Rachel fairly skipped up Susan’s short drive for the second time. The air was already shimmering with heat and the dry rushing of the wind in the palm trees easily dominated the sounds of the lazy Woodland Hills suburb, like reality was overlaid with a strange and blurred waking dream. Rachel’s world too, had a long-awaited extra dimension, and she was eager, almost desperate, to share it. As to the form of the sharing: she knew now that the journey was to be savoured; but that had not stopped her imagination, this morning in the early hours after waking; nor her fingers.
She rapped on the screen door-frame, her heart pattering. She felt giddy with a cocktail of emotions: some residual shy anxiety, overwhelmed with a heady mix of recent ecstasy and eager anticipation. She remembered how the beautiful Susan had greeted her here, only half a day ago, in a bathrobe.
She smiled to herself. It seemed so long ago, a memory from childhood. How innocent she had been, looking for a friend in this city of strangers; someone to talk to, but to keep at arm’s length, where the rules were simple and understood. But with only a flick of her fingers Susan had torn down that wall of preconception as though it were paper.
As she waited, Rachel looked down at herself. Dressing this morning had been an ordeal. She had wanted to revel in the new perspective she had found in her own body; and perhaps for the first genuine time, to show it off. But her wardrobe only seemed to offer the usual quirky naivety. Only when she properly registered the blazing of the sun through the room’s net curtains did she arrive at the simplest of solutions: less is more. Bra, tight faded red T-shirt, khaki hot pants; full stop. And the first time she had done up her fly and button, she had shortly afterwards had to undo them, to fully enjoy the striking and confident final effect.
She laughed to herself. What strange invisible barriers there had been, before, and how fragile when revealed. The lights had been turned on, and her self-discovery, once begun, had been like a landslide. Last night she had taken herself somewhere she had not known existed. While she had trodden the same path twice more this morning, she had deliberately stopped short of the destination. Why, she was not sure, but there was something magical in just enjoying the road. And perhaps she wanted to leave something for later; like a gift perhaps, for the one who had lit the spark.
Through her pleasant reverie and anticipation, Rachel gradually became aware that Susan was not answering the door. She rapped again, then half-knelt on the whitewashed bench to one side to peer in the window above it. She could see nothing through the partially closed blinds and the leaves of an eggplant beyond. Feeling suddenly on a tipping point of bitter disappointment, she glanced back down the drive to the street. The cab was long gone.
‘What,’ she said out loud, in frustration; in her mind she completed, ‘should I do now?’ She banged on the door-frame a final time for good measure, then turned and stepped down from the porch. Maybe Susan had nipped to the shops; maybe she should just wait. Clinging to that thread made her feel better, and she meandered onto the drive, kicking at a loose stone with her flip-flop.
When she happened to turn again, idly swinging her handbag, she noticed that the double gate across the narrow drive to the side of the house was open wide. This seemed to corroborate her theory, but also offered a cheeky possibility: to explore; and she had no hesitation in following it up. The drive terminated at a shut garage beyond the far end of the house, and she was drawn to the gap in between. Hesitantly, she approached it, close to the wall, and then peered around the corner.
There she was, a sun-shining goddess, absolutely naked, balanced on the tips of her toes with her hands reaching up to the sky. Rachel shook with a paroxysm of awe, and time seemed to stop; long enough for her mind to be imprinted with an image of beautiful lifted face, perfect, toned torso, and endless legs.
Then one tiny step forward, muscles bunched and released, and Susan arced over and slipped into the water with barely a splash. Her body was lost to dancing reflection, and it was a long breathless moment before her head bobbed back into view at the nearer end of the pool, followed by her shoulders and the tantalising rise of her breasts. She smoothed her hair back out of her face and cleared her eyes of water with two fingers, the musculature of her arms and shoulders so intricate and dynamic; and lolled back again into a lazy backstroke.
Rachel was stunned, consumed with desire. No longer did any part of her resist, but an acute awareness of her own awkwardness kept her standing there, suddenly breathing hard. She wanted Susan to come out of the water again, to show her incredible body in the sunlight; but she stayed in, doing lengths of the pool. As time passed the unmet craving grew, until it was like a passion itself. The glimpses of skin, the sculpted face with its black painted-on hair, the grace with which she moved; Rachel found herself holding onto a delicious aching once again.
Eventually Susan stopped at the nearer end of the pool, looked over and smiled as though she had known Rachel was there all along. ‘I’m flattered,’ she said, her voice rich and accepting. She glanced down fractionally. ‘Maybe we can work on that together.’
With an abashed start Rachel realised that her own right hand had strayed to the crotch of her hot-pants. She smiled in return and stood forward past the corner of the house, pausing shyly to pose for appreciation, with her left hand high on the wall and her hip cocked. She was not disappointed, for Susan suddenly stood on the shallow floor of the pool, her lithe torso shimmering into the sunlight.
