs up so that her knees were bent, and another splash of champagne landed onto Alice’s navel, trickling its way over her mound.
The frothy liquid followed its natural path, running down over her pussy and between her buttocks. Very little of the liquid reached the bed sheet because rising upward against the flowing stream, was George’s tongue. The tongue devoured everything that tasted of champagne. Lorraine looked into Alice’s eyes; she could see that she was now in ecstasy. She sat astride Alice’s mouth offering her flower while watching George take her from below.
Alice vented a muffled cry of total pleasure.
Chapter 7. George.
Lorraine found the courage to pick up the phone. It was not an easy call to make. Two hundred miles to the north Alice ran towards the phone. “Hello.” She said in her best telephone voice, unaware that this was a call that would change her life. “My darling, how are you?” She asked, delighted to hear the voice of her friend once again. “How is San Monique?”
“I don’t know.” Lorraine giggled. “I’m in London.”
Knowing this Alice wanted to know when Lorraine was coming north to see her. But Lorraine invited her to join her in London. “I would love that, but I need to get time off work…”
“How soon can you do that?” Lorraine asked with anticipation.
Alice quickly calculated her commitments and from the top of her head she assumed that Friday of that week she would be free. Lorraine took that as agreed, but Alice reminded her friend that she could not afford the luxurious time that would be spent in London. “My secretary is working on it now.” Lorraine told her, “And the train ticket will be with you tomorrow. Please stay for the weekend, it’s been a long time since we went shopping together.” It seemed that Lorraine had made all possible arrangements necessary. Alice was to stay with her and the thought of another shopping spree, in London, added more excitement to the whole thing.
“Oh Lorraine! I can’t wait to see you again,” then a feeling of guilt passed over Alice as she continued. “I hope you paid off the credit from our last trip into town?”
“My credit card is ‘dormant’ and it is waiting for a friend to help me kick it back into life,” Lorraine responded reassuringly.
“I will be with you, I promise.”
Alice’s perception of the ensuing working week was of time being reversed. Whenever she looked at the clock she was convinced that it was earlier than the last, each morning she awoke she felt as though it was the day before. There appeared to be no end. “I have discovered the secret of longevity,” she proudly admitted to herself as Thursday evening finally arrived.
She re-read the letter that accompanied the train tickets, the instructions were meticulously helpful – departure and arrival time, reservation seat number, the office address and every other minor detail that Alice needed to know. “Please keep all of your receipts as you will be re-imbursed for any out-of-pocket expenses…” Signed, George.
The first class carriages on the early morning train were full of business people of both sexes cocooned in their own little empires. She tried to read from upside down the fascinating manuscript the gentleman sat opposite was reading but she was unable to decipher, so her eyes wandered further a field. The group of two men and two women sitting across from her talked incessantly about the sales meeting that they were to attend (she silently wished them luck, but instinctively knew that they stood no chance). And the guy sitting four seats away could be heard in London as he held a conversation ‘loudly’ on his mobile phone.
Upon her arrival in London she followed the instructions in her letter explicitly and eventually she found the offices where Lorraine had arranged to meet her. “You must be Alice?” asked the security guard, in the plush reception area. “Please take a seat,” he requested and immediately picked up the phone and spoke. “Someone will be with you shortly.” Alice was impressed by the fact that people seemed to know that she was expected.
She hardly had the time to absorb the details of the reception area when the elevator doors opened and a tallish woman with short black hair and spectacles stepped out and walked straight towards her with a friendly smile. “You must be Alice?” she asked. “Nice to meet you, I’m George by the way. Lorraine’s personal private secretary.” George seemed to anticipate Alice’s curiosity about her name. “It’s Georgina, the abbreviation catches many people out, don’t worry.”
Alice was immediately struck by this woman and, in a non-sexual way, appraised her looks as she followed her into the elevator and standing in close proximity to her in the confined space. The short hair and glasses made her appear older than she actually was (Alice estimated mid-thirties) and her facial bone structure made her look stern and efficient. Alice did not doubt the latter. Her attractive enigmatic looks probably made her the sexual fantasy of most of the men in the office, ‘and some of the women too!’ she thought.
She was led into a tidy and an immaculately neat office. No paperwork could be seen. “You may leave your luggage here,” said the friendly efficient voice, which then asked, “Do you have any expenses?” Alice handed over the receipt for taxicab expenses. “You must be feeling a little grubby after your long journey, follow me, I’ll show you where you can freshen up.”
Alice was shown to an en-suite bathroom where she washed and freshened herself up. And when she returned back into the office there was fresh coffee and an envelope containing the money for the taxi fare neatly placed beside the silver tray.
“You don’t mind if I…?” George pointed to her computer screen, suggesting she had work to finish.
“Er…no, not at all.” Alice answered, feeling that George would be at a loss if she were not at her work. She crossed her legs, sipped her coffee and looked around the room. When she had first entered the office she did not have time to notice the door behind George’s desk and she began to wonder if it was Lorraine’s private office. ‘This woman is not only her PPS, but may even be her gatekeeper too,’ she thought, ‘Lorraine chooses her staff very wisely indeed.’
Suddenly she heard the sound of voices approaching from behind the closed door, it opened, and two besuited gentlemen walked out. And with a pleasant smile they politely bid good day to both Alice and George before leaving the office clutching their briefcases. When they left, George stood and made her way into the private office.
As George entered and closed the door, Lorraine replaced the receiver on the phone, frowned and turned to look at her ever-faithful secretary. “OK, make the necessary arrangements for Alice’s trip.”
“How much are you going to tell her?” asked George.
“As much as I dare,” was the honest reply, “I trust you both equally, call it instinct if you wish, but there is one thing she must not find out…not yet. Has Alice arrived?”
“Yes, about thirty minutes ago.”
Earlier that morning, the day of Alice’s visit, Lorraine was embroiled in a meeting with the company lawyers. Attempting to resolve the current crisis ensured that it was both time consuming and difficult, but the legal aspects where eventually overcome and a future path lay bare.
“Thanks,” said Lorraine as she handed George the bundle of meeting files and walked to the door to allow her to exit carrying the heavy cache of paperwork. Alice looked over and following closely behind was Lorraine looking officious in her business suit. But the warm friendly greeting made the black jacket, matching pencil skirt and high-heels appear to melt into a homely nightgown and slippers. She held out her arms to Alice and they hugged each other tightly. George busied herself with the files and ignored them both. “Let’s go into my office.”
Alice was immediately impressed by what she saw; a desk with a high-backed leather chair, conference table in the centre and, in the corner, a round smoked-glass coffee table with low cushioned seats. This was where they sat, facing each other and reminisced about the times they had spent together, the laughs had they shared on the shopping trip and on their first meeting that afternoon and night at the villa in San Monique.
“I love that villa,” reflected Alice.
“I love it all the more for having met you there.” Lorraine replied with affection. Noticing that Alice was deep in thought. There was a momentary pause in the conversation.
“But what made you return here? Leave you’re idyllic existence? Have you lost your sanity?” Alice was intrigued.
“Oh, there are a few problems that need sorting here in London.”
Alice apologised for prying into anything that was private, but Lorraine quickly explained that it was quite all right and continued; “We have a subsidiary company, the manager of which, we discovered, has embezzled a quarter of a million euros.”
“Oh shit! What are you going to do?”
“Try to recover the money for one, and find someone to replace him.”
“Do you have anyone in mind?”
“Well, I can’t trust anyone there, I suspect that the whole operation is corrupt,” Lorraine responded. “So I have two choices, find someone new and pay the head-hunters a fat fee or, find someone whom I do trust – it’s in York by the way.”
Alice noticed how Lorraine inflected the end of her last sentence. “If you are thinking what I think you are thinking then you truly are insane.” She responded slowly, drilling into her eyes and looking for any such signs. But Lorraine continued.
“First I will get George to show you around our set-up here, please feel free to ask her any questions you wish. We’ll have a chat about it over dinner tonight, the three of us.”
That evening, Lorraine took Alice to her favourite restaurant in the Chinese Quarter. They ordered wine and perused the menu while they waited for George to arrive. Suddenly two young men walked up to the table, fancying their chances.
“Hi girls,” the leader opened the gambit, “I’m Alan and this is Steve, did you know that Chinese meals are best shared between a group?” Lorraine was about to say that the chairs were taken when she felt the squeeze of Alice’s hand. She turned and looked at her friend as Alice leaned across the table and gave her a passionate kiss. The men got the message and without another word they went off in search of another table.
“You little devil you!” Lorraine laughed in dismay, admiring Alice’s initiative. “That was really cruel.”
Shortly after the event, George arrived at the restaurant. She kissed them both on the cheek and as instructed she sat beside Alice. Lorraine now hoped that their newly found relationship would evolve. “Upon this night, the future rests,” she concluded.
The evening that followed was what she had hoped for – relaxed, friendly and open. They chatted, ate and drank wine. Both Alice and George became very provocative in their discussions. Between them they proposed and counter-proposed several topics. Lorraine relaxed and listened to the debates in progress, admiring Alice’s strengths of character. She had known from their very first meeting in San Monique that her friend was the appointed-one, her successor. ‘The moment has arrived,’ she thought to herself, ‘And tonight is the night.’
“Who fancies a nightcap back at my place?” Lorraine suggested. Immediately three hands pointed to the sky jovially. There was a sense of high spirits between them.
Later the three of them stumbled through the door of Lorraine’s apartment - they were not inebriated, they were effervescent, three girls simply having fun and enjoying each other’s company.
Lorraine flicked on the kettle switch as they chatted away in the kitchen. Alice realised that because of her earlier subdued thoughts she had displayed little interest in Lorraine’s accommodation. “Please show me round.” Alice begged.
Taking Alice by the hand and leaving George to make coffee, she showed her all the rooms, the nooks and the crannies. The guided tour ended in Lorraine’s bedroom. Alice whistled, “Wow, that is some king-sized bed. You have that all to yourself?” And then something went ‘click’ in her mind “Do you and George…?” At that very moment George walked in with a tray of glasses and a bottle of champagne. Suddenly the coffee that was expected had turned into something more expensive.
“Hope you don’t mind,” George said, “but I couldn’t be arsed making the coffee.”
There are very few situations in everyone’s life where something is so amusing that it will never be forgotten. George’s appearance and subsequent out-of-character statement was just that. The tears of laughter were provoked by many off-the-cuff remarks, and sexual innuendos were prominent.
George winked at Lorraine suggestively, “What can we do with a bottle of champagne?” They both looked at Alice mischievously grinning.
“Well! She is about to find out.”
The laughter suddenly ceased. The mood changed. The tempo of their spirits subsided to a slow…steady...rhythmic…leisurely pace. All attention was focused upon Alice. Lorraine worshipped from behind and George admired from the front. Lorraine whispered in Alice’s ear softly as George kissed her bottom lip undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Slowly and sensuously the two began to strip Alice until she was completely almost naked. Lorraine felt her exposed flesh and Alice’s heart rate doubled. Lorraine slipped down her thong as George stroked her mound. Alice began to revel in the attention given to her so suddenly and so unexpectedly.
Alice was led to the bed and Lorraine sat by her side as George parted her legs and knelt between them. Lorraine reached for the bottle of champagne and from a height tipped out some of the cold bubbly liquid. It landed on Alice’s breastbone. There was a sharp intake of breath as it hit the warm flesh and she gasped as she tried sit upright. But Lorraine prevented her with her arms and began to lick the stream that ran over her body and over her breasts. Lorraine admired how the nipples were standing erect. She took the bottle again. This time it was a direct hit on both of Alice’s nipples. She felt the cold liquid dribble down the sides of her body as Lorraine and George endeavoured to capture the trickles with their tongues. And as George pushed Alice’s legs up so that her knees were bent, and another splash of champagne landed onto Alice’s navel, trickling its way over her mound.
The frothy liquid followed its natural path, running down over her pussy and between her buttocks. Very little of the liquid reached the bed sheet because rising upward against the flowing stream, was George’s tongue. The tongue devoured everything that tasted of champagne. Lorraine looked into Alice’s eyes; she could see that she was now in ecstasy. She sat astride Alice’s mouth offering her flower while watching George take her from below.
Alice vented a muffled cry of total pleasure.
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Chapter 8.
Meeting George and having her join us that evening placed a different twist to all that was happening. I did not mind her being there, but I was hoping that Lorraine would be all mine.
George began to grow on me as that evening went by. I warmed to her outgoing personality and the way she seemed to understand the relationship between Lorraine and me. And at the same time I could not help feeling as if Lorraine was manipulating something between the three of us and so I played along with the game as it unfolded.
It was back at Lorraine’s apartment when I realised what the intended outcome was all about. Having them both intentionally seduce me in the bedroom came as a surprise at first. Then as they both began to strip me I knew that this was probably the only outcome that evening could bring and so I let them do it. It felt good and my heart began to beat faster every second that passed by. Being stripped and seduced by two people of your own sex felt so different and more meaningful somehow.
I soon began to revel in the moment as Lorraine eased me onto the bed with George opening my thighs. The Champagne added something extra to the whole thing as its cool stream touched my skin, making me break out in myriad goose bumps all over. Then I felt George press her lips against my flower, catching the trickle of champagne that found its way down there. Her tongue gently parting me, seeking out my neatly folded petals and adding to their already aroused dampness.
As I opened my eyes and looked up, I saw Lorraine striding over my head. I could see her gorgeous pink petals, open and glistening with her juices as she offered them to me, sliding over my nose gently to my lips so that I could detect her sweet aroma and then her delicious taste as my tongue probed gently without any hesitation.
George seemed to be good at what she was doing and I was feeling not only her tongue but also fingers probing inside, hitting the right spot that made me tingle and begin to moan my instant reaction.
“I think we can use the champagne to make things a little more juicier. What do you think George?” I heard Lorraine, almost gasping her words as my tongue rasped in tiny quick strokes over her engorged clitoris. And without warning I felt the cold liquid touching my own clitoris, and being consumed by George’s tongue just as swiftly.
Together, Lorraine and I released. Almost in perfect time. A trickle of warm tangy love juice cascaded gently into my mouth and I tasted and swallowed it with total delight, remembering the last time.
“Mmm…she is certainly a sweet one.” George replied, and shared my own offering to Lorraine from her lips as they both kissed. Lorraine eased back above my head and allowed George to slide over my lips with her pussy. And she was already wet with her own aromatic sweet nectar. The taste was sweeter than Lorraine’s and almost even more intoxicating. This was certainly a journey of sexual discovery for me. The excitement washed through me, overtaking all of my emotions as I quickly turned into a third part within one of total sexual womanhood. It felt as if we were as one. Sharing ourselves as one living, loving entity. There was surely nothing compared to this…ever?
I took advantage of both their experiences that evening. They knew I was learning things still and Lorraine surprised me even more as I never knew until then how much she was secretly into this kind of thing. I discovered that her love of bedroom toys was not just restricted to masturbation, but sharing, as she must have done so often with George. And I wondered if her circle of friends ‘sexual’ extended even further.
As George and I knelt facing each other with the double-ended dildo inserted within us, Lorraine whispered into my ear. “Isn’t she fantastic?” I nodded my reply gasping as her hand gripped it and began to move it back and forth, giving pleasure to both George and I as we gazed into each others eyes, waiting to see which of us would come to a climax first as the pink instrument touched our most delicate and sensitive parts, sliding between our lacquered petals.
