This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone, anywhere, anywhen is purely coincidental.
This story involves sex between adult females (and maybe males. See how it goes...)
If that's not your thing, or if it is illegal in any way, then stop reading. Otherwise, Enjoy!
The wine bottle clinked merrily against the rim of my glass as I topped it up, not for the first time. It looked expensive, but I wasn't too worried because, for once, I had been invited out at someone else's expense. That someone was Katja and at this moment she was in the ladies'. I took the time to look around the restaurant. Extremely posh-looking, a far cry from my old student haunts, it reminded me that I was now moving in different circles. But I am still me, I told myself - a down-to-earth, butch English dyke with a smart head and a kind heart. I nearly choked with laughter at this thought as I suspected that few people would agree with this assessment.
A cough distracted me from my reveries. I half stood as Kat seated herself back down in the high-backed wooden chair opposite. "Thought you'd got lost in there," I remarked, lifting my glass and swirling like a professional. "Well, I did think about doing a runner, but I figured you'd be doing the washing-up for the rest of the night."
I smiled. The woman I was with had an uncanny talent of constantly making me laugh, a sense of humour so like mine that we were always on the same wavelength. We like the same things, have similar talents and, in my opinion at least, would make a great couple. Alas, Kat didn't appear to think that way, not yet at least. But I'm working on it!
"So, anyway, if the Asgard could kick some Borg butt, but the Goa'uld took over the Klingon empire, where would that leave the Federation, and would we get to keep our Stargates?" Kat asked, a continuation of the hypothetical fictional discussion that we were having before.
"I reckon Klingon Goa'uld hosts would be a match for anyone," I replied, laughing. Science fiction was one of our common interests, and this type of conversation was common (well, often it was more along the lines of "Would Seven-of-nine shag Arnold Rimmer to win a date with Daniel Jackson?"). I stretched out my legs and my calf brushed not-so-accidentally against Kat's knee. Her hands, when she wasn't waving them around in a fashion that made me wonder if she had any French or German in her, were placed on the table inches from mine, and I was resisting the urge to reach out towards her. I needn't have bothered, for as I was pondering this, Katja herself reached her right hand towards my left and curled her fingers around mine. I drew breath sharply and tried not to look surprised. "You seem a bit preoccupied tonight," she noted, taking a long drink of wine and meeting my eyes with her gaze. She squeezed my hand a little. "I'm guessing something's up - right or wrong?" I glanced away, avoiding her questioning looks. 'Of course something is bloody well wrong', I thought, 'and you know damn well what it is!' "Actually, yes, I was just thinking about what happened earlier in the lab. Will you tell me what's going on, please?" I looked back at her in earnest, and this time it was her turn to avoid my eyes. She pulled her hand away and poured herself more wine.
"Chris, you know I can't discuss things about Andrew. He doesn't like it, and-" "So don't bloody tell him, then!" I interrupted, suddenly angry. "He's my partner, we share everything, you don't know what it's like, do you?!" I turned away in disgust. The old Kat, whom I met last year, would never have made such a comment that she knew would hurt me. "Oh, I'm sorry, did my back hurt your knife?" I replied mockingly as I stood, finishing my wine as I did so. "Wait, please don't go, I - I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please sit back down." I did, wondering whether I should or not as Kat refilled my wine glass and signalled the waiter for more.
I didn't mention Andrew again. It seemed pointless, as she was obviously afraid of talking about these things. As we chatted aimlessly, neither our minds truly on the conversation, I felt tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. I quickly wiped them with a corner of my sleeve, not wanting Kat to see me embarrassed in this way. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough, and Kat grabbed my arm and held it tightly. "Let's finish up and get out of here, hmm?" she suggested, downing what looked like half a pint of wine in one go. "Ok," I answered, following her lead. After Kat paid the bill, we stood, donned hats, coats, scarves and gloves and made our way outside.
Snow was falling again, the old-fashioned street lamps and fine old church in the town square giving the place an eerie Narnia-like feel. We walked through the churchyard in silence, the white flakes settling on our clothing and our boots crunching in the deep drifts. Katja giggled suddenly. I looked across at her curiously.
"Let's make a snowman!" she said excitedly, her face shining girlishly as she grabbed me round the shoulders. "Come on, I haven't done this for years!"
