Chapter 07
I wasn't sure which direction to take this series hence it being left fallow for such a long time. The question that many asked is "Will Julie sleep with Michelle or not?". Some people suggested one direction and others a different one, some even said I should never write this chapter. But if you know me then you know I have never been one to listen to good advice. If you haven't read the previous chapters then I would strongly suggest you do so, as you may find the story a little difficult to follow otherwise. One thing I would remind you is Mitchie is the diminutive of Michelle so the names are interchangeable.
"I will find her and we will be together," Sarah heard her daughter scream. "I will track your lesbian lover down and she will have me as well, you mark my words, Mother."
Sarah sighed softly to herself as she closed the bedroom door, leaving her daughter in the big spare bed where she had lain in wait for Julie. From the noises she could hear emanating from the room, her daughter had clearly given up any pretence of hiding the fact she was masturbating and was in the full throes of an orgasm. Hearing her crying out Julie's name as she arched in climax tugged at Sarah's heart as she went downstairs to her kitchen with a leaden weight in the pit of her stomach.
On the board were the usual collection of business cards and flyers that most people have, along with the odd receipts and post-it notes with reminders scrawled on them. Finding the one she needed, Sarah carefully unpinned it and laid it on the countertop and stared at it for a moment. In large Embossed letting was the name 'Digital Optimisation Group' and then under in smaller printed script, 'a valued partner of Smith & McGill associates.' On the reverse was a number scrawled in beautiful flowing handwriting with the message "In case of emergency, J xxx"
Surely this would count as an emergency Sarah thought to herself, and she paused for a moment as she considered the words she was going to say and, closing her eyes, remembered how she had gotten this card nearly 10 years ago.
"Oh Julie, I don't ever want this to end," sighed Sarah softly as she swayed in time to the music that tinkled gently in the background.
"You got a family short stuff," Julie laughed as she gently caressed Sarah's naked bottom, "and a deal is a deal. I get you for two weeks they get you for the rest."
Sarah sighed again as she looked out onto the moonlit sand of the luxury Maldivian beach hut Julie had whisked her away to just under two weeks before. The place was truly paradise. Once a day a chef and his team would come over from the larger island and cook them a sumptuous banquet while his team would stock the large fridge with cold food for the next day. At the same time, others would clean discretely, make the well-used bed and replenish the variety of drinks fridges that were dotted around. They would also take any washing, though there was very little as this was the only time of the day for a couple of hours when the pair wore any clothing. In fact, they only dressed at Sarah's insistence, as Julie would have quite happily stayed naked, a state to which she returned as soon as the catering boat had moved away from the tiny jetty.
The days were spent diving in the crystal-clear sea as they explored the reefs and giggled together like small children at the antics of the tiny fish that inhabited the coral. Emerging from the water, their bodies sleek and tanned all over with no white patches, they would walk hand in hand back to the beach hut. For the first few days when they paused for a light lunch Sarah would reach for her phone to try to look up the name of a fish. As she waited, tutting under her breath for the page to load, Julie's gentle laughter would break the silence as it dawned on Sarah there was no internet.
"Which fish are you interested in short stuff?" Julie asked softly as she moved to lean over Sarah's shoulder, staring at the blank screen like it would give some clue.
"All of them really, but there was one that was really cute, its face painted like it had lipstick on."
"The one that tried to chase you away?" laughed Julie.
Sarah watched intently as Julie closed her eyes for a moment before she spoke, and Sarah knew that this was a precursor to a weird skill that she knew her lover had, the skill to recall just about anything she had seen or read.
"The Lagoon Triggerfish, or round here more commonly called the Picasso fish because of its abstract colourings. Will grow to around 10 inches, is extremely territorial and tends to be found in the sandy parts of reefs, swimming around actively and generally found in more shallow parts of reefs, where there are rocks for it to hide away in. It's the official fish of the state of Hawaii, where it is called the Humu-Humu."
Then as she paused Sarah missed the twinkle in Julie's eye that was normally the signal of some outrageous lie.
"And if it chases you away from its home while moving its tail from side to side aggressively then it is normally a sign that..."
Julie paused as Sarah said impatiently, "...a sign of what?"
"That the person being chased is clearly a lesbian dyke masquerading as a respectable married woman."
Sarah laughed as Julie kissed her, the soft kiss turning more passionate as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Julie was still behind and caressing Sarah's breasts making the nipples stiffen under her skilled fingers. Then sliding round she knelt between Sarah's thighs and kissed each of her erect nipples in turn. The kiss became more lingering, and Julie started to suckle on one, her strong mouth pulling the nipple into her mouth. Stroking Julie's hair Sarah was reminded of the times she had nursed her daughter Michelle though those days were long past as she was now in senior school.
Julie's sucking had now turned to teeth and Sarah felt the sharp nips that were almost painful but not quite, then the caress of her tongue that was like a tiny snake. From her nipples, Julie's tongue had begun its wandering journey around her body. Sarah loved the way Julie's mouth worked on her flesh, finding every sensitive spot that she would tease and excite until she was a quivering mass of nerve endings. Only when Sarah thought she would explode would Julie home in on her pussy, which by then was flooded with juices.
As Julie's tongue flickered across her clit, Sarah let out a loud moan and murmured words of encouragement as she tried to open her legs wider. Sarah ran her fingers through her lover's hair murmuring words of encouragement as Julie's tongue delved into places Sarah didn't even know she had.
Sarah wasn't aware when Julie slipped two fingers inside her soaking pussy until she felt the pressure on her g-spot as Julie tugged and teased her clit. As her orgasm exploded, Julie pulled her fingers from Sarah's pussy and clamped her mouth over her opening and sucked her juices into her belly. As so many times before, Sarah knew she had squirted and Julie was the only person capable of bringing her to this level of pleasure.
Afterwards, Julie held Sarah in her strong arms letting her come back to earth. Dreamily Sarah said, "what would I do without you?"
"Oh, I am sure an experienced dyke like you would soon be able to fill the other side of your bed when your husband wasn't around.
"There is one thing that has always worried me," said Sarah as she rolled onto her back, "I see you once a year, how would I contact you in an emergency?"
"An emergency like what?" Julie laughed, "your pussy needing licking?"
"Don't be daft," Sarah scolded, "say something happened to Michelle."
Julie said nothing for a moment before she rolled out of bed and padded naked across the room to her purse. Fishing out a card she returned to the bed and handed it to Sarah. "Use in an emergency," Julie said sagely and then pushed Sarah onto her back straddling her shoulders. "Now lick me until I scream, unless you have gone straight again."
Sarah laughed as she bent her head up and started to lick and probe, just as Julie had taught her.
Sarah rolled the card between her fingers as she held the telephone in her other hand, debating in her head the words she needed to say and then slowly, almost reluctantly, dialling the number. As she listened to the ringing tone waiting for an answer, Julie's words echoed in her brain.
"Just make sure it's a real emergency Short Stuff, as this number is a proper Pandora's box. There is no putting the genie back in the bottle as it will involve my employers, and they will want to know what is going on."
As a sudden surge of nerves hit her stomach, the call was answered and a voice chimed, "Dee Oh Gee how may I direct your call?"
Without speaking, Sarah slammed the phone back into its cradle and stared at it like it was about to explode. Grabbing her bag, she decided she would speak with Mitchie when she got home from work. It was something she needed to resolve with her daughter and then let Julie make a decision if required.
The next few months followed the same pattern. Sarah would arrive home to either find her daughter locked in her bedroom working on her laptop trying to find out who Julie was, or questioning her for details about this person. That nearly always ended up in a shouting match, as Michelle would accuse her mother of withholding information or lying to her.
"You are just jealous," Michelle sobbed, "she is single...I think I am single. We have more right to be together than you cheating on Dad."
Sarah was at a loss trying to understand her daughter's infatuation with Julie and tried to steer her away, but this just made Michelle even more determined to track Julie down. The mention of her husband tugged at her heart, as since his death from COVID complications Mitchie had become angry at the drop of a hat.
That evening Sarah arrived home after a long and tortuous day at the accounting office and didn't really have the stomach for a heart-to-heart with Mitchie but knew she had to sooner or later. What had made matters worse was an anonymous mail with the message, "For fuck's sake tell her to stop poking about." Sarah knew exactly who it was from and had a pretty good idea what had triggered it. Her thought was confirmed when the mail concluded with, "Sorry about John he was a good man."
"Mitchie," she yelled up the stairs, "get your butt down here young lady, we need to talk."
Sarah's yells were met with stony silence and, stomping up the stairs with anger rising inside, Sarah threw open Mitchie's bedroom door in a fit of anger without even bothering to knock, ready to give her daughter a piece of her mind. The sight that greeted her made her heart sink as she saw that cupboard doors had been left open, drawers half-closed and clear evidence that Mitchie had left, taking her most treasured possessions with her.
Mitchie was furious as she sat in the taxi, staring out of the window as the buildings flashed by her mind in turmoil as she recalled the events of the past few weeks. How dare her mother question her desire to be seduced by the same woman with whom she herself was having a lesbian affair. She was 21 and perfectly entitled to live her own life as she saw fit and sleep with whoever she chose. Her father would have understood, but he wasn't here anymore. Instead, what she had to do now was track down this mystery woman, her godmother, who she knew very little about.