I began to lean back and moan as George grinned. “I think she’s going to cum again!” The orgasm began to intensify as I positioned myself more comfortably, spreading my legs on either side of George’s hips and moving to the rhythm that Lorraine had set in motion. “Oh yes! She is really getting hot now!” I smiled back at both of them, licking my lips as I climaxed one more time for the umpteenth time that night. And Lorraine kept the motion of the dildo going until I flooded my release, riding the orgasm for as long as I could, screaming out for more and more, becoming totally oblivious of my surroundings…until suddenly I passed out.
When I woke, I quickly opened my eyes. I was lying on the bed between them and facing Lorraine as she slept soundly, with my back to George. My thumb was firmly in my mouth, using it in my sleep as a soother and I felt a finger firmly placed inside of my vagina. George’s hand was between my legs, cupping my groin and so I turned to face her gently.
“Hello,” she said. She lay with her head on the pillow and smiled at me. “You look so cute sleeping and sucking your thumb.” She moved the hair from my face and gently stroked. I licked the dryness from my lips and focused on her unblemished face. “I hope you enjoyed our little party?” she asked.
“Yes…it was great.” I felt her finger cheekily move inside of me and she began to laugh softly. “I think I passed out.” I replied, feeling a little stupid, as I had never done such a thing before. Almost scary really, but I suppose it does happen.
“Yes you did. I think the moment actually got to you. Don’t worry. It often happens when you get so excited. We took you to your threshold.” Her eyes widened as she smiled. “Beyond your limits,” and then laughed.
We both looked over at Lorraine, as she lay on her back in a deep sleep, breathing soft and peacefully. “Isn’t she amazing?” George continued to smile and nodded her reply removing her hand from its resting place and then playfully sucking on her finger, seemingly enjoying my after-taste. Something that I could never get used to and always hated about sex after the night before.
“I think we both surprised you didn’t we Alice?”
“Yes…you did. I didn’t expect it. Well, not exactly like it happened.” I watched her lie back and stretch, raising her arms above her head and into the air. “Do you two often…?” I noticed her perfectly formed breasts, firm and relaxed, the cherry red nipples standing erect. She let out a yawn, dropped her arms and raised one thigh, bending it at the knee. Then ran the back of her hand over the silky soft skin.
“Do you like me Alice? Do you think I’m…”
“Yes, I do.” I interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to ask. “I think you are a beautiful woman. And…”
“Yes?”
I sat up quickly, pulling my knees to my chin and gazed into the mirror attached to the dresser opposite. I could see the three of us and just stared for a moment. “It’s the first time I have ever been involved with a threesome.” I said, in almost a whisper. George leaned up on one arm, resting her head in her hand; she began to stroke my back gently with the other. We both looked at each other in the mirrors reflection.
“Alice, Lorraine told me everything about you. That time you first met and how you both felt and what you did. It wasn’t easy for her. There were things happening in her life at the time which you didn’t know about.”
“Like what?”
George suddenly looked serious. She looked over at Lorraine and appeared as if she had said something that was not meant for me to share. “It’s not important. Come lay back and give me a hug.” And without reluctance I lay against her, feeling her warm soft breasts against my face, wrapping my arms around her body as she held me tight. Her leg ran along side mine gently and I listened to her heart beating fast but softly.
I felt safe and secure, and in a way it was almost as if she was my mother, lying as I used to in her arms. For one moment, I was sharing that feeling which was not sexual, but comforting. And then the stale scent of sex mixed with her sweet cologne hit my nostrils; reminding me of the situation I was part of.
“Have you been with other women before you met Lorraine?” she asked. I nodded my reply, remembering the times I had experimented casually with close friends. But it was nothing compared to this.
Chapter 8.
Meeting George and having her join us that evening placed a different twist to all that was happening. I did not mind her being there, but I was hoping that Lorraine would be all mine.
George began to grow on me as that evening went by. I warmed to her outgoing personality and the way she seemed to understand the relationship between Lorraine and me. And at the same time I could not help feeling as if Lorraine was manipulating something between the three of us and so I played along with the game as it unfolded.
It was back at Lorraine’s apartment when I realised what the intended outcome was all about. Having them both intentionally seduce me in the bedroom came as a surprise at first. Then as they both began to strip me I knew that this was probably the only outcome that evening could bring and so I let them do it. It felt good and my heart began to beat faster every second that passed by. Being stripped and seduced by two people of your own sex felt so different and more meaningful somehow.
I soon began to revel in the moment as Lorraine eased me onto the bed with George opening my thighs. The Champagne added something extra to the whole thing as its cool stream touched my skin, making me break out in myriad goose bumps all over. Then I felt George press her lips against my flower, catching the trickle of champagne that found its way down there. Her tongue gently parting me, seeking out my neatly folded petals and adding to their already aroused dampness.
As I opened my eyes and looked up, I saw Lorraine striding over my head. I could see her gorgeous pink petals, open and glistening with her juices as she offered them to me, sliding over my nose gently to my lips so that I could detect her sweet aroma and then her delicious taste as my tongue probed gently without any hesitation.
George seemed to be good at what she was doing and I was feeling not only her tongue but also fingers probing inside, hitting the right spot that made me tingle and begin to moan my instant reaction.
“I think we can use the champagne to make things a little more juicier. What do you think George?” I heard Lorraine, almost gasping her words as my tongue rasped in tiny quick strokes over her engorged clitoris. And without warning I felt the cold liquid touching my own clitoris, and being consumed by George’s tongue just as swiftly.
Together, Lorraine and I released. Almost in perfect time. A trickle of warm tangy love juice cascaded gently into my mouth and I tasted and swallowed it with total delight, remembering the last time.
“Mmm…she is certainly a sweet one.” George replied, and shared my own offering to Lorraine from her lips as they both kissed. Lorraine eased back above my head and allowed George to slide over my lips with her pussy. And she was already wet with her own aromatic sweet nectar. The taste was sweeter than Lorraine’s and almost even more intoxicating. This was certainly a journey of sexual discovery for me. The excitement washed through me, overtaking all of my emotions as I quickly turned into a third part within one of total sexual womanhood. It felt as if we were as one. Sharing ourselves as one living, loving entity. There was surely nothing compared to this…ever?
I took advantage of both their experiences that evening. They knew I was learning things still and Lorraine surprised me even more as I never knew until then how much she was secretly into this kind of thing. I discovered that her love of bedroom toys was not just restricted to masturbation, but sharing, as she must have done so often with George. And I wondered if her circle of friends ‘sexual’ extended even further.
As George and I knelt facing each other with the double-ended dildo inserted within us, Lorraine whispered into my ear. “Isn’t she fantastic?” I nodded my reply gasping as her hand gripped it and began to move it back and forth, giving pleasure to both George and I as we gazed into each others eyes, waiting to see which of us would come to a climax first as the pink instrument touched our most delicate and sensitive parts, sliding between our lacquered petals.
I began to lean back and moan as George grinned. “I think she’s going to cum again!” The orgasm began to intensify as I positioned myself more comfortably, spreading my legs on either side of George’s hips and moving to the rhythm that Lorraine had set in motion. “Oh yes! She is really getting hot now!” I smiled back at both of them, licking my lips as I climaxed one more time for the umpteenth time that night. And Lorraine kept the motion of the dildo going until I flooded my release, riding the orgasm for as long as I could, screaming out for more and more, becoming totally oblivious of my surroundings…until suddenly I passed out.
When I woke, I quickly opened my eyes. I was lying on the bed between them and facing Lorraine as she slept soundly, with my back to George. My thumb was firmly in my mouth, using it in my sleep as a soother and I felt a finger firmly placed inside of my vagina. George’s hand was between my legs, cupping my groin and so I turned to face her gently.
“Hello,” she said. She lay with her head on the pillow and smiled at me. “You look so cute sleeping and sucking your thumb.” She moved the hair from my face and gently stroked. I licked the dryness from my lips and focused on her unblemished face. “I hope you enjoyed our little party?” she asked.
“Yes…it was great.” I felt her finger cheekily move inside of me and she began to laugh softly. “I think I passed out.” I replied, feeling a little stupid, as I had never done such a thing before. Almost scary really, but I suppose it does happen.
“Yes you did. I think the moment actually got to you. Don’t worry. It often happens when you get so excited. We took you to your threshold.” Her eyes widened as she smiled. “Beyond your limits,” and then laughed.
We both looked over at Lorraine, as she lay on her back in a deep sleep, breathing soft and peacefully. “Isn’t she amazing?” George continued to smile and nodded her reply removing her hand from its resting place and then playfully sucking on her finger, seemingly enjoying my after-taste. Something that I could never get used to and always hated about sex after the night before.
“I think we both surprised you didn’t we Alice?”
“Yes…you did. I didn’t expect it. Well, not exactly like it happened.” I watched her lie back and stretch, raising her arms above her head and into the air. “Do you two often…?” I noticed her perfectly formed breasts, firm and relaxed, the cherry red nipples standing erect. She let out a yawn, dropped her arms and raised one thigh, bending it at the knee. Then ran the back of her hand over the silky soft skin.
“Do you like me Alice? Do you think I’m…”
“Yes, I do.” I interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to ask. “I think you are a beautiful woman. And…”
“Yes?”
I sat up quickly, pulling my knees to my chin and gazed into the mirror attached to the dresser opposite. I could see the three of us and just stared for a moment. “It’s the first time I have ever been involved with a threesome.” I said, in almost a whisper. George leaned up on one arm, resting her head in her hand; she began to stroke my back gently with the other. We both looked at each other in the mirrors reflection.
“Alice, Lorraine told me everything about you. That time you first met and how you both felt and what you did. It wasn’t easy for her. There were things happening in her life at the time which you didn’t know about.”
“Like what?”
George suddenly looked serious. She looked over at Lorraine and appeared as if she had said something that was not meant for me to share. “It’s not important. Come lay back and give me a hug.” And without reluctance I lay against her, feeling her warm soft breasts against my face, wrapping my arms around her body as she held me tight. Her leg ran along side mine gently and I listened to her heart beating fast but softly.
I felt safe and secure, and in a way it was almost as if she was my mother, lying as I used to in her arms. For one moment, I was sharing that feeling which was not sexual, but comforting. And then the stale scent of sex mixed with her sweet cologne hit my nostrils; reminding me of the situation I was part of.
“Have you been with other women before you met Lorraine?” she asked. I nodded my reply, remembering the times I had experimented casually with close friends. But it was nothing compared to this.
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Chapter 9. Six Months Later: The Re-Union.
Alice awoke slowly from her dream. It was the kind of dream that lingers in the mind, the kind of dream that follows you into the waking hours and preys on your senses. She was disturbed, and had been for some time now.
It had been over six months since her trip to London to see Lorraine and the weekend she had spent with her and George. She recollected the night they had made love together and the pleasure they had shared and the feeling of “one-ness” between them. Something had changed abruptly soon after and she did not know what or why. Alice felt disconcerted.
At first the telephone calls had been regular. Her lifeline to Lorraine and George dwindled and the calls slowly evolved into emails and gradually she lost the voice contact. And then the emails ceased. Alice felt annoyed. Any further attempts at phoning Lorraine or George had been met with either a recorded message or by someone obviously primed to deflect her enquiries. “Enough is enough!” she cursed.
Alice went downstairs with a stern look on her face determined to confront the issue and refusing to be ignored and treated as if she no longer existed. She felt that she was no longer a part of their lives, and so she logged into her email account and began to type, vitriol was prevalent in her message. Alice emitted a stream of profanities through her mails, and then she heard the telephone, interrupting before she had finished. Alice began to accuse, not even knowing whom the caller was.
Lorraine was not at all surprised to hear the anger in her lovers’ voice. “I’m so sorry my love,” replied Lorraine with deep remorse. She knew that Alice must have been in torment and feeling a hurt so deep. She allowed Alice to speak her mind, listening to the torrent of emotions. She heard the demanding question from her lover, “Why?”
“There is something I want to tell you my love, something I cannot talk to you about over the phone, I need to see you, so I can explain…” Lorraine pleaded. It was not a manipulative plea but a cry from the heart. “Do you know what is special about next week?” she continued.
Alice heard the voice crying out from Lorraine’s soul, causing her to soften the anger she was feeling. “Yes I do, it is the anniversary of our meeting at the villa,” she responded with less aggression, “that is what is hurting me most, the memories.”
Lorraine’s soul spoke to Alice once more “This is where I want you to come now, to join us here, me and George.”
Alice replaced the receiver and immediately deleted the unfinished email. At the other end, Lorraine turned to George and amid tears of relief, she whispered, “She is coming.” And George kissed her gently on the cheek, “You need to sleep, my sweet, go and have a lie down while I arrange Alice’s trip.” Lorraine nodded in agreement, returned the kiss to her loyal lover and went to the bedroom to rest.
Thirty minutes later George peered around the bedroom door “I thought I told you to rest” she protested when she saw that Lorraine was still awake. Lorraine was lying on the bed handling a banana seductively “I love you George,” she whispered. George watched as Lorraine undid her own bikini top and began to stroke her breasts with the banana. George then unbuttoned her own cuffs and pulled her blouse from the waist of her skirt at the same time as Lorraine untied the sarong allowing it to fall open onto the bed.
George removed her blouse, slowly sliding it off of her shoulders and down her arms, and then slid off her skirt standing before Lorraine in bra and panties, watching her lover arousing herself with the phallic fruit. Lorraine ran the banana over her panties and then slid it beneath the silky material to massage her pink exotic flower.
“I want to watch you Lorraine,” pleaded George, sliding down to her knees and then hooking her thumbs into Lorraine’s panties and slowly pulling them down and freeing them over her ankles. Then she ran her tongue up Lorraine’s leg on the way back up, licking her mound quickly before rising and sitting in a chair nearby. Lorraine rubbed the fruit over her pussy, giving George full visual and began to insert it, slowly.
George watched intently as she saw the wetness beginning to work. She watched as full penetration was achieved and with each stroke, the crescent shaped fruit rubbed against the little bud. George groaned as she watched Lorraine remove, unpeel and reinsert the soft flesh of the fruit between the moistness of her petals, watching her gyrate her finger over her aroused love button. She began to lick her lips as she saw the juices glistening on the banana and her lovers pink lips covered with the pulp.
“Your dinner awaits,” said Lorraine provocatively and offered her finger. George stood and walked over and then took the finger deep into her mouth, running her tongue over it whilst sucking the intoxicating vanilla from it. And lowering to her knees, George leaned forward and bit off a piece of the banana. She swallowed, reached up and began to twirl Lorraine’s nipple between her fingers as she took another bite. And then scraping her teeth against the petals, she took the last bite that was just outside of Lorraine’s quim.
“Share the last bite with me,” Lorraine pleaded. George waited for her lover to release a little from inside and wrapping her mouth around it as it began to appear, she sucked the rest of it out, chewing and rising up. Lorraine entwined her tongue with her lovers’, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the saltiness of her own love juice, sharing it with gentle passion.
George slid the remainder of the banana into her mouth before gliding down between Lorraine’s legs once more, probing her tongue into her, running it along the soft walls of her vagina and removing the remnants of the banana that were still mingled with her natural juices.
She felt the first wave of contractions rising from deep within Lorraine’s body. She looked and saw the spasms as the orgasm begin to force its way out. And with the first trickle there followed a torrent of cum as the juices were forced out during the climax. Lorraine screamed as the intensity of her orgasm overpowered her. She writhed on the bed allowing it to ride its full course before collapsing, exhausted, and whispering softly, “I love you George.”
