Chapter 7

Agnes propped on her elbows as Josephine pulled the pants over her buttocks to expose the triangle of hair between her legs. Their eyes met as Josephine removed the pants and laid them to one side.

“Time for dessert,” she murmured.

“We haven’t even had dinner yet,” Agnes panted, “what are you going to do?”

“Cunnilingus,” she dipped her head and drew her tongue over her vulva with a broad lick that reached her clitoral hood. Agnes let out a loud whimper and Josephine went back down again and this time she tickled her perineum at the same time, which caused her to wince at the pleasurable sensation flooding through her.

Agnes flopped backwards and spread her legs wide as Josephine went to work, her tongue moved up and down and from side to side for some time before she attempted penetration with a single digit of her finger. When she did so, Agnes swallowed and cried out as the finger went deeper.

When Josephine was all the way in, she bent her finger slightly and withdrew with a come hither motion. Agnes’s eyes snapped open as the delicate nerve endings tingled. This was something entirely new and unexpected. Josephine went back to licking her and this time she circled her clitoral hood with ever decreasing circles until finally she was pressing hard against it. The hood slicked back to expose the delicate little organ and Agnes let out a cry of pleasure and shock. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. No words came to mind except for an obscene, “fuck.”

Josephine’s finger was sliding in and out with regular movements and Agnes just let herself go as she spread her arms wide and grabbed the quilt. Her back arched as she pushed herself into Josephine’s hand and mouth. The in and out motion slowed as Josephine reached over and grabbed the dildo. A moment later she pulled her finger out and placed the tip against her opening.

“Spread your legs wider,” she instructed her.

Agnes’s eyes opened as she looked down over her sweaty body. The dildo was pushing against her and she instinctively expanded to take this larger object. A torrent of cries escaped her throat as the dildo twisted inside her and when it had gone all the way in, Josephine slid it back out but tilted it at the same time to stimulate the front of her passage. Agnes’s cries came thick and fast, and louder as Josephine repeated the same motion and to increase the pleasure she also licked her clitoris. Her breathing turned ragged and the curse words that tumbled from her lips would have embarrassed her had she not been beyond salvation. The end came suddenly, a series of spasms that moved through her as she let go, her back rose and fell rhythmically and then she fell into the abyss, tears streaming down her face.

She came to an eternity later although in reality it was only a few seconds to find the other woman pulling the dildo out.

“You had a climax,” she raised an eyebrow, “you have never had one before?”

“Not like that,” she pinched her nose, “I had pleasure with Frank but it wasn’t like that,” she dropped her hand, “sorry.”

“There is no blame here,” Josephine looked down at her, “no judgement, no guilt, just two women enjoying each other’s company.”

“You are still dressed,” Agnes stated the obvious, “why?”

“I was concentrating on you,” Josephine responded, “but if you want to pleasure me I am willing to oblige.”

“I have to wash my face,” Agnes slid forward.

“Of course,” she picked up the dildo, “and while you wash your face, could you wash my friend as well?”

Agnes giggled at that as she eased off the bed and reached for her dressing gown. It occurred to her as she left the bedroom with the dildo that she’d just crossed another line, being naked under her dressing gown.

So, how to make love to a woman? Agnes frowned as she wiped her pussy. The answer came as she returned to the bedroom.

Do unto others, she regarded Josephine sitting with her back to the wall. She was still fully dressed and as Agnes tossed her dressing gown onto the end of the bed Josephine looked up with an impish smile.

“If you don’t want to lick me down there, I understand.”

“There is a war on in case you didn’t know,” she knelt on the bed and crawled forward, “and we must all do our duty,” she reached her mouth and then kissed her gently.

It felt almost strange to unbutton the third button at first but then she started doing to her what the Canadian had done to her, unbutton her blouse slowly and stroke and kiss her skin as she did so. Josephine’s reactions only gave her courage and it was clear the other woman was enjoying this rather nervous disrobing. There were times she almost faltered but that was because Josephine kept stroking her naked body and kissing her again and again.

The blouse was open to her cleavage soon enough and Agnes swallowed as she undid the next button to expose her bra. A rosy blush was evident on her front and Josephine’s eyes widened as Agnes slid the garment across her shoulders. It couldn’t fall too far until she undid the next button and then it slid down her back swiftly.