Unbeknown to her mother, over the past few months she had trawled every place on the net she could think about and drew blanks everywhere. Then it dawned on her that what she needed was not to try to find this mystery woman, but to get the mystery woman to come to her.
She needed a base to work from and she knew that home would not work, especially if the plan she was hatching in her head was to work. First, she fired off a text to an old college friend and then diverted the taxi to a run-down hotel as there were things she needed to do in private.
A few hours later Michelle had checked out of the hotel, happy with what she had achieved, and was sitting in the back of the taxi when her phone buzzed. On answering, she heard the tinkling voice of Annabel from college, or Anna as she preferred to be called. Anna was a tiny anglo-Chinese girl, and they had become firm friends when Anna had started at the college where Mitchie was already a first-year student. Although she was a couple of years older than Mitchie she appeared to be like a small bird who needed protecting, and Mitchie had happily taken her under her wing. Mitchie was a little lost as her best friend Jenny had returned to her native California leaving Mitchie with just memories of their secret masturbation session when they were drunken teenagers.
Anna had a small loft apartment in an old building in a part of town that bordered Chinatown but wasn't quite part of it. The area wasn't fashionable enough for the money to move in but wasn't that rough to have gang shootings on the corner, though the trouble was just around the block. Anna had always offered to put her up any time she needed a place to crash and she had happily agreed to Mitchie's request to be allowed to stay there for a few days.
Mitchie stood outside the apartment door, her heart still racing slightly from the nerve-wracking ride in the open lift that had creaked and juddered all the way to the 8th floor. Mitchie became more and more certain that at any moment the cable would snap and she would plunge to the ground to be smashed to pieces.
Anna opened the door with a cheery smile and flung her arms around Mitchie, holding her close. "Welcome to my little home," Anna said cheerfully in her sweet tinkling accent as she let go and whirled around, gesturing at the loft apartment with a wave of her hand.
The apartment was massive and split up by screens that semi-divided each area between sitting, sleeping and eating. The screens themselves were works of art, with tiny drawings that on close inspection conveyed the theme of the next area you were entering. They were so small that at first glance you would have missed what they portrayed. On one screen there were exquisitely detailed pictures of people seated at a table eating, indicating that the next area was the dining kitchen, and on another the tiny scenes were extremely pornographic, showing bodies entwined in various acts of lovemaking.
Mitchie was not only conscious of the sweet smell of jasmine filling the air, but the fact that the beautiful silk kimono Anna wore barely covered her ass and had come undone slightly, allowing Mitchie to get a full view of her tiny breasts. Mitchie could feel herself getting slightly wet as her lesbian thoughts began to surface, and for a brief second wondered what Anna would look like naked. She didn't have to wonder for very long as Anna shrugged off the kimono and stood nude as she searched in her drawers for clothes. Mitchie gulped as Anna stood and bent at the waist, her ass staring straight at Mitchie, with her pudenda on clear display. It was a huge disappointment when Anna wiggled into a string thong that left her pert buttocks showing, the string vanishing between the clefts of her cheeks and neatly splitting her pussy lips. Spinning around Anna held up two tops, one in each hand. The one held in her right was bright pink with Chinese dragons embroidered all over it and the other a more muted pastel plain brown tee shirt.
"So do you prefer pink or brown?" Anna asked her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Mitchie knew that this was her moment to make a decision. On the one hand, she wanted to explore her lesbian feelings, but on the other she wanted her first lover to be Julie, her mother's best friend. Anna had never openly said that she was lesbian, but Mitchie had always had the feeling that perhaps she had leanings that way as she would often refer to her falling out with her parents being down to not finding a nice boy to settle down with. The way in which her pretty Asian face would crinkle up when she said 'boy' always had Mitchie wondering if she didn't like boys, but they had never talked further.
Before Mitchie could answer, Anna threw them both on the floor and, with a peal of laughter, grabbed a white top with the words "taste the rainbow' emblazoned across the chest.
"This I think for now," she said, as she pulled it over her naked breasts and smoothed it down to just over her hips, finishing off her outfit with a pair of black jeans that were so tight they looked like they had been sprayed on.
As they were about to leave Anna's phone buzzed with a message, and although she didn't recognise the number she knew exactly who it was from. It was in response to her message earlier following Michelle's text and simply said, "green light." Smiling to herself, Anna licked her lips in anticipation of the tasty treats to come.
If there were any questions in Michelle's mind about Anna's sexual preferences then that evening dispelled them. She was very firmly a lesbian. For a start, if the name of the club 'the Pink Pussy' wasn't making it obvious, the sign on the door that stated 'women only' confirmed it. Under the sign some wag had added, "no straights will be allowed to leave straight."
Mitchie giggled as she read that and said to Anna, "Does that include me?"
Anna laughed, "It would if you were straight, but we both know that's not true."
Michelle looked at Anna who returned her gaze with an inscrutable expression. "Well?" She smiled, "are you going to deny you aren't lusting after pussy."
Michelle said nothing but thought to herself, "yes but it's just one particular pussy that I want."
Entering the club Mitchie found herself plunged into a world she had only really imagined. Anna stood very close to her as she whispered in her ear, "You get every type in here." As the pair scanned the room Anna pointed out the lipstick lesbians who were very femme and the weekend lesbians who were straights trying out the other side. "A lot of the weekenders are married and the bull dykes prey on them."
Mitchie watched as a short-haired well-built woman approached a pair of women chatting near the bar. There was a brief discussion and one of the pair stepped away, leaving the other and the bull dyke together. Mitchie could only read the body language, but it was clear the feminine woman was captivated by the bull dyke, and Mitchie could feel her breathing shorten as she watched the dyke reach under the woman's short skirt. By the way her arm moved she was touching her, and then the dyke took the woman by the arm and led her away into the darkness of the club.
"Turning you on?" said Anna into Mitchie's ear as her tongue darted in. "Couple of bulls eyeing you up... can introduce you if you want. Shelia is a devil with a strap-on," nodding at the cropped blonde-haired woman.
As the crop-haired dyke smiled like a shark and started to move across the room, Mitchie started to panic. In an attempt to ward off her impending advances, Mitchie pulled Anna onto the dance floor but Shelia seemed undeterred, so Mitchie grabbed Anna and kissed her deeply.
Anna was a little surprised, but responded by poking her tongue into Mitchie's mouth and caressing her ass through the thin material of Mitchie's summer dress. Anna could see that Shelia had turned away in disappointment, but decided to keep Mitchie close, so as she broke the kiss she whispered in her ear, "she has gone for now, but we had better make sure she thinks we are together."
Mitchie was about to ask how they could do that when her question was answered by Anna caressing her pussy through the material. The pair ground against each other as they danced to the music, their breasts rubbing through the thin material of their tops making their nipples stand out. Trapped between them, Anna's hand was stimulating Mitchie who had started to grind against the hand. Mitchie's movements became more intense as her orgasm started to build, and although she was in a crowded club she knew she was too far gone to stop.
Anna had stepped back a fraction and allowed Mitchie to fuck herself on her hand, totally oblivious to her surroundings. Anna had slipped her hand under Mitchie's dress and was teasing her pussy through her panties. A pair of stranger's hands came from behind Mitchie and started to roll her erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. At the same time, Anna felt a strong pair of arms slide around her waist and a hand push down her waistband to touch her soaking pussy.
"Who's the new girl," said a voice in Anna's ear. Anna knew straight away it was Coral, who whilst not a bull dyke was very much a Domme who loved new young pussy.
"Protected," Anna said softly, leaning back and kissing Coral while still stimulating Mitchie who was moments away from cumming.
"Oh really?" said Coral pushing her hand further down, ignoring the waistband cutting into her wrist and sliding a finger into Anna's wetness.
"Protected by her," Anna said, and heard Coral curse softly as she removed her hand. Then she held it to her nose and inhaled deeply, "so sweet Anna, I must have you again...soon." Coral held the juice-covered finger to Mitchie's lips who was so far gone she sucked on the finger like a baby suckling on her mother's teat. Anna felt Mitchie flood through her panties as she came hard on her hand, but as Mitchie had stopped moving Anna increased her intensity keeping Mitchie at the peak of her orgasm.
Leading her to a dark corner Anna calmly reached under Mitchie's' dress and pulled her sodden panties down allowing her to step out of them. Before Mitchie could object, Anna drove two fingers deep into her pussy. Mitchie's loud moan was drowned out by the music, and Anna pressed her body close to Mitchie as she worked her stiff fingers, not giving Mitchie any respite as she started to build her to another orgasm.
Mitchie's head was spinning as suddenly Anna dropped to her knees, her probing fingers replaced by a tongue that was dancing over her over-sensitive clit. Some women nearby ignored them while others openly watched and smiled. Mitchie found being watched was a huge turn on, and lifting her dress higher she made sure that all could see Anna buried between her thighs. As Anna teased her clit to the point that Mitchie thought she would burst, she felt Anna reinsert two fingers that she twisted and probed inside. Like a damn bursting inside, Mitchie screamed as she flooded into Anna's eager mouth. Mitchie was trembling on an orgasmic high as Anna smoothed her dress down and supported her to a nearby booth. Two drinks appeared as women thanked them for the show and offered to take part if either or both were interested.