Three days later Lorraine and George were both at San Monique airport in the early evening to greet Alice. They embraced her in turn with a warm welcoming hug and a peck on the cheek. Alice was immediately taken aback by the changes she saw in her two friends as they both looked younger. Lorraine looked more radiant; her blue eyes more sparkling and her presence more intense. George had grown her hair, it was now long and curly and it softened her facial features and some how directed you to her hypnotic cat green eyes.
“Come you must be worn out,” said George in a concerned voice, “Let’s get you to the villa.”
The short journey from the airport was interspersed by pockets of polite conversation. Alice was intent on discovering what Lorraine had to say and felt that she could not settle until she discovered the answers she sought.
Arriving at the villa, Alice was subdued, reminiscing about her time there almost twelve months ago, alone with Lorraine. The memories that came back to her were distant yet sweet. And as her two friends carried her luggage into the villa for her, those memories flooded back.
“It is now two in the morning by your internal clock.” Lorraine said, “I think you should sleep and adjust to the jet lag.”
Alice replied with the same determination that brought her there, “I can’t, and will not sleep until you have told me what you have to say!”
Lorraine looked at her long and hard, she knew Alice’s strength of character and realised that she had no choice but to accede to the demands. “Ok,” she relented, sit down and listen…”
The three of them sat individually in chairs around the central coffee table. “Five months ago,” she continued, “I was diagnosed with cancer, the big C.”
“What!” Alice replied, shocked by the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because the doctors did not know how serious it was. Whether the tumor was benign or malignant, I had no news until the tests were completed”
“And you shouldered all that worry upon yourself? You are a foolish woman!”
George intercepted, “I think she was very brave. She burdened all the worry, until she knew what she could tell us.”
Alice sat upright, took a deep trembling breath and looked directly at Lorraine with trepidation. “So, what can you tell us my love?”
Lorraine returned her gaze, and with a small tear trickling from the corner of her eye she said, “It was the biggest scare in my life, after a few tests and a long agonising wait the doctors told me it was benign. I had keyhole surgery a month ago. And so I live to haunt you another day Alice my love.”
Alice stood and walked across to her friend, taking her hand, gesturing for her to stand. They embraced, firmly holding heads, unashamed of the tears that melted into each other’s hair.
The following morning Alice awoke late by her own time, but yet it was very early for the San Monique time zone. And she felt like a child on Christmas morning; wide-eyed, expectant and filled with anticipation, not daring to unwrap her presents while her parents were still sleeping.
Wasting no time she quickly showered, dressed and ran out onto the beach to look around, to smell and taste the sea air and to listen to the waves, feeling the ambience, and walking the same steps that she had made twelve months earlier.
The villa itself was situated in a secluded bay on the south coast of the island just outside of the main town of Sainte Luce. And as Alice stood on the white sands looking northwards she saw the backdrop of tropical greenery stretching towards Le Montagne du Vauclin in the distance. “This is a very special place,” she acknowledged, whispering to herself.
The nearest hotel was some distance away and it was rare to see a wandering tourist this far from the structured entertainment, as indeed Alice herself had done. She was so glad that she had, but now hoped that no more would, for this trip and this place was very precious, it was beyond paradise and belonged only to Lorraine, George and herself.
She returned to the villa to hear the happy chatting of her two friends, and Lorraine greeted Alice upon her return by wrapping her with pure love, “I felt what you thought while you were walking my darling,” Lorraine declared with empathy, “Today is ours alone, that I promise.”
“Come and have some breakfast,” George suggested, as she laid the table with a variety of tropical fruits.
Shortly after breakfast the three of them emerged into the warm morning sunshine, laughing while sprinting the ubiquitous race to the sea. Each of them tried to cheat by holding the other back and falling onto the white sand, helping each other up. There was no loser in the race, because hands were held together, with outstretched arms and they ploughed into the warm waters as one.
They sealed their bond of friendship by holding hands in an eternal threesome. And then broke to splash playfully, before separating to take a swim, content in their own thoughts.
Lorraine was the first of the three angelfish to re-emerge from the azure sea, moving her way up the beach towards the villa. She laid a beach towel on the warm white sand before taking on the tropical sunshine topless. And as dolphins communicated through the water, George felt the absence of her friend and quickly joined her.
“You need sun lotion on that fair skin of yours,” George cautioned, as she knelt beside Lorraine. After smoothing her lovers exposed skin with lotion, George lay beside her, and together they lay on their backs with eyes closed, listening to the sound of the breaking waves in the warm yet refreshing breeze that wafted in from the sea.
Eventually, the final angelfish joined them. Alice overlapped her beach towel on Lorraine’s left-hand side, relaxed and slowly sank into a heavenly peaceful semi-conscious dream. All three, re-united together in their relaxed slumber.
George opened her eyes and turned towards Lorraine, resting her head in her hand. She took some sand and slowly dribbled it over Lorraine’s belly button whilst studying her with affection. And as Lorraine dreamed, she felt the warm sand; she felt warm love flowing over her. She sensed the close proximity of her two friends and the sheer joy of being alive.
And then it hit her. And it hit her hard. She opened her eyes wide.
“I am alive!” she uttered. She thanked the benign entity that had made it so. And for the first time since she was born she appreciated the true beauty of life, of being alive and of being a part of other people’s lives. And through the blurred misty tears of her dream she heard George’s voice:
“Alice? She needs us, and she needs us now.”
Alice looked over at Lorraine and immediately saw that she was needed to comfort her friend, watching on, as George kissed Lorraine’s shoulder. Alice then began to stroke Lorraine’s hair gently.
“I love that,” whispered Lorraine, wanting Alice’s fingers to be caught in her locks forever. Alice brushed her hair back from her face and very gently and delicately kissed Lorraine on the lips, thinking to herself; “If I was an angel right now, I would wrap you in both of my wings.”
“Have you two ever done scissors?” asked George?
“What is scissors?” Lorraine asked as Alice grinned and nodded her reply, knowing exactly what George was suggesting.
“She needs to learn, it’s quite nice,” said George, smiling back at Alice.
Alice gripped Lorraine’s bikini bottom with her teeth and slowly pulled them down over her ankles. Then she released them from her teeth, looking up at Lorraine as George looked on. “Now, open your legs nice and wide my love and turn onto your side.”
Alice removed her own bikini bottom and entwined her legs around Lorraine so that both their pussies made intimate contact. The term ‘scissors’ became obvious to Lorraine as she sighed a deep breathe…
”Oh yes!”
George watched as the two of them increased the pressure of touch and speed. Their grinding contact of both their flowers merging created new sensations that Lorraine had not felt before. Their clits touched and massaged as the grinding pressure between them increased, sending each of them on their own journey towards ultimate excitement. She could see them both quickly responding to that intimate position, which in essence had to be the closest any two women could get to sexual intercourse. But she also knew that there was something else that needed completing.
George reached into her bag and pulled out a large double-ended dildo, and then licked each end of the flexible plastic snake. Alice watched on, gasping with the sensations that took over her body and the sight of George tantalising.
“Oh God, yes!” screamed Alice, “into us both…please!”
George held the double ender in front of both of their entrances, “What a gorgeous sight,” she proclaimed whilst sliding one end slowly into Lorraine and then the other into Alice, holding it steady as they both took it in.
Lorraine edged closer to Alice, feeling it penetrate deep within her as George pushed first within her and then into Alice. She tried to reach her hand to touch George, but fell back as she felt it push against her cervix.
George leaned her head down and began to run her tongue over Lorraine's swollen clit and then onto Alice’s in turn, going back and forth between the two of them, pushing and licking vigorously.
Lorraine watched Alice’s vagina share the same experience as her own and she heard her making the same ecstatic noises. They were both riding it, pushing in and then out between them with increasing ferocity. She felt the juices building, the first wave of contractions starting to take over her body.
George then released her control of the dildo, letting the two of them control it themselves, watching and lapping alternatively at both, taking on their juices and tasting both of them at the same time.
Alice and Lorraine began to scream at the same time, “Come, come together my lovers,” demanded George. She reached out and began to tweak and play with each of their nipples, and together the two of them released to their fantastic head spinning climaxes.
George smiled at both of them, “What a beautiful thing to watch,” she said awestruck with what she had witnessed, watching her two friends now prostrate and relaxed, riding out the feelings. “Oh I love you two!” she declared with deep feeling and emotion.
Lorraine reached out and smeared her fingers with Alice’s juices. Then she rubbed the cum deep into her own vagina and over her clit. George slid up to her and began kissing her, letting her taste the combined juices still in her mouth. And as Lorraine rubbed Alice’s cum into her nipples, she watched George move over to Alice, allowing her to share the same taste. George knelt and reached down to touch herself.
“Ummmmm…yes! Please let us watch you George. Make yourself cum for us.” Lorraine pleaded.
George moved her finger over her clit in circles as Alice and Lorraine crawled up closer. She felt her wetness growing. She slid a finger inside of herself as she continued to rub her clit. Lorraine kissed Georges’ her inner thigh as she inserted a second finger into herself, increasing the rhythm.
“Show us! Fuck yourself real good for us George!” screamed Alice. George slid four fingers into herself and used her thumb on her excited clit. Neither Lorraine nor Alice could take their eyes away as they began to feel themselves with their own fingers, matching George in her actions.
“Oh George, look at the cream on your fingers!” Alice remarked. George leant her head backwards feeling her own impending release. Fingers worked between honey soaked petals as George supported herself with one hand on the sand, whilst fucking. Suddenly she let out a gasping cry.
“Cum George, yes, cum for us!” Alice and Lorraine begged in unison. “We are with you lover, we are riding it with you George.” All three were now totally engrossed in watching each other and in what they were doing to themselves.
George fell back onto the beach towel writhing, but did not stop. She emitted one final scream of ecstasy as her body shuddered and writhed with the magnificent orgasmic release. Lorraine dove in quickly with her mouth, keeping her open and drinking the flood that was being forced from her squirming body.
Alice watched on in awe as George thrashed and groaned. She had never seen another woman cum in such a tremendous release before.
The three of them were once more re-united in perfect harmony.
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The following day Lorraine declared that she had work to attend to and would need to be close to her computer for most of the morning. This was accepted by the other two without question and so they busied themselves with relaxation.
George and Alice prepared a light lunch to which they all sat around the table to eat. And while munching her baguette George asked Lorraine out of curiosity “Have you finished those documents?”
“Yes,” she replied. “But I need to drive up to Fort de France in order to authorise a bank transfer.”
George was pensive for a moment, continuing to nibble at her lunch before eventually asking, “If the documents have your signature, then as your PPS surely I can do that?”
Lorraine knew her friend well and she instinctively sensed that she had some ulterior motive. “What are you proposing George?” she questioned.
“Well,” she responded, “I need to do some shopping of my own, pay off my credit card and we need to stock up on some essential items here. I shall be away for the rest of the afternoon.”
Lorraine thought for a moment. “I have a suggestion then. I will hire a cab later and the three of us will meet up at the hotel on the bay and we will have dinner together.”
Later, as George started the car and set off towards the main road she chuckled to herself, pleased with her achievement. “It has been nearly ten months since those two have been alone together, I sincerely hope that they misbehave.”
Back in the lounge at the villa Alice was intrigued once more by the African facemasks on the wall, and noticing her curiosity Lorraine asked her “You are fascinated by them aren’t you?”
Alice replied, not looking at Lorraine but transfixed by the images on the wall, “Yes, they are powerful objects with spirits of their own, they appear to have different embodiments of good and evil, how did you come by them?”
“Have you ever watched James Bond films?” asked Lorraine.
Alice continued to be amazed by Lorraine’s apparent change of topic. Even though she had learned that her thread of thought followed the same path, it was always in an oblique and interesting manner.
“Well of course, yes, they are unavoidable, but what has this to do with masks?” Alice sat and listened as Lorraine explained.
“This island has a culture tradition, and in the film Live and Let Die it was used as the base for the evil villain Kananga. He grew and processed opium in order to flood the American market and he used voodoo masks to keep the locals away from his farm. See that that mask there? It is full of evil, but it is made from resin, it was one of the masks used in the film.”
Alice stood and walked over. Then overcoming her revulsion, she no longer held a hidden fear, but was genuinely impressed. “Wow, and that one?” she asked, “I was intrigued by it when you first invited me in here, it is totally out of character with the rest; was it made by an amateur?”
Alice quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She suddenly thought that Lorraine might have carved it herself.” She was embarrassed by the potential blunder. But Lorraine emitted a warm-hearted laugh, for she knew precisely why she loved this girl.
As the two of them occupied the exact same positions as they had twelve months ago, Lorraine was reminded of Alice’s joie de vivre, her inquisitive mind and her probing questions. She seemed to remember that it was Alice that had somehow managed to talk her way in rather than be invited and Lorraine knew the reasons why she had allowed her to do so.
“A story comes with that mask,” Lorraine began, “The Shaman who carved it for me said that it would only possess beauty when love is re-born. When I saw and spoke to you on that day I thought that you were Catherine’s spirit, and that the story he told may have come true.”
Neither Lorraine nor Alice spoke for several minutes before Lorraine concluded, “And the rest are genuine African tribal masks, I have been collecting them for years, beautiful aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Alice replied in a daze, aware of the first time she had stood in that same spot. She somehow felt that it was that very same day, and the last twelve months had been a daydream. They both sensed the sudden change of mood between them and Lorraine approached her to kiss her soft lips. Alice smiled back, grateful for the personal attention.
Lorraine then took Alice by the hand, “Come, lie down with me,” she suggested, leading Alice to the bedroom. ”I want you more than anyone I have ever known.” Alice followed; she was full of love for Lorraine.
Tenderly they undressed each other, caressing their bodies, feeling the naked skin before sitting together on the bed leaning on the headboard and gently kissing and absorbing their love. Their arms and knees overlapped as they began to mutually caress each other’s mounds, they parted each other’s petals as their fingers entered the other’s vagina. Together they became aroused as the fingers became coated with juices.
And without ever once taking her eyes away from Alice, Lorraine removed her fingers and at the same time as she pulled Alice’s arm up, wrapping their hands together, entwining their fingers. And with half opened eyes they both lent in to kiss and lick and share their juices.
They were both breathing deeply with intense emotion as Lorraine took the two fingers that had been inside of her and sucked. The air was now filled with the aroma of love juices. “I want to kiss you,” Alice whispered and Lorraine offered her mouth and tongue.
“Take me,” she replied.
Alice licked her soft moist lips and slowly began to kiss deeper and passionately. Lorraine felt more than just Alice’s tongue, she feel her very spirit enter into her.
Still kissing they lay down with Alice on top, hands locked together by their sides, breasts pressing against each other and Alice grinding her groin into Lorraine.
“Oh my God Lorraine, I love you,” Alice proclaimed as she squeezed their fingers together tightly, her eyes filled with tears of love and snuggling into Lorraine’s shoulder and neck They both wanted to stay like that forever.
“Let us make love,” whispered Lorraine, “I am ready for you.”
Alice released their hands and began to slowly move downwards, planting angel kisses on Lorraine’s skin and licking as she passed over her left nipple. She swivelled around on her knees, reaching the navel; Lorraine ran her fingers down Alice’s spine and gently stroked her buttocks.
Alice came to rest between Lorraine’s thighs, licking each in turn as she moved towards her mons. And as she straddled Lorraine’s face she resumed her two fingers to hold open the petals and watch the flower open wide before her. They each began to tenderly lick up and down each other’s soft pink tissue, probing their tongues into the widening holes, tasting. Gently they began to bite and nibble their clits, pulling at them with their teeth.
