Tales From The Bar. No. 6. free porn video

It was a lovely evening but there was a chill in the air. The first hint that summer was giving way to autumn. It had been a lovely day with warm sunshine but now the evening had taken over as the shadows lengthened.

Lizzie was on her way to the Thursday social at the local pub. She’d started going fairly early on and it had now become a regular part of her week and one she looked forward to. As she walked, she was lost in her own thoughts and it took some time for the noise of an argument to penetrate. She walked on, her ears now seeking out the location of the problem.

She heard a woman’s voice, small and timid, almost pleading, repeating, “No,” and, “Stop,” over and over. The lower tones of a man’s voice, quieter and sounding slightly threatening, could also be heard. Lizzie quickened her pace.

Turning the corner, she saw two figures against a blank wall of an old factory. She slowed slightly to give her time to assess what was going on. It may, after all, just be some teenage hi-jinks. As she got closer it became clear that this was not a game. A woman, no, a more a girl, was being held against the wall by a much larger man. The woman was struggling, and not in a way that suggested she was playing.

“OI!” shouted Lizzie, “What the fuck is going on?”

The sudden outburst and her now rapid approach took the man by surprise and she was with them by the time it registered. He let go of the girl and retreated before wheeling round and walking off rapidly.

“Fucking bitches!” was his parting comment.

Lizzie ignored him as she was more concerned about the girl who had all but collapsed, sliding down the wall to sit on her haunches. Lizzie dropped to her knees next to the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked, in as soft a voice as she could manage.

The girl looked up and, at first, seemed startled that her rescuer was a woman and then visibly relaxed. She managed to nod and attempted a faint smile before she looked anxiously up and down the street.

“It’s okay,” Lizzie assured her, “he ran off.”

The girl turned her attention back to Lizzie and managed a, “Thanks,” in a voice that quavered with relief.

Lizzie didn’t want to leave her on her own, so she pushed herself upright and held out a hand. “Come on,” she said, “let’s get you somewhere warm and safe. I’m meeting some women friends at the pub. You’ll be safe there.”

With a struggle, and with help from Lizzie, the girl managed to get to her feet. It was obvious that she was still very shaken and was suffering from shock, so Lizzie linked arms with her and supported her as they slowly walked the hundred yards to the pub.

“I’m Lizzie, by the way.”

“Thank you so much,” she managed to say, “I was getting quite scared back there.”

“Well, he’s gone now and I’m here. And you are…?”

“Sorry, I’m Kat.”

“That was one of your nine lives then,” joked Lizzie, trying to lighten the mood. “Nearly there,” she announced as they found themselves outside the door to the pub.

Skilfully Lizzie steered Kat through the front bar and into the back room. They were both as relieved as each other to be greeted by a sea of female faces. Kat was guided to a chair next to one of the small tables. She still looked pale and about to faint. Lizzie glanced over at the group of women and was pleased to see Carol, Jess and Naomi sitting together. She patted Kat on the hand and went over to speak to the girls.

“Can one of you go and sit with her?” she asked in a whisper, “I want to go get us both a drink. I’ll explain everything later. Her name’s Kat by the way.”

“No problem,” they chorused and all three got up and walked over to Kat’s table. Lizzie headed for the bar to find Dana already waiting behind it with one quizzical eyebrow raised.

“A brandy please,” said Lizzie ignoring Dana’s unspoken question. “Fuck it, make that two, I need one as well?”

“So, what’s happened?” Dana asked over her shoulder as she poured the two drinks.

“She was being ‘pestered’ by some young yob just down the road. I happened to turn up just in time.”

“Oh shit! Did you recognize him?”

“Naaa, no idea. Black leather jacket and an unruly mop of blonde hair. He ran off.”

“Lucky you were there. Whereabouts?”

“Just up the road by the old factory.”

“That’s practically on my doorstep,” said Dana as she handed the two brandies over, “I’m not having that. Leave it to me.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t want any fuss.”

“You just get that brandy down her and don’t worry,” Dana said with a very theatrical wink.

Never argue with the boss, Lizzie thought, and Dana was the boss of the pub. She took her two drinks over to the table where Kat was chatting to the three girls. The colour had come back to her cheeks and she was smiling. She tried to protest when Lizzie put the drink in front of her, but her protests were waved away.

