Chapter 3

As the tango of fingertips continued, Janet felt her nipple being drawn into Laurie’s warm mouth, teased with Laurie’s tongue, and then set free with a pop. But not entirely free, Laurie continued with a little nibbling before moving on. No sooner was the exquisite torment over, than Laurie switched to the other side, teasing until the slippery flesh was equally hard and crinkled.

Janet would have complained about the slow, agonizing pace, if she had been in any kind of state to do so. But as it was, she just lay there moaning, drawing her breath in rapid ragged gasps, bucking her hips, and hoping. If she were a religious person, she might have been praying — praying to the god of just-out-of-reach orgasms — hoping for an answer.

Finally the figure-eights stopped, and Janet was able to fill her lungs once again. But her respite was short-lived. “Let’s see if you’re ready,” Laurie said. Janet was still dazed and quivering as Laurie changed tack and raked her fingernail up the inside of her thigh. This move set off a quivering that lasted until Laurie stopped just shy of Janet’s entrance.

“Mmm,” Janet begged, grinding her hips on the mattress.

Finally, Laurie teased her open with a finger. “Ooh, I think you are ready,” she announced.

Janet went rigid as she felt Laurie’s finger pressing into her. She was gentle, but determined. Deeper and deeper she pressed, until … “Oh, god,” Janet cried out. Laurie had found that special spot, and was massaging and pressing. She was gentle, but Janet shuddered and squirmed under her ministrations, having never been so expertly touched.

At the same time she was filling her, Laurie guided her thumb so that it was pressing against Janet’s clitoris. She rubbed little circles. The two sensations — finger and thumb — were heavenly together. Every little motion of Laurie’s hand set off intense tremors in Janet’s thighs.

“Don’t you dare come before I get my tongue in there,” Laurie teased.

Janet wasn’t sure if that was going to be possible, but she was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, and didn’t know how to articulate her need. “Oh god,” she heaved and wrapped her fingers in Laurie’s hair. She hoped that would be enough.

“Oh no, that’s not how it works. I like to take my time. So get your hand off my head and figure out what you’re going to do to hold off. Think about baseball or something.” Laurie chuckled a little.

Laurie began moving down over her Janet’s quivering stomach, leaving a wet tongue-trail, and planting little kisses as she went. Every once in a while she would pause, and flick her tongue back and forth, or in little circles. Janet assumed it was a preview of things yet to come and was now shuddering and moaning almost non-stop. Until …

Laurie figured she had teased this poor woman long enough. She poised her tongue at the base of Janet’s swollen lips, paused to inhale the scent of her lust, and began a long, slow lick upward. Laurie took pride in her work, and absolutely loved what she was doing to this woman underneath her. The way Janet trembled and moaned filled Laurie with an excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Still moving and pressing with her finger, Laurie began exploring Janet with her tongue, sliding over her moist folds. As if she had any question, Janet’s pungent taste told Laurie everything she needed to know about her state of arousal. She was shuddering almost non-stop, and Laurie almost felt guilty about making her wait any longer.

“Oh — Oh, fuck!” Janet cried out, thrashing on the mattress. Laurie decided it was time. She would give Janet her release. Picking up the pace of her finger, and continuing the tongue motions that had Janet so flustered, Laurie began humming. It wasn’t a tune that had ever been sung, it was just a long low hum — a hum that tickled and vibrated in just the right place, in just the right way.

“Oh god! — Oh god! — Oh god!” Janet yelled. Laurie felt the familiar bearing down on her finger, and desperate thigh clutch of a woman going over. Janet squeezed so hard that it was difficult for Laurie to breathe, let along continue what she was doing. She persevered however, and held on — enjoying every jolt, every spasm, every gush of moisture — until finally, Janet’s grip slackened.

Laurie lay there panting for a moment, filling her lungs with much needed air. There was a smile forming on her lips, as she kissed her way up to Janet’s tummy. Pausing there for a moment, she basked in the warmth of the woman under her. “Oh god,” Janet was moaning. “Laurie, that was … oh my god.”

“See what you’ve been missing?” Laurie teased.

“Mmm,” was the only response from Janet.

Laurie pushed her way up the bed and lay next to Janet. The two women wrapped their arms around one another, saying nothing for a long while. It was Laurie who finally broke the spell.

“Sorry sweets, I don’t want to throw you out, but won’t your husband be expecting you sometime today?”

“Oh, shit. What time is it?” Janet pawed around desperately until she uncovered the hotel alarm clock. “Shit. I don’t suppose I could talk you into giving me a ride to my parents house?”

“Sorry, I took a cab. Want me to order one for you?”

Janet took a deep breath. “I know this might seem like an odd request, but would you come with me? I feel like I’m running out on you, and …”

“Sure, let me get dressed.”

“You girls can’t just live on coffee, you know.” Janet’s mother was giving the two women a talking-to as she brought out what she referred to as a proper breakfast and placed it before them. “I mean honestly, what do you eat?”

“I’m sorry to embarrass you in front of your friend honey, but it’s true. And how have you been Laurie dear? I haven’t seen you since high school. But I have to say, you haven’t changed a bit. Recognized you as soon as you stepped through that door.”

“Found it,” Janet’s father announced.

“The picture of you two from high school. King and Queen of France. Your sophomore year.”

“You guys kept that? Jeez, that was … a lot of years ago.”

“I couldn’t get rid of it,” Janet’s mother said. “You two were so cute together. I’ve never seen you look so happy, dear.”

“I’m honestly surprised you two never got together,” Janet’s father added, before placing the dog-eared photograph on the table.

“We did make a pretty good king and queen,” Laurie said, smiling.

Janet couldn’t help herself, when she looked at the picture on the table and then to the woman seated beside her, she broke out into a broad grin.

Her revelry was short lived, broken by the chime of her phone. “It’s David,” she said, “he’s on his way over.”

“I should get going,” Laurie said. “I still have to pack before my flight.” She dug out her own phone and punched in an order for a cab.

“I’ll walk you out,” Janet said.

“It was lovely to see you again Laurie,” Janet’s mother said.

“Yes, I do hope it won’t be so long until next time,” her father added.

The two women made their way to the front porch. There was a chill in the air, but that didn’t stop them from making the most of their last few minutes together.

“So,” Laurie said, “what do we do now? About us?”

“I don’t really know. I wish we weren’t so far apart.” Janet stared at her shoes, while trailing her fingertips over Laurie’s arm.

“And I think I still owe you some mind-blowing oral … “

Laurie grinned. “It’s OK. I enjoyed doing it for you. I’m glad I got to be your first.” Laurie’s grin began to slacken as she saw the cab making its way down the street.

“Let’s stay in touch,” Janet said, pulling out her phone.

“Definitely.” Laurie had her device in hand.

“I’m gonna miss you. I wish we had more time.”

“I know,” Laurie said, as the two women embraced.

Janet waved as the cab pulled out of her parent’s driveway. She walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and cried.

If you were expecting a happily-ever-after ending, I am sorry. Not every story can end that way, and I just didn’t see it as being very plausible in this one. I do think that Laurie and Janet will stay in touch, and perhaps one day find the courage to leave their respective unhappy relationships. And if they’re truly lucky, they just might just find their way into each other’s arms again.

Now go listen to Depeche Mode’s Little 15 and try to forget.