was elusive. She lifted her head to find Lucy smiling down at her.
‘Where did you learn to do that?’
‘I never have – I have never been with a woman before.’ She pushed her tongue back into Lucy’s vagina, ran it playfully around her swollen labia before teasing her clitoris on the way up to shower her breasts with kisses. They locked into an embrace.
‘I made you come though’ she whispered in Lucy’s ear. It was a statement made with pride and no guilt. She had at last come to terms with her sexuality.
‘Did you?’
‘What?’
‘Come?’
She was unprepared for the directness of the question.
‘Well – sort of.’
Lucy looked at her sharply. ‘What do you mean, sort of?’
‘Well, what I mean is, I’ve never really had an orgasm. Or, at least I don’t think I have. I’ve had a pleasant sort of feeling from time to time but it never led to anything.’
Lucy pushed Julie over onto her back. She was quite rough. She seemed angry.
‘What’s wrong Lucy? What have I done?’
‘It’s more what you haven’t done Julie. You have been repressing, not only your true feelings but also the needs of your body. Look up at the mirror. What do you see?’
‘You and me?’ She was a confused little girl again. A few minutes before everything seemed so right, now she was feeling awkward and guilty.
‘Forget me,’ snapped Lucy. ‘Look at yourself. Now, what do you see?’
‘A naked middle aged woman?’
‘Wrong! A beautiful mature woman. Touch your breasts. Go on, fondle them.’ Julie hesitated, then moved one hand, slowly followed by the other to reluctantly cup her breasts.
‘Don’t cover them; show them to the mirror. You should be proud of your body, it’s beautiful and in excellent shape. Now, raise your knees and open your legs.’ Julie did as she was told. ‘Now what do you see?’
‘My vagina.’
‘Your cunt, Julie. That is your cunt. It’s a fantastic instrument of pleasure and to get the most out of it, you must love yourself.’
‘You mean masturbate?’
‘But of course, it’s only by exploring yourself that you can determine your own areas of erotic pleasure and once you know precisely where they are, you can direct others to them. Come on, let me help you.’ She took Julie’s hand and guided it down between her thighs. As soon as it touched her sex, Julie instinctively pulled her hand away. Lucy laughed, but not unkindly. ‘You’re a hopeless case Julie, you touched me beautifully but you won’t touch yourself.’
‘I have never liked that sort of thing. ’
‘You mean you were taught to think of it as dirty.’ Lucy sighed. ‘We’re not going to overcome that sort of prejudice in one afternoon. I had better find the best spots for you.’ Her hand slid down over Julie’s stomach and her fingers caressed the softness of her pubic mound. Julie closed her eyes felt soft wet kisses like summer rain drops on her eyelids and nose. Then, as Lucy’s tongue went in her ear, she felt a finger slide down and inserted itself into her wetness, and gasped with pleasure as the finger explored deep inside. Lucy kissed her neck and whispered.
‘Open your eyes Julie. Open them and watch yourself being loved.’
She opened her eyes to see Lucy’s head slowly moving down her body. It lingered on her breasts and she felt her nipples being kissed and gently rolled between sharp teeth. She squirmed to every kiss, every touch and when she heard Lucy say she was going to find her clit, her voice seemed far away and she thought she must be dreaming. Her soft kisses rained down over her belly and she felt her tongue join the insistent finger, before slowly travelled upwards again, probing and licking until she found what she was looking for and locked onto it with her lips. Julie let out an involuntary squeal, followed by a groan of pure pleasure as the finger found a particular spot inside. Now Lucy was licking and moving her finger in time with the tingling pulsation which was running through her vagina. No, her cunt! It was her cunt which she had despised for so long which was giving her such wonderful, indescribable pleasure. She knew she was shouting and screaming, but the exquisite feeling was too much for her to care. In the ceiling mirror she watched herself writhe uncontrollably, at one moment with hands outstretched, fingers tangled, clawing at the bedcover, the next with both hands tugging franticly at her erect nipples. At the point of orgasm her hips lifted involuntarily off the bed. She wanted to wrap her legs around Lucy’s neck, but couldn’t because they straightened and stiffened at the moment of release. Jerking uncontrollably, she shouted Lucy’s name over and over again. She wanted all of Hamsworth to know she was a lesbian and Lucy was her lover.
Lucy carried on kissing and sucking. Julie gasped with pleasure. Surely it couldn’t happen again? Not so soon? Then she felt a shower of kisses on stomach, navel and breasts before their lips locked together once more. Lucy was breathing heavily and as she pulled away from a deep kiss, Julie saw again that frightened, desperate look in Lucy’s deep brown eyes.
‘I need to come too Julie. I must – I must come.’
She lay on top of Julie and pressed her sex against hers. Then, entwined, clitoris to clitoris, they scissored against each other, until they reached a glorious mutual climax. As the first had taken all those years, Julie found it hard to believe she could achieve another so quickly.
Julie had cleaned the Jacuzzi more times than she could possibly remember, but it had never occurred to her that one day she would use it. She lay back in the hot foaming water as the jets gently massaged her body.
‘How is it?’
‘Perfect.’ Lucy walked across the bathroom floor towards her with nothing on, unless you could count a linen napkin draped over her left arm as some sort of a garment. Two champagne flutes dangled from the fingers of her left hand and she held an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne in the other. She gracefully mounted the carpeted steps and posed legs astride to look down at Julie.
‘What do you think of this?’
Julie looked up into her vagina which still glistened from their love making. ‘It looks wonderfully tempting.’
Lucy laughed. ‘And how about the champagne?’
‘I’d like some of that too please.’
Lucy sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with her legs dangling in the hot water as she popped the cork. Julie cheered; she was deliriously happy and so for that matter was Lucy. All this was totally unexpected. Or was it? Perhaps it had been coming on for some time and she had failed to admit to her own feelings. When she went to the kitchen for the champagne she decided not to spoil the moment by telling Julie that Pro-Clean had been sold that could wait until tomorrow. A regular client had called so she would have to make sure Julie left before seven. She slid down into the foaming water opposite Julie and passed over a flute of champagne; they touched glasses. ‘Good health Julie, here’s to your first orgasm, may you have millions more.’
‘I’m not sure I could stand millions, the first one was almost more than I could bear and then to have another so quickly, well that was absolutely fantastic.’
‘Better make up for lost time then.’ Lucy placed her foot between Julie’s thighs and wriggled her toes. Julie giggled. ‘Get your toes out of my cunt.’
Lucy laughed and raised her glass. ‘That’s my girl. Live with me for a few months and we’ll get rid of all your inhibitions.’
CHAPTER TWELVE.
‘Thank you for the orders.’
Debbie shook hands with Davina Maypole as the taxi drew up outside Number 27 Back Street. Davina, looking
