Chapter 4

“So, what about now? I mean you go out to a lot of clubs. Haven’t you met anyone you’d settle down with yet?”

“A few but they’re either in long term relationships or in a couple of cases put off by the fact that I’m in the police force,” I looked at her, “so, getting around to the elephant in the room. Why did you kiss me just then? I admit I opened my mouth before you though.”

“To be honest,” Peggy glanced down, “I don’t know.”

“Was it the alcohol because that’s understandable.”

“I’ve been drunker with you and not done that,” Peggy replied and then went on.

“It’s been building for a while, this need to do something different. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’ve been perving on you or any other women but lately I’ve been looking at women and wondering what it would be like. I know how to please a man, show him a bit of leg, let him feel your tits and it’s all over in under ten minutes.”

“So, you’re curious then.”

“Kind of and kind of not,” she mused, “I mean the desire is there but it’s like a cake, just because it’s sitting on a supermarket shelf it doesn’t mean I have to buy it and take it home. I can look at it all day,” she smiled crookedly, “until someone calls the store security.”

“So, why not come out with me one night,” I nudged her thigh, “you could check out a few women and just talk, it’s not the same with men, we women love to talk.”

For a few moments she didn’t reply and then she told me something that changed everything.

“I did that last Wednesday after work,” she paused, “I went to that club where you go to, I’d been working myself up to it for the last two weeks and finally just walked in.”

“And?” I studied her, “what happened?”

“I got talking to this woman, Emma and she was kind of butch looking but she had a cute face and she was politely spoken but when she suggested we go back to her place I chickened out and made some silly excuse about having to meet someone at home.”

“Emma,” I closed my eyes, “she’s big in the hips, got short dark hair?”

“Yeah,” she replied, “do you know her?”

“Aye, she’s a minger all right,” I looked at her, “you didnae wi’ her?”

“No,” she replied, “I mean she was interesting to talk to, she’d been in the army and looked like she could take care of herself but I suppose I was expecting someone more like you,” her eyes shifted slightly.

“There, I’ve said it.”

I know I blinked at that and when I looked at her again Peggy had an anxious look on her face as if she’d said something terribly insulting. She made to get up but I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her.

“You havnae said anything wrong,” I told her, “I’ve felt an attraction to you ever since I moved in but for obvious reasons I couldnae torture myself with useless desires. This place has become too important to me because it’s the first time I’ve been able to go out with women and not have to worry about the fallout. I didnae want to upset the apple cart.”

“So, what do we do now?” Peggy stared at the telly, “now that we’ve noticed the elephant.”

“Elephants aren’t so bad,” I chuckled, “just dinnae tickle them,” I tickled the back of her neck and she squirmed slightly and turned to face me.

We stared at each other for a few moments and I slid my hand up the front of her blouse to the collar, Peggy’s eyes shifted to take this in and then she put a hand around my wrist but didn’t try to stop me as I moved my hand up behind her collar. I felt her hair sliding over my hand as I reached her earlobe and then I tickled it.

“You found my secret spot.”

“Ah, so,” I drew my finger up and down it, “that’s your secret shot to pieces now.”

Peggy didn’t reply as she closed her eyes. She didn’t make a move towards me but neither was she moving away, her hand was still clasped around my arm and a few moments later she slid it down to my elbow and then up towards my shoulder. I brought my other hand along the back of the couch to her head and began to tickle her other earlobe. My caresses were feathery and I was aware that any moment she might very well pull back out of fear or rejection but she stayed in that position with her eyes closed while I tickled her earlobes.

Eventually however, I alternated between tickling her earlobes to stroking her cheeks and Peggy’s eyelids fluttered open. Her breathing had become shallower and I could tell she was getting turned on by these simple movements. Our eyes met and she opened her mouth to say something but no words came out and I kept going, moving back to her ears and then around her jawline and back up to her lips. A low whimper finally escaped her lips as I came up her cheeks and as I headed to her ears again Peggy leaned forward and tilting her head, pressed her lips against mine. It was a soft and tender kiss that lasted far longer than the first one. I tasted her moistness and she trembled as my fingers danced up and down her earlobes.

When we finally parted it was only for a brief moment, her breathing was pronounced and ragged, when she kissed me again she opened her mouth wider and pushed against me. Her hands moved up to my neck and she slid her fingers over my earlobes, something I also like but with Peggy it has always been a more intense delight. We parted briefly, our foreheads touching.

“We should stop,” she exhaled.

“I know,” I replied, “we should stop.”