"How are you feeling?" Anna said, her arm around Mitchie's shoulders.
"Fantastic," said Mitchie dreamily as she kissed Anna, "and I want to return the favour."
"When we get home," Anna replied with a smile.
"No time like the present," Mitchie said with a laugh as she jumped to her feet and tugged at Anna's hand eager to learn more.
It was a short car ride from the club to Anna's loft but Mitchie couldn't keep her hands to herself as she fondled Anna's body before grabbing Anna's hand and placing it under her dress against her naked pussy.
"Finger my cunt," Mitchie hissed, locking eyes with the female driver in the rearview mirror. Pulling her dress up higher, Mitchie made sure the driver got a good view of her naked sex and groaned loudly as Anna pushed two fingers inside her. With her thumb pressed against Mitchie's clit and her already heightened sexual arousal, it didn't take long for Mitchie to orgasm yet again.
"No charge," laughed the driver as they pulled up outside Anna's apartment, "and if you want a third I am quite happy to knock off early."
Anna looked at Mitchie who was almost vibrating with sexual tension and laughed softly, "next time perhaps, but tonight will be her first night of tasting pussy and I want it to be mine only."
The driver laughed loudly, "shame but fully understand. You two have fun and hope to see you again."
Once inside the apartment Mitchie started tearing at Anna's clothes off wanting her naked as quickly as possible. Anna held up her arms to allow Mitchie to remove her tee shirt, but once it was over Anna's head it revealed her small breasts. Mitchie ignored her undressing of Anna and started to chew and lick her rock-hard nipples while attacking the fastening of her jeans and pulling them down. In a tangle of arms and legs, Anna found herself pushed onto the bed, and as she pulled the shirt off Mitchie tore off her jeans and threw them across the room. Pausing for a brief moment, Mitchie pulled her dress off and stood over Anna, feasting her eyes on her body. Anna smiled up at Mitchie and opened her legs before splaying her pussy lips open to reveal her inner pinkness. "Feast on me," she said huskily.
Mitchie had always dreamt that the first pussy she would ever taste would be Julie's, but that thought was far from her mind as she looked at Anna. The aroma of Anna's arousal was strong in her nostrils, which she savoured for a moment before taking a long lick along her folds. The taste on her tongue was like the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted, and she licked her lips before taking another long lick at Anna. Mitchie had only ever licked pussy in her mind before, an act she had rehearsed a thousand times, but now she could put those thoughts into practise.
Anna was amazed. She was expecting the tentative licking of a virgin, the hesitancy of the uninitiated, but instead what she was experiencing was better than some of the lesbian lovers she had known. Anna could feel her clit being tugged and teased before being tongue lashed in a series of strong licks. She felt Mitchie's fingers enter her with ease and wiggle around as she searched for her spot. As Mitchie's digits pressed, Anna let out a long groan of pleasure to encourage her to continue.
The noise from Anna was music to Mitchie's ears, and she knew she had her fingers in the right place. Caressing the spot she rolled and flicked her tongue over Anna's clit until she was rewarded with Anna arching up off the bed in a screaming climax. The volume of juice coming from Anna increased, filling Mitchie's mouth, which she swallowed with enthusiasm. As Anna started to come down, Mitchie removed her fingers and clamped her mouth over Anna's pulsating sex and sucked, while at the same time she pushed her juice-soaked finger fully into Anna's ass drawing a moan of pleasure.
Anna twisted herself free and manoeuvred her supple body until she scissored her legs between Mitchie's, pressing their pussies together. As she started to grind into Mitchie she used her hands to grip Mitchie's body and pull it tighter against her.
The feelings were so intense Mitchie found herself clawing at Anna's body as she panted and ground her sex against Anna's. The friction drove both of them to the same peak of climax, and with yells and screams of pleasure, they simultaneously orgasmed, their juices mixing together in a cocktail of love.
Sated for now, the pair didn't move. Holding hands, they fell into a semi-comatose sleep of post-orgasm euphoria. As she drifted off Mitchie murmured, "I think I love you Anna."
Michelle had been gone for two weeks without a word, when Sarah received an email allegedly from Michelle. There was no message content but simply an attachment that had been sent to her with the email that said, 'watch in private and tell no one but you know who.' The scene that unfolded left Sarah speechless as Mitchie's tear-stained face appeared on the screen.
"Mum, please, you have to help," Mitchie sobbed, as she struggled to move her hands from behind her back, "They have said that unless she comes to take my place they will kill me, please Mum, you have to contact her."
Sarah felt her world crumbling as she watched her daughter stare off-screen with terror in her eyes at some unseen person before the screen went blank.
After a brief pause, Sarah tore the card from the board, and with trembling fingers dialled the number listening to the ring.
"Dee Oh Gee how may I direct your call?"
"I need to speak with Julie," Sarah gasped into the phone, "it's an emergency."
"Certainly Madam," said the calm British voice, "What is this Julie's last name?"
Sarah went cold, she had no idea what Julie's real last name was. Sure she had seen the variety of passports, and any one of those could have been real, but as to which one to say her mind was blank.
"Hello madam?" the voice pierced Sarah's panicked brain.
"I don't know her last name, just put me through to the one who works for you."
The voice at the other end of the phone changed and became cold, "It doesn't work like that Madam, You need the full name. May I suggest you call back when you have that?"
Sarah found herself staring at the phone which was emitting the tone showing the call had been terminated. Squeezing the phone hard like it would give her inspiration, Sarah racked her brains for anything that Julie may have said over the years that many have given a clue to her last name. As her eyes scanned the kitchen in a blind panic they came to rest on a tin shaped like a dog that barked when you lifted its head to get its contents. Julie had bought it for her many years ago and Sarah remembered opening it and could hear Julie's words in her brain.
"We call them biscuits, you call them cookies. So when you put it into your words you will always know the real me."
The flash of realisation hit Sarah like a bolt of lightning and tearing the phone off its cradle frantically dialled the number secure in the knowledge she knew Julie's last name.
This time there was no ringing sound just the steady burr of no such number. Muttering to herself that she must have misdialled, Sarah tried again more slowly but met the same no such number response. Ringing the operator Sarah checked and was politely informed that the number she was trying to dial was unallocated, and as far as they could see had never been used.
Sarah collapsed sobbing as for once in her life she honestly didn't know what to do next.
For the rest of the week Sarah operated in a daze, and on Friday she left for work as normal. As she walked carefully down the steps from their midtown house her nostrils were assailed by the smell coming from an old woman who was searching through the bin next to her car as she had been for the last few mornings, though this was the first time Sarah had been actually close enough to smell her.
"Any loose change?" the old hag croaked holding out a dirty grime-encrusted hand, "haven't eaten in days so please help."
Sarah knew she should just walk past and ignore as most people would, but something Julie had once said about looking after the 'little people' stuck in her head. Fumbling in her bag for her purse the old woman croaked, "if you don't have any change a bit of pussy licking after a nice hot shower wouldn't go amiss... short stuff."
The words of rebuke froze on Sarah's lips as she heard her nickname that only one person in the world ever called her that.
"Julie?... Oh my god is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. Been watching your place for a few days hoping to catch a few minutes with that fool daughter of yours who has been poking about the internet looking for information about me setting off alarm bells all over the place. Then Monday I get a call from the office saying you were all frantic and needed to speak to me, so here I am."
Sarah was speechless as she let Julie into the house who just smiled as she said, "I would say give us a kiss but I really do need to shower. Be a love a call this number and just say 'the banshee has arrived and needs her package'." Laughing softly, she walked upstairs to the main bathroom leaving Sarah holding a grubby scrap of paper with a number scrawled on it.
Calling the number, Sarah was greeted with 'Wong's Chinese Laundry', and after giving them the message the phone went dead. Ten minutes later, with Julie still upstairs in the shower, there was a ring on the bell and a young Chinese boy presented her with a brown paper parcel tied up with string. Sarah took it and placed it on the kitchen worktop and stared at it like it was a bomb that was about to explode, wondering what the hell it contained.
"Ah good, my laundry has arrived and you will need to get rid of these, I won't be needing them anymore."
Sarah turned to see Julie standing in the doorway fully naked and totally at ease with the fact she was nude. In her hand she had a black bin bag that she assumed contained the stinking rags that Julie had previously been dressed in. Sarah let her gaze run over Julie's naked body and could feel her nipples harden and her pussy get damp as she took in the vision of Julie's large firm breasts that still had no sag to them. Letting her gaze run down from the large brown nipples that were standing erect, Sarah could see her taut belly led down to what looked like a freshly shaved pussy.
Julie followed Sarah's gaze and laughed, "nicked a disposable razor, hope you don't mind but was starting to get a bit bushy down there."
"Well best I check you haven't missed any then," said Sarah in a throaty voice as she started to divest herself of her work clothes. She would phone later to tell work she was sick and also knew that she should be talking about her missing daughter, but right now only one thing was on her mind, and that was standing in front of her. Any thoughts of focussing elsewhere as Julie opened her legs and ran a finger through her own pussy lips before bringing it to her mouth.