Caught up in her enthusiasm, and plenty of my own, I laughed and took a coin from my pocket.
"Ok, but we've got to do this properly. Heads or, er, tails?"
"Heads," she ventured.
I tossed the coin and it landed in the snow. We both looked down.
"Heads it is," I announced, "so which part do you want to build?"
"Ooh, I'll take the body please." She giggled again and took up an armful of snow, shaped it into a ball and began rolling it in the loose snow. I did likewise, and pretty soon we were sitting on a bench, wet, warm and knackered as we admired our masterpiece.
"Think we could win a Turner prize with him?" I asked, taking out a soggy pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. Kat doesn't smoke, but doesn't object to me doing so in her presence.
"Hmm, maybe it would be better if he looked like a 'he', you know, anatomically correct." I saw the glint in her eye as she went to the snowperson and crudely fashioned a disproportionately large set of male genitalia that was bound to frighten old ladies the next morning. I laughed as she sat back down with a satisfied grin.
"Well, if Andrew lives up to that, you're one lucky woman, I say," I remarked, knowing full well from the events of yesterday that her boyfriend was not at all well-endowed. Kat half-smiled but said nothing, instead moving closer to me and leaning on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and could feel the heat of her exertion rising from her through her thick coat. This was it, I though to myself, this is the moment. Without turning to face her, I cleared my throat and, almost timidly, said "I had been wanting to kiss you since I met you, you know." She shifted position slightly but did not free herself from my embrace. "I know. Did you think I hadn't noticed? I'm foreign, not stupid. Ha!" I was temporarily stuck for words. I mean, I didn't think she'd noticed, but then again she did seem to respond to my subtle flirting sometimes. "I can't say I expected this, but then again, who would?" she continued. This time she did pull away and looked me directly in the eye. I could only shake my head. Raising her gloved hand, she slowly touched my glistening cheek, caressing my face as I closed my eyes. Was I dreaming again, I wondered, resisting the urge to pinch myself.
Kat unbuttoned my heavy coat as we shared a deep, passionate kiss that was unlike any other I've experienced. Her arms snaked around me inside my coat and she nestled close against my breasts. "Shall we head back to my cottage?" she murmured. I felt her hot breath on my neck and shivered. "In a minute," I whispered back, wanting to savour the moment. We sat like statues in a perpetual embrace on the rickety bench under towering leafless yew trees, large snowflakes falling silently all around, looking for all the world like a couple in love. The church bells chimed for midnight, a sound I would remember for the rest of my life.
"Ohhhhh, Kat, my god, don't stop, ahhh," I moaned, arching my back and wrapping my legs around her naked body as she thrust the strap-on hard inside me, our bodies pounding together as she fucked me with wild abandon. We had started slowly, lovingly exploring and caressing every inch of each other's waiting flesh, sucking and tasting in turn to bring the other to orgasm. But love had given way to frenzied passion as Kat strapped on the monster dildo and slid it inside me, her body rubbing my clit with every thrust. I wanted her so much I was in tears. "Go on, love, give it to me!" I cried, pulling her down against me and desperately sucking those exquisite nipples, making her squeal with pleasure. Two more deep thrusts and my whole body exploded, juices gushing from my hole as I felt a hot flush of excitement rising all over. Kat moaned and wriggled against me, stimulating herself against my thigh as I kissed her neck, fondling her cute, shapely breasts. I turned her over and slid down to face her dripping slit. I unfastened the dildo and quickly strapped it onto myself, then bent my head and tasted her cunt juices, hot and wet. "Chris, oh that feels so good, ohh, wow," she almost whispered as I teased her swollen clit, lightly stroking the side then flicking across the tip with my practised tongue. "Fuck me, now, please Chris, please" she begged, her hands running through my hair as I put my tongue inside her, burying my face in her fanny. I looked up and grinned. "You want it hard or gentle?" I asked playfully. "God, just anyhow, just fuck me, aaahhh"
I sat up and placed the tip of the thick strap-on against her crack, then in one swift movement sank it inside her to the end. She opened her legs wider and cried out with ecstasy. I began to push in and out, quickening as her breath came in gasps and her arms locked around me. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and pushed in, harder and deeper as I brought my hand around and gently caressed her clit. This was too much, and, moaning my name over and over, her body shuddered and bucked with waves of pleasure as I continued to thrust into her, filling her hole with my rubber tool.