“Get it down you,” Lizzie told her, and held up her drink as well, “I think we both need one.”

For the rest of the evening, the group of five stayed together and slowly Kat relaxed. Lizzie gave herself a gold star for choosing the three girls. Not only were they the sweetest girls in the group, but also they were of a similar age and they knew how to pitch the level of the conversation.

Little by little Kat volunteered the events of the evening and seemed to gain a lot from sharing it. At one-point Lizzie noticed Dana beckoning her from behind the bar. When she went over Dana leaned forward in a secretive way.

“I mentioned it to some of the guys. A couple of them knew who it was so they went out and ‘had a word’ with him.”

“I said I didn’t want to cause trouble.”

“No trouble, but it was as much for me as for her. It was too close to my pub for my liking. People, especially women, should be safe around here. It won’t happen again.”

“In that case, tell them thanks from me.”

Lizzie went back to the table, secretly pleased. Sometimes a little bit of local ‘rough’ justice worked wonders. At the end of the evening, all five walked home together. Lizzie and Kat said goodnight to the three girls when their routes home divided and then walked on with an awkward silence.

“This is me,” Kat suddenly announced as she stopped outside a typical two up two down terraced house. “I’m top left,” she said with a smile.

“Will you be okay?” asked Lizzie, still worried about the girl.

“I’ll be fine now,” Kat said, and there was more assuredness in her voice now, “mostly thanks to you… and your friends. They were lovely.”

“If you’re sure…?”

“Goodnight, Lizzie, and thank you once again.”

Without another word Kat turned and unlocked the front door and disappeared from view, leaving Lizzie alone on the chilly street. It was a strange ending to a very strange night she thought, as she headed for her own home. In bed, later and in the dark, she mulled over the events of the evening.

How it could all have turned out so differently. If she hadn’t been walking, just by chance, along that street at that particular time. In the dull glow of the streetlight, as it leached through the curtains, she shuddered at the thought.

The next day, a Friday, she was too busy to give it much thought and was home quite late due to a meeting overrunning. At least she could relax and take a breath over the weekend. A rummage through her store cupboard and fridge made it clear that a visit to the shop was needed. Lizzie couldn’t stand the idea of a drive to the out-of-town supermarket so decided to forget the expense and use the local shop instead. She’d buy enough for the weekend and do her main shop after work on Monday.

The night-time chill had gone by the time she left the house and the sun felt warm on her back. The corner shop was a cornucopia of nice convenient food. Every item that could possibly have been forgotten, and yet was suddenly desperately needed, was on the shelves.

Lizzie brushed aside labels such as ‘sad and lonely’ as she rooted through the meals for one in the upright freezer. To make herself feel better she added an indulgent dessert to the frozen meat pie. When she closed the freezer and turned away, she saw a familiar figure at the other end of the aisle.

“Hey, Kat,” she called out, instantly regretting it as the figure turned and a frightened face turned in her direction. The fear evaporated as she recognised Lizzie.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Lizzie was relieved to see a smile spread across Kat’s face.

“You just made me jump,” she confessed and then added, “I’ve been a bit jumpy ever since… you know…”

“I understand,” said Lizzie and placed a protective hand on her shoulder. She glanced down into Kat’s wire basket. If anything, it indicated a Saturday night even more lonely than her own. “I can see you’re a girl who enjoys the good things in life,” she joked, inclining her head in the direction of the basket.

Kat blushed and hung her head. The truth was she was struggling to make ends meet and had another week to go until her next pay cheque arrived. Her embarrassment was short-lived as it was interrupted by the decisive voice of Lizzie.

“I’m looking at the prospect of a lonely Saturday night as well. What do you say to coming around to mine for dinner? We might as well be miserable together.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to…”

“I could do with the company as well. Go on, please say yes.”

Kat’s eyes brightened and her blush returned but she managed an almost-whispered, “Okay then, that’d be lovely.”

“Better buy some more provisions then,” said Lizzie, guiding Kat back to the freezer. “Damn, I took the last meat pie. What do you fancy instead? The fish one is good as well.”

Kat glanced at the price and shuddered but nodded her head anyway. “You must let me pay for that,” she ventured, hoping she would be refused.

