Jos looked at Evelyn lying in her bed and her heart soared. True, she had urgent desires located rather a long way south of her heart, but Evelyn seemed to touch her soul as well as arousing her body. This was something different, special, and she would take her time to savour it.
She was enjoying seeing Evelyn’s confidence growing. Where she’d expected shy awkwardness, she was finding Evelyn more relaxed and spontaneous. Now she stretched out on the bed like an artist’s model, arms above her head, one knee bent. Jos could do nothing but gaze.
She began with a contemplation of Evelyn’s face. She was smiling and relaxed, but not without an expression of wanting in her eyes, as she looked back at Jos. Jos smiled a reassurance. “I want to look at you, Evie.” Evelyn’s face showed the positive effect of this statement, as she resigned herself to Jos’s attention.
Jos ran her eyes along Evelyn’s long, slender arms to her graceful fingers and back over the pink skin to her delicately rounded breasts, their nipples darker pink than she anticipated. Her eye was drawn by the growth of chestnut hair beneath Evelyn’s arms. Most of the women she’d been with in recent years had adopted the ridiclous trend of shaving that hair away, claiming it made them more feminine in their modern sleeveless dresses. Jos had very little time for fashion and certainly did not understand a trend that made women alter their natural state so dramatically. Hair in the underarm was a sign of a grown woman, and Jos loved the way a woman’s natural scent caught in that hair and lingered tantalisingly. Lightly, she ran her fingers over the inside of Evelyn’s arm, following the soft skin from the crook of her elbow all the way to those soft hairs, where her touch made Evelyn giggle slightly. Jos smiled and turned her touch into a full caress of Evelyn’s breasts, making Evelyn breathe harder and arch her back again, as if craving more contact.
Now her gaze and hands slid lower, over Evelyn’s flat stomach, around the curve of her hips and down towards her legs. Once more, she encountered downy hair where most modern women had unforgiving stubble from the razor. She caressed Evelyn’s skin as far as her deliciately shaped toes, and then followed a path that went along the insides of Evelyn’s thighs. Since Evelyn had naturally lain down with one leg bent, she was already partially exposed to Jos’s hungry eyes. She let her fingers slide all the way to the top of Evelyn’s thigh, until she could feel the damp heat so close to her skin.
Evelyn’s breathing had changed now. Jos read a mixture of arousal and anxiety in her expression. She wanted Evelyn to feel safe with her. “Evie, can I see you? Can I touch you? I want it more than anything.”
“What do I have to do?” Evelyn asked, her voice hoarse.
Jos cursed a world in which it was thought a good idea to keep a woman in ignorance of the pleasures her body could offer to her. Evelyn sounded so nervous. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. Just breathe, and feel, and let me show you…” She ran her hand over Evelyn’s inner thigh again, this time applying just enough pressure to guide Evelyn’s legs apart, to allow her gaze to fall entirely on her sex, with its curls of chestnut hair, already moist. Jos caught Evelyn’s scent and it was like a drug to her. She slid her fingers slowly into that soft hair, seeking the silky wetness slowly, exploring Evelyn and letting Evelyn feel every sensation.
Jos knew women’s bodies. She knew where to touch Evelyn to create the greatest pleasure. But for some time she held off, teasing and caressing. She did not want to deny the pleasure—she wanted to prolong it for both of them. Evelyn began to move her hips against every slight touch, letting Jos know she needed more, even without being fully aware of it herself. Jos moved her gentle touch to the spot she knew would send pleasure through the whole of Evelyn’s body. All she wanted to do was pleasure her, show her the secrets of her body. She could feel her own body’s response to Evelyn in the wetness on her thighs. But her need could wait, for now she wanted to focus on Evelyn and nothing more.
She could resist no longer, so she removed her massaging fingers and replaced them with lips and tongue. Evelyn’s taste was perfection. Jos wanted to lose herself in her scent. Not all women tasted so good, but Evelyn she wanted to devour.
When Evelyn realised what was happened, she raised her head, clearly surprised to see Jos’s head between her thighs, to feel the intensity of the new sensation. But she simply sighed in pleasure and relaxed. Evelyn’s acceptance of the pleasure Jos wanted to give her encouraged Jos all the more.
Evelyn looked down the length of her body to where she could see the crown of Jos’s head, her black hair blending with the chestnut hair of her own body. It was so awfully indecent to allow this to happen, she thought, with no inclination to act on the musing. Waves of sensation rippled through her, each more intense than the first, waves that did not quite break, rather building up a sense of anticipation, building, building. Jos’s mouth and fingers teased and caressed and massaged. She could feel Jos’s breath on her, Jos’s shoulder against the inside of her thigh. She reached down and touched Jos’s head, stroked her soft hair. This was Jos, who she had thought she could desire, a woman who loved woman, and her mouth was making Evelyn soar to places she’d never known she could reach.
The waves were more frequent now, changing
