Loving Her Volume 2
By Megan Rose
Copyright 2010 by Megan Rose
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On The Beach
A gentle breeze shimmered through the curtains, making the fabric move teasingly across the open French doors. The sounds of the ocean followed the breeze into the room, bringing the summer’s evening closer to the two women in the house. Fern smiled, walking back across the lounge room towards her companion. Nicky sat casually; her arm along the back of the sofa, her pale blue blouse unbuttoned a little more than earlier in the evening. Fern found it hard to recall a time when she'd seen Nicky look more delectable. Perhaps it was the wine; perhaps it was the evening. More likely, it was simply the woman herself.
Fern placed their wine glasses on the coffee table and caught Nicky’s attention scanning her cleavage. Smiling inwardly, she sat down next to her, crossing her legs and finally relaxing. The sensation of stockings whispering against her thighs sent a shiver down her spine. Fern wondered if Nicky felt the same anticipation, the same level of heat. Despite the earlier glance at her cleavage, the other woman seemed to be the very essence of the calm and collected work colleague she always appeared to be. To Fern, there were no outward signs the other woman wanted her. Nevertheless, she had agreed to share a cab and a nightcap with her. Surely, that was an encouraging sign?
Fern leant forward to reach for her glass, suddenly feeling Nicky’s hand upon hers. “Lets not waste time sipping wine and indulging in polite conversation, Fern. We spent the whole evening doing that. Law firm dinners aren’t my idea of a good time. But you however… are. I know why you asked me here.” Nicky’s voice sounded low and seductive, making Fern almost straining her ears to hear her. “I want you, Fern. Since I started at the firm, I’ve wanted you. But then…...” her hand moved along her arm, “I suspect that you’ve always known that, haven’t you?”
Fern felt her cheeks redden. Yes, she'd suspected. There had been the occasional glance across the office, a lingering look in the boardroom, but nothing for certain. Nothing that told her Nicky wanted her. Fern’s hand fell away from the glass and she relaxed back into the soft comfort of her sofa. The cooling sea breeze danced lazily round the room, catching the spicy scent of Nicky’s perfume and bringing it closer to Fern. She inhaled deeply, wanting to drink in as much of the other woman as she possibly could. She felt intoxicated by her very presence. An inexplicable ache had been burning a hole in her body ever since she'd first set eyes on Nicky. And tonight that ache needed to be satisfied.
Nicky traced her fingers lazily up the length of Fern’s arm, leaving Fern to close her eyes and do nothing except enjoy the sensation of her colleague’s touch. She felt Nicky’s fingers loosen the chignon at the back of her head and run her fingers lightly through her chestnut waves. “You’re a very sensual woman, Fern. Do you know that?” she murmured.
Fern gasped at the brush of Nicky’s breath against the nape of her neck, teasing gently at her skin. She longed to open her eyes, but somehow she felt closer to her like this, feeling and sensing, rather than simply seeing. After spending months looking at her and studying the other woman’s beautiful physique, Fern now wanted to absorb the pleasure of her touch, to revel in the pure scent of her femininity. “Do you know that I’ve wanted to do this all evening, Fern?” she asked.
Ever so slowly, Nicky started to kiss her. Gentle butterfly kisses landed upon her neck, floating across her cheeks before finally settling upon her mouth. The warmth of Nicky’s breath danced across Fern’s skin, causing her knees to tremble in anticipation of her next move. She felt Nicky’s hand move teasingly across the fabric of her skirt, lifting the hem and beginning its journey of exploration. Her touch was feather-light; her hand pure pleasure as it danced across Fern’s stocking tops, feeling the lace and then the ribbons that held the stockings in place.
Fern turned her face towards Nicky’s, eager to allow the kisses between them to deepen, to no longer be the passive recipient. She wanted to feel the other woman deep within her mouth, to probe her gently with her tongue, to let her know just how much this moment was wanted. Flesh met flesh, and as their tongues touched for the first time, Fern felt Nicky’s hand gently seek permission to prise her thighs apart. Eagerly she opened her legs, keen to allow Nicky’s touch to totally penetrate her.
Swiftly their tongues danced, while the scent of Nicky’s perfume was replaced by the scent of need. Raw heat grew between the women, as Fern's own excitement seeped onto the fabric of her panties. Already, she sensed her body submitting to Nicky’s expert touch. Nicky pulled away, her breath coming fast. “Do you know what these do to me Fern? Do you realize how sexy you are?” she asked, toying with the ribbons on the suspenders. Fern gazed into Nicky’s face, seeing the raw hunger that the other woman felt.
Nicky’s touch made Fern powerless to contain her own emotions any longer. She slid her hands down the sides of Nicky’s face, hungrily slipping her tongue inside Nicky’s mouth for a second time, feeling wanton, and yet, ridiculously proud of herself at the same time. She felt sure that a soft moan of delight escaped her mouth, as Nicky’s tongue tangled with her own .The velvety softness of the other woman’s mouth felt delicious to Fern. It seemed so long since she'd experienced this kind of passion and blatant sexual desire. Nicky’s tongue, her scent, her moisture; it felt so wonderful and new. Fern had given many hours to thinking about this moment, even fantasizing over the other woman on lonely evenings, but fantasies had never been this good. Nicky’s kiss deepened in its demand. Fern could feel the passion building within the other woman’s body as her tongue slid firmly and decisively against her own.