"Don't stop, I'm coming again," she breathed. But I pulled out and motioned for her to turn over. Guiding her up onto hands and knees, I found her slit again and continued to fuck her, more gently but deeper. Breathing hard, I massaged her cunt with my fingers, soaked with her love juices, gently running my thumb over her clit in time with my long thrusts. She let out a soft cry and thrust back towards me with every stroke. As she came to orgasm again I stopped thrusting and stroked her clit furiously. Shaking, her strength left her and she collapsed on the bed, panting. I lay on top of her, still inside her, and softly covered her neck and shoulders in kisses. After taking off the strap on I cuddled up to her, our cunts touching, and kissed her smooth lips. Each cradled in the other's arms, we slept, satisfied and exhausted.
When I awoke, the bed next to me was empty. I sat up slowly, yawning, and looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. The bedroom was light and airy with large windows but a low, beamed ceiling. The light was coming from outside, reflecting off the snow that had settled thickly overnight. I opened the curtains, despite the fact I was naked, and looked out at the countryside surrounding Kat's cottage. It was totally isolated, connected to the outside world by a narrow lane that wound its way around the fields. I breathed in deeply. The snowy air smelled suspiciously like bacon. Grinning, I threw on a dressing gown that was lying on the bed and skipped down the stairs into a stone-floored kitchen full of old-fashioned copper and iron cooking pots (was that a cauldron there?!) with an ancient oven taking up an entire corner.
Kat spoke, interrupting the unmistakable sound of frying bacon. "I didn't want to wake you, so I thought I'd get breakfast on. Bacon, egg, sausage and toast ok? How would you like your egg?" She was so serious, so earnest, that I couldn't help falling about laughing. "What?" she asked, "what's so funny?"
When I managed to stop giggling I moved over behind her and grabbed her round the waist, kissing her neck. "Top o' the mornin' to ye," I said in her ear as she turned to face me and kissed me softly on the lips. "So, I wasn't dreaming then?" I asked
"Would you like me to pinch you?" Kat replied quickly, eyeing me up and down.
"Ooh, go on then, I dare you," I teased, offering my arm. She laughed.
"We'd better get to work, remember. Life goes on, unfortunately, and there's a lot to do before the weekend."
Kat turned to look at the bacon. I let go of her and took a seat at the heavy wooden table in the middle of the room. 'Was that a brush-off,' I wondered as I poured a mug of tea from a steaming pot in front of me. I knew that we were busy, but not THAT busy, and nothing that surely couldn't be put off. I sighed. Kat was always the dedicated professional, research came second to none. 'Maybe that's why Andrew is such a bastard' I thought wryly, 'maybe she never had time for him, not the other way round'. That was not a cheerful thought, and I put it out of my head as Katja brought two plates over to the table, heaped with bacon, thick spicy sausages and fried, soft-boiled and scrambled eggs. "Oh, I forgot the toast," she muttered, and fetched a third plate with what looked like a whole loaf of toast. She grinned at me. "Well, dig in!" she said, doing so herself.
As we drove to work an hour later, both of us were quiet. I didn't know what to say, and I presumed she felt the same. I had come to the conclusion over breakfast that this would be a one-off, at least whilst Andrew is still on the scene (she mentioned that he was coming over tonight) and that the possibilities of my having any sort of relationship with this fantastic, sexy woman were pretty remote. I looked out of the window at the beautiful scenery that never ceased to amaze me, though I had lived in these parts for many years now. Sheep stood dotted around the hillsides, stone walls seemed to extend for miles and hardly a person was in sight, just a lone farmer in a tractor with his sheepdog. I glanced around as I felt a hand on my thigh. Kat was looking at me with a worried expression. I looked away.
"I, I really do like you, er, a lot, you know." She stumbled over her words in the effort to get them out.
"I know," I replied as I patted my pockets in an attempt to locate my cigarettes.
"It's, well, it's a shame, really, well - I mean, you know, if things weren't like they are..." The words tailed off. I supposed Kat herself knew how lame and unconvincing she sounded as yet again that awkward silence descended. In an effort to bring some normality to the situation, I cleared my throat and said casually "What day is that microanalysis seminar next week? I wrote it down somewhere but I couldn't find it yesterday."
