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  ‘I’m sorry.’

  ‘Don’t be sorry, Vic, tell me what you want. Or for once, do something.’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘Anything!’ She slapped the bed sheets with her palm.

  This time, when my mouth opened, I managed a small squeak. Something clamped down on my words and stopped them from escaping and, as I looked at Lara, I knew I couldn’t do it. I turned and walked to the door.

  A loud thud told me Lara had jumped off the bed. She reached the door before I did and slammed her hand flat against it. I tugged the handle, but couldn’t open it more than an inch.

  ‘Stop running away!’

  I tried the door again, and this time Lara stepped right into my back. She pressed into me, her body forming a hot contour of joined skin against my spine. Her fingers closed over mine and yanked them away from the handle.

  ‘Let go, Lara.’

  ‘Talk to me.’

  ‘I can’t.’

  ‘You can. It’s me. You can say anything to me.’

  When I jerked my hand out of hers and returned it to the handle, Lara growled. She jerked forward and shoved me against the door. Though her head only reached my shoulder, her strength in that moment was utterly foreign and made my heart jump in my chest. No way to tell how much of that was fear and how much was excitement.

  She pushed both hands under the bottom of my nightshirt and caressed my hips in one long bold stroke.

  My knees quivered, then hit the door. Her fingers left a line of fire on my body that stopped where her hands did, just beneath the wire of my stupid, stupid bra.

  I pushed back. Turned to face her. Lowered my head and crushed my lips against hers in a deep kiss made of longing and frustration.

  I had no idea who was more surprised.

  When I pulled back, her eyes were wide and bright. Her hands hovered in the air, a short way from my face as though she meant to touch me.

  The bears on my nightshirt leapt up and down and only then did I realise that the strained panting I could hear came from me. I licked my lips and pulled a slow breath through my nostrils.

  ‘Sorry.’

  ‘If you apologise one more time, I’m leaving.’

  ‘Sor— Okay.’ I closed my eyes for a second, squeezing the lids together so tightly that white and purple rings danced through the blackness. When I opened them again, Lara was still there, staring up at me with an expression of mingled exasperation and amusement.

  ‘Feel better?’

  ‘A little.’

  She kissed me, far softer than I had done her, but longer, and somehow more verbose than anything else she’d said that night. ‘Was that so bad?’ Her hand cupped my face while her thumb stroked my cheek. ‘Please talk to me.’

  My eyes scrunched closed, as if to shut her out would make speaking easier. ‘I’m scared.’

  The room became still. Only the light brush of her skin against my face let me know she was still there.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I’m not your type.’

  ‘What are you talking about?’

  I opened my eyes a crack. Through the gap, I could see Lara staring at me; beautiful lips slightly parted, eyes wide. Looking away was definitely easier. So I did. ‘I’m nothing like other girls you’ve dated. And I didn’t think you’d be interested because of Malcolm.’

  Lara’s hand slid over my jaw. Though I tried to resist, she forcibly turned my face towards hers. Gentle kisses touched my forehead, nose and chin. Then my lips.

  ‘I’m naked, Vic. I’ve been trying to get your clothes off since you came in. You’re the one resisting. Not me.’

  I hadn’t realised I was crying until she brushed the tears away.

  ‘Come here.’

  I leaned against her, the heat of her body a long line of comfort and security against my face and chest. My arms curled around her, meeting between her shoulder blades. Eager hands stroked my ribs then clutched me close, fingers kneading me through my nightshirt.

  When she kissed me, it felt better than I ever could have imagined. I compared those first kisses to something good, but weak, like a single piano chord or a recorder. This kiss was a full opus with an entire orchestra, filled with melody and rhythm and stories of a desire so strong I felt them brush my skin like warm fur.

  Her tongue traced a delicate pattern around the inside of my mouth; probing, teasing, exploratory, but gentle. She tasted so good, even through the stale flavour of wine and curry that lingered on her lips. Most of all, Lara tasted of herself, and that was a flavour I’d remember and savour for years to come.