“Nonsense, I’m inviting you, so I buy the food and I do the cooking. Using the term ‘cooking’ very loosely of course.”

Ignoring any further protest, she turned on her heel and headed for the counter, grabbing a couple of bottles of wine on the way. Once she had paid, she waited outside in the sunshine while Kat took her turn. Together they sauntered back home along the quiet suburban streets. Outside Kat’s house, they paused while Lizzie gave directions to her home.

Whereas Kat lived on one of the slightly busier main streets through the area, Lizzie’s house was tucked down a quiet cul-de-sac. As she walked the rest of the way home, she felt lifted. She realised that she had recently spent far too many lonely Saturday evenings mindlessly watching rubbish TV. It would be good to have some company for a change.

Kat arrived almost to the second on the agreed time of seven o’clock. Lizzie guided her through the house to the patio and the long and narrow back garden. She’d spent a lot of time and effort, and money, sorting the place out when she’d first bought it. After all, it was her job and she felt obliged to showcase her talents.

She was a partner in a firm of architects, and they dealt, almost exclusively, in small clients, either refurbishing existing properties or new design homes. She couldn’t possibly live anywhere shabby. Kat’s eyes were like saucers even before they made it to the back garden. The patio heater was lit, fighting off the autumn chill, its circle of warmth containing a wooden table with a decanter and two glasses. Lizzie poured out the wine and handed one to Kat.

“Welcome to my humble… etcetera… etcetera.”

“Your place is amazing,” said Kat with a sense of awe in her voice.

“Grab a seat,” she said, indicating one of two chairs by the table, “thanks, but it has to be to some extent. I’m an architect, so I have to show off.”

Kat giggled and turned to look at the garden. The sun was still up, and a few chance rays seemed to highlight some of the more colourful shrubs. Lizzie followed her gaze. She felt a sense of pleasure; it did look particularly splendid at this time of year and at this time of day.

She employed a woman who came in once a week to do the garden, and what a treasure she had turned out to be. So much so that she now also worked for several of Lizzie’s clients and she had to fight hard to keep her.

“Not guilty,” Lizzie confessed, “I have a woman who does the garden and she’s a genius.”

She saw the slight look of shock on Kat’s face at this confession.

“Yeah, I know, I’m a lazy cow. But I have neither the time nor the talent for such things. But I need to put on a show.”

“You’re very lucky. She’s obviously very good at it. It looks totally amazing.”

“So… dinner,” said Lizzie trying to change the subject, “I have fish or meat, the choice is yours.

In the end, they settled on fish and Lizzie started to sort things out in the kitchen. Kat came and sat at the table, but all offers of help were kindly refused. Instead, the pair of them kept up a steady stream of idle chatter about nothing in particular. The first bottle of wine was replaced by a second and they were both quite giggly by the time dinner was finally served and was over.

After dinner, they sat in the lounge, Kat on the sofa and Lizzie in the armchair. When the second bottle was finished and done Kat decided it was time to go. She stood up but it was obvious that she was a little unsteady on her feet. Lizzie disappeared only to return with two coats, announcing that she would walk Kat home.

She shrugged off any arguments and they walked the dark and quiet streets arm in arm. To Lizzie, the streets were a familiar and friendly place, but she caught an air of nervousness and tension from Kat. They parted with a brief hug at Kat’s front door, after having agreed to meet up for the next Thursday meeting.

When Thursday came, Lizzie went around to Kat’s. She immediately noticed that she appeared happier and much more lively. She seemed eager to get out of the house. When they arrived at the pub the back room was buzzing with excitement. Once they had their drinks and had settled down the outrageous rumours went around.

There was a woman called Gilda who had been part of the group since the early days. She’d always been a bit of a loner and had never been seen with a ‘friend’. She had simply turned up one night out of the blue. She had yet to arrive tonight but until she did the talk round the table was all about her. More accurately, the chat was about her and Dana, the landlady.

Needless to say, there was an affection by the group towards Dana. She was the one who had held out the hand of friendship on that first night, and who had welcomed them ever since. And now, suddenly, after months of meetings, these rumours had started. The group seemed to be split down the middle with half of them believing the rumours and the rest denying them.