‘Wow, girl,’ she exclaimed. ‘Love that look!’
Encouraged, Rachel sashayed forward, head down, gazing at Susan through her lashes, revelling in her own arousal. The effect was rather spoiled half-way to the pool when she lost focus and giggled out loud. Her concentration had been overwhelmed with joy: here she was, acting sexy, and there was someone sexy there, delighting in it. She had never imagined this could be her.
With a little whoop of delight she slipped her feet from her flip-flops, dropped her handbag and pattered forward, not stopping when she reached the pool. Almost over Susan’s head she jumped, twisting crazily, and splashed joyously into the water.
Before she had even righted herself, strong arms found her and drew her into a fierce embrace. Then Susan’s lips were there, burning under the cool water. For a moment they tumbled, bodies clamped together, legs flailing; and Rachel felt Susan’s thigh press into her crotch. She moaned bubbles and thrust her hips forward, feeling firm muscle through her hot pants.
Shortly, reflex intervened and she squirmed for the surface. Susan’s arms guided her gently until they were standing, crouching slightly, on the bottom of the pool, legs lightly interlocked. They looked at each other, breathing quickly, savouring the moment. Rachel succumbed first and lifted her hand to the back of Susan’s neck to draw her head forward. But Susan placed her finger on Rachel’s lips.
‘Uh-uh’ she laughed. ‘I want to see more of what you’ve learned.’
At first Rachel did not understand. Susan was drawing her backwards, further into the shallow end of the pool. Rachel went limp, enjoying the feel of Susan’s hands at her sides, her legs and abdomen occasionally bumping and rubbing against her. She closed her eyes against the glare of the sun, soaking up an amazing and exquisite reality.
She felt her backside touch down onto smooth tile, and opened her eyes to see that Susan had parked her on the bottom-most of the steps into the pool. Susan was giving her a sultry, sly look as she turned her body away, and then nestled back, her arms floating aside, her head lolling.
At first Rachel could only stare at Susan’s long neck stretched out under her eyes, overwhelmed with trembling passion. She had an inkling now what Susan had meant; but she hesitated, too awed to start. It seemed that Susan was in no hurry though, and floated there, eyes closed, her breathing soft beside Rachel’s ear.
‘Touch my neck,’ she prompted softly, as though she could see herself from Rachel’s point of view, while with her left hand she located Rachel’s and drew it around her waist, so that her bottom pressed into Rachel’s stomach. Rachel felt her own breath almost gasping, felt her mouth drying. How could she do this, how could she pleasure this goddess? It seemed sacrilegious.
Again, Susan seemed to know her mind. ‘Pretend I’m you,’ she breathed. ‘Pretend I’m your reflection.’
Rachel gasped at her prescience. How did she know? And the words seemed to make the image real, to merge their bodies, two views of the same whole. Without thought, the fingers of her right hand had tucked under Susan’s arm and found her neck, there to be quickly joined by her mouth and tongue. Susan’s body shivered.
With delicate care, Rachel’s fingers traced onto Susan’s shoulder, up and over the muscle there, and outward onto her arm. Susan’s skin was different to her own, with less give, more revealing of what was underneath; but oh! she could feel her own touch, as though it were replayed by another behind her, fingers slipping over wet skin, lips brushing. They both sighed slightly, perfectly in tune, as Rachel’s hand reversed direction, tucking under, to follow the taut line of Susan’s pectoral.
A part of Rachel wanted to pause, to savour that moment, but there was more power in her desire. Her palm cupped one breast, small, perfect; then moved to the other, as though undecided. Susan snickered a little and turned her head to peck her on the cheek. ‘You wait till I get hold of yours,’ she whispered. Rachel felt her cheeks suddenly warm with a new feeling; over the lust that totally defined her, there was something else there too, something deeper. Fascinated, she let it hang in her consciousness for a moment; but the softness in her fingers, and the nub in her palm, were clamouring for her attention.
She closed her eyes and let touch become everything: fingers and forearm on breasts, hand on stomach, lips on cheek, and the light warm press of Susan’s naked body against her. She moaned quietly. She wanted everything: to explore, to hold, to feel; to take and to receive; and so she was paralysed in the moment.
Susan’s voice rasped in her ear, ‘Don’t you dare stop there, girl.’ Rachel felt her left wrist being lifted and placed, unceremoniously, further down. She gasped a little, disbelieving; but she was undecided no longer.
With a mock growl she retorted: ‘Hey, I know what I’m doing.’ She traced a desultory finger up Susan’s bikini line, then crossed her arms over Susan’s body, finding a breast in each palm and squeezing inwards with her elbows. Under her captivating muscular definition Susan was more lightly built than Rachel, almost slight. Enjoying the contradiction, Rachel finished, ‘You’re me, remember?’
