Chapter 2

The kettle started whistling but Emily didn’t move as she processed the information. Her willingness to just read her stories, why? She pinched her nose and Georgina rose and moved past her into the kitchen and lifted the kettle off the ring.

“If my being attracted to you bothers you, I understand. At first I read your stories because I just wanted to be in your company,” she started pouring tea into the teapot.

“But then I started to get into your romantic short stories and I found myself wanting to know more about you. The card did get you into the Pig and Whistle and from there to the restaurant, after that I had no idea what happens next,” she put the lid on the teapot and moved back to the other bench, “I know how these things turn out in real life but your stories gave me hope.”

She managed a crooked grin.

“Perhaps foolish hope but isn’t it better to have foolish hope than none at all?”

“I wrote that,” she murmured, “my second story.”

“I remembered that line, it sticks in my mind to this day,” she glanced at the teapot.

“But at least now you know the truth about me.”

They stood facing each other for what seemed like an eternity and then she put her arms around Georgina.

“Thank you for the perfume, and the dinner.”

Georgina squeezed her gently and she felt her breasts pressing against hers, she closed her eyes briefly and then pulled back slightly. A moment later she kissed her quickly on the lips and walked to the door of the kitchen. Georgina touched her own lips and smiled.

“I’ll never wash that spot again.”

The comment made her laugh out loud. It was a cliché but Georgina’s romantic approach had touched her in a way she hadn’t thought possible and she found herself thinking about that story she’d started writing. The one that had gone strangely off track for some unaccountable reason and even though she could make adjustments to the plot, she felt as if her character Anna wouldn’t take kindly to it.

“So, your novella,” Georgina set the tray on the table and moved the ashtray closer, “it’s really quite good, a few minor corrections but where do you think it’s going?”

“I don’t know, I wrote the first few pages and then the first kiss scene just popped into my mind, it was totally out of the blue, like a dream. I didn’t write any more for a few days and then I did the other pages. I don’t know where it’s going but it feels different because the characters are telling the story for me,” she accepted a cigarette.

“I loved the kissing scene,” she chuckled, “tell me, what was going through your head when you wrote it? You said it was like a dream.”

“Pictures,” she accepted the light, “I thought of softness,” she cupped Georgina’s hand with her hand, “sensuous,” she went on a moment later, “seductive,” she took a mouthful of tea.

The two sat smoking in silence for the next few minutes.

“So, when did you turn onto women?”

“At university, some woman became friendly with me and one night we had a few too many drinks and she brought out a joint. One thing led to another, we had a game of strip poker and before I knew it we were kissing, I never intended to go all the way but I did and afterwards I knew I didn’t want to go back to men,” she leaned forward and put her wineglass down.

“I like men, don’t get me wrong but there’s something about a woman that turns me on,” she stretched her arm along the back of the couch, “we can sit and talk for hours without anything happening or,” she stroked the back of Emily’s head, “a single touch can light a flame.”

Her fingers slipped through her hair.

“The odd thing for me is the fact I can do this for straight women without anything happening, we touch each other all the time. Women tend to be more tactile, we like hugs, kisses, caresses, the feel of a warm body against ours, and it doesn’t have to end in sex. It’s intimacy we crave above all else, but if we try doing those sorts of things with a man it always ends in sex. Even then we’re searching for intimacy but a man just needs to relieve the pressure, he explodes inside you and then he falls asleep.”

Emily had turned towards her by now, her legs brushed against hers and Georgina shifted her arm slightly so as to caress her cheek with soft brushing movements. Emily let her keep going, closing her eyes to take in the sensation, there was an innocence about it.

“Soft,” she murmured.

Georgina raised her other hand and slid it through her thick blonde hair, her movements became slightly more sexual when she reached her earlobe and traced a finger down it. Emily’s eyelids flashed upwards but she didn’t move for a moment as she let the gentle massage continue and then she put one hand on Georgina’s left wrist. The hand stopped moving through her hair and the two women looked at each other, hovering on the brink. She saw the hesitation in Georgina’s eyes as she prepared to pull back and Emily felt something shift inside her, a boundary had been crossed and if she tried to go back it would haunt her.

She relaxed her grip on Georgina’s wrist and leaning forward, tilted her head and kissed her gently on the lips in what she hoped would be a sensual kiss. She felt Georgina’s hand sliding around the back of her head and down to her neck as her mouth opened. Emily felt the familiar weakness in her belly as she explored those soft lips.

The kiss ended all too soon but by then Georgina’s other hand was stroking her chin while her other hand maintained a loose grip of her neck. She looked past her for a moment and Georgina kissed her cheek gently and when Emily turned, Georgina kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes as the older woman kissed her eyelids and Emily exhaled slowly.

“Sensuous,” she murmured.