Intoxicated now by each other’s scent they inserted their fingers and began to work them in then out catching the g-spot and grinding with each stroke. Stretching wider, they slowly worked in four fingers while continuing to suck and nibble on each other’s buttons. Together they felt the sensation of climax building as they rode that fine line between pain and pleasure. Together they screamed as they each exploded and together they drank the sweet honey nectar from the other. And then together they slept in each other’s arms.
It was Alice that awoke first and gently aroused Lorraine from her slumber, “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting George?”
Lorraine looked at the bedside clock and immediately sprang out of bed, “We are not too bad, but to save time we had better shower together.”
“I don’t have any problem with that,” was Alice’s response.
Shortly after they were washed, dressed and applying cosmetics as they sat in the taxicab on their way to Fort de France. And as soon as George saw them she smiled, for she knew by the serene look on their faces that they had made love together.
They chatted away happily as they sat and watched the sun slowly sinking but forgetting to take with it the warmth it had shed during the course of the day.
And Lorraine looked at her two friends and said, “I want to thank you both for what you did yesterday, you selflessly gave your love to me and shared your bodies.” She paused and reached out to hold each of her friend’s hands, “It was a beautiful and wholesome feeling and one that I think you should experience also.” She raised both their hands to her mouth and kissed them, “I propose that each of you, in turn, be the centre of attention in the same way while the other two of us dedicate ourselves to satisfying your deepest desires.”
On the journey back Lorraine was not surprised by the apparent lack of conversation, as she knew that her friends were thinking hard, trying to conjure up the erotic images in their minds. From the back seat of the car she heard Alice emit a small whimper and instantly knew that she had thought of an idea…
Chapter 10.
“Stop the cab!” I screamed, and the driver reacted instantly by slamming on the brakes. I noticed the store that had always been there since I was a teenager and loved to visit whenever I was in San Monique. Leaving the cab, I quickly ran back a few metres down the street followed by Lorraine and George.
“What on earth are you up to Alice?” Lorraine asked looking at me as I stood outside the shop. George smiled and winked when she realised what kind of trade the store dealt in.
“Costumes…we need costumes.” I explained, leading the way inside. And that place had never changed one bit since my last visit. With all kinds of costumes for hire or purchase for every event and occasion it was always fascinating to me. Many people on San Monique went there for their carnival wear. And one of the sections that always fascinated me was the masks.
“I think Alice is having ideas about masquerading.” George whispered into her ear. Lorraine raised her eyebrows and smiled, as I rummaged along the line of various masks. Nothing like the old ones that Lorraine kept in the villa. These were for masquerading and of all various materials and attractive colours. And once more my fantasies were enthused by the collection.
Lorraine and George joined me in trying them on, as we laughed and joked with each other. The storekeeper, a man in his later years, watched on fascinated by our playful bantering.
“Ladies! May I be so pleased to have your attention,” he interrupted. “You are welcome to try those masks for whatever occasion you have in mind. But with them, goes the costumes, which I must draw your attention to.”
We looked at him and the way he spoke to us made us giggle like mischievous schoolgirls. “And sir, what do you recommend?” Lorraine replied. And without further ado, the man led all three of us into a locked room that he opened especially for us. Inside was even more fascinating with various risqué costumes on mannequins that matched my imagination precisely. We stood, speechless looking at each other with our minds gelled to the same thoughts.
“You see ladies, I know exactly what you are looking for. I have these set aside for those extra special occasions that stimulates certain ladies desires. Maybe a very private sharing occasion?”
“Can we try them on?” George asked.
“Of course…be my guest. Take your time. I shall leave you alone to do as you please.” And with that the man left us alone, locking the door behind him.
“Oh Alice, what do you have in mind?” Lorraine asked excitedly. George began to remove her clothes until she was naked, and we watched her take one of the costumes made in red latex and adorned in gold chains. It was a bikini style top with the cups open to reveal the nipples and a thong with a small opening to allow access to that certain secret place. “Well, go on…try it on.” Lorraine continued.
We watched as she fit perfectly in the outfit. Her smooth pink areola protruding gorgeously how they were meant to be. And I handed her a matching red latex mask that covered her eyes and upper face. “That’s cool.” I said as we stood in fascination at the view before our eyes. George turned for us to take a look from all angles.
“So, what do you think?”
“Splendid. I think Alice is surprising us with her wildest of imaginations.” Lorraine replied. “I didn’t think she was into this kind of thing at all.”
“And what kind of thing would that be?” I asked, grinning cheekily. “Go on Lorraine, tell us what you think I am thinking exactly in your opinion?”
“No. Allow me to explain.” George replied. “I know exactly what Alice is thinking.” And to me it was so obvious and always had been. Both Lorraine and George had that certain something about them and about their special relationship together. George began to explain perfectly. “I think our little Alice knows quite well that you and I Lorraine are secretly Domme and sub.”
Although that was not my original intention, I played along with it. As even I did not expect to find this special room that focused upon those things. My ideas of ‘dressing up’ were based purely on role-play games I had thought up. But now there was a more interesting development unfolding thanks to the proprietor of the store.
“And where do you fit into that Alice?” Lorraine asked. “Which are you, Domme or sub?”
I had never thought of myself as being either. Our shared love was always equal in my opinion. But I wanted to discover if at all I had tendencies either way, and surely these two where the ones to show me.
She moved towards me. There was a look upon her masked face that seemed to be different than I had ever seen before. That mask did more than hide her beautiful features; it also masked her personality, opening up to something else I had never realised. She held my jaw in her hand, holding my face and forcing me to stare back at her.
“George, I don’t think…” Lorraine began, but George stopped her by raising her hand as if she was commanding her silence. And I realised at that moment how deceptive my own conclusions were. It was not the boss who was the Domme, but the PPS.
“It’s OK Lorraine, I just need Alice to know something here and now before she becomes too involved.” Her eyes pierced into mine and I was locked upon them, unable to even look away. Her grip was not painful, just restraining, so that I could not look away from her hypnotic gaze. “This game that Lorraine and I play is not for you my love. If you are not certain, then leave it. Don’t even try to think about it.”
I took a sideward glance at Lorraine and she was looking down as if regretting something. “Baby, I want you to know that this game we play is dangerous,” George continued. “It can be very addictive, and there is no easy way out. It takes over your wildest of fantasies and like a drug…makes you crave for more.”
George let go of me and turned to Lorraine as I watched on. “Who is your Mistress?” Lorraine kept her head lowered and whispered her reply “You are.” But that was not clear enough for George. She quickly grabbed and took Lorraine’s hair in her hand and pulled.
“Say it louder, with more respect!” George demanded. “Say it!” Lorraine dropped slowly to her knees in pain. A pain that even I could feel as George twisted those beautiful red curls in her tight fist. I was horrified and wanted her to stop there and then, but I restrained myself, realising that this was their game and they were showing me how it was played.
“You are my Mistress and I obey every command.” Lorraine cried, and I saw a single tear trickle down her face onto her upper lip where it began to gather, forming into a droplet. “You are my Mistress, my only mistress and I promise that I will obey no other but you.” Then George released her grip and looked at me.
“Now you know baby. You have seen how powerful this thing can be. Control of another human soul through pain and torture, as I control Lorraine, because I need to give pain for sexual pleasure and she needs to take it.”
Before that moment I had only read stories, watched videos and looked at photographs of domination sex. But now I had seen it for myself and looked more into the act and I realised how real this thing was. But something inside wanted me to watch on more through sexual curiosity as Lorraine looked up at me through her tears and smiled. She was happy to receive the pain and domination and because of that I wanted her to take more of whatever George was prepared to give.
“Let me watch. I want to see more of this.” The words rolled from my tongue with such desire that I even queried myself after I said them. I was driven by desire to actually see more of their game like a spectator desired to see the kill of a gladiator in the arena. It turned me on in a way that even I could not resist.
“Yes, just as I thought.” George began, “What is it baby that you feel?” I looked at her feeling my thoughts desires. I wanted to see George give Lorraine her punishment more than the desire to watch Lorraine take it. “I can see it in your eyes baby. You want me to continue to humiliate her don’t you?”
I slowly nodded my reply. And the two of them began to continue their game for me to watch. I had not only realised that I was a capable Domme in such games, but also I realised my desire to be a voyeur.
George told Lorraine to stand and remove her clothes, and I did the same. Within minutes we were both naked and aroused. And as George moved closer to her, running her finger between the tops of Lorraine’s thighs, I was touching myself the same way as if my finger was gathering Lorraine’s sticky nectar. As George tasted, then so did I. As she took Lorraine’s nipple between her fingers and pulled, then I did the same, as if my fingers were pulling at Lorraine’s sensitive nipple, feeling both senses of giving and receiving.
It was a new horizon that I had crossed and from then on I knew something about myself more clearly. I had learnt that my tendencies were towards the dominant rather than the subservient, although I had derived a certain pleasure from both.
That evening, back at the villa, I stood alone on the veranda gathering my thoughts of that day and looking out to the crashing sea as it came to rest on the beach in total darkness of the night. The soothing cool breeze began to relax me and refresh me from the balmy heat of that tropical paradise as I stood with my eyes closed.
“Alice.” Lorraine’s voice stirred me from my thoughts. She stood behind me, resting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her tender arms around my waist. “I want to offer you something and you must accept It.” She said. I listened intently feeling her close. “I want you to be my area manager at the York office.”
“But, I know nothing about it.” I replied. “I don’t know the first thing about managing a business.” I wondered why she requested that I take on such an offer without being obliged to refuse without offending her.
“You will have training. A few weeks maybe or as long as you require. But I need you to take on this job.” She turned my face towards hers and planted a gentle kiss upon my lips before smiling. “It will work, I know it will because I trust you my love.”
“But why me and not…” I looked towards the open lounge and saw George sitting in an armchair enjoying the music being fed to her sensorium through headphones, oblivious of our conversation. Lorraine turned my face back and with her gorgeous irresistible smile she shuck her head in reply.
Surely through their secret games George could have manipulated her own future with the power she had over Lorraine. But it did not work that way. Their game was strictly sexual and far from professional. There was a boundary in place that both of them respected.
Chapter 9. Six Months Later: The Re-Union.
Alice awoke slowly from her dream. It was the kind of dream that lingers in the mind, the kind of dream that follows you into the waking hours and preys on your senses. She was disturbed, and had been for some time now.
It had been over six months since her trip to London to see Lorraine and the weekend she had spent with her and George. She recollected the night they had made love together and the pleasure they had shared and the feeling of “one-ness” between them. Something had changed abruptly soon after and she did not know what or why. Alice felt disconcerted.
At first the telephone calls had been regular. Her lifeline to Lorraine and George dwindled and the calls slowly evolved into emails and gradually she lost the voice contact. And then the emails ceased. Alice felt annoyed. Any further attempts at phoning Lorraine or George had been met with either a recorded message or by someone obviously primed to deflect her enquiries. “Enough is enough!” she cursed.
Alice went downstairs with a stern look on her face determined to confront the issue and refusing to be ignored and treated as if she no longer existed. She felt that she was no longer a part of their lives, and so she logged into her email account and began to type, vitriol was prevalent in her message. Alice emitted a stream of profanities through her mails, and then she heard the telephone, interrupting before she had finished. Alice began to accuse, not even knowing whom the caller was.
Lorraine was not at all surprised to hear the anger in her lovers’ voice. “I’m so sorry my love,” replied Lorraine with deep remorse. She knew that Alice must have been in torment and feeling a hurt so deep. She allowed Alice to speak her mind, listening to the torrent of emotions. She heard the demanding question from her lover, “Why?”
“There is something I want to tell you my love, something I cannot talk to you about over the phone, I need to see you, so I can explain…” Lorraine pleaded. It was not a manipulative plea but a cry from the heart. “Do you know what is special about next week?” she continued.
Alice heard the voice crying out from Lorraine’s soul, causing her to soften the anger she was feeling. “Yes I do, it is the anniversary of our meeting at the villa,” she responded with less aggression, “that is what is hurting me most, the memories.”
Lorraine’s soul spoke to Alice once more “This is where I want you to come now, to join us here, me and George.”
Alice replaced the receiver and immediately deleted the unfinished email. At the other end, Lorraine turned to George and amid tears of relief, she whispered, “She is coming.” And George kissed her gently on the cheek, “You need to sleep, my sweet, go and have a lie down while I arrange Alice’s trip.” Lorraine nodded in agreement, returned the kiss to her loyal lover and went to the bedroom to rest.
Thirty minutes later George peered around the bedroom door “I thought I told you to rest” she protested when she saw that Lorraine was still awake. Lorraine was lying on the bed handling a banana seductively “I love you George,” she whispered. George watched as Lorraine undid her own bikini top and began to stroke her breasts with the banana. George then unbuttoned her own cuffs and pulled her blouse from the waist of her skirt at the same time as Lorraine untied the sarong allowing it to fall open onto the bed.
George removed her blouse, slowly sliding it off of her shoulders and down her arms, and then slid off her skirt standing before Lorraine in bra and panties, watching her lover arousing herself with the phallic fruit. Lorraine ran the banana over her panties and then slid it beneath the silky material to massage her pink exotic flower.
“I want to watch you Lorraine,” pleaded George, sliding down to her knees and then hooking her thumbs into Lorraine’s panties and slowly pulling them down and freeing them over her ankles. Then she ran her tongue up Lorraine’s leg on the way back up, licking her mound quickly before rising and sitting in a chair nearby. Lorraine rubbed the fruit over her pussy, giving George full visual and began to insert it, slowly.
George watched intently as she saw the wetness beginning to work. She watched as full penetration was achieved and with each stroke, the crescent shaped fruit rubbed against the little bud. George groaned as she watched Lorraine remove, unpeel and reinsert the soft flesh of the fruit between the moistness of her petals, watching her gyrate her finger over her aroused love button. She began to lick her lips as she saw the juices glistening on the banana and her lovers pink lips covered with the pulp.
“Your dinner awaits,” said Lorraine provocatively and offered her finger. George stood and walked over and then took the finger deep into her mouth, running her tongue over it whilst sucking the intoxicating vanilla from it. And lowering to her knees, George leaned forward and bit off a piece of the banana. She swallowed, reached up and began to twirl Lorraine’s nipple between her fingers as she took another bite. And then scraping her teeth against the petals, she took the last bite that was just outside of Lorraine’s quim.
“Share the last bite with me,” Lorraine pleaded. George waited for her lover to release a little from inside and wrapping her mouth around it as it began to appear, she sucked the rest of it out, chewing and rising up. Lorraine entwined her tongue with her lovers’, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the saltiness of her own love juice, sharing it with gentle passion.
George slid the remainder of the banana into her mouth before gliding down between Lorraine’s legs once more, probing her tongue into her, running it along the soft walls of her vagina and removing the remnants of the banana that were still mingled with her natural juices.
She felt the first wave of contractions rising from deep within Lorraine’s body. She looked and saw the spasms as the orgasm begin to force its way out. And with the first trickle there followed a torrent of cum as the juices were forced out during the climax. Lorraine screamed as the intensity of her orgasm overpowered her. She writhed on the bed allowing it to ride its full course before collapsing, exhausted, and whispering softly, “I love you George.”