There was an instant hush when Gilda poked her head round the door and the conversation immediately turned to last night’s TV. Although several broad hints were made during the evening as well as a few sly looks no one would come straight out and ask the question.

When the meeting broke up at the end of the evening everyone noticed that Gilda hung back as they filed out of the door. Whether Gilda heard the muttered ribald comments they weren’t certain. One of the women suddenly turned around and went back into the pub muttering something about she’d forgotten her bag. When she re-emerged seconds later, they all looked at her expectantly. She paused before speaking, keeping them waiting.

“OK,” she finally announced with a broad grin, “I caught them kissing.”

The crowd on the pavement erupted into a cheer and there were shouts of, “Go, Dana,” and, “Go, Gilda,” that must have awakened half the neighbourhood. They were certainly loud enough that they must have reached the inside of the pub.

Strolling home through the dark streets, Kat began to question Lizzie about the women in the group and especially about the fun and games they all had at poor Gilda’s expense.

“Don’t worry about Gilda,” Lizzie assured her, “she’s probably relieved that the secret is finally out.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s been rumours flying for ages about Gilda and Dana.”

“That they were kissing?”

“And probably more…”

“More? Oh, you mean they’re… err…?”

“Having an affair? Yes, exactly.”

“You mean they’re…?”

“Lesbians,” said Lizzie decisively, “yes, of course they are, although maybe Dana didn’t know it before.”

“Does that mean you all are?”

“With one or two minor exceptions of the mildly curious. Hadn’t you worked that out?”

“I sort of suspected but maybe was trying not to think about it.”

“We’re a safe bunch. You’re fine being whatever you are.”

They had arrived at Kat’s house and they both paused, both of them knowing there were still questions to be asked and answers to be sought. In the end, Kat simply made a thoughtful, “Goodnight,” and disappeared through the front door. For a while, Lizzie continued to stare at the door before she finally turned her back and walked on. She was suddenly worried that her new friend would take fright and be gone from her life.

A new commission kept Lizzie busy until late into the evenings for most of the next few days and, despite several forays to the little corner shop, she didn’t see Kat all week. She was still worried that the revelations of last week might have put her off. Nevertheless, she decided to call for Kat as usual on the Thursday evening. She needed to go out and unwind anyway.

She rang the bell with Kat’s name on it and waited patiently. It was beginning to drizzle and she put her umbrella up to shield her. She looked up when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She felt the best way to deal with everything was to pretend nothing had happened.

“Hi,” she said as Kat came into view, “ready?”

“I wasn’t sure you’d be round,” replied Kat with a surprised look on her face.

“Why ever not?”

“I’m not sure I should go.”

“Don’t be daft,” Lizzie’s voice had the sound of a parent impatient with a stroppy child, “get your coat and let’s go. And an umbrella if you’ve got one,” she called to Kat’s retreating back.

When she reappeared, she still wore a look of doubt but was at least wearing her coat but without an umbrella. Never mind, thought Lizzie, we can share mine. And so they did, walking hurriedly through the rain, huddled together beneath the inadequate shelter, thankful to reach the dry sanctuary of the pub.

Kat’s hesitance seemed to have gone and they both slipped seamlessly into the welcoming group. They settled into the familiar routine of gossip and idle chat. Lizzie did notice that Kat was a little quieter than usual but chose to ignore it, but she was as surprised as the rest of them when Kat suddenly burst into tears, stood up so quickly that she knocked her chair over and ran from the room. They all sat in stunned silence for a moment or two.

“What the…”

“What was that all about?”

“What’s going on, Liz?”

“I’ve honestly no idea,” replied Lizzie, “but I’d better go and find out.”

At the front of the pub, she looked one way then the other along the empty street but saw no sign of a fleeing figure. A car drove past noisily but as it faded into the distance Lizzie faintly picked up the sound of muffled sobbing. It was difficult to pinpoint the sound but eventually, she made out the shadowy figure crouched in a doorway on the other side of the road. The rain by now was even heavier and they had both left their coats behind them in the pub. For Lizzie, staying dry had become less important than checking on her friend so she ran across the road to the huddled figure.

“Are you okay, hun?”

Kat stayed silent but nodded her head.

“What happened? Did someone say something to upset you?”

This time Kat’s head shook.