"Missed me?" Said Sarah, as she watched Julie lick her finger.
"By the taste, I think so, but you would be the better judge...unless you have forgotten how."
Sarah sank to her knees and parted Julie's thighs, running her hands over Julie's muscled flanks. Running her tongue up through Julie's folds she tasted her sweet nectar with the tip of her tongue, savouring it like a fine wine. It was a taste that always evoked both joy and sadness in equal measure. Joy because this was the familiar taste of the only woman she had ever loved, and sadness because she knew it would be for a brief period of time only. To drive the melancholy from her mind, Sarah flattened her tongue and began to lick upwards over Julie's clit.
Julie entwined her fingers in Sarah's hair, urging her silently to drive all thoughts from her brain for a short while. As Sarah licked, Julie felt her fingers probe, and she gasped with pleasure as Sarah drove a finger into her ass. Julie had had many partners over the years, mainly casual, but even with the semi-regular ones she never relaxed in the same way she did with Sarah. It was almost like she could read Julie's mind as to what she desired next. To prove that point, Julie felt a second finger in her ass and at the same time, two fingers from Sarah's other hand enter her pussy. She groaned as she was double penetrated as Sarah flicked and teased her clit that was on fire.
"Does that feel good having your cunt and ass used at the same time?" Sarah growled as she worked her fingers almost brutally. She knew this was what Julie craved. Julie's answer was a scream of animal pleasure as she orgasmed onto Sarah's fingers.
"That was wonderful as always short stuff, now it's my turn," Julie gasped once she had recovered her breath.
Julie lifted Sarah until she was sitting on the marble counter, and took a tea towel and wrapped it around Sarah's eyes, cutting out the light. "As this is your kitchen you must know everything in it," Julie laughed, and guided Sarah onto her back, the marble cool against her skin. "Time for me to be a master chef."
Sarah could hear Julie opening the fridge and then gasped as she felt something cold pass over her nipples. As she arched her back the sensation was repeated on her clit, causing her to shout out in shock. The coldness was gone as quickly as it came and was replaced with a finger that ran over her nipples and then her clit. Then the heat started, a gentle tickle at first that increased in intensity as whatever spice Julie had placed on her body started to be absorbed.
"Nothing like spicing up your love life is there?" Julie said softly as she fastened her lips over Sarah's left nipple, sucking hard. She then shifted to the right nipple sucking that clean as well. All the time the heat was building in Sarah's clit and spreading to her pussy as her labia began to tingle with even more intensity.
"Please Julie," Sarah almost sobbed.
"Please what?" Julie asked, her voice laced with humour as she watched Sarah squirm.
"My cunt," Sarah gasped, "it's on fire."
Sarah almost sobbed with relief as she felt something cold and runny smeared over her genitalia bringing instant relief. She felt Julie's tongue delving in and around her clit, teasing and licking.
"I do love yogurt," Julie laughed as tugged at Sarah's clit with her teeth.
The sensations running through Sarah's body shifted from temperature to pressure as Julie teased her body with feather touches through to her sharp teeth nibbling at her flesh. Sarah was a mass of tingling nerve endings as Julie started to lick. Like every muscle in her body, it was almost like her tongue was also highly developed as the intensity of her licking drove Sarah higher and higher.
She gasped as she felt something large being pushed inside, and the vision of the cucumber she had bought the day before popped into her head. As the vegetable drove in and out, Sarah arched up to meet Julie's thrusts, her nails scratching on the worktop. Julie must have sensed she was about to cum, as suddenly the cucumber was withdrawn from pussy leaving her feeling empty. Strong arms lifted her legs higher, and she felt the juice-covered vegetable pressed against her anal opening. Relaxing, Sarah allowed Julie to penetrate her, making her ass burn with pain. Julie's tongue returned to flicking and lapping at Sarah's clit sending her into orgasmic orbit.
Sarah looked around for something to cover her nakedness as she felt her heart rate slowly returning to normal, Julie on the other hand seemed unfazed about being naked as she padded to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Draining half, she ran the bottle between her breasts and looked at Sarah as she said, "So Short stuff, what the hell got you so worked up that you had to open Pandora's box?"
Everything came tumbling out in a rush as Sarah explained how Mitchie was fixated on Julie and was desperate to get in her bed. She told about the arguments, and how Mitchie had suddenly gone missing, and then she mentioned the ransom tape being the reason that had finally triggered the call. Julie's eyes turned from their normal bright blue to a dark slate grey, the rest of her face remained impassive like a statue chiselled from stone.
Julie transferred the file from the laptop to a phone that was in the package with her clothes and opened an encrypted chat program.
JC: Where is she?
AC: In the shower, why?
JC: Watch this.
Julie then transferred the video file and waited for a response.
AC: Shit
JC: Too fucking right. I will be there in 30 minutes.
Julie composed herself and turned to Sarah, "Don't worry Short Stuff I have a few leads I need to follow up. Michelle will be safe."
"Are you sure?" Sarah sobbed.
"I promise," Julie said as she left the house.
30 minutes later Julie stepped out of the taxi outside of Anna's flat and passed her on the steps.
"She is in bed and primed," Anna laughed, "and she has taken to pussy like a duck to water."
Julie smiled as she took the key from Anna and then travelled up in the old lift. Opening the door she heard Michelle shout from the bedroom, "Back already love, couldn't resist my pussy I guess. Well, I have kept it wet for you."
Julie stuck her head around the door and saw Michelle was true to her word. She was on her back, legs pulled up and her knees apart, with one set of fingers splaying her pussy lips while the other hand was gently fingering and teasing her clit.
"Hello Michelle, you have caused your mother a little bit of worry."
"Julie," Michelle purred, "you have come for me."
Julie just stared at Michelle in silence for a moment and then simply said, "Why?"
"Because I wanted you to be my first lesbian lover," Michelle said weakly.
"Well that ship has sailed," Julie said with a wry smile, "But I repeat my question...why?"
"So that you would love me like you love my mother," Michelle said almost desperately.
"Sex isn't love, and love isn't sex. Michelle I have loved you from the first day I held you in my arms at the church when you were christened. I will always love you and protect you, but not in the same way as I love your mother. You need to understand and accept that. Stop being a fucking idiot and go and beg your mother for forgiveness."
Julie didn't wait for a reply but instead walked from the room closing the door behind her.
Anna was standing by the lift and looked at Julie expectantly.
"You have done your job Anna, just let her down gently," Julie said softly.
"I was thinking of sticking around for a while if that's OK with you," Anna replied.
"Hurt her and you will answer to me," Julie said in the same tone but there was no mistaking the underlying menace in her tone.
Anna said nothing but quietly opened the door and went in search of her lover.
A couple of hours later Julie sat in Sarah's kitchen sipping her coffee as she reassured Sarah for the hundredth time.
"She will be home soon, don't worry, everything has been dealt with."
At that point, the doorbell rang and Julie heard Sarah shriek at the top of her voice, "MITCHIE."
There was movement and sobbing followed by Michelle saying, "I'm sorry Mum, I have been stupid..." There were more muffled sobs before Mitchie continued with, "... I would like you to meet my girlfriend Anna."
"Julie will be so pleased to see you," Sarah declared, wiping the tears of joy from her eyes, "she is in the kitchen." But when Sarah went through the room was empty with just Julie's coffee cup that was still steaming.
Propped against the cup was a note and written in Julie's flowing script was the message, "have a couple of things I need to deal with, see you soon, J xxx."
It was nearly six months later, and Sarah hadn't seen Julie since that day when she had reconciled with her daughter and met her new girlfriend. As she pushed the trolley around the shop, she picked up items and put them down again. Cooking for one was no fun. Mitchie had moved in with Anna, and although Sarah got a regular text from her daughter, they were too wrapped up in each other to spend much time with her. Just as she was starting to feel sorry for herself her trolley came to an abrupt halt as it was crashed into.
"Hey short stuff, your driving is rubbish, watch where you are going."
Sarah stared into Julie's smiling face and sighed. Her heart leapt with joy at first and she wanted to be happy but she couldn't get past the feeling that Julie would be here today, then gone tomorrow.
"You are back then? How long for this time? A brief fuck then vanish?" Sarah couldn't keep the bitterness and hurt out of her voice.
"Well things have changed a bit since I vanished last time. I am now unemployed, officially a lady of leisure." Sarah stared at Julie, not sure what to say so remained quiet. "I have been a little busy, bought a desert island called Pedro Mundo and have a few ideas for it but do have one major problem."
Sarah wanted to laugh, "only you could vanish for half a year and turn up announcing you have bought a desert island... but I am a sucker so what is this major problem?"
"Well," said Julie adopting a look that Sarah knew spelt mischief, "the main reason I told my employers for me leaving was that I want to settle down... but about that fuck, back to yours?"
Sarah couldn't help but laugh, this was the Julie she loved, totally incorrigible but sexy as hell. She knew she would no doubt get her heart broken again, but in many ways was worth it for the brief periods of pleasure she got from being in her arms.