"Oh, yes, I'd forgotten. Thursday, I think, 12 noon in the Wolfson lecture hall. Should be quite interesting, Professor Burton from Leeds." "I've heard he's pretty good at what he does, I just hope he can give lectures, not like that last semiconductors guy," I joked, sitting back in the seat. We were almost there, pulling into the big, tree-lined car park close to our department. It was almost empty, I noted, but it was still early and many people were away around this time. Skidding unceremoniously as we stopped, Kat yanked on the handbrake and, without a word, got out of the car, retrieving her bag from the back seat as she did so. My heart heavy and my head full of wool, I clambered out into a snowdrift where icy powder promptly filled my boots. "Oh, fuck it all!" I shouted, rather louder than I'd intended, venting my feelings in general. Kat shot me an indecipherable look and we trudged off towards the main quadrangle, my feet swimming in my boots.
When I reached the laboratory the light wasn't on, so I presumed that nobody was in yet. On the contrary; as I entered a guilty-looking Mark and Deb were quickly jumping apart from whatever activity they had being pursuing. Both were fully clothed but decidedly red-faced and dishevelled.
"Having fun, guys?" I greeted them with amusement. Deb sniffed.
"No more than certain other people, I believe," she countered, a grin spreading from ear to ear.
"Is that so? Well, I wouldn't know, would I," I replied, seating myself at the computer and logging on. She strolled over to me, leaned down and whispered "Oh, but you would, wouldn't you", then bounced away with an evil smile.
"Ok, what's the deal? You two hiding in bushes spying on me now, then?" Mark couldn't suppress a snigger.
"Not bushes," said Deb, "more like, well, churchyards really." I shook my head in disbelief.
"Pray tell me, what were the two of you doing in a churchyard in the snow at midnight?"
"Same as you, evidently," she shot back. "So how was it then? Is she a good shag?" I nearly choked.
"Deb, you know full well that would never happen. She's my boss, and yours too, in case you've forgotten. We are just friends, that's all. Now, let's all get on with some work before we get caught skiving."
Just as I said that, Kat did indeed walk into the room. "Morning, Katja, how are you today?" Deb enquired mischievously, watching my expression.
"Fine, thanks, and you?" Kat replied, looking around and seeming rather distracted
"Oh, jolly good, you know. Mark and I went out to town with some friends last night, yes, wasn't it pretty when it started snowing?!"
Kat glared at me accusingly. I shrugged my shoulders. "Yes, it was," she replied curtly. She turned to me. "Did you print out those files I need? They've got to be ready to send off this afternoon, you know. Just put them on my desk, if you would." I stared at her. Is this the way it was going to be at work?
"Sure, I'll do that right away." Then, under my breath, "and which pair of hands would you like me to use?"
Turning my attention back to my computer, I switched to autopilot as I read my numerous emails. Anyone would think I was popular, I thought as my inbox said '12 new messages' in bold type. Kat left the room and immediately Deb appeared by my side.
"Sorry, Chris, I didn't think she'd be so touchy." She placed her hand on my arm. "So, what did happen then? If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine."
I sighed. "What's to talk about. I got what I wanted, and now I'm getting what I deserve." I laughed, but without humour.
"Bit hard, isn't it?" Mark piped up. "I'd just chill, if I were you, and get over it. There's plenty of cute chicks around, right, Deb?" He winked at her. "Yeah," she answered, "and anyway, Kat's not even that fit. You can do much better, if you ask me!"
My friends were only trying to cheer me up, but in fact I was feeling worse by the minute. I decided to hit the library again, my only haven, though after Kat said she saw me I wasn't so sure. 'Maybe I'll hide out among the old English literature,' I mused. It was upstairs, on the second level of the library, off to one side. 'Surely hardly anyone would go there, right?'
And right I was, for that section was completely deserted. In fact, dust had settled so much that I swear I could see my footprints on the dull wooden floor. But the chairs looked comfy enough and the shelves surrounding the tables gave a feeling of invisibility. Sitting opposite rows of Chaucer, my body relaxed, but my mind would not settle. I loved Kat, that much I had known for ages. We shouldn't have done what we did, if indeed it was to be just a one-time occurrence. But I wasn't about to say no - I guess that should have been up to her. I sighed and closed my eyes.