Georgina kept stroking her throat, moving behind her collar to the topmost button and then she kissed her several times in succession, quick, teasing kisses that became steadily longer with each kiss until that final open mouthed passionate kiss. The button came loose and Georgina’s hand dropped like a stone, the finger dangled precariously from the next button, dragging the vee downwards as they parted. Emily looked down and Georgina tugged at it playfully.

“Very,” she murmured. Her breathing felt laboured but she wasn’t panting, she was however turned on by this new development. At any time she knew she could pull out. Georgina wasn’t pushing her back against the couch or trying to put her hand up her skirt, instead she was just kissing and caressing her.

“It’s not like it is with a man.”

“I should think not,” Georgina slid her finger out of the vee and let it fall down the front of her blouse to her belt, “I might be very embarrassed to discover I had a prick.”

Emily giggled, something she often did when she’d had a little too much to drink. She adjusted her position slightly, moving closer to Georgina and bringing her hands up to her face, began to stroke her face in return, feeling the softness of that thick mane and noticing the way her eyes softened when she stroked her throat and danced her fingers down the vee to the top button. It popped loose and because it was so far down her front, part of her bra was revealed.

Emily slid her hand under the blouse and over the cup, finding she knew instinctively how much pressure to put on the breast. Georgina pushed her breast into her hand and tilting her head, moved in for another long and lingering kiss. Emily groaned as she massaged her breast and worked her mouth at the same time. Her own breasts ached for the same attention and sensing her need, the older woman found one of her breasts and cupped it, Emily moved forward against her hand, letting Georgina mould it gently.

They broke free again and this time she felt flushed and aroused. She stared at Georgina for a few moments and then kissed her again in a series of teasing kisses, dragging them out slowly until they became longer passionate kisses. Georgina undid another of her buttons and Emily fumbled with another of Georgina’s buttons. It popped loosed and she broke free and parted the blouse a little more, her mouth descended on Georgina’s throat and front as she moved her hands up and down and slowly but surely she felt the older woman moving backwards.

They stopped kissing for a few moments to catch their breath, Georgina smiled and kissing her gently, took her hand and rose to her feet. Emily hesitated for a few moments and then rose to join her. A hand slid over her buttocks as Georgina kissed her passionately and slowly, by degrees they made their way to the bed.

Emily unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and eased onto the bed. Georgina unbuttoned her dress as she knelt on the bed and the younger woman felt a surge of tenderness and desire as she slid her hands up her front to her breasts. The dress fell over her shoulders and dropped down her back, she pulled it over her hips and it fell down her legs to the floor. Emily undid the rest of Georgina’s blouse and then put her back to a brass bedhead as the older woman undid her cuffs and pulled the blouse over her shoulders.

Emily undid her belt and started pulling her blouse out as she watched Georgina begin her approach but instead of going for the main event, Georgina removed Emily’s shoes and stockings, these were tossed to the floor with a smile.

Emily let Georgina spread her legs. The older woman started stroking her legs, working her way higher and higher, finding the backs of her knees and causing Emily to close her eyes and moan with pleasure. Her hands went higher to her inner thighs and then finally reached her damp panties, a finger slid down her lips to her perineum and Emily groaned loudly.

She wanted release, she wanted to be penetrated and yet Georgina was taking her sweet time about it, removing her blouse and kissing her front with soft, sucking kisses. She massaged her breasts and undid the bra, her tongue swirled around her nipples, and Emily let go with blissful moans of pleasure as she pushed her genitals against her.

Georgina undid her skirt and Emily kicked it free impatiently and spread her legs wide. The older woman grinned as she removed her own underclothes. Emily stroked her lips gently and somewhat hesitantly, but she knew the geography. Her moist passage accepted a finger and Georgina parted her legs and let the fingering continue but eventually she forced Emily’s hand out and removing her panties, began her own fingering.

It was an experience she’d never had, men thought they knew about fingering but apart from a brief stab at the opening, it was mercifully short and sweet. Georgina’s fingering was entirely different, her tongue lapped against her, tasting her juices again and again. The finger sliding in and out had a life all its own and Emily gave herself to the fingering as she skated towards the edge and when the spasms surged through her body she cried out and grabbed the bedclothes as she pushed against her and then she blacked out only to come to a few seconds later to the gentle scissoring and a wet mouth on her throat.

“An orgasm,” she straddled her and looked into her eyes.

“So, my pretty little woman. Have you found your muse yet?”

Emily smiled as she stroked her buttocks.

“Definitely inspirational,” she traced circles on her buttocks.

“Happy Valentines day,” Georgina kissed her.

Emily’s eyes softened as she wrapped her legs around her and rolled Georgina onto her back. She had come alive to a new way of loving.

“Happy Valentines day to you too.”