“You’re getting soaked. Come back in the pub,” Lizzie pleaded.

“I can’t,” was the almost inaudible reply.

Lizzie was confused, uncertain of what to do next. She could feel the rain soaking through her dress, clinging to her back and shoulders. One thing was for certain… they couldn’t stay here.

“Okay, I’m taking you home. Just let me get our coats. Please, stay there till I get back."

“Okay,” came the voice that was almost a whimper.

Lizzie ran back across the road to the pub. She was greeted with a sea of questioning faces which she ignored and went straight to the back room. More questioning looks greeted her and an avalanche of questions. She picked up their coats and her umbrella and simply said, “When I know what’s happened, I’ll let you know, I promise.”

The truth was that she was as puzzled as they were. Without another word she left the pub and went back across the road. Kat was still crouched on her haunches leaning back against some stranger’s front door. Lizzie draped Kat’s coat over her shoulders in a futile attempt to protect her from the rain. As she put her own coat on, she felt the soaked fabric of her dress wrapping her in a chilly embrace. She put up her umbrella and held it over the crouching Kat.

“Come on,” she said, trying to sound authoritative, “let’s get you home.”

She bent down and put her hand under Kat’s elbow and slowly persuaded her to stand up. She linked arms with the girl and began to guide her in the direction of home. They both stayed silent for the short walk to Kat’s flat. At her door, they disentangled themselves.

“Are you going to tell me what that was all about?” asked Lizzie, “what or who upset you?”

“No one upset me,” she was clearly struggling to find the words, “I was happy.”

“You have a damned strange way of showing it,” said Lizzie.

“I’m sorry. I acted really stupidly. You must all have been thinking I’d lost it completely.”

“We just didn’t know what was going on.”

“I can’t talk about it now,” Kat said, “I need to be on my own for a while. Can we talk tomorrow, maybe?”

“Of course, we can. Why not come round for dinner? This time I’ll do proper cooking not just microwave meals for two.”

And Kat turned on her heels, scrabbled with the key in her lock, opened the door but then hesitated. Lizzie waited patiently for her to say something but instead, Kat turned, came down the two steps to the street and quickly kissed Lizzie, not on the cheek but on the lips. It was so brief it almost failed to register. Kat immediately turned her back and ran up the steps and in through the door, closing it quickly behind her and leaving Lizzie once more staring at the blank door.

She was left wondering what had just happened. She shrugged her shoulders and, doing so reminded her how wet she was. Time to get home and get dry, she thought. It had been one of the oddest nights for ages. She realised that Kat hadn’t actually agreed to their dinner date tomorrow so all she could do was prepare and hope. At home, she quickly stripped off her wet clothes and took a hot shower to warm herself up. ‘Happy’? Lizzie pondered the word Kat had used. It was the last thing she had expected. And what was that kiss all about?

Lizzie found it difficult to concentrate the next day. The strange happenings from the night before continued to haunt and confuse her. Eventually, she gave up trying to work and finished early. She did some shopping in town, mostly for the meal tonight. She still had no idea whether Kat would turn up, but she was being optimistic. After an hour or more spent preparing the food ready to cook later she showered and changed and then lit the patio heater.

The early evening was still warm, but she knew that a chill would come later but at least yesterday’s rain had kept away. She was opening the wine to let it breathe when the doorbell rang. She checked her appearance in the hallway mirror before going to the front door. She wasn’t sure why she was being so fussy but somehow it felt right.

When she opened the door, she was greeted with a shy smile. Under her coat, Kat was wearing a very pretty dress brightly covered in a floral pattern. It was the sort of dress that only a young woman could get away with. She gave Kat a kiss on both cheeks and then led the way through the house to the patio. She poured the wine and they made small talk until Lizzie excused herself to go and cook dinner.

“Is it okay if I wander round the garden?”

“Of course, it is, my dear, feel free to wander anywhere.”

She watched as Kat went down the few steps onto the immaculately mown lawn. She smiled when she saw Kat kick off her shoes and scrunch her toes into the soft grass before wandering off barefoot to explore. Since last night Lizzie had begun to see her in a new light, as someone to be desired, lusted over. She knew she would have to tread carefully, and that nothing might happen, but that didn’t stop her dreaming. Reluctantly she turned away and retreated back to the kitchen.