A creak of the floorboards on the level below caused me to stir from my pondering. I followed the sound of footsteps as they padded furtively beneath me. Of course, being a library people always tried to be quiet, I reasoned, but this sounded different somehow. Silently I rose from my chair and peeked through the shelves and over the balcony, on the verge of sneezing due to the dust I'd raised. It was Kat, no doubt looking for me as she was heading towards my usual hiding place. I watched from my vantage point as she tiptoed past European History, looking down every aisle she passed. At that moment, whispered voices echoed from the main entrance. Katja froze in her tracks, then ducked behind a nearby shelf. I watched, intrigued, as the voices drew nearer. Why is she hiding, I wondered to myself. After all, she had a perfect right to be there.
I smiled as I recognised Mark and Deb's voices. The sound floated up to me, and from the expression on Kat's face it was obvious that she, too, had recognised them.
"Ok, there's nobody here," Deb muttered, taking Mark's arm and leading him to a leather chair just three aisles away from where Kat was trying to look like a piece of the furniture. "God, does nobody read any more," she remarked, more loudly and in a semi-disgusted tone.
Mark shrugged his muscular shoulders and sank into the chair, pulling Deb on top of him and kissing her. She responded eagerly, running her hands through his short hair as they passionately explored each other's lips with their tongues. Deb brought her knees on to the chair, straddling an obviously aroused Mark, judging by the prominent bulge in his trousers.
I almost stopped breathing. Not twenty feet away, two of my best friends and colleagues were about to make love, in a library, being watched by our Supervisor and myself. This was surreal. I looked over at Kat, who was peering through a gap in the books. Mark and Deb had other things on their mind though, as Mark slid her shirt over her arms then removed the white silky bra that cupped her firm, curvy breasts. Deb gasped as Mark took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, whilst using a hand to caress her other breast gently. Pausing, he removed his own shirt, and I was not surprised to see the clearly defined muscles of his athletic physique. Kat was also looking approvingly at her student, and I couldn't believe my eyes when one of her hands began to stroke her own nipple through her shirt.
Deb stood up slowly and stripped off the rest of her clothes, sensually but without wasting any time. Breathlessly I watched as she undid Mark's trousers and he quickly pulled them off, leaving only his underwear. Grinning, she kneeled at the foot of the chair and lowered Mark's boxers. His large erection sprang up, long and thick, and Deb wasted no time in engulfing as much as possible in her wet mouth. Mark groaned and she licked and sucked his hard cock, fondling his balls as she slid her lips up and down his shaft.
Kat quickly unfastened her trousers as she watched the couple. Sliding her hand inside her panties, she began to stroke herself, turned on by the scene that was unfolding. Moving her trousers and pants down further, I could see how aroused she was as her juices glistened around her slit. Pushing inside, she fingered herself, moans of pleasure from Mark becoming louder as Deb licked the length of his throbbing dick. Deb, sensing that Mark was close to orgasm, pulled away and again knelt on the chair, straddling him. As she lowered herself onto him, he thrust up to meet her, sinking his cock deep inside. Both let out gasps as he filled her waiting hole. Kat now had two fingers inside her and was massaging her clit with her other hand, leaning heavily against the shelf, her breath coming in short gasps that Mark and Deb would surely have heard if not for the noise they were making. Increasing pace, the couple fucked passionately, moving together rhythmically with Deb almost bouncing on the young man.
"God, I'm gonna come," Deb whispered as she arched her back and let Mark do all the work, thrusting deep inside her whilst his tongue caressed her hard nipples. Kat was near, too, and she had closed her eyes in order to concentrate on her own experience. Her fingers moved furiously now, hitting that spot inside her just as I had done the previous night. Without conscious thought, my own hand was now inside my pants, rubbing against my swollen clit. I watched as Deb moaned, her whole body shuddering with the orgasm that engulfed her. Kat sank against the heavy wooden shelf as a huge wave of intense pleasure rushed through her body, and I could barely keep my eyes open to watch Mark explode inside Deb as I brought myself to a sudden, exhilarating climax. One more thrust from Mark and the couple sank down into the chair, panting from their efforts. Kat had slid to the floor and sat, red-faced and breathing hard, still watching Mark and Deb as they shared a kiss. I moved back to my chair and collapsed, not believing what I had just witnessed.
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