Two Days

Chapter 1-4

Lindsay sat up suddenly and shrugged the shirt down her back as she met her mouth in a passionate kiss and somewhere in the middle of the kiss, she tossed the shirt onto the floor and swinging her legs outwards, knelt on the bed. Melina’s blouse was halfway down her back and Lindsay worked it free and tossed it to one side. They broke free for a moment and Melina’s mouth descended on her shoulders in a series of soft biting kisses as she undid Lindsay’s bra. The undergarment fell away and Melina took her breasts and began massaging them, her thumbs slid under them to where the wire had left an imprint and Lindsay groaned with pleasure as she undid the button on Melina’s skirt and unzipped it.

Her hands slipped down the back of the skirt as Melina’s kissing and biting became more intensely erotic. Would this never end? She brought her hands around to the front of the skirt and slowly, delicately, slid a finger down her panties, feeling the familiar form of her lips and Melina stopped kissing her and dropped her hands to her jeans.

The belt came undone and Lindsay looked down in mild amusement as Melina undid the button and unzipped her jeans. One hand slid down the back of her jeans, the other down the front and her eyes widened in pleasure as a digit slid between her moist lips and then pushed slowly against the panties to her opening. The other hand found her perineum and tickled it as Melina kissed her slowly, a tongue slid into her mouth and found her tongue.

By the time they parted, Lindsay knew she was well past the point of no return and sensing it, Melina smiled as she rubbed her genitals slowly.

“Your first time should be special. Would you like a toy or would you like to go au naturale?”

“Au naturale?”

“Fingers and tongue,” Melina slipped her hand down behind Lindsay’s panties to her moist, plump lips and smiled, “the English word is cunnilingus.”

“Au naturale it is,” Lindsay reciprocated, sliding a finger behind her panties, “and c*********s is my favourite word.”

Melina’s lips felt thinner than hers but she was also wet and she slid her index finger between her lips and then found her opening and it slipped inside, causing Melina to spread her legs and a minute or two later, Lindsay withdrew and moving back, pulled her jeans down to her knees and sat back to remove them. Melina removed her skirt and unclipped her bra.

She positioned herself between Lindsay’s legs and pushed her onto her back.

“Let me take you to heaven,” she licked her navel.

Her silky hair enveloped Lindsay’s belly and hips as she kissed her way down to her genitals and then around them to her inner thighs. Lindsay put her hands through her hair and stroked her scalp as Melina began moving upwards. A tongue lapped against her lips, softly at first and then harder. Lindsay pushed against her and Melina teased her opening by inserting a single digit several times and finishing with a full insertion that made Lindsay moan. She withdrew and repeated the single digit insertion a few more times followed by two full insertions and continued the rhythm all the way down to several full insertions as her tongue bathed her lips and circled her c******l hood until finally the delicate organ slipped out to meet her flickering tongue.

Lindsay’s sighs became deeper, she longed for wider penetration and Melina obliged with the same technique she’d just used. Lindsay skated closer and closer to the edge until finally she let go with a series of spasms. Her passage tightened around Melina’s fingers as she floated away, becoming a single blot on a piece of paper. Salty tears ran down her cheeks as she finally came back down to earth and found Melina licking her fingers.

“It felt good, ja?”

“f**k me,” she sat up suddenly and looked down at her legs, “f*****g Jesus I never had that happen before.”

“I think it was an orgasm but some women fake it.”

“It wasn’t faked,” she kissed her cheek, “trust me, I thought I was coming apart at the seams.”

“So I was better than the dyke on the bike?”

“I think so,” she stroked her body, “so, au naturale, mon cherie.”

“If you want to use the toy,” Melina glanced over her shoulder.

“Let me see,” Lindsay pushed her onto her back and peeled off her panties. She studied the moist lips and a crooked smile nudged her lips.

“It’s okay, love, I have one just like it between my legs. I think I can manage this one.”

Melina’s eyes closed as Lindsay went down on her. It was a slow, methodical process but she knew instinctively how to treat her genitals and indeed it was actually a turn on to see her reactions when Lindsay slid two and then three fingers inside. In and out, in and out while her tongue slid over her lips to the c******l hood. Melina’s sighs became deeper and then she started speaking German as she started squirming beneath her. That only excited Lindsay even more.

“Keep speaking German,” she panted and pushed harder, bending her hand slightly and dragging it down her passage. Melina obliged and while Lindsay had no idea what she was saying she knew instinctively when the other woman climaxed because two hands clamped onto her head and held her there as she moved back and forth. A tiny spurt of fluid spurted from her urethra and dripped down Lindsay’s cheek and when she finally withdrew and some dripped into her mouth.

“Sorry,” Melina stroked Lindsay’s thighs, “sometimes I squirt, but not always.”

“Is that a good sign or a bad one?”

“Oh it is good, when I am really into it,” she wrapped her legs around Lindsay’s hips and sat up. The two women stroked each other’s bodies and shared a slow, passionate kiss before parting again. Melina stroked her front and grinned.

“You want the toy?”

“Uh huh,” Lindsay bit her bottom lip as she smiled.

It was a night unlike any she’d experienced. Their next session led to another session and finally a shower before both women fell into bed and lay in each other’s arms gently stroking each other.

“I missed my train,” Lindsay slid her hand over Lindsay’s satin nightie.

“I can arrange a car.”

“Why don’t we sleep on it?” Lindsay asked, “unless it’s against the rules.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” Melina rolled onto her side and looked at Lindsay’s phone, “I have a universal charger if you want to charge your phone.”

“Probably a good idea,” Lindsay sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

There was a single message from Jason and she burst out laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s from Jason,” she leaned back and lay her head on Melina’s belly, “hi babe, hope you had a good night, love Jason and two kisses,” she smiled.

“Jason is your boyfriend?”

“Oh let’s just say he’s a Clayton’s boyfriend,” she rolled onto her side and contemplated her.

“A Clayton’s what?” Melina’s eyes widened.

“It’s one of our older sayings, a Clayton’s is a substitute for the real thing. My job at the agency is a Clayton’s job because it’s not like I have an actual employment contract, a Clayton’s boyfriend is the boyfriend you have when you haven’t got a boyfriend. It came from an old advertising campaign for flavoured tonic water, Clayton’s the drink you have when you’re not having a drink. I don’t know anyone who’s had Clayton’s but the line kind of appealed to Aussies.”

“Ah,” she smiled, “so, he is not your real boyfriend?”

“Nope, a more modern term is f**k buddy,” she stroked her face, “although I don’t know what to call you just yet.”

“Let us sleep on it,” Melina reached for the phone, “in the morning you will know more.”

“Breakfast in bed?”

“Followed by dessert,” Melina squeezed her breast.

The two women fell asleep not long after, side by side with Melina at her back and one hand pressed firmly against Lindsay’s breast and a load shifted from Lindsay’s shoulders as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.