  One of her small long-fingered hands slipped beneath the hem of my nightshirt. The tips of her fingers touched my thigh and pulled a shudder out of me that rippled all the way down my spine. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Vicki, please.’ Her voice trembled with a fevered need I’d never heard before. ‘I want to touch you.’

  A fluttering sensation, like the sensual beat of butterfly wings, tickled through my stomach. My nipples tightened. My head swam. All this and she’d barely touched me at all.

  ‘Where?’ I asked.

  She gave me a look. Then she pulled the nightshirt up my thighs and bunched it above my hips, exposing my knickers. ‘Here.’ Her free hand stroked my stomach, just above the line of the elastic. ‘Here.’ The line of my ribs beneath the bra. ‘And will you take this fucking thing off?’

  Her impatience was so normal that for a moment I forgot what we were doing. I threw back my head and laughed.

  The nightshirt took seconds to remove. The bra, less.

  Standing before Lara, naked but for my knickers, I realised, for the first time, how much she wanted me. Her eyes were huge and shiny in the darkness. Filled with hunger. A sigh rushed from her lips and she held her hand about an inch from my body, as if afraid to close that meagre distance and finally touch.

  ‘What’s wrong?’

  ‘I just want to savour this for a second.’

  ‘I’m going to lose my nerve if you don’t hurry up.’

  She giggled.

  ‘I mean it. Come here.’ I snatched her hand, cupped it against my breast, then mirrored the gesture on the other side.

  Standing before Lara, holding her palms against my nipples, I felt my own body tingle and shiver. A cotton-soft ball of pleasure gathered in my stomach, stirring round and spinning out thin tendrils of pleasure to seep through my limbs in wriggling threads of warmth.

  My pulse filled the back of my throat.

  Her thumbs traced a slow path around my nipples, round and round until they stood out towards her. A sigh fell out of her mouth, followed by a low groan. She gripped me, a tiny squeeze, then relaxed; a motion that went through her body from the shoulders down.

  Grinning, Lara sank to her knees. She trailed her hand over my body the whole way down and, though my breasts felt suddenly cold and exposed, I couldn’t find the will to complain. Her lips traced a path down my stomach, licking and kissing every inch of the way; even the stretch marks around my belly button.

  She batted at my hands when I tried to cover up.

  ‘Stop it.’

  ‘Then leave the stretch marks alone.’

  ‘But I like the way they feel.’

  ‘They’re ugly.’

  ‘No part of you is ugly. Trust me.’

  The argument died on my lips when Lara hooked her fingers into the sides of my damp knickers and eased them down. She watched my face the whole time, the tip of her tongue peeping out the corner of her mouth as she slipped the elastic over the generous curve of my hips and thighs.

  She lifted my feet, one by one, to help me out of them, then dropped them somewhere behind her.

  Those thin threads of pleasure spread faster through my body.

  She gazed at my fully-naked body and licked her lips.

  ‘You’re smooth.’ The passion in her voice caressed parts of me that no physical hand could ever touch. Then she did touch me; the lightest of fingertip s
trokes through the hairless moisture. ‘I can’t believe how wet you are.’

  This time I did cover myself.

  ‘I’m taking it as a compliment, Vic, don’t worry. This is wonderful.’

  ‘It’s embarrassing.’

  ‘It shouldn’t be. Here.’ She stood with one swift bounce and took my hand. Gaze hot on mine, she pressed my fingers between her legs and rubbed. ‘Fuck,’ she hissed.

  If any capacity to speak had remained with me I might have echoed her. As it was, the feel of her own desire, slick against my fingers, stole my voice and snatched a groan from the back of my throat. When I did speak it was a whisper.

  ‘You really do want me.’

  ‘Jesus, Vic, I can’t say it any clearer than that. Come over here.’ She crossed to the bed and knelt on it.