Julie coughed as she half muttered to herself, "I should have done this many years ago back in Covent Garden." Sarah looked at Julie, at first confused but that turned into total shock and disbelief as Julie dropped to one knee, ignoring the shoppers milling past and gawking. "Sarah short stuff Lynch, will you make me the happiest woman in the world and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
Sarah looked at Julie, and with tears in her eyes replied...
*****
"I will find her and we will be together," Sarah heard her daughter scream. "I will track your lesbian lover down and she will have me as well, you mark my words, Mother."
Sarah sighed softly to herself as she closed the bedroom door, leaving her daughter in the big spare bed where she had lain in wait for Julie. From the noises she could hear emanating from the room, her daughter had clearly given up any pretence of hiding the fact she was masturbating and was in the full throes of an orgasm. Hearing her crying out Julie's name as she arched in climax tugged at Sarah's heart as she went downstairs to her kitchen with a leaden weight in the pit of her stomach.
On the board were the usual collection of business cards and flyers that most people have, along with the odd receipts and post-it notes with reminders scrawled on them. Finding the one she needed, Sarah carefully unpinned it and laid it on the countertop and stared at it for a moment. In large Embossed letting was the name 'Digital Optimisation Group' and then under in smaller printed script, 'a valued partner of Smith & McGill associates.' On the reverse was a number scrawled in beautiful flowing handwriting with the message "In case of emergency, J xxx"
Surely this would count as an emergency Sarah thought to herself, and she paused for a moment as she considered the words she was going to say and, closing her eyes, remembered how she had gotten this card nearly 10 years ago.
"Oh Julie, I don't ever want this to end," sighed Sarah softly as she swayed in time to the music that tinkled gently in the background.
"You got a family short stuff," Julie laughed as she gently caressed Sarah's naked bottom, "and a deal is a deal. I get you for two weeks they get you for the rest."
Sarah sighed again as she looked out onto the moonlit sand of the luxury Maldivian beach hut Julie had whisked her away to just under two weeks before. The place was truly paradise. Once a day a chef and his team would come over from the larger island and cook them a sumptuous banquet while his team would stock the large fridge with cold food for the next day. At the same time, others would clean discretely, make the well-used bed and replenish the variety of drinks fridges that were dotted around. They would also take any washing, though there was very little as this was the only time of the day for a couple of hours when the pair wore any clothing. In fact, they only dressed at Sarah's insistence, as Julie would have quite happily stayed naked, a state to which she returned as soon as the catering boat had moved away from the tiny jetty.
The days were spent diving in the crystal-clear sea as they explored the reefs and giggled together like small children at the antics of the tiny fish that inhabited the coral. Emerging from the water, their bodies sleek and tanned all over with no white patches, they would walk hand in hand back to the beach hut. For the first few days when they paused for a light lunch Sarah would reach for her phone to try to look up the name of a fish. As she waited, tutting under her breath for the page to load, Julie's gentle laughter would break the silence as it dawned on Sarah there was no internet.
"Which fish are you interested in short stuff?" Julie asked softly as she moved to lean over Sarah's shoulder, staring at the blank screen like it would give some clue.
"All of them really, but there was one that was really cute, its face painted like it had lipstick on."
"The one that tried to chase you away?" laughed Julie.
Sarah watched intently as Julie closed her eyes for a moment before she spoke, and Sarah knew that this was a precursor to a weird skill that she knew her lover had, the skill to recall just about anything she had seen or read.
"The Lagoon Triggerfish, or round here more commonly called the Picasso fish because of its abstract colourings. Will grow to around 10 inches, is extremely territorial and tends to be found in the sandy parts of reefs, swimming around actively and generally found in more shallow parts of reefs, where there are rocks for it to hide away in. It's the official fish of the state of Hawaii, where it is called the Humu-Humu."
Then as she paused Sarah missed the twinkle in Julie's eye that was normally the signal of some outrageous lie.
"And if it chases you away from its home while moving its tail from side to side aggressively then it is normally a sign that..."
Julie paused as Sarah said impatiently, "...a sign of what?"
"That the person being chased is clearly a lesbian dyke masquerading as a respectable married woman."
Sarah laughed as Julie kissed her, the soft kiss turning more passionate as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Julie was still behind and caressing Sarah's breasts making the nipples stiffen under her skilled fingers. Then sliding round she knelt between Sarah's thighs and kissed each of her erect nipples in turn. The kiss became more lingering, and Julie started to suckle on one, her strong mouth pulling the nipple into her mouth. Stroking Julie's hair Sarah was reminded of the times she had nursed her daughter Michelle though those days were long past as she was now in senior school.
Julie's sucking had now turned to teeth and Sarah felt the sharp nips that were almost painful but not quite, then the caress of her tongue that was like a tiny snake. From her nipples, Julie's tongue had begun its wandering journey around her body. Sarah loved the way Julie's mouth worked on her flesh, finding every sensitive spot that she would tease and excite until she was a quivering mass of nerve endings. Only when Sarah thought she would explode would Julie home in on her pussy, which by then was flooded with juices.
As Julie's tongue flickered across her clit, Sarah let out a loud moan and murmured words of encouragement as she tried to open her legs wider. Sarah ran her fingers through her lover's hair murmuring words of encouragement as Julie's tongue delved into places Sarah didn't even know she had.
Sarah wasn't aware when Julie slipped two fingers inside her soaking pussy until she felt the pressure on her g-spot as Julie tugged and teased her clit. As her orgasm exploded, Julie pulled her fingers from Sarah's pussy and clamped her mouth over her opening and sucked her juices into her belly. As so many times before, Sarah knew she had squirted and Julie was the only person capable of bringing her to this level of pleasure.
Afterwards, Julie held Sarah in her strong arms letting her come back to earth. Dreamily Sarah said, "what would I do without you?"
"Oh, I am sure an experienced dyke like you would soon be able to fill the other side of your bed when your husband wasn't around.
"There is one thing that has always worried me," said Sarah as she rolled onto her back, "I see you once a year, how would I contact you in an emergency?"
"An emergency like what?" Julie laughed, "your pussy needing licking?"
"Don't be daft," Sarah scolded, "say something happened to Michelle."
Julie said nothing for a moment before she rolled out of bed and padded naked across the room to her purse. Fishing out a card she returned to the bed and handed it to Sarah. "Use in an emergency," Julie said sagely and then pushed Sarah onto her back straddling her shoulders. "Now lick me until I scream, unless you have gone straight again."
Sarah laughed as she bent her head up and started to lick and probe, just as Julie had taught her.
Sarah rolled the card between her fingers as she held the telephone in her other hand, debating in her head the words she needed to say and then slowly, almost reluctantly, dialling the number. As she listened to the ringing tone waiting for an answer, Julie's words echoed in her brain.
"Just make sure it's a real emergency Short Stuff, as this number is a proper Pandora's box. There is no putting the genie back in the bottle as it will involve my employers, and they will want to know what is going on."
As a sudden surge of nerves hit her stomach, the call was answered and a voice chimed, "Dee Oh Gee how may I direct your call?"
Without speaking, Sarah slammed the phone back into its cradle and stared at it like it was about to explode. Grabbing her bag, she decided she would speak with Mitchie when she got home from work. It was something she needed to resolve with her daughter and then let Julie make a decision if required.
The next few months followed the same pattern. Sarah would arrive home to either find her daughter locked in her bedroom working on her laptop trying to find out who Julie was, or questioning her for details about this person. That nearly always ended up in a shouting match, as Michelle would accuse her mother of withholding information or lying to her.
"You are just jealous," Michelle sobbed, "she is single...I think I am single. We have more right to be together than you cheating on Dad."
Sarah was at a loss trying to understand her daughter's infatuation with Julie and tried to steer her away, but this just made Michelle even more determined to track Julie down. The mention of her husband tugged at her heart, as since his death from COVID complications Mitchie had become angry at the drop of a hat.
That evening Sarah arrived home after a long and tortuous day at the accounting office and didn't really have the stomach for a heart-to-heart with Mitchie but knew she had to sooner or later. What had made matters worse was an anonymous mail with the message, "For fuck's sake tell her to stop poking about." Sarah knew exactly who it was from and had a pretty good idea what had triggered it. Her thought was confirmed when the mail concluded with, "Sorry about John he was a good man."
"Mitchie," she yelled up the stairs, "get your butt down here young lady, we need to talk."
Sarah's yells were met with stony silence and, stomping up the stairs with anger rising inside, Sarah threw open Mitchie's bedroom door in a fit of anger without even bothering to knock, ready to give her daughter a piece of her mind. The sight that greeted her made her heart sink as she saw that cupboard doors had been left open, drawers half-closed and clear evidence that Mitchie had left, taking her most treasured possessions with her.
Mitchie was furious as she sat in the taxi, staring out of the window as the buildings flashed by her mind in turmoil as she recalled the events of the past few weeks. How dare her mother question her desire to be seduced by the same woman with whom she herself was having a lesbian affair. She was 21 and perfectly entitled to live her own life as she saw fit and sleep with whoever she chose. Her father would have understood, but he wasn't here anymore. Instead, what she had to do now was track down this mystery woman, her godmother, who she knew very little about.
Unbeknown to her mother, over the past few months she had trawled every place on the net she could think about and drew blanks everywhere. Then it dawned on her that what she needed was not to try to find this mystery woman, but to get the mystery woman to come to her.