Three days later Lorraine and George were both at San Monique airport in the early evening to greet Alice. They embraced her in turn with a warm welcoming hug and a peck on the cheek. Alice was immediately taken aback by the changes she saw in her two friends as they both looked younger. Lorraine looked more radiant; her blue eyes more sparkling and her presence more intense. George had grown her hair, it was now long and curly and it softened her facial features and some how directed you to her hypnotic cat green eyes.
“Come you must be worn out,” said George in a concerned voice, “Let’s get you to the villa.”
The short journey from the airport was interspersed by pockets of polite conversation. Alice was intent on discovering what Lorraine had to say and felt that she could not settle until she discovered the answers she sought.
Arriving at the villa, Alice was subdued, reminiscing about her time there almost twelve months ago, alone with Lorraine. The memories that came back to her were distant yet sweet. And as her two friends carried her luggage into the villa for her, those memories flooded back.
“It is now two in the morning by your internal clock.” Lorraine said, “I think you should sleep and adjust to the jet lag.”
Alice replied with the same determination that brought her there, “I can’t, and will not sleep until you have told me what you have to say!”
Lorraine looked at her long and hard, she knew Alice’s strength of character and realised that she had no choice but to accede to the demands. “Ok,” she relented, sit down and listen…”
The three of them sat individually in chairs around the central coffee table. “Five months ago,” she continued, “I was diagnosed with cancer, the big C.”
“What!” Alice replied, shocked by the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because the doctors did not know how serious it was. Whether the tumor was benign or malignant, I had no news until the tests were completed”
“And you shouldered all that worry upon yourself? You are a foolish woman!”
George intercepted, “I think she was very brave. She burdened all the worry, until she knew what she could tell us.”
Alice sat upright, took a deep trembling breath and looked directly at Lorraine with trepidation. “So, what can you tell us my love?”
Lorraine returned her gaze, and with a small tear trickling from the corner of her eye she said, “It was the biggest scare in my life, after a few tests and a long agonising wait the doctors told me it was benign. I had keyhole surgery a month ago. And so I live to haunt you another day Alice my love.”
Alice stood and walked across to her friend, taking her hand, gesturing for her to stand. They embraced, firmly holding heads, unashamed of the tears that melted into each other’s hair.
The following morning Alice awoke late by her own time, but yet it was very early for the San Monique time zone. And she felt like a child on Christmas morning; wide-eyed, expectant and filled with anticipation, not daring to unwrap her presents while her parents were still sleeping.
Wasting no time she quickly showered, dressed and ran out onto the beach to look around, to smell and taste the sea air and to listen to the waves, feeling the ambience, and walking the same steps that she had made twelve months earlier.
The villa itself was situated in a secluded bay on the south coast of the island just outside of the main town of Sainte Luce. And as Alice stood on the white sands looking northwards she saw the backdrop of tropical greenery stretching towards Le Montagne du Vauclin in the distance. “This is a very special place,” she acknowledged, whispering to herself.
The nearest hotel was some distance away and it was rare to see a wandering tourist this far from the structured entertainment, as indeed Alice herself had done. She was so glad that she had, but now hoped that no more would, for this trip and this place was very precious, it was beyond paradise and belonged only to Lorraine, George and herself.
She returned to the villa to hear the happy chatting of her two friends, and Lorraine greeted Alice upon her return by wrapping her with pure love, “I felt what you thought while you were walking my darling,” Lorraine declared with empathy, “Today is ours alone, that I promise.”
“Come and have some breakfast,” George suggested, as she laid the table with a variety of tropical fruits.
Shortly after breakfast the three of them emerged into the warm morning sunshine, laughing while sprinting the ubiquitous race to the sea. Each of them tried to cheat by holding the other back and falling onto the white sand, helping each other up. There was no loser in the race, because hands were held together, with outstretched arms and they ploughed into the warm waters as one.
They sealed their bond of friendship by holding hands in an eternal threesome. And then broke to splash playfully, before separating to take a swim, content in their own thoughts.
Lorraine was the first of the three angelfish to re-emerge from the azure sea, moving her way up the beach towards the villa. She laid a beach towel on the warm white sand before taking on the tropical sunshine topless. And as dolphins communicated through the water, George felt the absence of her friend and quickly joined her.
“You need sun lotion on that fair skin of yours,” George cautioned, as she knelt beside Lorraine. After smoothing her lovers exposed skin with lotion, George lay beside her, and together they lay on their backs with eyes closed, listening to the sound of the breaking waves in the warm yet refreshing breeze that wafted in from the sea.
Eventually, the final angelfish joined them. Alice overlapped her beach towel on Lorraine’s left-hand side, relaxed and slowly sank into a heavenly peaceful semi-conscious dream. All three, re-united together in their relaxed slumber.
George opened her eyes and turned towards Lorraine, resting her head in her hand. She took some sand and slowly dribbled it over Lorraine’s belly button whilst studying her with affection. And as Lorraine dreamed, she felt the warm sand; she felt warm love flowing over her. She sensed the close proximity of her two friends and the sheer joy of being alive.
And then it hit her. And it hit her hard. She opened her eyes wide.
“I am alive!” she uttered. She thanked the benign entity that had made it so. And for the first time since she was born she appreciated the true beauty of life, of being alive and of being a part of other people’s lives. And through the blurred misty tears of her dream she heard George’s voice:
“Alice? She needs us, and she needs us now.”
Alice looked over at Lorraine and immediately saw that she was needed to comfort her friend, watching on, as George kissed Lorraine’s shoulder. Alice then began to stroke Lorraine’s hair gently.
“I love that,” whispered Lorraine, wanting Alice’s fingers to be caught in her locks forever. Alice brushed her hair back from her face and very gently and delicately kissed Lorraine on the lips, thinking to herself; “If I was an angel right now, I would wrap you in both of my wings.”
“Have you two ever done scissors?” asked George?
“What is scissors?” Lorraine asked as Alice grinned and nodded her reply, knowing exactly what George was suggesting.
“She needs to learn, it’s quite nice,” said George, smiling back at Alice.
Alice gripped Lorraine’s bikini bottom with her teeth and slowly pulled them down over her ankles. Then she released them from her teeth, looking up at Lorraine as George looked on. “Now, open your legs nice and wide my love and turn onto your side.”
Alice removed her own bikini bottom and entwined her legs around Lorraine so that both their pussies made intimate contact. The term ‘scissors’ became obvious to Lorraine as she sighed a deep breathe…
”Oh yes!”
George watched as the two of them increased the pressure of touch and speed. Their grinding contact of both their flowers merging created new sensations that Lorraine had not felt before. Their clits touched and massaged as the grinding pressure between them increased, sending each of them on their own journey towards ultimate excitement. She could see them both quickly responding to that intimate position, which in essence had to be the closest any two women could get to sexual intercourse. But she also knew that there was something else that needed completing.
George reached into her bag and pulled out a large double-ended dildo, and then licked each end of the flexible plastic snake. Alice watched on, gasping with the sensations that took over her body and the sight of George tantalising.
“Oh God, yes!” screamed Alice, “into us both…please!”
George held the double ender in front of both of their entrances, “What a gorgeous sight,” she proclaimed whilst sliding one end slowly into Lorraine and then the other into Alice, holding it steady as they both took it in.
Lorraine edged closer to Alice, feeling it penetrate deep within her as George pushed first within her and then into Alice. She tried to reach her hand to touch George, but fell back as she felt it push against her cervix.
George leaned her head down and began to run her tongue over Lorraine's swollen clit and then onto Alice’s in turn, going back and forth between the two of them, pushing and licking vigorously.
Lorraine watched Alice’s vagina share the same experience as her own and she heard her making the same ecstatic noises. They were both riding it, pushing in and then out between them with increasing ferocity. She felt the juices building, the first wave of contractions starting to take over her body.
George then released her control of the dildo, letting the two of them control it themselves, watching and lapping alternatively at both, taking on their juices and tasting both of them at the same time.
Alice and Lorraine began to scream at the same time, “Come, come together my lovers,” demanded George. She reached out and began to tweak and play with each of their nipples, and together the two of them released to their fantastic head spinning climaxes.
George smiled at both of them, “What a beautiful thing to watch,” she said awestruck with what she had witnessed, watching her two friends now prostrate and relaxed, riding out the feelings. “Oh I love you two!” she declared with deep feeling and emotion.
Lorraine reached out and smeared her fingers with Alice’s juices. Then she rubbed the cum deep into her own vagina and over her clit. George slid up to her and began kissing her, letting her taste the combined juices still in her mouth. And as Lorraine rubbed Alice’s cum into her nipples, she watched George move over to Alice, allowing her to share the same taste. George knelt and reached down to touch herself.
“Ummmmm…yes! Please let us watch you George. Make yourself cum for us.” Lorraine pleaded.
George moved her finger over her clit in circles as Alice and Lorraine crawled up closer. She felt her wetness growing. She slid a finger inside of herself as she continued to rub her clit. Lorraine kissed Georges’ her inner thigh as she inserted a second finger into herself, increasing the rhythm.
“Show us! Fuck yourself real good for us George!” screamed Alice. George slid four fingers into herself and used her thumb on her excited clit. Neither Lorraine nor Alice could take their eyes away as they began to feel themselves with their own fingers, matching George in her actions.
“Oh George, look at the cream on your fingers!” Alice remarked. George leant her head backwards feeling her own impending release. Fingers worked between honey soaked petals as George supported herself with one hand on the sand, whilst fucking. Suddenly she let out a gasping cry.
“Cum George, yes, cum for us!” Alice and Lorraine begged in unison. “We are with you lover, we are riding it with you George.” All three were now totally engrossed in watching each other and in what they were doing to themselves.
George fell back onto the beach towel writhing, but did not stop. She emitted one final scream of ecstasy as her body shuddered and writhed with the magnificent orgasmic release. Lorraine dove in quickly with her mouth, keeping her open and drinking the flood that was being forced from her squirming body.
Alice watched on in awe as George thrashed and groaned. She had never seen another woman cum in such a tremendous release before.
The three of them were once more re-united in perfect harmony.
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The following day Lorraine declared that she had work to attend to and would need to be close to her computer for most of the morning. This was accepted by the other two without question and so they busied themselves with relaxation.
George and Alice prepared a light lunch to which they all sat around the table to eat. And while munching her baguette George asked Lorraine out of curiosity “Have you finished those documents?”
“Yes,” she replied. “But I need to drive up to Fort de France in order to authorise a bank transfer.”
George was pensive for a moment, continuing to nibble at her lunch before eventually asking, “If the documents have your signature, then as your PPS surely I can do that?”
Lorraine knew her friend well and she instinctively sensed that she had some ulterior motive. “What are you proposing George?” she questioned.
“Well,” she responded, “I need to do some shopping of my own, pay off my credit card and we need to stock up on some essential items here. I shall be away for the rest of the afternoon.”
Lorraine thought for a moment. “I have a suggestion then. I will hire a cab later and the three of us will meet up at the hotel on the bay and we will have dinner together.”
Later, as George started the car and set off towards the main road she chuckled to herself, pleased with her achievement. “It has been nearly ten months since those two have been alone together, I sincerely hope that they misbehave.”
Back in the lounge at the villa Alice was intrigued once more by the African facemasks on the wall, and noticing her curiosity Lorraine asked her “You are fascinated by them aren’t you?”
Alice replied, not looking at Lorraine but transfixed by the images on the wall, “Yes, they are powerful objects with spirits of their own, they appear to have different embodiments of good and evil, how did you come by them?”
“Have you ever watched James Bond films?” asked Lorraine.
Alice continued to be amazed by Lorraine’s apparent change of topic. Even though she had learned that her thread of thought followed the same path, it was always in an oblique and interesting manner.
“Well of course, yes, they are unavoidable, but what has this to do with masks?” Alice sat and listened as Lorraine explained.
“This island has a culture tradition, and in the film Live and Let Die it was used as the base for the evil villain Kananga. He grew and processed opium in order to flood the American market and he used voodoo masks to keep the locals away from his farm. See that that mask there? It is full of evil, but it is made from resin, it was one of the masks used in the film.”
Alice stood and walked over. Then overcoming her revulsion, she no longer held a hidden fear, but was genuinely impressed. “Wow, and that one?” she asked, “I was intrigued by it when you first invited me in here, it is totally out of character with the rest; was it made by an amateur?”
Alice quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She suddenly thought that Lorraine might have carved it herself.” She was embarrassed by the potential blunder. But Lorraine emitted a warm-hearted laugh, for she knew precisely why she loved this girl.
As the two of them occupied the exact same positions as they had twelve months ago, Lorraine was reminded of Alice’s joie de vivre, her inquisitive mind and her probing questions. She seemed to remember that it was Alice that had somehow managed to talk her way in rather than be invited and Lorraine knew the reasons why she had allowed her to do so.
“A story comes with that mask,” Lorraine began, “The Shaman who carved it for me said that it would only possess beauty when love is re-born. When I saw and spoke to you on that day I thought that you were Catherine’s spirit, and that the story he told may have come true.”
Neither Lorraine nor Alice spoke for several minutes before Lorraine concluded, “And the rest are genuine African tribal masks, I have been collecting them for years, beautiful aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Alice replied in a daze, aware of the first time she had stood in that same spot. She somehow felt that it was that very same day, and the last twelve months had been a daydream. They both sensed the sudden change of mood between them and Lorraine approached her to kiss her soft lips. Alice smiled back, grateful for the personal attention.
Lorraine then took Alice by the hand, “Come, lie down with me,” she suggested, leading Alice to the bedroom. ”I want you more than anyone I have ever known.” Alice followed; she was full of love for Lorraine.
Tenderly they undressed each other, caressing their bodies, feeling the naked skin before sitting together on the bed leaning on the headboard and gently kissing and absorbing their love. Their arms and knees overlapped as they began to mutually caress each other’s mounds, they parted each other’s petals as their fingers entered the other’s vagina. Together they became aroused as the fingers became coated with juices.
And without ever once taking her eyes away from Alice, Lorraine removed her fingers and at the same time as she pulled Alice’s arm up, wrapping their hands together, entwining their fingers. And with half opened eyes they both lent in to kiss and lick and share their juices.
They were both breathing deeply with intense emotion as Lorraine took the two fingers that had been inside of her and sucked. The air was now filled with the aroma of love juices. “I want to kiss you,” Alice whispered and Lorraine offered her mouth and tongue.
“Take me,” she replied.
Alice licked her soft moist lips and slowly began to kiss deeper and passionately. Lorraine felt more than just Alice’s tongue, she feel her very spirit enter into her.
Still kissing they lay down with Alice on top, hands locked together by their sides, breasts pressing against each other and Alice grinding her groin into Lorraine.
“Oh my God Lorraine, I love you,” Alice proclaimed as she squeezed their fingers together tightly, her eyes filled with tears of love and snuggling into Lorraine’s shoulder and neck They both wanted to stay like that forever.
“Let us make love,” whispered Lorraine, “I am ready for you.”
Alice released their hands and began to slowly move downwards, planting angel kisses on Lorraine’s skin and licking as she passed over her left nipple. She swivelled around on her knees, reaching the navel; Lorraine ran her fingers down Alice’s spine and gently stroked her buttocks.
Alice came to rest between Lorraine’s thighs, licking each in turn as she moved towards her mons. And as she straddled Lorraine’s face she resumed her two fingers to hold open the petals and watch the flower open wide before her. They each began to tenderly lick up and down each other’s soft pink tissue, probing their tongues into the widening holes, tasting. Gently they began to bite and nibble their clits, pulling at them with their teeth.