Trembling fingers undid the next button and then Josephine unbuttoned her cuffs and pulled the blouse out of the waistband. Agnes undid the last couple of buttons and Josephine slid the garment off. There were a few moments of hesitation as Agnes contemplated her half nude body, she was only wearing the bra and the trousers and then she started stroking her front as their lips met again and again in long, lingering kisses. It was Josephine who undid her own bra but Agnes helped with the trousers.

Seeing Josephine lying on her back wearing just her pants caused her to hesitate but then she moved forward and straddled her. It took some time to get her pants off though because she did spend a lot of time on her nipples, sucking and licking each one in turn again and again, but eventually she headed south to a region she had always regarded as dirty and somewhat out of sight, out of mind.

Peeling her pants over the patch of hair she bent down and tasted her juices. She was wet down there but it wasn’t an unpleasant taste. Josephine started speaking in French and for some strange reason that just drove Agnes wild. She pulled the pants all the way down and licked her again. More French words tumbled from her mouth as Josephine parted her legs and then she slid a finger inside, at first she was nervous but the other woman was more than able to assist her as she guided her in and out. She switched to English when instructing her but the rest of the time she spoke French.

When it was her turn for the dildo however she changed to Russian, a language she’d only ever heard at newsreels. It sounded almost menacing, even though Josephine translated it for her some hours later. She drove the dildo in and went to work on her pussy, licking her way up and down, and over her clitoris. Josephine tickled her own perineum at first until Agnes took her cue and did it for her.

When Josephine climaxed it was with a sharp cry as she swore in Russian and then French, and then she went limp and burst out laughing.

“My God, what you did to me.”

“You have natural talent, mon cherie.”

Agnes rose, only to settle beside her.

“This was different,” she put her hand on her belly.

“So there will be a second time?”

“Oh there will be,” she reassured her.

“Now?” Josephine smiled crookedly.

“Now?” Agnes’s eyes widened.

“That is the magic of women loving women,” Josephine stroked her hand, “we do not fall asleep after sex like men, we are awake and ready for more.”

“My God,” Agnes closed her eyes, “of course. What was I thinking?”

“It takes time to adjust,” Josephine murmured, “we have one more time and then we must bathe before dinner.”

Agnes let out a sigh as Josephine rolled over and straddled her.

Tuesday night, 8th May 1945.

Agnes’s eyes fluttered open as Josephine came into the room. She had been out earlier in the night to fetch some groceries and they’d dined on some stew and potatoes before Josephine went to take a bath. Their love affair had been going on ever since that fateful night in May, 1943 and in that time she’d come to accept that whilst she still found men attractive, the thought of losing Josephine was too much to bear. As Josephine had told her earlier, people didn’t think to ask about two women living together and as far as she could work out, no one had even suspected that they slept in the same bed. Josephine still kept her room clean and washed the sheets regularly, even though they were clean but every night she slept in Agnes’s room.

Their lovemaking had become far more relaxed and indeed quite pleasurable, much to her relief and there were times Agnes looked back on her former life and wondered if it was not something of a dream.

She winced as some children came racing along the road screaming at the top of their lungs.

“It’s over, the war is over!”

The phrase was repeated over and over as they raced past the house. Agnes sat up on the couch and stared at the clock on the wall, registering that it was midnight.

“We haven’t had the radio on all night,” Josephine moved to the radio, “and if the children are out at this time of night,” she turned it on and a moment later they heard the solemn voice of the newsreader from the BBC announcing that the war in Europe had come to a close with the signing of a ceasefire agreement between the Western Allies and Germany. Fighting on the Eastern front was still continuing and the Japanese were still fighting the Allies in the east.

Agnes didn’t know how to react as she rose and opened the curtains. Lights were coming on in the tenements across the road and as she looked up and down the street more and more lights were coming on. She could hear cheers and screams bubbling out as others turned on their radios too. She turned to embrace Josephine, aware that people were starting to come out into the street, letting her warmth fill her. In the blink of an eye she saw Frank’s figure in her mind’s eye standing at the radio, tears streamed down her cheeks and then she put her head on Josephine’s shoulder and his image faded away again. She had started this war with one love and ended it with another love, the circle was complete.