Chapter 1

TWO GIRLS

 

'Wake up sleepy head! It's our first morning in our new flat. Our first day here together.' Paula teased flaxen hair from her forehead with the back of her hand. Grey eyes smiled. 'Isn't it good, Dawnie? Everything new. Did you sleep all right?' She propped herself on an elbow and kissed Dawn. Full lips on full lips. Warmth and perfumed softness on warmth and perfumed softness.

Dawn opened her eyes. Foxy, hazel eyes. Looking into Paula's eyes with more than just fondness. Much more. 'Yes, sweetie - oh, yes, I slept all right.'

Dawn eased away the midnight blue sheet, stretched her arms, arched her back, and pushed her head back into the soft pillow. Paula continued looking into Dawn's eyes. She stroked golden amber hair and ran her finger gently down a delicate ear. 'Well, what d'you think?'

'Yes,' sighed Dawn. 'It's just right for you and me. The archways over the doors. I like those. They remind me of a Mediterranean villa.'

Paula relaxed against the pine headboard and closed her eyes. 'Yes, me too. They conjure up other times, other places. A pot plant with gaudy flowers - now that would finish the room off nicely and make us think we were somewhere exotic.'

'That's what I dreamed about during the night. It was so real, I wonder now if it was in a book I read or a movie we saw.'

'Oh, you dreamed,' said Paula. 'I didn't hear a murmur. Tell me about your dream.'

'It was about us,' said Dawn, 'about you and me in this flat.'

'Oh, if you and I were in it, it must have been a good dream. Were we having -?'

Dawn smiled coyly, lifted fingers to the big, red bow sitting like a butterfly at her neck with satin ribbons that trickled over the gossamer-black nylon of her short nightdress. Over the contours of all but naked breasts, firm and pink budded. 'Yes, it was a good dream. It was night time and you could see the moon through our window. Big and round like a huge cut-out. We went through our doorway, just as you see it now. But outside wasn't our town. Outside was the sea with the big moon shivering on it like melted copper near the horizon.

Her hand fell lightly to stroke about Paula's breast, teasing the nipple with her fingers. Making it swell hard.

Paula drew up her knees, let slip about her thighs the violet nylon, sheer and smooth as Dawn's. Her lips touched warm on Dawn's nipple as she whispered, 'It would be lovely if it was as you dreamed, Dawnie. But it's really going to be the same drab old town.'

Dawn stroked her hair as Paula's lips sucked through the gossamer nylon. 'Yes, dear one, just as you say - drab old town. Well today is Saturday so let's pretend we're on holiday - somewhere far away. We can do that, can't we?'

'Yes, we can pretend.'

Dawn sighed, closing her eyes in concentration. 'Still, I wonder -'

'Wonder?' said Paula, squeezing Dawn's other breast and passing exquisite, butterfly kisses down the heat of her stomach. 'What do you wonder?'

'Well, I - what I wonder is - we're already into our twenties, you and I.'

'Only just,' answered Paula.

'Then next year,' said Dawn, feeling the negligee brushed away from her thighs, 'only a little a bit more. And later, a bit more still.'

Paula lifted up and leaned over her again. Ran a finger lightly over her cheek then oh, so gently down her neck. Traced liquid sensations past the red bow and between her breasts. Ran fingers like a fluttering bird down her stomach to her thigh. 'Do we have the blues, dear? We shouldn't have the blues this morning.'

Dawn turned her face up and smiled, her eyes close to Paula's eyes. 'Perhaps it was the fuss of moving yesterday. Perhaps it was my dream. Nothing more - although -.' She raised a hand to Paula's cheek. 'I shouldn't complain, should I? You and I, sweetie, we have lots of fun. Lots of little games together.'

'We could have a little game now, Dawnie. I only have to open the drawer. Our little friend is in there, waiting to come and play.'

'To play and come, sweetie,' Dawn smiled.

The next kiss was longer. It overflowed with memories of sighing together in the night. Of passions shared and spent in hallowed darkness.

'I'll bring him out then,' smiled Paula, reaching over to tug the drawer. 'He's always ready. Never hides when we need him. Here we are,' she whispered, her free hand caressing the silk-smoothness of Dawn's stomach.

Dawn smiled into Paula's eyes. Paula kissed her breast again and Dawn, aware of the gentle humming, parted her legs. She quivered and caught her breath as something cool and hard spread her pussy-lips with electric touch.