Intoxicated now by each other’s scent they inserted their fingers and began to work them in then out catching the g-spot and grinding with each stroke. Stretching wider, they slowly worked in four fingers while continuing to suck and nibble on each other’s buttons. Together they felt the sensation of climax building as they rode that fine line between pain and pleasure. Together they screamed as they each exploded and together they drank the sweet honey nectar from the other. And then together they slept in each other’s arms.
It was Alice that awoke first and gently aroused Lorraine from her slumber, “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting George?”
Lorraine looked at the bedside clock and immediately sprang out of bed, “We are not too bad, but to save time we had better shower together.”
“I don’t have any problem with that,” was Alice’s response.
Shortly after they were washed, dressed and applying cosmetics as they sat in the taxicab on their way to Fort de France. And as soon as George saw them she smiled, for she knew by the serene look on their faces that they had made love together.
They chatted away happily as they sat and watched the sun slowly sinking but forgetting to take with it the warmth it had shed during the course of the day.
And Lorraine looked at her two friends and said, “I want to thank you both for what you did yesterday, you selflessly gave your love to me and shared your bodies.” She paused and reached out to hold each of her friend’s hands, “It was a beautiful and wholesome feeling and one that I think you should experience also.” She raised both their hands to her mouth and kissed them, “I propose that each of you, in turn, be the centre of attention in the same way while the other two of us dedicate ourselves to satisfying your deepest desires.”
On the journey back Lorraine was not surprised by the apparent lack of conversation, as she knew that her friends were thinking hard, trying to conjure up the erotic images in their minds. From the back seat of the car she heard Alice emit a small whimper and instantly knew that she had thought of an idea…
Chapter 10.
“Stop the cab!” I screamed, and the driver reacted instantly by slamming on the brakes. I noticed the store that had always been there since I was a teenager and loved to visit whenever I was in San Monique. Leaving the cab, I quickly ran back a few metres down the street followed by Lorraine and George.
“What on earth are you up to Alice?” Lorraine asked looking at me as I stood outside the shop. George smiled and winked when she realised what kind of trade the store dealt in.
“Costumes…we need costumes.” I explained, leading the way inside. And that place had never changed one bit since my last visit. With all kinds of costumes for hire or purchase for every event and occasion it was always fascinating to me. Many people on San Monique went there for their carnival wear. And one of the sections that always fascinated me was the masks.
“I think Alice is having ideas about masquerading.” George whispered into her ear. Lorraine raised her eyebrows and smiled, as I rummaged along the line of various masks. Nothing like the old ones that Lorraine kept in the villa. These were for masquerading and of all various materials and attractive colours. And once more my fantasies were enthused by the collection.
Lorraine and George joined me in trying them on, as we laughed and joked with each other. The storekeeper, a man in his later years, watched on fascinated by our playful bantering.
“Ladies! May I be so pleased to have your attention,” he interrupted. “You are welcome to try those masks for whatever occasion you have in mind. But with them, goes the costumes, which I must draw your attention to.”
We looked at him and the way he spoke to us made us giggle like mischievous schoolgirls. “And sir, what do you recommend?” Lorraine replied. And without further ado, the man led all three of us into a locked room that he opened especially for us. Inside was even more fascinating with various risqué costumes on mannequins that matched my imagination precisely. We stood, speechless looking at each other with our minds gelled to the same thoughts.
“You see ladies, I know exactly what you are looking for. I have these set aside for those extra special occasions that stimulates certain ladies desires. Maybe a very private sharing occasion?”
“Can we try them on?” George asked.
“Of course…be my guest. Take your time. I shall leave you alone to do as you please.” And with that the man left us alone, locking the door behind him.
“Oh Alice, what do you have in mind?” Lorraine asked excitedly. George began to remove her clothes until she was naked, and we watched her take one of the costumes made in red latex and adorned in gold chains. It was a bikini style top with the cups open to reveal the nipples and a thong with a small opening to allow access to that certain secret place. “Well, go on…try it on.” Lorraine continued.
We watched as she fit perfectly in the outfit. Her smooth pink areola protruding gorgeously how they were meant to be. And I handed her a matching red latex mask that covered her eyes and upper face. “That’s cool.” I said as we stood in fascination at the view before our eyes. George turned for us to take a look from all angles.
“So, what do you think?”
“Splendid. I think Alice is surprising us with her wildest of imaginations.” Lorraine replied. “I didn’t think she was into this kind of thing at all.”
“And what kind of thing would that be?” I asked, grinning cheekily. “Go on Lorraine, tell us what you think I am thinking exactly in your opinion?”
“No. Allow me to explain.” George replied. “I know exactly what Alice is thinking.” And to me it was so obvious and always had been. Both Lorraine and George had that certain something about them and about their special relationship together. George began to explain perfectly. “I think our little Alice knows quite well that you and I Lorraine are secretly Domme and sub.”
Although that was not my original intention, I played along with it. As even I did not expect to find this special room that focused upon those things. My ideas of ‘dressing up’ were based purely on role-play games I had thought up. But now there was a more interesting development unfolding thanks to the proprietor of the store.
“And where do you fit into that Alice?” Lorraine asked. “Which are you, Domme or sub?”
I had never thought of myself as being either. Our shared love was always equal in my opinion. But I wanted to discover if at all I had tendencies either way, and surely these two where the ones to show me.
She moved towards me. There was a look upon her masked face that seemed to be different than I had ever seen before. That mask did more than hide her beautiful features; it also masked her personality, opening up to something else I had never realised. She held my jaw in her hand, holding my face and forcing me to stare back at her.
“George, I don’t think…” Lorraine began, but George stopped her by raising her hand as if she was commanding her silence. And I realised at that moment how deceptive my own conclusions were. It was not the boss who was the Domme, but the PPS.
“It’s OK Lorraine, I just need Alice to know something here and now before she becomes too involved.” Her eyes pierced into mine and I was locked upon them, unable to even look away. Her grip was not painful, just restraining, so that I could not look away from her hypnotic gaze. “This game that Lorraine and I play is not for you my love. If you are not certain, then leave it. Don’t even try to think about it.”
I took a sideward glance at Lorraine and she was looking down as if regretting something. “Baby, I want you to know that this game we play is dangerous,” George continued. “It can be very addictive, and there is no easy way out. It takes over your wildest of fantasies and like a drug…makes you crave for more.”
George let go of me and turned to Lorraine as I watched on. “Who is your Mistress?” Lorraine kept her head lowered and whispered her reply “You are.” But that was not clear enough for George. She quickly grabbed and took Lorraine’s hair in her hand and pulled.
“Say it louder, with more respect!” George demanded. “Say it!” Lorraine dropped slowly to her knees in pain. A pain that even I could feel as George twisted those beautiful red curls in her tight fist. I was horrified and wanted her to stop there and then, but I restrained myself, realising that this was their game and they were showing me how it was played.
“You are my Mistress and I obey every command.” Lorraine cried, and I saw a single tear trickle down her face onto her upper lip where it began to gather, forming into a droplet. “You are my Mistress, my only mistress and I promise that I will obey no other but you.” Then George released her grip and looked at me.
“Now you know baby. You have seen how powerful this thing can be. Control of another human soul through pain and torture, as I control Lorraine, because I need to give pain for sexual pleasure and she needs to take it.”
Before that moment I had only read stories, watched videos and looked at photographs of domination sex. But now I had seen it for myself and looked more into the act and I realised how real this thing was. But something inside wanted me to watch on more through sexual curiosity as Lorraine looked up at me through her tears and smiled. She was happy to receive the pain and domination and because of that I wanted her to take more of whatever George was prepared to give.
“Let me watch. I want to see more of this.” The words rolled from my tongue with such desire that I even queried myself after I said them. I was driven by desire to actually see more of their game like a spectator desired to see the kill of a gladiator in the arena. It turned me on in a way that even I could not resist.
“Yes, just as I thought.” George began, “What is it baby that you feel?” I looked at her feeling my thoughts desires. I wanted to see George give Lorraine her punishment more than the desire to watch Lorraine take it. “I can see it in your eyes baby. You want me to continue to humiliate her don’t you?”
I slowly nodded my reply. And the two of them began to continue their game for me to watch. I had not only realised that I was a capable Domme in such games, but also I realised my desire to be a voyeur.
George told Lorraine to stand and remove her clothes, and I did the same. Within minutes we were both naked and aroused. And as George moved closer to her, running her finger between the tops of Lorraine’s thighs, I was touching myself the same way as if my finger was gathering Lorraine’s sticky nectar. As George tasted, then so did I. As she took Lorraine’s nipple between her fingers and pulled, then I did the same, as if my fingers were pulling at Lorraine’s sensitive nipple, feeling both senses of giving and receiving.
It was a new horizon that I had crossed and from then on I knew something about myself more clearly. I had learnt that my tendencies were towards the dominant rather than the subservient, although I had derived a certain pleasure from both.
That evening, back at the villa, I stood alone on the veranda gathering my thoughts of that day and looking out to the crashing sea as it came to rest on the beach in total darkness of the night. The soothing cool breeze began to relax me and refresh me from the balmy heat of that tropical paradise as I stood with my eyes closed.
“Alice.” Lorraine’s voice stirred me from my thoughts. She stood behind me, resting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her tender arms around my waist. “I want to offer you something and you must accept It.” She said. I listened intently feeling her close. “I want you to be my area manager at the York office.”
“But, I know nothing about it.” I replied. “I don’t know the first thing about managing a business.” I wondered why she requested that I take on such an offer without being obliged to refuse without offending her.
“You will have training. A few weeks maybe or as long as you require. But I need you to take on this job.” She turned my face towards hers and planted a gentle kiss upon my lips before smiling. “It will work, I know it will because I trust you my love.”
“But why me and not…” I looked towards the open lounge and saw George sitting in an armchair enjoying the music being fed to her sensorium through headphones, oblivious of our conversation. Lorraine turned my face back and with her gorgeous irresistible smile she shuck her head in reply.
Surely through their secret games George could have manipulated her own future with the power she had over Lorraine. But it did not work that way. Their game was strictly sexual and far from professional. There was a boundary in place that both of them respected.
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Chapter 11. A Kind of Loving.
The following evening the three of them were together after dinner each relaxing in their own way. Alice was reading the romantic novel she had brought with her and Lorraine was on her laptop computer attempting to keep up with the backlog of emails that had accrued. George however, was fidgety and was distracting the other two. Lorraine felt under some pressure so she quickly finished her task and turned to face her.
“OK George, what is it?” she asked.
“Last night,” she replied, “the sexual offer you gave us and then what happened between us in that shop afterwards.”
“Yes it was very provocative,” said Alice as she placed the bookmark into the page and put the book down covetously.
George continued with determination, “I am going to call in that promise you made to us, and I know that what I am about to do will fulfil that oath to both Alice and me. I watched her eyes last night through the mask, she needs to see, she wants to know.”
Lorraine gulped; her freckles were hidden behind the blood rush to her face as she blushed. George wanted to dominate her in front of her friend. She had no choice but to accede, she had dug her own hole and was now about to be buried in it.
George went to the cupboard and took out a reel of electrical insulation tape and then walked over to Lorraine. “Stand bitch!” she said assertively. Lorraine stood. George escorted her to the centre of the room and wrapped the tape around her ankles many times. She began to tear her clothes off her, ripping the buttons from her blouse, yanking the clasp on her skirt and tearing the material of her thong. “Kneel down!” she commanded. And Lorraine, now totally bare knelt, catching her fall with her hands. Those same hands were then quickly whisked behind her back and bound together with the tape. George then took a hair band and pulled hard on her red hair, pulling it back off her face, twisting it into a ponytail before wrapping the band around it. Lorraine was now totally in her control as she slowly stripped herself naked, leaving only her high-heeled sandals.
Alice was transfixed, a silent spectator to the performance that was being enacted in front of her eyes. She dared not speak in case she disrupted the flow of the scene and the actors within it. Nevertheless, she was aroused and her breathing was noticeably deeper, subconsciously she was fondling her own breasts. The masks on the wall were the only other witnesses to the action and they appeared to have a look of expectation and were grinning devilishly.
George took a high-back kitchen chair and placed it in front of Lorraine at a right angle to her and sat on it, grasping hold of her ponytail with her right hand. “Right you bitch, remove my shoes with your teeth!” she demanded.
Lorraine brought her head down, her chin scraping on the floor as she gripped the leather strap in her teeth and began to pull it out from the buckle. As soon as it was released she took the end of the strap in her mouth and yanked the metal stud out from the eyehole. And then she slowly manipulated the strap out of the buckle before gripping the sandal and drawing it away from George’s foot.
“Good girl!” complimented George thrusting her foot towards Lorraine’s mouth, “Now suck my big toe, and remember, no teeth.” She rested her ankle on the floor, her toes pointing upwards to give Lorraine full access. She held on to her ponytail and the threat of punishment.
Lorraine whimpered as she encircled her mouth around the toe and began to suck it, the movements of her head controlled by the grip on her hair. She did not dare disobey, as the thought of the pain was a controlling influence upon her. Yet she was aroused and she needed to swallow the saliva that her hunger had created. No human can swallow with an open mouth and Lorraine was in a trap, she had to clench her jaw.
Alice saw Lorraine’s head being forced upwards by her hair and she heard the crack of George’s hand across her face as it echoed around the room. And then she heard George screaming, “No Fuckin teeth!” And then she saw Lorraine going down for more.
Lorraine felt her head being forced down has she heard George demanding, “Suck my foot you fucking slut, suck it like you suck a cock.” And so she did. She took the whole foot into her mouth, devouring it and savouring the flesh. She rode the foot like she would have sucked on the shaft of a penis, taking the whole length and extracting in rhythmical strokes. As she became aroused again she regretted grating her teeth along the skin. For as soon as she did she felt the pain as her head was forced upwards by her hair followed by three hard slaps across her face as George punished her once more for her misdemeanour. “I’m sorry,” she begged as she felt the sting of George’s hand on her cheeks.
George did not reply, she swivelled the chair to face Lorraine, slouched down, opened her thighs wide and began to masturbate in front of her. Lorraine licked her lips as she watched George open her petals and insert two fingers inside of herself, working the hunny nectar.
“You are going to eat me now, bitch,” said George as she leaned forward grabbing hold of the ponytail once more and pulled Lorraine forwards with a sharp tug.
Lorraine’s mouth fell onto George’s pussy as she lost her balance entirely. She pivoted on her knees as virtually the whole of her body weight bore down upon the pink flesh. Only her neck muscles supported her, if her fall had continued her face would have smashed into the floor.
Alice watched in stunned silence as she tried to imagine the feeling that George was experiencing, watching as Lorraine gobbled hard. She saw George visibly shaking as her orgasm began to force its way out of her body and then the cry of pleasurable pain as she released. She saw the sweet nectar running down Lorraine’s chin as the overspill oozed from her mouth.
George held Lorraine’s shoulders and pushed her back into a kneeling position and lied back in the chair once more, her open thighs displaying the glistening prize. “Are you ready?” George asked her.
Lorraine nodded as she watched the trickle of urine emerging from between George’s petals. This soon turned into a torrent as George jettisoned the contents of her bladder, spraying it over Lorraine’s breasts, the hot piss running down over her stomach and between her thighs.
Alice found herself moaning with lust as she watched the erotic scene, her fingers working herself frantically.