  I rushed to join her, perching on the end of the bed with my feet on the floor.

  Lara eased me back against the pillows and picked up my feet, swivelling me round until I lay flat. After another sweet kiss, she slithered down my body and put her hands on my thighs.

  She looked at me and, though her eyes were hot with passion, I knew she was waiting for me.

  I nodded. My breathing caught and I had to swallow several times before I could speak. ‘Go ahead.’

  Smiling, she tucked both hands between my thighs and eased them apart. Lara watched my face the whole time, the crease of a frown showing between her eyebrows. ‘You okay?’

  ‘I feel—’ But I couldn’t find the words I wanted. None were big enough. I settled for, ‘I’m nervous.’

  ‘Don’t be.’ She rubbed my stomach, tender and lingering. Her touch soothed me.

  Then Lara leaned over and pressed her mouth against mine. Her lips were soft, slightly rough on the bottom where her lower lip had cracked. I caught the smell of wine and lipstick again and beneath it, the heady scent of Lara’s own body. Then her warm tongue snaked past the barrier of my teeth and once more into my mouth. Her touch caressed me in the same way her voice had and made my body twist and writhe.

  Pleasure made me giddy. I moaned as a tingle grew in my toes and crept up through my body an inch at a time.

  My hands flapped awkwardly until Lara took them and placed them on her back. I rested my fingers on her shoulder blades.

  ‘Relax.’

  Perhaps she saw the struggle in my face because she rolled her eyes and sat up, straddling my hips. She arched her back and straightened her shoulders to show off her beautiful breasts.

  My mind swam with the desire to touch, kiss, bite, suck. Anything I could do to bring my skin into contact with hers.

  ‘Touch me,’ she begged.

  I craned forward far enough to kiss one tempting nipple. That single taste eclipsed the rest of my worries and I sucked more of her breast into my mouth.

  Lara gasped. She pressed her hips against me. ‘Good,’ she hissed. ‘Again.’

  I obeyed, the other nipple this time, following up with a gentle bite. I rolled that hard nipple between my teeth and felt Lara’s thighs tremble. Then my head flopped back.

  She clambered over my body and braced her hands on either side of my head, expression taut with lust.

  The need in her face rubbed my senses raw until the slightest sound or touch was enough to set me alight.

  Again her hands cupped my breasts, repeating that flicking, thumbing motion which made me squirm.

  My hands dropped to the bed and tangled in the sheets.

  Lara’s lips touched my chin, my neck, my shoulders, finally travelling down until the heat of her breath billowed over my left nipple. The little nub of flesh rose immediately to meet her and she sucked it into her mouth. With a gentle, kneading motion, her right hand continued to massage the other breast. Her left hand drifted down.

  I felt it whisper over my ribs, my stomach. It paused briefly to tickle the indent of my belly button and moved on to the base of my abdomen. Then the hand stopped, fingertips resting lightly on my skin.

  ‘Close your eyes.’

  I shut my eyes after a few moments’ hesitation and bit my lip when I felt both of her hands leave my body. When they returned, it was to grip my feet and push; bending my legs at the knee until my feet lay flat on the bed well over a metre apart.

  Being so thoroughly exposed brought a flood of heat to my face. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Lara kneeling between my legs; head down, lips parted, eyes hungry.

  ‘Lara?’

  She kissed my knees and shins. ‘Do you trust me?’

  ‘I suppose so.’

  ‘I guess I’ll just have to take that, if it’s the best you can give me.’

  I giggled. My stiff legs relaxed. ‘I do trust you.’

  ‘I’ll stop any time you want. But if you let me start . . . you won’t want me to.’

  ‘I don’t want you to stop.’

  ‘Then stop interrupting!’ She chuckled and caught her balance on my knees. Her hair tickled my thighs as she leaned further forward.

