“Are you sure she doesn't know already? Those little nipples of hers looked pretty hot and sexy to me! Those girls colleges sometimes teach a lot more than is shown on the curriculum — not from the teachers, but the pupils themselves, exchanging the little bits of information they pick up!”
“You may well be right. On the other hand,” and I told her about Jane pointing out the smear on her thigh, “do you think she would have mentioned it at all if she knew what it actually was?”
“Perhaps-for a reason.”
“That reason being?”
“The reason being-and you'd better face up to this possibility, Rita-if she wanted you!”
“Y-you mean sexually?”
“I do. Have you ever stopped to consider that she might take after you-having the same desires you have? And I mean for another woman!”
“What am I going to do about it?”
“As I said before-let it ride this time and do nothing; wait until her next holidays and see what she's like. If she doesn't know then, maybe she'll have realised what it's all about by then.”
I finished washing and Stella handed me her towel. Before dressing, neither of us could resist a passionate clinch. We drew apart, we both of us eyed the bed wistfully. She patted my behind.
“Come on, my sweet, let's get dressed-Jane will probably have the breakfast ready all on her own by now. Besides, we have so many things to do, it will be bed-time again before you know it, and I might-only might, mind- have a little surprise for you.”
“A surprise, eh? Now what could that be?”
“Just what I said it would be a surprise!”
Later that morning, we drove right up to Bridlington itself, where Jane and I bought one or two little holiday souvenirs for Phil. We drank coffee at Jane's instigation — at a coffee bar where she was able to listen to some of her beloved pop records, played on a jukebox.
When we were able to drag her out, we started to have a look round the shops.
“Tell you what,” I suggested, “I'll stand lunch if we have it fairly soon, it will give us time to have a better browse round the shops and still be able to get back for a swim and catch the sun before it goes in.”
“Lovely idea, mummy, and perhaps we'd have time to have another coffee in that bar, too, before we go back.”
“Oh dear!” Stella looked at her watch. “Look-I'm terribly sorry, you two, but I've just remembered something. I'm expecting some mail this week-end and I gave the address as care of the village post office: now the village post office is also a sort of general store, and, if my memory serves me correctly, their early-closing day is Saturday. I'm afraid if we don't start back now, they'll be closed.” Then she looked at Jane's crestfallen expression and smiled.
“No-it wouldn't be fair; it's Jane's holiday and I know she was looking forward to hearing some more pops. You stay with her, Rita, and I'll drive back home, then come and pick you up later this afternoon.”
“No, that wouldn't be fair, either, Stella.” I objected. “It's quite a long, drive to make you do an extra two trips. We'll come back with you.”
“If I might make a suggestion-couldn't you both go back and leave me to wander round on my own?” I could tell by Jane's face she had made up her mind to stay one way or the other. “There must be a bus, surely.”
“As a matter of fact, there is; I think they run every hour-they stop within a few hundred yards of the bungalow. If you think she'll be all right on her own, Rita.”
“Of course I will-I go back to school on my own and that's over a hundred miles from home.”
“I think she'll be all right, Stella. How much money have you, Jane?”
“Oh, about ten bob.”
“Well,” I fished in my bag. “Here's another pound- have a good lunch if you're going to wander round for a while.”
“Gosh! — thanks, mummy!”
“And here's another one-in case something catches your eye in one of the shops.” Stella handed over another pound note.
“Wow! Nearly three pounds-thank you both,” an arm was thrown about our necks and a kiss planted exuberantly on both our mouths.
After Stella had recommended a restaurant and shown her. he way to the bus station and I had given the usual motherly admonitions, we drove back to the village.
This time, I sat in front, having, up till then, allowed Jane the privilege. Stella was a good, and fairly fast, driver, concentrating the whole time on what she was doing. I watched the countryside roll by for a while, getting occasional glimpses of the sea, then sat back and studied the woman who had turned me upside down sexwise-in the last couple of months.
She was lovely-almost beautiful-with nothing whatever masculine about her; in fact, she was one of the most feminine women I knew. I watched the movements of her ripe body as she drove, knowing intimately the contours suggested under the summer dress, how those two bulges at her chest looked and felt when uncovered.
Her hand dropped to shift the gear lever and I followed it with my eyes, then remained to watch the slight movements of the full-calved legs, the rounded, nyloned knees and plump, shapely thighs, her skirt rucked halfway up them. I followed the line of her thighs up along the broad swell of her hips back to her breasts again.
“Gorgeous!” I murmured. “Jane was quite right.”
“Hm-did you say something, darling?”
“Talking to myself-about you.”
“You said something about Jane, though.”
“I asked her how she liked you in your bikini. She said we both looked gorgeous and that you had a lovely big bottom and 'fab' titties. I was agreeing with her.”
“Thank you! I take it you've been sitting there studying me-thought you were quiet. I say-you don't think she might have designs on me as well, do you?”
“I really don't know what to think with Jane this summer.”
“Here we are.” Stella drove through the village and pulled up at the post office. “Won't be a minute.”
I watched her round, swaying bottom and long, shapely legs as she disappeared into the shop. It was very little longer than the stated minute, before she emerged, carrying a small parcel and a yellow telegram envelope.
“She made it-I was hoping she would this side of Sunday,” said Stella, as she got back behind the wheel and put the parcel on the back seat, the envelope in her bag.
“Who made what?”
“Rose made it.”
“Oh, I see — that's a wire from Paris to say she arrived OK, is it?”
“Er-something like that.” She started the car and we drove back to the bungalow.
We went inside and she took the parcel into the bedroom.
“Well, as we're back so early, we can have some lunch and do a spot of sun-bathing while it digests; we'll still have plenty of time for a swim afterwards. By the way, I enquired about the buses from Bridlington at the post office-they pass through the village first-and they're ten minutes after every hour. I should think we could allow Jane, say, three hours in Bridlington?”
“Quite that, I should say-with a coffee bar around!”
“With travelling time-say, about four hours.” She glanced at her watch. “Half-past one, so she should be back around five-thirty. Right-let's eat!”
We ate, undressed and made coffee-in that order. I was feeling pretty sexed up by that time, after watching those curves of hers in a tight summer dress, low in the neck and high in the hem. Then there were those tantalising glimpses of her thighs beneath the rucked skirt as she drove. Apparently, she had been eyeing me in the same way.
The coffee took some time to make and even longer to drink, with the pair of us playing a kind of un-draped tag game round the kitchen and the main room.
We wound up wrestling on the big, over-stuffed couch; with our naked bodies in direct and intimate contact,