She needed a base to work from and she knew that home would not work, especially if the plan she was hatching in her head was to work. First, she fired off a text to an old college friend and then diverted the taxi to a run-down hotel as there were things she needed to do in private.
A few hours later Michelle had checked out of the hotel, happy with what she had achieved, and was sitting in the back of the taxi when her phone buzzed. On answering, she heard the tinkling voice of Annabel from college, or Anna as she preferred to be called. Anna was a tiny anglo-Chinese girl, and they had become firm friends when Anna had started at the college where Mitchie was already a first-year student. Although she was a couple of years older than Mitchie she appeared to be like a small bird who needed protecting, and Mitchie had happily taken her under her wing. Mitchie was a little lost as her best friend Jenny had returned to her native California leaving Mitchie with just memories of their secret masturbation session when they were drunken teenagers.
Anna had a small loft apartment in an old building in a part of town that bordered Chinatown but wasn't quite part of it. The area wasn't fashionable enough for the money to move in but wasn't that rough to have gang shootings on the corner, though the trouble was just around the block. Anna had always offered to put her up any time she needed a place to crash and she had happily agreed to Mitchie's request to be allowed to stay there for a few days.
Mitchie stood outside the apartment door, her heart still racing slightly from the nerve-wracking ride in the open lift that had creaked and juddered all the way to the 8th floor. Mitchie became more and more certain that at any moment the cable would snap and she would plunge to the ground to be smashed to pieces.
Anna opened the door with a cheery smile and flung her arms around Mitchie, holding her close. "Welcome to my little home," Anna said cheerfully in her sweet tinkling accent as she let go and whirled around, gesturing at the loft apartment with a wave of her hand.
The apartment was massive and split up by screens that semi-divided each area between sitting, sleeping and eating. The screens themselves were works of art, with tiny drawings that on close inspection conveyed the theme of the next area you were entering. They were so small that at first glance you would have missed what they portrayed. On one screen there were exquisitely detailed pictures of people seated at a table eating, indicating that the next area was the dining kitchen, and on another the tiny scenes were extremely pornographic, showing bodies entwined in various acts of lovemaking.
Mitchie was not only conscious of the sweet smell of jasmine filling the air, but the fact that the beautiful silk kimono Anna wore barely covered her ass and had come undone slightly, allowing Mitchie to get a full view of her tiny breasts. Mitchie could feel herself getting slightly wet as her lesbian thoughts began to surface, and for a brief second wondered what Anna would look like naked. She didn't have to wonder for very long as Anna shrugged off the kimono and stood nude as she searched in her drawers for clothes. Mitchie gulped as Anna stood and bent at the waist, her ass staring straight at Mitchie, with her pudenda on clear display. It was a huge disappointment when Anna wiggled into a string thong that left her pert buttocks showing, the string vanishing between the clefts of her cheeks and neatly splitting her pussy lips. Spinning around Anna held up two tops, one in each hand. The one held in her right was bright pink with Chinese dragons embroidered all over it and the other a more muted pastel plain brown tee shirt.
"So do you prefer pink or brown?" Anna asked her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Mitchie knew that this was her moment to make a decision. On the one hand, she wanted to explore her lesbian feelings, but on the other she wanted her first lover to be Julie, her mother's best friend. Anna had never openly said that she was lesbian, but Mitchie had always had the feeling that perhaps she had leanings that way as she would often refer to her falling out with her parents being down to not finding a nice boy to settle down with. The way in which her pretty Asian face would crinkle up when she said 'boy' always had Mitchie wondering if she didn't like boys, but they had never talked further.
Before Mitchie could answer, Anna threw them both on the floor and, with a peal of laughter, grabbed a white top with the words "taste the rainbow' emblazoned across the chest.
"This I think for now," she said, as she pulled it over her naked breasts and smoothed it down to just over her hips, finishing off her outfit with a pair of black jeans that were so tight they looked like they had been sprayed on.
As they were about to leave Anna's phone buzzed with a message, and although she didn't recognise the number she knew exactly who it was from. It was in response to her message earlier following Michelle's text and simply said, "green light." Smiling to herself, Anna licked her lips in anticipation of the tasty treats to come.
If there were any questions in Michelle's mind about Anna's sexual preferences then that evening dispelled them. She was very firmly a lesbian. For a start, if the name of the club 'the Pink Pussy' wasn't making it obvious, the sign on the door that stated 'women only' confirmed it. Under the sign some wag had added, "no straights will be allowed to leave straight."
Mitchie giggled as she read that and said to Anna, "Does that include me?"
Anna laughed, "It would if you were straight, but we both know that's not true."
Michelle looked at Anna who returned her gaze with an inscrutable expression. "Well?" She smiled, "are you going to deny you aren't lusting after pussy."
Michelle said nothing but thought to herself, "yes but it's just one particular pussy that I want."
Entering the club Mitchie found herself plunged into a world she had only really imagined. Anna stood very close to her as she whispered in her ear, "You get every type in here." As the pair scanned the room Anna pointed out the lipstick lesbians who were very femme and the weekend lesbians who were straights trying out the other side. "A lot of the weekenders are married and the bull dykes prey on them."
Mitchie watched as a short-haired well-built woman approached a pair of women chatting near the bar. There was a brief discussion and one of the pair stepped away, leaving the other and the bull dyke together. Mitchie could only read the body language, but it was clear the feminine woman was captivated by the bull dyke, and Mitchie could feel her breathing shorten as she watched the dyke reach under the woman's short skirt. By the way her arm moved she was touching her, and then the dyke took the woman by the arm and led her away into the darkness of the club.
"Turning you on?" said Anna into Mitchie's ear as her tongue darted in. "Couple of bulls eyeing you up... can introduce you if you want. Shelia is a devil with a strap-on," nodding at the cropped blonde-haired woman.
As the crop-haired dyke smiled like a shark and started to move across the room, Mitchie started to panic. In an attempt to ward off her impending advances, Mitchie pulled Anna onto the dance floor but Shelia seemed undeterred, so Mitchie grabbed Anna and kissed her deeply.
Anna was a little surprised, but responded by poking her tongue into Mitchie's mouth and caressing her ass through the thin material of Mitchie's summer dress. Anna could see that Shelia had turned away in disappointment, but decided to keep Mitchie close, so as she broke the kiss she whispered in her ear, "she has gone for now, but we had better make sure she thinks we are together."
Mitchie was about to ask how they could do that when her question was answered by Anna caressing her pussy through the material. The pair ground against each other as they danced to the music, their breasts rubbing through the thin material of their tops making their nipples stand out. Trapped between them, Anna's hand was stimulating Mitchie who had started to grind against the hand. Mitchie's movements became more intense as her orgasm started to build, and although she was in a crowded club she knew she was too far gone to stop.
Anna had stepped back a fraction and allowed Mitchie to fuck herself on her hand, totally oblivious to her surroundings. Anna had slipped her hand under Mitchie's dress and was teasing her pussy through her panties. A pair of stranger's hands came from behind Mitchie and started to roll her erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. At the same time, Anna felt a strong pair of arms slide around her waist and a hand push down her waistband to touch her soaking pussy.
"Who's the new girl," said a voice in Anna's ear. Anna knew straight away it was Coral, who whilst not a bull dyke was very much a Domme who loved new young pussy.
"Protected," Anna said softly, leaning back and kissing Coral while still stimulating Mitchie who was moments away from cumming.
"Oh really?" said Coral pushing her hand further down, ignoring the waistband cutting into her wrist and sliding a finger into Anna's wetness.
"Protected by her," Anna said, and heard Coral curse softly as she removed her hand. Then she held it to her nose and inhaled deeply, "so sweet Anna, I must have you again...soon." Coral held the juice-covered finger to Mitchie's lips who was so far gone she sucked on the finger like a baby suckling on her mother's teat. Anna felt Mitchie flood through her panties as she came hard on her hand, but as Mitchie had stopped moving Anna increased her intensity keeping Mitchie at the peak of her orgasm.
Leading her to a dark corner Anna calmly reached under Mitchie's' dress and pulled her sodden panties down allowing her to step out of them. Before Mitchie could object, Anna drove two fingers deep into her pussy. Mitchie's loud moan was drowned out by the music, and Anna pressed her body close to Mitchie as she worked her stiff fingers, not giving Mitchie any respite as she started to build her to another orgasm.
Mitchie's head was spinning as suddenly Anna dropped to her knees, her probing fingers replaced by a tongue that was dancing over her over-sensitive clit. Some women nearby ignored them while others openly watched and smiled. Mitchie found being watched was a huge turn on, and lifting her dress higher she made sure that all could see Anna buried between her thighs. As Anna teased her clit to the point that Mitchie thought she would burst, she felt Anna reinsert two fingers that she twisted and probed inside. Like a damn bursting inside, Mitchie screamed as she flooded into Anna's eager mouth. Mitchie was trembling on an orgasmic high as Anna smoothed her dress down and supported her to a nearby booth. Two drinks appeared as women thanked them for the show and offered to take part if either or both were interested.
"How are you feeling?" Anna said, her arm around Mitchie's shoulders.