'Here we are,' repeated Paula, kneeling above. Dawn spread herself yet wider.

'Oh, God, precious,' moaned Dawn, closing her eyes as the instrument of lust eased a little deeper to caress the jewel of her pleasures.

Paula, reached down to pull back the sex-lips, saw how inflamed Dawn was and knew well enough how quickly she would reach her climax. Dawn usually did unless Paula prolonged the act. But that would tease and Dawn would become restless, thrusting up her pelvis to demand the intruder entered fully. She had no need, for this time Paula stroked deeper and Dawn, feeling the vibrator sing lust within her belly, gasped, stiffened and drew up her knees. Paula played her naked body like a voluptuous instrument, easing the well-proportioned vibrator inside to its full length and working it back and forth with practised ease.

Sighing seconds passed and Dawn began to moan. Softly at first, then louder, her head rocking from side to side, mouth opening wide. When the moans became harsher, when Dawn began to knead her feet against disordered bedclothes, to dig fingers into the mattress edge, Paula knew the crisis was close.

Dawn jerked as if touched by electrodes. Her moans became cries. As she began to squirm, as her cries grew louder, Paula worked the vibrator frantically whilst fingers squeezed and massaged the labia. She watched intently as Dawn altogether lost control and in the grip of orgasm, set rigid as glass, screaming, 'Oh, Christ! Oh! Oh, Christ!'

It was done. Paula withdrew the glistening instrument and Dawn relaxed with a final, lingering moan as if absolved of all life's cares. 'Oh, sweetie -.' she breathed, squeezing the hand that still rested lightly on the flesh above her pussy.

Of course there could never be guilt. Both enjoyed male partners now and then and each remembered vividly those occasions when the other had shown up unexpectedly whilst she was engaged in an act that most might wish to pursue undisturbed. Or perhaps might not.

Paula smiled, recalling her return one evening to their old bed-sit. She had heard sounds as soon as she entered but they had meant nothing until it was too late. When the light was switched on it revealed Dawn kneeling before her lover, his flushed and erect cock engulfed by her willing mouth, the fingers of one hand encircling the root whilst her other cupped and caressed his testicles. His pelvis had thrust rapidly, his groans already confirming the point of no return was reached. The shock of Paula's appearance had caused Dawn to pull back suddenly, though her hands had remained where they were. Her lover had cried aloud as his semen spurted copiously about her lips, cheeks and naked breasts. Dawn had stared in open-mouthed disbelief whilst the glistening trail oozed down her stomach and a lengthening, translucent strand swung cobweb-like from her chin.

It had been embarrassing, of course, but only for a time. Within a fortnight the tables were turned. On that occasion, Dawn had left her male companion after a disagreement and, making no effort to contact Paula in advance, had hurried straight home. Perhaps Dawn had wanted to catch Paula in an intimate situation so as to redress the balance. Quite deliberately she had made no sound when entering through the front door. Quite deliberately she had crept noiselessly up the stairs, though she could hear nothing within the room as her hand fell to the doorknob.

The surprise had been complete and there had been no need to switch on the light because the room was brightly illuminated already. Paula's lover had been seated on a small chair close to the door. Astride him had sat Paula, facing outwards with legs spread either side, speared to the root on the ample shaft that continued to ease in and out as if Dawn's intrusion mattered not at all. Evidently, he had realised there was no point in his withdrawing, and Paula, though showing initial surprise, had also been unwilling to terminate the act. His hands cupped her breasts and the expression on both their faces had made it clear that lust had altogether triumphed over caution. And though their indifference to her presence had surprised her, Dawn was determined not to back down from the situation. She had at once cast aside her coat and approached, kneeling down before them to observe closely their act of intimacy, made more blatant still by the smiles on both their faces. With little hesitation, she had pushed between the two pairs of legs, gripping Paula's beneath the knees to force them apart further still and lowering her face close to where they were so voluptuously united. The male had begun to thrust harder and Dawn knew there could be little time left. Her tongue had entered the stage of love, darting about Paula's inflamed clitoris, tasting her passions, fuelling her lust and coursing about the base of the shaft as it ran like a piston out of control. Her gasps and cries filling the small room, Paula had reached her climax almost at once whilst his cries of abandonment had arrived but moments later.

These were memories. The men in their lives appeared and went their way but always for Paula there was Dawn and always for Dawn there was Paula.