Lizzie would describe her cookery skills as ‘decent’, and she watched far too many cookery shows on TV, but she had done her best tonight. She pan-fried the salmon steaks in butter and then finished them off in the oven. She fried the potato and scallion rosti and served the salmon on top. She tried to make the celeriac puree as elegant as she could, but the word ‘dollop’ kept coming into her head.

Some baby carrots and micro-greens, courtesy of Mo her gardener, finished it all off. At least she didn’t have to worry about dessert as she’d given in to convenience and bought something ready-made from a fashionable little shop in town. If all else fails we can survive on that, she thought.

When she carried the two plates out to the patio, Kat was at the far end of the garden, bent over with her face buried in some bright red floribunda roses. She called out and Kat turned around and waved. Lizzie watched as she walked slowly back across the lawn, admiring the way her hips moved making her dress swing from side to side. When she reached the bottom of the steps, instead of putting her shoes back on, she simply picked them up and carried them with her, dropping them to clatter on the wooden decking. She sat down and Lizzie placed a plate in front of her.

“Oh my god, that looks amazing!”

“Well, we have a large dessert if it doesn’t taste as good,” joked Lizzie, “but give it a go anyway.”

More by luck than anything else the food was good, so much so that they hardly spoke during the meal. Just the occasional mumbled compliment from Kat or an astonished, ‘mmmm,’ from Lizzie. She had surprised herself. With the dessert out of the way and a second bottle of wine opened they both finally sat back in their chairs and looked at each other. As she did so Lizzie was also suddenly conscious of the evening chill invading even the oasis of warmth from the patio heater.

“What say we take this bottle inside,” she suggested, “it’s getting kind of chilly.”

Kat shivered and readily agreed. In the lounge, she sat on the sofa and Lizzie took her habitual place in the armchair.

“That was a wonderful meal, thanks ever so much.”

“My pleasure,” replied Lizzie, “I needed some time out. I haven’t stopped all week.”

Kat blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor. “Sorry about being so silly last night.”

“It’s really no problem.”

“It’s just… oh shit, I don’t know how to explain.”

“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

There was a long pause before, “there’s one thing I need more than anything, it's…”

When she hesitated and the delay grew to almost breaking point, Lizzie spoke for her, “a cuddle?”

There was a sniff and a sob and a tiny nod of the head from across the room. Lizzie put her drink down on the table next to her, uncrossed her legs and held out her arms.

“Get your pretty head up and your pert little arse over here and sit on my lap, you silly thing.”

With her eyes still fixed on the floor, Kat slipped off the sofa and, like a scolded puppy, made her way across the gulf that divided them and settled herself gently in Lizzie’s lap. Lizzie wrapped her arms round the vulnerable girl and held her gently but securely. Kat buried her face in Lizzie’s hair and snuggled in. for long minutes they both just sat there, unmoving and silent. It was Lizzie who finally broke the silence.

“Let me guess,” she ventured, “it’s the first time you felt like you fitted in?” When there was no response she continued, “you think you might be like us? Am I right?”

Lizzie felt, rather than saw Kat nod her head in agreement.

“How long have you felt like that?”

“Years,” she finally confessed, “is it bad of me to say I didn’t want to be?”

“Of course not, we all went through that.”

“I just wanted to fit in, be like the other girls at school.”

Lizzie gave her a little squeeze with one arm as the other softly stroked up and down her back.

“Would it be so bad if you were?” she asked.

“Not if I had friends like you and the others. That’s what made me cry.”

“And what is making you ruin my dress right now,” said Lizzie with a giggle.

Shyly Kat lifted her head and found herself looking straight into Lizzie’s sparkling eyes. She felt safe and warm and protected. She suddenly moved her head inches forward until their lips touched, for a micro-second, and then she retreated once more to the shelter of Lizzie’s hair. Lizzie reached up and tilted Kat’s head back and away from its hiding place. Then she kissed her. Full on the lips, not letting her escape.

When she finally pulled back, she looked at the smile on Kat’s face and knew she’d done the right thing. She also saw the tears slowly travelling across her cheeks. She kissed both cheeks, taking in the tiny droplets, savouring the salty tang before seeking out and kissing her mouth once again. This time Kat was more enthusiastic and when Lizzie’s tongue crept out and traced the outline of Kat’s lips, she knew by instinct how to respond.