She looked at me for a long lingering moment and I moved forward and kissed her again, it was a long lingering kiss that went on for far too long because we were both out of breath when we finally parted. I knew that I couldn’t go much further without going over the edge but there was a part of me that didn’t want to drag her over with me, it was fighting a merry old battle with the part of me that wanted to go down on her.

“We can stop if you want,” I told her.

Peggy’s eyes widened and I really thought she was going to tell me to stop but then she met my lips in another long kiss that literally took my breath away and by the time we broke free our resolve had dissipated and there was nothing left but the desire to keep going.

As kissing sessions went, it was the longest I’d had yet, granted I wasn’t as sexually experienced as Peggy but I was a few years younger, and there was also the overriding thought in the back of my mind that perhaps we should use our mouths for talking instead of kissing. I know there were at least two occasions where we almost pulled out because she did look over my shoulder as my hands moved down to her breasts. When I felt the wire of her bra she pushed forward and devoured me in another kiss that became even more intense when I started moulding her breasts.

The second moment came when I put my hands behind my neck to undo the cravat, we’d stopped kissing for a few seconds and by now Peggy was massaging my breasts. When I dropped the cravat she stopped massaging my breasts and looked at me. I had a finger and thumb on the top button of my shirt. Peggy swallowed and let go of my breasts. A moment later I undid the button and the collar sprang apart. She didn’t let go of my breasts but I could sense the gravity of the moment, nature was starting to exert herself as I undid a second button and stroked my throat.

A few moments later I reached out and slid my finger up her front to the second button, I pulled her slowly towards me and her hands left my breasts and moved to my wrists. We were inches from each other when I kissed her softly on the lips, the kiss only lasted a second but I followed it up with a second kiss and then a third, teasingly drawing her with me as I moved towards the arm of the couch and when I hit the armrest I finally undid the button and snaked my hand around behind her collar to her neck.

Peggy was now stretched out along the couch and we looked into each other’s eyes as I drew my other finger up and down her front, following the line of buttons. We kissed again, a longer kiss that sent my mind spinning and when we parted she finally breathed out.

“The couch is too small for this kind of thing.”

“So, whose bed will it be?” I teased her, “yours or mine?”

“Um,” she looked doubtful.

“I’ve got a big fucking dildo in my top drawer.”

Peggy’s eyes softened as she nodded.

“Your bed it is then.”

I shifted off the couch and stood up, and taking her hands, helped her to her feet. She glanced at the telly and then released my hands to pick up the remote.

“I have to piss,” she murmured.

I was kind of grateful for that because it gave me time to ready myself and gather my thoughts. I had no script for this kind of thing. Granted I thought Peggy was hot but part of that attraction lay in the fact she was unattainable, the straight woman living with the gay woman. We nurture these fantasies sometimes to our hurt and yet when you’re in that zone it’s so hard to break free of it and move beyond the fantasy and into reality. Now it was set to become a reality and I was woefully unprepared for it. What did we do in the morning? Would we still be as hot for each other as now or would the ardour cool?

I settled against the bedhead to await her and while I was waiting I took off my boots and belt. I heard the flushing toilet and then a tap running as she washed her hands not long after. I heard the lights being turned off and then she came up the passageway to my bedroom. Once again I thought she might just change her mind but I’d reckoned without the power of desire. The door opened and Peggy stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

“This is all kind of weird,” she fumbled with her belt buckle, “I had no intention of going this far tonight or any other night.”

“We can always just go to sleep,” I slid a hand beneath my collar, “it’s all been done before.”

“Been there, got the tee shirt,” she unbuckled the belt and started sliding it through the belt loops, “just not with a woman.”

The belt hit the floor with a resounding clunk.

“This will be a first for me,” she raised a leg and pulled a slipper off, “first time with a woman,” she dropped the slipper on the floor, “and first time I’ve had sex in this flat,” she removed the other slipper and dropped it.

“Come join me,” I patted the bedspread beside me, “there’s plenty of room for two.”

Peggy hesitated for a few seconds longer before moving to the bed. She slid onto it and knelt at my side as she looked past me.

“I hate to point out the bloody obvious but I’m kinda new to this thing.”

“So, you want me to take the lead,” I danced my finger up her thigh, “I can do that,” I reached her crotch and drew my finger over the fly. Peggy looked down at my finger and then I reached her waistband and put my fingers behind it.

I pulled on the material and slipped my hand down the front of her trousers all the way to her panties, I felt her moistness as my finger found her lips. A sly smile nudged her lips as she spread her legs slightly and I undid the button on the front flap and bringing my hand back up, undid the metal clip and inner button. Part of the blouse came out and I shifted position so that I was now kneeling in front of her.