For a time neither spoke. Then Dawn said, 'Sometimes I think there may be secret places. Places hidden away around the corner. Hidden just out of reach. Like in my dream. Perhaps, if we look, there may really be another door to a different world.' Her eyes opened wide. 'This town, these people - everything is so - so utterly ordinary. None of it makes sense to me, you know. I think ordinariness is a form of insanity or worse. You become ordinary when you're dead. Sometimes, I think only the two of us really exist.'

'And Suzanne,' said Paula. 'She exists. Suzanne and her shop. All those black, shiny clothes. There are secrets there, I'm sure of it. Things hidden away we never see.'

'Yes,' breathed Dawn. 'I feel Suzy has lots of odd secrets. Perhaps we should go and visit. Perhaps she'll have something -.'

Paula smiled, 'Perhaps she'll have something we can share between ourselves.'

Dawn breathed in. 'There are things in her shop - things we could -.'

'Yes - sometimes I've thought about it,' said Paula, gazing intensely into Dawn's eyes. 'Sometimes I've wondered about -. Well, it could be fun.'

'Yes, we could go today. We have the time.'

Paula said, 'Then we'll go today and not be shy about anything Suzy shows us. We mustn't pretend, either. I think she'd know if we did. You can't pretend in a shop like that.'

Dawn's eyes were bright, reflecting the glow of daylight seeping through course weave of coffee coloured curtains. 'But we'll both have to want to, precious. And it might be expensive.'

'But we both do want to,' answered Paula. 'And expensive? We won't know until we look. And even if it is, we might think - well, just this once.'

Paula kissed Dawn, eased back onto the bed, pushed her head into the pillow and closed her eyes as though it was time for contemplation and time for wanting to remain where she was. 'We could take turns to make each other suffer and beg for mercy. Sunday afternoons - yes, when it's wet and miserable the way Sunday usually is.'

Dawn leaned over and kissed her. 'Or we could leave it to chance - the toss of a coin or the spin of a knife on the table, to see who it pointed at once it had stopped turning.'

'One of us could play bitch goddess over the other!' said Paula, feeling Dawn's fingers drift feather light over the firmer flesh above the sanctum of her sex.

'And then - and then,' said Dawn, shifting aside a little and allowing Paula to part her legs, 'the next time would be revenge time. Time to redress the balance. Time to even up the score!'

'And you never know -' sighed Paula as fingers spread her pussy lips. 'You never know - Suzanne and Peter. They might join in and -.'

'Oh - Just imagine!' said Dawn, stroking into moist heat. 'Just imagine that!'

'Oh, just imagine. Oh yes, Dawnie, yes - yes! Oh, God! Oh, you little bitch!'

The finger teased about the pearl of her lusts and made it glow bright. It was an aching brightness that coiled fire up her spine and through her every nerve. The finger stroked deeper. Spread flames of passion that burned until they were rising out of control. Her head twisted fitfully from side to side. Her lips trembled, 'Oh, you bitch - you bitch - you -! You're making me come! I'm going to -! Oh, God! Ohhh! Oh, God!'

Dawn's lips and whispers were soft against her cheek as Paula's breath shortened and her knees drew upwards. 'I want to feel you come, sweetie. I want to taste you.' Dawn shuffled about until her head was between Paula's legs. Her tongue spread the love lips, darted eagerly inside to lap the nectar of her imminent climax. Paula shivered, stiffened and cried aloud as though in anguish. Gasping for air as one newly emerged from deep water.

Under the blue sheet they lay once more in silence, watching patterns of spotted light drift slowly down the wall. At last, Paula arose and kissed Dawn on the cheek. 'I think we should call Suzy and say we'll be coming around, don't you? We could spend all morning there if we wanted, couldn't we? And then we could have lunch. The three of us if Suzy can get out for a while.' Paula slipped from beneath the sheet, stood by the bed and threw back her hair. 'You phone her, Dawnie. Arrange it with her whilst I'm in the shower.'

Paula leaned back in the hot embrace of water, in the sanctuary of frosted glass against the outside world. Her passions had welled up like heat from a cauldron but that vessel was as fathomless for her as it was for Dawn and the fires were not extinguished. Her hand followed shifting patterns of water down her stomach. Fingers spread through finest golden hair to eclipse her pussy. A starfish closing upon pink coral. Dawn should join her. 'Dawn!' she called out. But no! Dawn might be talking to Suzanne. Paula would spend her desires alone for once. 'We must be nymphos,' she breathed. 'Bloody nymphos. Both of us.'