  This time I could feel the heat of her breath, rhythmically puffing against the wet, central spot already sensitised almost beyond endurance. Cool air met my sweaty flesh, and I fought the urge to grind my legs together. The jumble of opposites made me wetter than ever, and I felt the evidence of my passion slide down my shaved skin and drip onto the sheets.

  ‘Lara?’

  The first flicker of her tongue made me buck my hips and forget whatever I’d intended to say. My yelp trailed off into a soft, keening moan when she started a languid stroking motion, so slow it was ecstatic torture.

  My fingers clamped down on my hair. More sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my face to gather in the corner of my mouth like a tear. When I parted my lips to groan again, it slipped into my mouth and vanished on my tongue in a tiny burst of salt.

  My toes became numb.

  Between my legs, Lara made soft, happy noises and gently massaged my thighs. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I could just see the top of her head, bobbing up and down in time with her lapping tongue.

  The warmth, the tingling, the incredible pressure swelled and oozed through me like ink on blotting paper. Fingers of electric pleasure brought tears to my eyes.

  When Lara’s first finger slipped inside me, my hips rocked up and forwards, slamming against her face, grinding my pubis against her mouth.

  She nibbled me with her front teeth.

  ‘Lara!’

  Another finger joined the first and my back arched off the bed.

  Ecstasy built like a rockslide, gathering more and more power as it passed. The sensations built into an avalanche, threatening to flatten all rational thought as it ploughed over me and buried me in bliss.

  Lara’s tongue lapped at the very heart of me and worked a magic that guided me to the edge and hurled me into space where stars danced gold and bright behind my closed eyelids.

  I shouted – one wordless exclamation as something buried deep inside boiled up and spilled over in a welcomed and much-needed release. It saturated my bones, broke a fresh sweat on my skin and made my legs shudder like runaway prisoners caught on an electric fence.

  Lara moved with my writhing motions, gripping my thighs and pressing down to hold me steady. She continued to lick me, suck me and nibble me, not noticing, or maybe not caring that I could scarcely breathe.

  Another yelp escaped me; shrill and frantic.

  I jerked free and snapped my legs together. ‘Stop, stop, please!’

  ‘Did I hurt you?’ She stared at me over the bumps of my knees. Her mouth glistened. Her eyes narrowed with worry.

  I laughed. My hips dropped down to rest against the mattress for the first time in half an hour. ‘Are you kidding? I can’t breathe.’ I hid my face.

  ‘Please.’ Lara snorted. ‘Don’t try to make me believe you’ve not had an orgasm before. What about that massager you got for your last birthday?’

  I forced myself upright. ‘Never like that. I’ve had toys and Malcolm was good for s
omething, but that was new.’ I made my voice low, catching Lara’s gaze and holding it.

  She cocked an eyebrow at me.

  ‘Honest. Never like that.’

  ‘Because I’m a girl?’

  ‘Partly. Or maybe it was just that good.’

  I laughed at her sceptical look and gathered her into my arms. Lying on the bed, smiling into the half-darkness, I combed my fingers through that long, red hair. ‘And it might be new, but you’ve given me lots of ideas on how to return the favour.’

  The ravenous look in Lara’s eyes was the best gift of the night so far.

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  Excerpt

  ‘What? You don’t want to be disrespectful to your friend, but as host she sets the boundaries, yes?’ Lin glanced at the ceiling. She smiled. ‘If she can have sex upstairs and her brother can watch porn all night, why can’t we do what we came to do?’

  ‘Doesn’t it feel icky to you?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘We don’t even have a bed.’

  Lin shrugged. ‘Beds are personal. Even our homes are too personal for what we’re planning. Neutral space is good. Less conflict, yes?’

  ‘She has a point, love.’

  Carol opened her mouth. Closed it. By the time she looked out from beneath her hands, Lin had moved close enough to touch. She quickly put her hands in her lap, trying, without success, to close her senses to that faint scent of vanilla and jasmine.

  ‘Carol, I’ve never done this either. But Fetlife is for trying new things. I want to try. Or else I wouldn’t have met with you.’