"Fantastic," said Mitchie dreamily as she kissed Anna, "and I want to return the favour."
"When we get home," Anna replied with a smile.
"No time like the present," Mitchie said with a laugh as she jumped to her feet and tugged at Anna's hand eager to learn more.
It was a short car ride from the club to Anna's loft but Mitchie couldn't keep her hands to herself as she fondled Anna's body before grabbing Anna's hand and placing it under her dress against her naked pussy.
"Finger my cunt," Mitchie hissed, locking eyes with the female driver in the rearview mirror. Pulling her dress up higher, Mitchie made sure the driver got a good view of her naked sex and groaned loudly as Anna pushed two fingers inside her. With her thumb pressed against Mitchie's clit and her already heightened sexual arousal, it didn't take long for Mitchie to orgasm yet again.
"No charge," laughed the driver as they pulled up outside Anna's apartment, "and if you want a third I am quite happy to knock off early."
Anna looked at Mitchie who was almost vibrating with sexual tension and laughed softly, "next time perhaps, but tonight will be her first night of tasting pussy and I want it to be mine only."
The driver laughed loudly, "shame but fully understand. You two have fun and hope to see you again."
Once inside the apartment Mitchie started tearing at Anna's clothes off wanting her naked as quickly as possible. Anna held up her arms to allow Mitchie to remove her tee shirt, but once it was over Anna's head it revealed her small breasts. Mitchie ignored her undressing of Anna and started to chew and lick her rock-hard nipples while attacking the fastening of her jeans and pulling them down. In a tangle of arms and legs, Anna found herself pushed onto the bed, and as she pulled the shirt off Mitchie tore off her jeans and threw them across the room. Pausing for a brief moment, Mitchie pulled her dress off and stood over Anna, feasting her eyes on her body. Anna smiled up at Mitchie and opened her legs before splaying her pussy lips open to reveal her inner pinkness. "Feast on me," she said huskily.
Mitchie had always dreamt that the first pussy she would ever taste would be Julie's, but that thought was far from her mind as she looked at Anna. The aroma of Anna's arousal was strong in her nostrils, which she savoured for a moment before taking a long lick along her folds. The taste on her tongue was like the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted, and she licked her lips before taking another long lick at Anna. Mitchie had only ever licked pussy in her mind before, an act she had rehearsed a thousand times, but now she could put those thoughts into practise.
Anna was amazed. She was expecting the tentative licking of a virgin, the hesitancy of the uninitiated, but instead what she was experiencing was better than some of the lesbian lovers she had known. Anna could feel her clit being tugged and teased before being tongue lashed in a series of strong licks. She felt Mitchie's fingers enter her with ease and wiggle around as she searched for her spot. As Mitchie's digits pressed, Anna let out a long groan of pleasure to encourage her to continue.
The noise from Anna was music to Mitchie's ears, and she knew she had her fingers in the right place. Caressing the spot she rolled and flicked her tongue over Anna's clit until she was rewarded with Anna arching up off the bed in a screaming climax. The volume of juice coming from Anna increased, filling Mitchie's mouth, which she swallowed with enthusiasm. As Anna started to come down, Mitchie removed her fingers and clamped her mouth over Anna's pulsating sex and sucked, while at the same time she pushed her juice-soaked finger fully into Anna's ass drawing a moan of pleasure.
Anna twisted herself free and manoeuvred her supple body until she scissored her legs between Mitchie's, pressing their pussies together. As she started to grind into Mitchie she used her hands to grip Mitchie's body and pull it tighter against her.
The feelings were so intense Mitchie found herself clawing at Anna's body as she panted and ground her sex against Anna's. The friction drove both of them to the same peak of climax, and with yells and screams of pleasure, they simultaneously orgasmed, their juices mixing together in a cocktail of love.
Sated for now, the pair didn't move. Holding hands, they fell into a semi-comatose sleep of post-orgasm euphoria. As she drifted off Mitchie murmured, "I think I love you Anna."
Michelle had been gone for two weeks without a word, when Sarah received an email allegedly from Michelle. There was no message content but simply an attachment that had been sent to her with the email that said, 'watch in private and tell no one but you know who.' The scene that unfolded left Sarah speechless as Mitchie's tear-stained face appeared on the screen.
"Mum, please, you have to help," Mitchie sobbed, as she struggled to move her hands from behind her back, "They have said that unless she comes to take my place they will kill me, please Mum, you have to contact her."
Sarah felt her world crumbling as she watched her daughter stare off-screen with terror in her eyes at some unseen person before the screen went blank.
After a brief pause, Sarah tore the card from the board, and with trembling fingers dialled the number listening to the ring.
"Dee Oh Gee how may I direct your call?"
"I need to speak with Julie," Sarah gasped into the phone, "it's an emergency."
"Certainly Madam," said the calm British voice, "What is this Julie's last name?"
Sarah went cold, she had no idea what Julie's real last name was. Sure she had seen the variety of passports, and any one of those could have been real, but as to which one to say her mind was blank.
"Hello madam?" the voice pierced Sarah's panicked brain.
"I don't know her last name, just put me through to the one who works for you."
The voice at the other end of the phone changed and became cold, "It doesn't work like that Madam, You need the full name. May I suggest you call back when you have that?"
Sarah found herself staring at the phone which was emitting the tone showing the call had been terminated. Squeezing the phone hard like it would give her inspiration, Sarah racked her brains for anything that Julie may have said over the years that many have given a clue to her last name. As her eyes scanned the kitchen in a blind panic they came to rest on a tin shaped like a dog that barked when you lifted its head to get its contents. Julie had bought it for her many years ago and Sarah remembered opening it and could hear Julie's words in her brain.
"We call them biscuits, you call them cookies. So when you put it into your words you will always know the real me."
The flash of realisation hit Sarah like a bolt of lightning and tearing the phone off its cradle frantically dialled the number secure in the knowledge she knew Julie's last name.
This time there was no ringing sound just the steady burr of no such number. Muttering to herself that she must have misdialled, Sarah tried again more slowly but met the same no such number response. Ringing the operator Sarah checked and was politely informed that the number she was trying to dial was unallocated, and as far as they could see had never been used.
Sarah collapsed sobbing as for once in her life she honestly didn't know what to do next.
For the rest of the week Sarah operated in a daze, and on Friday she left for work as normal. As she walked carefully down the steps from their midtown house her nostrils were assailed by the smell coming from an old woman who was searching through the bin next to her car as she had been for the last few mornings, though this was the first time Sarah had been actually close enough to smell her.
"Any loose change?" the old hag croaked holding out a dirty grime-encrusted hand, "haven't eaten in days so please help."
Sarah knew she should just walk past and ignore as most people would, but something Julie had once said about looking after the 'little people' stuck in her head. Fumbling in her bag for her purse the old woman croaked, "if you don't have any change a bit of pussy licking after a nice hot shower wouldn't go amiss... short stuff."
The words of rebuke froze on Sarah's lips as she heard her nickname that only one person in the world ever called her that.
"Julie?... Oh my god is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. Been watching your place for a few days hoping to catch a few minutes with that fool daughter of yours who has been poking about the internet looking for information about me setting off alarm bells all over the place. Then Monday I get a call from the office saying you were all frantic and needed to speak to me, so here I am."
Sarah was speechless as she let Julie into the house who just smiled as she said, "I would say give us a kiss but I really do need to shower. Be a love a call this number and just say 'the banshee has arrived and needs her package'." Laughing softly, she walked upstairs to the main bathroom leaving Sarah holding a grubby scrap of paper with a number scrawled on it.
Calling the number, Sarah was greeted with 'Wong's Chinese Laundry', and after giving them the message the phone went dead. Ten minutes later, with Julie still upstairs in the shower, there was a ring on the bell and a young Chinese boy presented her with a brown paper parcel tied up with string. Sarah took it and placed it on the kitchen worktop and stared at it like it was a bomb that was about to explode, wondering what the hell it contained.
"Ah good, my laundry has arrived and you will need to get rid of these, I won't be needing them anymore."
Sarah turned to see Julie standing in the doorway fully naked and totally at ease with the fact she was nude. In her hand she had a black bin bag that she assumed contained the stinking rags that Julie had previously been dressed in. Sarah let her gaze run over Julie's naked body and could feel her nipples harden and her pussy get damp as she took in the vision of Julie's large firm breasts that still had no sag to them. Letting her gaze run down from the large brown nipples that were standing erect, Sarah could see her taut belly led down to what looked like a freshly shaved pussy.
Julie followed Sarah's gaze and laughed, "nicked a disposable razor, hope you don't mind but was starting to get a bit bushy down there."
"Well best I check you haven't missed any then," said Sarah in a throaty voice as she started to divest herself of her work clothes. She would phone later to tell work she was sick and also knew that she should be talking about her missing daughter, but right now only one thing was on her mind, and that was standing in front of her. Any thoughts of focussing elsewhere as Julie opened her legs and ran a finger through her own pussy lips before bringing it to her mouth.
"Missed me?" Said Sarah, as she watched Julie lick her finger.
"By the taste, I think so, but you would be the better judge...unless you have forgotten how."