She caressed, decisively, taking in every part of Susan she could reach, then tucked both hands between Susan’s legs and spread them wide. Her left arm pressed Susan back onto her, hand on right breast, while the first and second fingers of her right hand set upon Susan’s lips, kneading over her clitoris. Susan hummed appreciatively into her ear.
Rachel slipped her middle finger inward, there to find a warm slickness, so different to the harsh cool water all around. She drew her finger forward, pushing skin aside; and now Susan moaned more deeply. With a slow rhythm, Rachel began to rub back and forth. Her eyes were closed now, head back, hair in the water. In her mind she was touching herself; and the gentle weight of Susan’s body, clamped against her, was like a dream made real, to fire the passion of her fingers.
Susan was breathing in time with the rhythm, each breath ending with a soft murmur of pleasure; and slowly, so slowly, the tempo increased. Rachel was loath to break the synchrony, but her own arousal was begging for more, demanding release. Her finger broke free, accelerating, circling. So fierce was her lust she knew that if it were her own clit she would already have climaxed; but still Susan breathed, still she softly hummed her approval.
The spell was breaking; this body could no longer be Rachel’s own. She shifted position, lifted her head. She didn’t know what to do. Susan must have felt her unease, because her own hands came, one each over Rachel’s, and pressed down hard. At first Rachel was shocked at the pressure, more than she would ever have dared, but Susan groaned in her ear, ‘Harder.’
Rachel didn’t understand, but she obeyed. Susan was moaning, and her tongue darted into Rachel’s ear. ‘Harder,’ she said again, although the word was barely discernible. Rachel’s finger was beginning to ache with fatigue; but now Susan was arching forward, fighting against Rachel’s encompassing arm. Rachel watched, wide-eyed, trying to keep her finger moving. Susan’s own hand was clamped over it, almost vibrating with force.
Susan was holding each breath, and releasing it with a moan. Then, suddenly, she squirmed around. Her eyes were blazing as she righted herself onto her knees on the pool floor. Without a word, she reached forward and grasped the hem of Rachel’s sodden T-shirt. They worked together to release Rachel from her tight clothes, and when finally her bra splashed down to sink slowly from sight, Susan thrust forward to encompass her in a bear hug.
Rachel was a little confused, a little frightened; but that only seemed to heighten her arousal. She looked down to see her own breasts squashed against Susan’s collarbone. Susan had actually picked her up in the water, and was pushing her to the side of the pool. This time, Rachel’s backside landed, naked, onto hot wet concrete.
Susan drew her hands around from behind Rachel’s dripping wet body, pausing for a moment over her upper chest to push until Rachel was leaning back on her hands, then dragging down her stomach as Susan kneeled onto the pool floor. Rachel guessed what was next, and cried out with euphoric disbelief; but she was not prepared for the force of Susan’s tongue. It was so firm, pushing straight onto her clit without preamble, then immediately flicking up and down.
Instantly, waves of bliss washed over her; but her gaze could not move from the view of her own stomach, pubic mound and thighs, framing Susan’s beautiful face. Susan had her eyes closed, and by the twisted position of her body and the unrestrained flexing of her shoulder and arm, sending ripples away into the pool, Rachel knew that Susan’s hand was back between her own legs.
The image, both visible and invisible, was quickly too much. Rachel moaned long and deep; one of her arms gave way and she fell onto her elbow, but the pain was nothing to the ecstasy exploding into her.
Gradually, it came to its natural end, subsided away, like dry thunder into the blue sky overhead. Rachel lowered her eyes again to see Susan’s head, now resting a little higher in the crook of her hip, lean shoulder pushing up against Rachel’s bottom. She had her eyes closed, her mouth wide open; her whole body was so arched under the water that it looked contorted. For a second Rachel could only stare, her mind blank, once again becoming scared.
Then Susan’s breath gasped out, forming itself into a descending groan that sounded almost inhuman; a savage, primitive sound.
They were still for a time. Rachel lifted her hand to cradle Susan’s head; and when Susan’s eyes flicked upward they carried a force deeper and more subtle, but at least as great as the caresses of her tongue. Rachel felt a tear form in her eye as the strange feeling from earlier returned, light and pure. Without thinking she said, ‘I love you.’
Susan smiled. She gathered her feet under her and then slowly stood, kissing Rachel’s navel, then breast. As Rachel sat up to meet her, their lips touched once, tenderly.
‘You hardly know me,’ she said gently, brushing Rachel’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. Then she smiled again at Rachel’s crestfallen look. ‘If you mean you want to make love to me some more, then let’s go with that.’ She kissed her again, more deeply, then grinned. ‘Personally, I want to fuck you until we can’t tell night from day.’
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