George stood and placed her thighs around Lorraine’s face and allowed her to lick and swallow the last few drops of piss from her pussy. She then removed the tape from Lorraine’s wrist and the liberated hands quickly moved to her breasts as she massaged the wetness into her body. She reached down between her legs and rubbed it deep within her.
George released the tape from Lorraine’s ankles and helped her to stand, leading her to the bathroom. Lorraine was having difficulty walking and her knees were red raw where they had supported her body weight. Alice followed behind them quietly.
George took Lorraine into the shower allowing the hot water to run over both of them. She reached over Lorraine’s shoulder with her left arm and cupped her chin in her hand gripping it firmly and forcing a deep french kiss. Her right arm reached down between Lorraine’s thighs and began to massage her bud.
Alice found herself matching the rhythm of George’s strokes, slowly at first and increasing in magnitude until they were frenzied. Lorraine screamed loudly as her legs trembled and an overwhelming feeling rushed through her entire body. Alice and Lorraine came separately and in unison, crying out together as the spasms overcame them. Alice was panting and feeling dizzy, she had to sit. Lorraine collapsed onto the tiled shower floor, totally drained, physically and emotionally.
George stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel and began to dry herself. “So then baby girl,” she turned and spoke to Alice, “Think you can handle that?”
Alice was still hyperventilating and trying to temper the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. “It was intense,” she replied, “I found it highly erotic and not what I expected.”
“Tell me more,” continued George, “what were you expecting?”
“Somehow I assumed that a Domme/sub relationship would involve an element of torture and physical harm, what I witnessed was humiliation,” replied Alice.
“Yes that is a fair assessment, I would not like to sustain any permanent hurt or damage to Lorraine but she needs the humiliation, she tells me it helps her to keep her sanity.” George paused before continuing with her next question. “And which of the two of us would you like to be?” she pursued.
Alice was taken aback by the question; she found she could not answer. She felt that she needed to discuss it with Lorraine first to hear her view; both sides seem to have their appeal.
“I...don’t…know,” was her answer. “But I want to help Lorraine up and comfort her now,” she said with a deep compassion.
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It was not for another four months before Alice had Lorraine alone to herself again and in a position to discuss it with her.
Upon their return from San Monique she had begun an intensive management course designed to give her the basic knowledge she needed. She would never need to do any bookkeeping but it was vital that she could interpret the accounts.
She was taught the different management styles and the necessary tax and employment laws. She was fearful of what she had let herself in for but yet she felt the blind faith that Lorraine had in her. “I cannot let her down,” she told herself over and over again.
Lorraine had joined her one Friday evening and was to stay with her for the weekend. Monday was the big day as Lorraine was to take her to the office and introduce her to the workforce. Alice admitted to herself that she was very apprehensive.
Even though they had been in regular contact they had very much missed each others’ company and as soon as Lorraine had freshened herself up after the journey they were together on the bed, facing each other and kissing delicately. The love they shared between them was being re-affirmed.
“Lorraine?” Alice probed. She had a serious look upon her elfin face, “I think we need to talk…”
Chapter 11. A Kind of Loving.
The following evening the three of them were together after dinner each relaxing in their own way. Alice was reading the romantic novel she had brought with her and Lorraine was on her laptop computer attempting to keep up with the backlog of emails that had accrued. George however, was fidgety and was distracting the other two. Lorraine felt under some pressure so she quickly finished her task and turned to face her.
“OK George, what is it?” she asked.
“Last night,” she replied, “the sexual offer you gave us and then what happened between us in that shop afterwards.”
“Yes it was very provocative,” said Alice as she placed the bookmark into the page and put the book down covetously.
George continued with determination, “I am going to call in that promise you made to us, and I know that what I am about to do will fulfil that oath to both Alice and me. I watched her eyes last night through the mask, she needs to see, she wants to know.”
Lorraine gulped; her freckles were hidden behind the blood rush to her face as she blushed. George wanted to dominate her in front of her friend. She had no choice but to accede, she had dug her own hole and was now about to be buried in it.
George went to the cupboard and took out a reel of electrical insulation tape and then walked over to Lorraine. “Stand bitch!” she said assertively. Lorraine stood. George escorted her to the centre of the room and wrapped the tape around her ankles many times. She began to tear her clothes off her, ripping the buttons from her blouse, yanking the clasp on her skirt and tearing the material of her thong. “Kneel down!” she commanded. And Lorraine, now totally bare knelt, catching her fall with her hands. Those same hands were then quickly whisked behind her back and bound together with the tape. George then took a hair band and pulled hard on her red hair, pulling it back off her face, twisting it into a ponytail before wrapping the band around it. Lorraine was now totally in her control as she slowly stripped herself naked, leaving only her high-heeled sandals.
Alice was transfixed, a silent spectator to the performance that was being enacted in front of her eyes. She dared not speak in case she disrupted the flow of the scene and the actors within it. Nevertheless, she was aroused and her breathing was noticeably deeper, subconsciously she was fondling her own breasts. The masks on the wall were the only other witnesses to the action and they appeared to have a look of expectation and were grinning devilishly.
George took a high-back kitchen chair and placed it in front of Lorraine at a right angle to her and sat on it, grasping hold of her ponytail with her right hand. “Right you bitch, remove my shoes with your teeth!” she demanded.
Lorraine brought her head down, her chin scraping on the floor as she gripped the leather strap in her teeth and began to pull it out from the buckle. As soon as it was released she took the end of the strap in her mouth and yanked the metal stud out from the eyehole. And then she slowly manipulated the strap out of the buckle before gripping the sandal and drawing it away from George’s foot.
“Good girl!” complimented George thrusting her foot towards Lorraine’s mouth, “Now suck my big toe, and remember, no teeth.” She rested her ankle on the floor, her toes pointing upwards to give Lorraine full access. She held on to her ponytail and the threat of punishment.
Lorraine whimpered as she encircled her mouth around the toe and began to suck it, the movements of her head controlled by the grip on her hair. She did not dare disobey, as the thought of the pain was a controlling influence upon her. Yet she was aroused and she needed to swallow the saliva that her hunger had created. No human can swallow with an open mouth and Lorraine was in a trap, she had to clench her jaw.
Alice saw Lorraine’s head being forced upwards by her hair and she heard the crack of George’s hand across her face as it echoed around the room. And then she heard George screaming, “No Fuckin teeth!” And then she saw Lorraine going down for more.
Lorraine felt her head being forced down has she heard George demanding, “Suck my foot you fucking slut, suck it like you suck a cock.” And so she did. She took the whole foot into her mouth, devouring it and savouring the flesh. She rode the foot like she would have sucked on the shaft of a penis, taking the whole length and extracting in rhythmical strokes. As she became aroused again she regretted grating her teeth along the skin. For as soon as she did she felt the pain as her head was forced upwards by her hair followed by three hard slaps across her face as George punished her once more for her misdemeanour. “I’m sorry,” she begged as she felt the sting of George’s hand on her cheeks.
George did not reply, she swivelled the chair to face Lorraine, slouched down, opened her thighs wide and began to masturbate in front of her. Lorraine licked her lips as she watched George open her petals and insert two fingers inside of herself, working the hunny nectar.
“You are going to eat me now, bitch,” said George as she leaned forward grabbing hold of the ponytail once more and pulled Lorraine forwards with a sharp tug.
Lorraine’s mouth fell onto George’s pussy as she lost her balance entirely. She pivoted on her knees as virtually the whole of her body weight bore down upon the pink flesh. Only her neck muscles supported her, if her fall had continued her face would have smashed into the floor.
Alice watched in stunned silence as she tried to imagine the feeling that George was experiencing, watching as Lorraine gobbled hard. She saw George visibly shaking as her orgasm began to force its way out of her body and then the cry of pleasurable pain as she released. She saw the sweet nectar running down Lorraine’s chin as the overspill oozed from her mouth.
George held Lorraine’s shoulders and pushed her back into a kneeling position and lied back in the chair once more, her open thighs displaying the glistening prize. “Are you ready?” George asked her.
Lorraine nodded as she watched the trickle of urine emerging from between George’s petals. This soon turned into a torrent as George jettisoned the contents of her bladder, spraying it over Lorraine’s breasts, the hot piss running down over her stomach and between her thighs.
Alice found herself moaning with lust as she watched the erotic scene, her fingers working herself frantically.
George stood and placed her thighs around Lorraine’s face and allowed her to lick and swallow the last few drops of piss from her pussy. She then removed the tape from Lorraine’s wrist and the liberated hands quickly moved to her breasts as she massaged the wetness into her body. She reached down between her legs and rubbed it deep within her.
George released the tape from Lorraine’s ankles and helped her to stand, leading her to the bathroom. Lorraine was having difficulty walking and her knees were red raw where they had supported her body weight. Alice followed behind them quietly.
George took Lorraine into the shower allowing the hot water to run over both of them. She reached over Lorraine’s shoulder with her left arm and cupped her chin in her hand gripping it firmly and forcing a deep french kiss. Her right arm reached down between Lorraine’s thighs and began to massage her bud.
Alice found herself matching the rhythm of George’s strokes, slowly at first and increasing in magnitude until they were frenzied. Lorraine screamed loudly as her legs trembled and an overwhelming feeling rushed through her entire body. Alice and Lorraine came separately and in unison, crying out together as the spasms overcame them. Alice was panting and feeling dizzy, she had to sit. Lorraine collapsed onto the tiled shower floor, totally drained, physically and emotionally.
George stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel and began to dry herself. “So then baby girl,” she turned and spoke to Alice, “Think you can handle that?”
Alice was still hyperventilating and trying to temper the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. “It was intense,” she replied, “I found it highly erotic and not what I expected.”
“Tell me more,” continued George, “what were you expecting?”
“Somehow I assumed that a Domme/sub relationship would involve an element of torture and physical harm, what I witnessed was humiliation,” replied Alice.
“Yes that is a fair assessment, I would not like to sustain any permanent hurt or damage to Lorraine but she needs the humiliation, she tells me it helps her to keep her sanity.” George paused before continuing with her next question. “And which of the two of us would you like to be?” she pursued.
Alice was taken aback by the question; she found she could not answer. She felt that she needed to discuss it with Lorraine first to hear her view; both sides seem to have their appeal.
“I...don’t…know,” was her answer. “But I want to help Lorraine up and comfort her now,” she said with a deep compassion.
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It was not for another four months before Alice had Lorraine alone to herself again and in a position to discuss it with her.
Upon their return from San Monique she had begun an intensive management course designed to give her the basic knowledge she needed. She would never need to do any bookkeeping but it was vital that she could interpret the accounts.
She was taught the different management styles and the necessary tax and employment laws. She was fearful of what she had let herself in for but yet she felt the blind faith that Lorraine had in her. “I cannot let her down,” she told herself over and over again.
Lorraine had joined her one Friday evening and was to stay with her for the weekend. Monday was the big day as Lorraine was to take her to the office and introduce her to the workforce. Alice admitted to herself that she was very apprehensive.
Even though they had been in regular contact they had very much missed each others’ company and as soon as Lorraine had freshened herself up after the journey they were together on the bed, facing each other and kissing delicately. The love they shared between them was being re-affirmed.
“Lorraine?” Alice probed. She had a serious look upon her elfin face, “I think we need to talk…”
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Chapter 12. The Mask.
Alice was eager to understand some things, which needed to be made clear in her mind. There was only one way to go about it, to ask with all sincerity and honesty.
“Tell me the truth about George,” she asked. “Do you truly love her? I mean really love her?” The question took Lorraine by surprise. She never expected Alice to ask in such a way with such apprehension. It was as if she expected to hear something that she did not wish to know, yet needed to know.
Lorraine sat up and pulled her knees close to her chin and thought about her reply carefully. Alice brushed her fingers gently over her shoulders, feeling the smoothness of Lorraine’s pale skin. “There is something I must tell you and I suppose now is the right time.” Lorraine turned to look at Alice lying beside her. “George and I decided to end our relationship. It ended just as quickly as it began. She walked out of my office after telling me she had decided to quit her job. The reasons were very clear to me.”
“Reasons?” Alice sat up and looked at her lover straight in the eyes. “What reasons?”
“You my love. And my illness of course.”
The reply was totally unexpected to Alice and there was an answer to her following question, which she never wanted to ask at all. That illness, that most feared illness of all was once again a reason it seemed. Alice allowed her to continue.
“George could see that you and I had something special between us. Something that she felt she could never be part of. It meant more to me than those games we played. My mind started drifting away from the pleasure and excitement of domination to thoughts of you and I together. George could feel that. It became so obvious to her.”
“The illness? What of that?” Alice asked. Lorraine turned her face towards the ceiling and Alice could see that there was pain. “No, please, oh God please don’t say it.”
Lorraine closed her eyes tightly and a teardrop began to trickle down her face. Alice had to be told eventually because it would now involve her in the whole affair that was about to unfold. Although George did not love her like Alice did, it was now important for her to know the truth. George could not accept it and she hoped that Alice would.
“I wasn’t telling you the truth about it. I didn’t want it to get in the way of what we had. Soon I will begin a course of treatment. Chemotherapy is not as bad as it sounds my love.”
Alice threw her arms tightly around her lover and sobbed. “Oh I love you! I don’t want to leave you ever…” Lorraine responded by holding her lover tightly in return and like a mother more than a lover, she rocked her, comforted her and it felt so precious as the two women exchanged their love for one and other.
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Alice began her career in management with more ease than she herself expected. The staff were more than helpful to her and courteous to her new ideas that seemed to flourish day by day. Soon there were improvements that even Lorraine did not think were possible.
She moved into her new apartment in York and often Lorraine would visit at the weekends, sometimes longer when her treatment did not beckon her. And Alice soon got used to seeing her lover, tortured by that tiring treatment that now had taken away most of her beautiful red hair. The physical changes in Lorraine’s appearance were not important. It was her love and life that mattered the most to her now. And those days they spent apart from each other were consoled by the thoughts that there was something worthwhile being created in the business and the expectancy of meeting each other again.
Lorraine felt that she had always known Alice, and in her illness and suffering she never once doubted her word of love. For she not only possessed the same spirit as, Catherine, but her embodiment as well.
Together Catherine and Lorraine had established the company and through many hard times and much sacrifice they had built a viable business between them. A venture that had become so successful that it took them both on many business-trips at home and abroad.
And it was on one such trip that Catherine had met her death in a tragic road accident.
At the time Lorraine had other commitments and so she had pleaded with Catherine to go to Germany to stand in for her. But since that day Lorraine had wished that she herself had been the one killed and she blamed herself for her death.
After that Lorraine immersed herself in her work, blanking out all feeling and not daring to love again for fear of losing another close friend. It was George that helped her through these difficult times and as their relationship grew Lorraine started to use her as a means of self-retribution, a form of punishment to her guilt. George understood her well and loved her deeply; she knew that she could provide the fulfilment that Lorraine badly needed to allow her to feel again.
This situation would have continued had it not been for Lorraine’s chance meeting with Alice on San Monique. Lorraine believed that Catherine had returned to her that day for they had much in common, both in appearance and character. Convincing herself that this was the case, Lorraine vowed to herself that she would never lose her again nor the pure love that had been re-kindled inside her.
From that day she had taken Alice under her wing and began to preen her for the future role she would play, guiding and teaching her along every step of the path. She watched with pleasure as Alice grew in strength and confidence and quickly learning to successfully manipulate her peers and would-be enemies. And as Lorraine’s illness began to take hold she was content to leave Alice in charge knowing that she would continue to run the company the way she wanted, with fairness and dedication.