Sarah sank to her knees and parted Julie's thighs, running her hands over Julie's muscled flanks. Running her tongue up through Julie's folds she tasted her sweet nectar with the tip of her tongue, savouring it like a fine wine. It was a taste that always evoked both joy and sadness in equal measure. Joy because this was the familiar taste of the only woman she had ever loved, and sadness because she knew it would be for a brief period of time only. To drive the melancholy from her mind, Sarah flattened her tongue and began to lick upwards over Julie's clit.
Julie entwined her fingers in Sarah's hair, urging her silently to drive all thoughts from her brain for a short while. As Sarah licked, Julie felt her fingers probe, and she gasped with pleasure as Sarah drove a finger into her ass. Julie had had many partners over the years, mainly casual, but even with the semi-regular ones she never relaxed in the same way she did with Sarah. It was almost like she could read Julie's mind as to what she desired next. To prove that point, Julie felt a second finger in her ass and at the same time, two fingers from Sarah's other hand enter her pussy. She groaned as she was double penetrated as Sarah flicked and teased her clit that was on fire.
"Does that feel good having your cunt and ass used at the same time?" Sarah growled as she worked her fingers almost brutally. She knew this was what Julie craved. Julie's answer was a scream of animal pleasure as she orgasmed onto Sarah's fingers.
"That was wonderful as always short stuff, now it's my turn," Julie gasped once she had recovered her breath.
Julie lifted Sarah until she was sitting on the marble counter, and took a tea towel and wrapped it around Sarah's eyes, cutting out the light. "As this is your kitchen you must know everything in it," Julie laughed, and guided Sarah onto her back, the marble cool against her skin. "Time for me to be a master chef."
Sarah could hear Julie opening the fridge and then gasped as she felt something cold pass over her nipples. As she arched her back the sensation was repeated on her clit, causing her to shout out in shock. The coldness was gone as quickly as it came and was replaced with a finger that ran over her nipples and then her clit. Then the heat started, a gentle tickle at first that increased in intensity as whatever spice Julie had placed on her body started to be absorbed.
"Nothing like spicing up your love life is there?" Julie said softly as she fastened her lips over Sarah's left nipple, sucking hard. She then shifted to the right nipple sucking that clean as well. All the time the heat was building in Sarah's clit and spreading to her pussy as her labia began to tingle with even more intensity.
"Please Julie," Sarah almost sobbed.
"Please what?" Julie asked, her voice laced with humour as she watched Sarah squirm.
"My cunt," Sarah gasped, "it's on fire."
Sarah almost sobbed with relief as she felt something cold and runny smeared over her genitalia bringing instant relief. She felt Julie's tongue delving in and around her clit, teasing and licking.
"I do love yogurt," Julie laughed as tugged at Sarah's clit with her teeth.
The sensations running through Sarah's body shifted from temperature to pressure as Julie teased her body with feather touches through to her sharp teeth nibbling at her flesh. Sarah was a mass of tingling nerve endings as Julie started to lick. Like every muscle in her body, it was almost like her tongue was also highly developed as the intensity of her licking drove Sarah higher and higher.
She gasped as she felt something large being pushed inside, and the vision of the cucumber she had bought the day before popped into her head. As the vegetable drove in and out, Sarah arched up to meet Julie's thrusts, her nails scratching on the worktop. Julie must have sensed she was about to cum, as suddenly the cucumber was withdrawn from pussy leaving her feeling empty. Strong arms lifted her legs higher, and she felt the juice-covered vegetable pressed against her anal opening. Relaxing, Sarah allowed Julie to penetrate her, making her ass burn with pain. Julie's tongue returned to flicking and lapping at Sarah's clit sending her into orgasmic orbit.
Sarah looked around for something to cover her nakedness as she felt her heart rate slowly returning to normal, Julie on the other hand seemed unfazed about being naked as she padded to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Draining half, she ran the bottle between her breasts and looked at Sarah as she said, "So Short stuff, what the hell got you so worked up that you had to open Pandora's box?"
Everything came tumbling out in a rush as Sarah explained how Mitchie was fixated on Julie and was desperate to get in her bed. She told about the arguments, and how Mitchie had suddenly gone missing, and then she mentioned the ransom tape being the reason that had finally triggered the call. Julie's eyes turned from their normal bright blue to a dark slate grey, the rest of her face remained impassive like a statue chiselled from stone.
Julie transferred the file from the laptop to a phone that was in the package with her clothes and opened an encrypted chat program.
JC: Where is she?
AC: In the shower, why?
JC: Watch this.
Julie then transferred the video file and waited for a response.
AC: Shit
JC: Too fucking right. I will be there in 30 minutes.
Julie composed herself and turned to Sarah, "Don't worry Short Stuff I have a few leads I need to follow up. Michelle will be safe."
"Are you sure?" Sarah sobbed.
"I promise," Julie said as she left the house.
30 minutes later Julie stepped out of the taxi outside of Anna's flat and passed her on the steps.
"She is in bed and primed," Anna laughed, "and she has taken to pussy like a duck to water."
Julie smiled as she took the key from Anna and then travelled up in the old lift. Opening the door she heard Michelle shout from the bedroom, "Back already love, couldn't resist my pussy I guess. Well, I have kept it wet for you."
Julie stuck her head around the door and saw Michelle was true to her word. She was on her back, legs pulled up and her knees apart, with one set of fingers splaying her pussy lips while the other hand was gently fingering and teasing her clit.
"Hello Michelle, you have caused your mother a little bit of worry."
"Julie," Michelle purred, "you have come for me."
Julie just stared at Michelle in silence for a moment and then simply said, "Why?"
"Because I wanted you to be my first lesbian lover," Michelle said weakly.
"Well that ship has sailed," Julie said with a wry smile, "But I repeat my question...why?"
"So that you would love me like you love my mother," Michelle said almost desperately.
"Sex isn't love, and love isn't sex. Michelle I have loved you from the first day I held you in my arms at the church when you were christened. I will always love you and protect you, but not in the same way as I love your mother. You need to understand and accept that. Stop being a fucking idiot and go and beg your mother for forgiveness."
Julie didn't wait for a reply but instead walked from the room closing the door behind her.
Anna was standing by the lift and looked at Julie expectantly.
"You have done your job Anna, just let her down gently," Julie said softly.
"I was thinking of sticking around for a while if that's OK with you," Anna replied.
"Hurt her and you will answer to me," Julie said in the same tone but there was no mistaking the underlying menace in her tone.
Anna said nothing but quietly opened the door and went in search of her lover.
A couple of hours later Julie sat in Sarah's kitchen sipping her coffee as she reassured Sarah for the hundredth time.
"She will be home soon, don't worry, everything has been dealt with."
At that point, the doorbell rang and Julie heard Sarah shriek at the top of her voice, "MITCHIE."
There was movement and sobbing followed by Michelle saying, "I'm sorry Mum, I have been stupid..." There were more muffled sobs before Mitchie continued with, "... I would like you to meet my girlfriend Anna."
"Julie will be so pleased to see you," Sarah declared, wiping the tears of joy from her eyes, "she is in the kitchen." But when Sarah went through the room was empty with just Julie's coffee cup that was still steaming.
Propped against the cup was a note and written in Julie's flowing script was the message, "have a couple of things I need to deal with, see you soon, J xxx."
It was nearly six months later, and Sarah hadn't seen Julie since that day when she had reconciled with her daughter and met her new girlfriend. As she pushed the trolley around the shop, she picked up items and put them down again. Cooking for one was no fun. Mitchie had moved in with Anna, and although Sarah got a regular text from her daughter, they were too wrapped up in each other to spend much time with her. Just as she was starting to feel sorry for herself her trolley came to an abrupt halt as it was crashed into.
"Hey short stuff, your driving is rubbish, watch where you are going."
Sarah stared into Julie's smiling face and sighed. Her heart leapt with joy at first and she wanted to be happy but she couldn't get past the feeling that Julie would be here today, then gone tomorrow.
"You are back then? How long for this time? A brief fuck then vanish?" Sarah couldn't keep the bitterness and hurt out of her voice.
"Well things have changed a bit since I vanished last time. I am now unemployed, officially a lady of leisure." Sarah stared at Julie, not sure what to say so remained quiet. "I have been a little busy, bought a desert island called Pedro Mundo and have a few ideas for it but do have one major problem."
Sarah wanted to laugh, "only you could vanish for half a year and turn up announcing you have bought a desert island... but I am a sucker so what is this major problem?"
"Well," said Julie adopting a look that Sarah knew spelt mischief, "the main reason I told my employers for me leaving was that I want to settle down... but about that fuck, back to yours?"
Sarah couldn't help but laugh, this was the Julie she loved, totally incorrigible but sexy as hell. She knew she would no doubt get her heart broken again, but in many ways was worth it for the brief periods of pleasure she got from being in her arms.
Julie coughed as she half muttered to herself, "I should have done this many years ago back in Covent Garden." Sarah looked at Julie, at first confused but that turned into total shock and disbelief as Julie dropped to one knee, ignoring the shoppers milling past and gawking. "Sarah short stuff Lynch, will you make me the happiest woman in the world and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
Sarah looked at Julie, and with tears in her eyes replied...
The End
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