Alice knew that Lorraine had faith in her and that the love they shared was unequalled by any other. But it was not until after Lorraine’s death that Alice learned exactly how much.
She had walked out of the attorney’s office in a stunned and trance-like state. She was the heiress. In her last will and testament Lorraine had ensured that George was well provided for but the bulk of the estate, including the villa, was handed down to Alice.
Alice had quickly returned to the sanctity of her apartment and broke down inconsolably; she would have gladly returned it all just to have Lorraine back with her. She recollected with fondness all the happy times they had shared and cursed the cruelty of a world that had robbed her of a love in its prime.
Over the years that followed the pain eased but the happy memories remained and would always be strengthened whenever she visited the villa. Alice would stay there whenever her commitments allowed and often invited friends to stay with her. But she would always ensure that she spent two specific weeks of the year there alone. The anniversary of their meeting was very personal to her and not to be shared with anyone else.
And it was during one of these visits that something inexplicable happened to Alice.
She was sat on the veranda relaxing and sipping her vermouth when she saw a young woman wearing a sun hat and walking along the beach. She had noticed her skipping along through waves the day before but had tried to ignore her presence, not wanting to be disturbed by a wandering tourist. This time however the young woman came closer and Alice found that she was somehow drawn to her presence. The girl suddenly stopped, raised her hand and waved and without knowing why, Alice instinctively waved back.
She momentarily regretted her action, as the girl appeared to have interpreted this as an invitation and began to approach. Alice decided that perhaps a small friendly conversation with a stranger would be a pleasant distraction and waited for her to get within talking distance.
“Hi,” said the girl as she approached, “this is a beautiful villa, is it yours?” Alice chuckled to herself at the direct question, “Yes it is she replied.”
As they continued to talk the young woman removed her sun hat, allowing her long red hair to fall to her shoulders. Alice took a sharp intake of breath and studied her freckly face closer. This girl reminded her of someone she had once known many years ago.
Alice immediately liked this girl and instinctively took to her and without realising what she was saying Alice found herself inviting her into the villa. “I was just about to pour myself a fresh orange juice, would you like some? You can have a look inside at the same time.”
“That would be lovely on a hot day like today, you’re very kind, Thank you,” she replied and immediately followed Alice into the villa.
“I’ll get that Orange juice,” said Alice as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“OK thanks, do you mind if I just look round the living room while I wait?” raising her voice to carry it through the kitchen door.
“Not at all, I’ll be right with you,” Alice replied.
“These masks are fascinating,” she shouted, “Are they yours as well?”
“They belonged to a very close friend of mine, someone I love very much, she gave them to me.” Alice walked back into the lounge, “We have not introduced ourselves, and my name is Alice by the way, what’s yours?”
Suddenly Alice stopped dead in her tracks, mystified. The girl had mysteriously disappeared. “Hello?” she asked quietly and repeating the question several times, increasing the volume with each attempt.
She put the glasses down onto the table and ran out onto the veranda to see if she was walking away down to the beach. There was no sign. She walked back into the lounge studying it closely, pondering on the whereabouts of her visitor.
Somehow the room felt different.
And as Alice looked around her eyes were drawn to the one mask. The one mask that had always intrigued her, appearing to be vacant and devoid of any character. She had been looking at it only one hour ago, but even though it was still the same mask, it somehow appeared to be different.
She approached it to study it in more detail, it now appeared to be personified and full of beauty. And as she looked at the mask she felt no fear, she felt a presence. She noticed some blemishes that were not there before; the mask had somehow developed freckles.
Suddenly she realised. And with tears of pure love in her eyes, she leaned forwards and kissed her.
The End.
Gaia, Chelle & Sienna, ESF Group © 2005
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Epilogue
Gaia,
Please pass this message on to Sienna also. I just finished reading the story. It is human, it is tragic, it is heartbreaking, it is full of emotion, strength, fraility, fragility, insight, and pure love. I am so privilaged to have been allowed to read it as it has unfolded; and am beyound privilaged to know you both. It is beautiful, as are the both of you.
Much love,
Chel
For The Both Of You.
When I close my eyes, I imagine your presence,
The thought of you being near,
I can see the love on your face,
When I close my eyes, I can feel you sitting next to me.
Your smile consumes me; your voice echoes in my head,
I can hear the loving words you whisper,
When I close my eyes, I remember your touch.
The tenderness in your hand as you hold mine,
The warmth in your arms as you hold me tight,
The softness of your lips upon mine.
When I close my eyes, I am there with you,
So close...so tender...so passionate,
The love we make is forever etched in my mind.
Memories never die,
Whenever I am lonely...I just close my eyes...
Gaia, Chelle & Sienna, ESF Group © 2005
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Chapter 12. The Mask.
Alice was eager to understand some things, which needed to be made clear in her mind. There was only one way to go about it, to ask with all sincerity and honesty.
“Tell me the truth about George,” she asked. “Do you truly love her? I mean really love her?” The question took Lorraine by surprise. She never expected Alice to ask in such a way with such apprehension. It was as if she expected to hear something that she did not wish to know, yet needed to know.
Lorraine sat up and pulled her knees close to her chin and thought about her reply carefully. Alice brushed her fingers gently over her shoulders, feeling the smoothness of Lorraine’s pale skin. “There is something I must tell you and I suppose now is the right time.” Lorraine turned to look at Alice lying beside her. “George and I decided to end our relationship. It ended just as quickly as it began. She walked out of my office after telling me she had decided to quit her job. The reasons were very clear to me.”
“Reasons?” Alice sat up and looked at her lover straight in the eyes. “What reasons?”
“You my love. And my illness of course.”
The reply was totally unexpected to Alice and there was an answer to her following question, which she never wanted to ask at all. That illness, that most feared illness of all was once again a reason it seemed. Alice allowed her to continue.
“George could see that you and I had something special between us. Something that she felt she could never be part of. It meant more to me than those games we played. My mind started drifting away from the pleasure and excitement of domination to thoughts of you and I together. George could feel that. It became so obvious to her.”
“The illness? What of that?” Alice asked. Lorraine turned her face towards the ceiling and Alice could see that there was pain. “No, please, oh God please don’t say it.”
Lorraine closed her eyes tightly and a teardrop began to trickle down her face. Alice had to be told eventually because it would now involve her in the whole affair that was about to unfold. Although George did not love her like Alice did, it was now important for her to know the truth. George could not accept it and she hoped that Alice would.
“I wasn’t telling you the truth about it. I didn’t want it to get in the way of what we had. Soon I will begin a course of treatment. Chemotherapy is not as bad as it sounds my love.”
Alice threw her arms tightly around her lover and sobbed. “Oh I love you! I don’t want to leave you ever…” Lorraine responded by holding her lover tightly in return and like a mother more than a lover, she rocked her, comforted her and it felt so precious as the two women exchanged their love for one and other.
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Alice began her career in management with more ease than she herself expected. The staff were more than helpful to her and courteous to her new ideas that seemed to flourish day by day. Soon there were improvements that even Lorraine did not think were possible.
She moved into her new apartment in York and often Lorraine would visit at the weekends, sometimes longer when her treatment did not beckon her. And Alice soon got used to seeing her lover, tortured by that tiring treatment that now had taken away most of her beautiful red hair. The physical changes in Lorraine’s appearance were not important. It was her love and life that mattered the most to her now. And those days they spent apart from each other were consoled by the thoughts that there was something worthwhile being created in the business and the expectancy of meeting each other again.
Lorraine felt that she had always known Alice, and in her illness and suffering she never once doubted her word of love. For she not only possessed the same spirit as, Catherine, but her embodiment as well.
Together Catherine and Lorraine had established the company and through many hard times and much sacrifice they had built a viable business between them. A venture that had become so successful that it took them both on many business-trips at home and abroad.
And it was on one such trip that Catherine had met her death in a tragic road accident.
At the time Lorraine had other commitments and so she had pleaded with Catherine to go to Germany to stand in for her. But since that day Lorraine had wished that she herself had been the one killed and she blamed herself for her death.
After that Lorraine immersed herself in her work, blanking out all feeling and not daring to love again for fear of losing another close friend. It was George that helped her through these difficult times and as their relationship grew Lorraine started to use her as a means of self-retribution, a form of punishment to her guilt. George understood her well and loved her deeply; she knew that she could provide the fulfilment that Lorraine badly needed to allow her to feel again.
This situation would have continued had it not been for Lorraine’s chance meeting with Alice on San Monique. Lorraine believed that Catherine had returned to her that day for they had much in common, both in appearance and character. Convincing herself that this was the case, Lorraine vowed to herself that she would never lose her again nor the pure love that had been re-kindled inside her.
From that day she had taken Alice under her wing and began to preen her for the future role she would play, guiding and teaching her along every step of the path. She watched with pleasure as Alice grew in strength and confidence and quickly learning to successfully manipulate her peers and would-be enemies. And as Lorraine’s illness began to take hold she was content to leave Alice in charge knowing that she would continue to run the company the way she wanted, with fairness and dedication.
Alice knew that Lorraine had faith in her and that the love they shared was unequalled by any other. But it was not until after Lorraine’s death that Alice learned exactly how much.
She had walked out of the attorney’s office in a stunned and trance-like state. She was the heiress. In her last will and testament Lorraine had ensured that George was well provided for but the bulk of the estate, including the villa, was handed down to Alice.
Alice had quickly returned to the sanctity of her apartment and broke down inconsolably; she would have gladly returned it all just to have Lorraine back with her. She recollected with fondness all the happy times they had shared and cursed the cruelty of a world that had robbed her of a love in its prime.
Over the years that followed the pain eased but the happy memories remained and would always be strengthened whenever she visited the villa. Alice would stay there whenever her commitments allowed and often invited friends to stay with her. But she would always ensure that she spent two specific weeks of the year there alone. The anniversary of their meeting was very personal to her and not to be shared with anyone else.
And it was during one of these visits that something inexplicable happened to Alice.
She was sat on the veranda relaxing and sipping her vermouth when she saw a young woman wearing a sun hat and walking along the beach. She had noticed her skipping along through waves the day before but had tried to ignore her presence, not wanting to be disturbed by a wandering tourist. This time however the young woman came closer and Alice found that she was somehow drawn to her presence. The girl suddenly stopped, raised her hand and waved and without knowing why, Alice instinctively waved back.
She momentarily regretted her action, as the girl appeared to have interpreted this as an invitation and began to approach. Alice decided that perhaps a small friendly conversation with a stranger would be a pleasant distraction and waited for her to get within talking distance.
“Hi,” said the girl as she approached, “this is a beautiful villa, is it yours?” Alice chuckled to herself at the direct question, “Yes it is she replied.”
As they continued to talk the young woman removed her sun hat, allowing her long red hair to fall to her shoulders. Alice took a sharp intake of breath and studied her freckly face closer. This girl reminded her of someone she had once known many years ago.
Alice immediately liked this girl and instinctively took to her and without realising what she was saying Alice found herself inviting her into the villa. “I was just about to pour myself a fresh orange juice, would you like some? You can have a look inside at the same time.”
“That would be lovely on a hot day like today, you’re very kind, Thank you,” she replied and immediately followed Alice into the villa.
“I’ll get that Orange juice,” said Alice as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“OK thanks, do you mind if I just look round the living room while I wait?” raising her voice to carry it through the kitchen door.
“Not at all, I’ll be right with you,” Alice replied.
“These masks are fascinating,” she shouted, “Are they yours as well?”
“They belonged to a very close friend of mine, someone I love very much, she gave them to me.” Alice walked back into the lounge, “We have not introduced ourselves, and my name is Alice by the way, what’s yours?”
Suddenly Alice stopped dead in her tracks, mystified. The girl had mysteriously disappeared. “Hello?” she asked quietly and repeating the question several times, increasing the volume with each attempt.
She put the glasses down onto the table and ran out onto the veranda to see if she was walking away down to the beach. There was no sign. She walked back into the lounge studying it closely, pondering on the whereabouts of her visitor.
Somehow the room felt different.
And as Alice looked around her eyes were drawn to the one mask. The one mask that had always intrigued her, appearing to be vacant and devoid of any character. She had been looking at it only one hour ago, but even though it was still the same mask, it somehow appeared to be different.
She approached it to study it in more detail, it now appeared to be personified and full of beauty. And as she looked at the mask she felt no fear, she felt a presence. She noticed some blemishes that were not there before; the mask had somehow developed freckles.
Suddenly she realised. And with tears of pure love in her eyes, she leaned forwards and kissed her.
The End.
Gaia, Chelle & Sienna, ESF Group © 2005
==================================================
Epilogue
Gaia,
Please pass this message on to Sienna also. I just finished reading the story. It is human, it is tragic, it is heartbreaking, it is full of emotion, strength, fraility, fragility, insight, and pure love. I am so privilaged to have been allowed to read it as it has unfolded; and am beyound privilaged to know you both. It is beautiful, as are the both of you.
Much love,
Chel
For The Both Of You.
When I close my eyes, I imagine your presence,
The thought of you being near,
I can see the love on your face,
When I close my eyes, I can feel you sitting next to me.
Your smile consumes me; your voice echoes in my head,
I can hear the loving words you whisper,
When I close my eyes, I remember your touch.
The tenderness in your hand as you hold mine,
The warmth in your arms as you hold me tight,
The softness of your lips upon mine.
When I close my eyes, I am there with you,
So close...so tender...so passionate,
The love we make is forever etched in my mind.
Memories never die,
Whenever I am lonely...I just close my eyes...
Gaia, Chelle & Sienna, ESF Group © 2005
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A++ Incredible writing Sienna!!
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{{{Sienna}}} Hope you are having a wonderful weekend. 
Love the Christmas outfit. 
Love the Christmas outfit.
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Incomingggggggggggggggggg...............!!
Well now little one.............. thought I'd sya "Hi" before the time of year overtakes me and I forget the online world of the Matrix. lol.
So Mum..... how are you? Remember to keep a limit on that coffee intake and remember those breathing exercises
Just remember. Nicki was 7 weeks early (that's my first girl incase anyone wondered)..... so..... BE PREPARED !!!
Seriously though... I hope all's well with you and that you have a great x-mas babe.
Well now little one.............. thought I'd sya "Hi" before the time of year overtakes me and I forget the online world of the Matrix. lol.
So Mum..... how are you? Remember to keep a limit on that coffee intake and remember those breathing exercises
Just remember. Nicki was 7 weeks early (that's my first girl incase anyone wondered)..... so..... BE PREPARED !!!
Seriously though... I hope all's well with you and that you have a great x-mas babe.
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midas2001 said:Well now little one.............. thought I'd sya "Hi" before the time of year overtakes me and I forget the online world of the Matrix. lol.
So Mum..... how are you? Remember to keep a limit on that coffee intake and remember those breathing exercises
Just remember. Nicki was 7 weeks early (that's my first girl incase anyone wondered)..... so..... BE PREPARED !!!
Seriously though... I hope all's well with you and that you have a great x-mas babe.
(((( MIDAS! ))))
...OMG! I miss you on here... but still, life must go on...
So I'll reply to you on my...
15,ooo th POST! ... YEAH!!! Fuckydoodee!
MERRY CHRISTMAS Midas my love
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Thought I would drop by your place and bump you here
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Thank you for the very warm welcome hunSienna said:You are very welcome to drop in FantasySlut
((( hugs )))
Have you submitted any stories or poems? Any links? I'm very interested
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