During the kiss, and all through the several more that followed, Lizzie was careful to go no further. Although the girl in her arms was no longer tense and frightened, she knew that could return all too easily. Then a pause arrived and they both took deep breaths and looked at each other.

“I ought to be going,” announced Kat, but they both knew she was fibbing despite the worried look on her face.

“I was going to suggest you spend the night here,” replied Lizzie, “we’re both more than a bit tipsy. I have a spare room. You could sleep there.”

A look of relief flooded across Kat’s face and she nodded at the suggestion.

“But I didn’t bring anything with me,” she said in a last, but not very convincing, attempt to refuse.

“No problem, I always keep a supply of sleepwear ready for all the young girls I bring home.” There was the slightest look of horror in Kat’s eyes before the joke dawned on her. “And there’s a spare bathrobe on the back of the door. And a key in the lock if you’re still worried,” added Lizzie with a wink.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Both about the lock and the bathrobe.”

Slowly she shifted herself out from under Kat and headed for the door. When she returned minutes later, she had an old t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

“Do you fancy a hot chocolate to send you off to sleep? I’m going to have one.” When Kat nodded and said please, she continued, “why don’t you go up and get into bed and I’ll bring it up to you. Just keep going upstairs as far as you can. You can’t miss it, it’s the only room up there.”

With that, she turned and headed for the kitchen. When she returned a little later with two steaming mugs in her hands the room was empty. Either Kat had done as she was told, or she’d fled the scene. She hadn’t heard the sound of the front door opening or closing so she was hopeful that she was upstairs. There was only one way to find out.

Carefully carrying the two mugs of hot chocolate Lizzie climbed the two flights of stairs to the attic conversion. The final flight opened directly into the small room and she could see the light on. So, she had decided to stay and not to run away. Kat was half-sat in bed leaning back against the pillows, the duvet pulled up to her chin.

Lizzie sat on the side of the bed and held out one of the mugs in Kat’s direction. In silence, a hand emerged from under the covers and took it from her. They both sat quietly, sipping at their drinks. There seemed little need to speak but there was a sense of intimacy pervading the tiny space. Over them, the V-shaped ceiling, with its exposed roof timbers, seemed to enclose them. Eventually, Lizzie threw her head back and drained her cup.

“I’m off to bed,” she declared with finality, “if you need the loo it's on the next floor down. It’s the door marked ‘LOO’ quite surprisingly.”

She laughed as she stood up. She bent forward and kissed Lizzie on the forehead before taking both mugs and turning for the stairs.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she called as she started down.

“Thanks again,” came the whispered reply.

Lizzie made her way back to the ground floor. In the kitchen, she added the two mugs to the pile of washing-up already overflowing the sink. Time to worry about that in the morning, she thought. She made her way to her own bedroom, switching off lights as she went. She left the light on the landing burning in case Kat needed to loo in the night and then went into her room and shut the door. She wondered briefly if she should find herself some nightwear.

Normally she slept naked, but she was usually alone in her home. She decided she was being ridiculous and stripped off her clothes. As she walked towards the bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the wardrobe mirror. She stopped and turned to face herself. Not bad for her age, she thought. Her waist could be a bit thinner and her hips had just started to thicken, and her boobs were nothing to boast about. She was starkly hairless ‘down there’, something she’d started to do years ago, and which had now become a habit. She really ought to renew her gym membership. With a shrug, she turned away and clambered into bed.

Lying back with her head on the pillow and swaddled by the duvet, she gazed at the ceiling, thinking about the young girl sleeping directly above her. She ran her tongue over her lips and was sure she could still detect a hint of her taste. She switched off the light and closed her eyes but all she could see were images of Kat. Kat crouched down, weeping, her hair and clothing soaked with the rain. Kat across the patio table. Kat from behind, bent over with her face buried in the rose bush. Kat sipping her hot drink, the duvet up to her chin.

Almost without her knowing it her hand had slipped down and was idly stroking her pussy. She was more aroused than she had realised, and her finger slid easily along her lips. It felt comforting but wrong, with Kat sleeping upstairs. With regret, she took her hand away and rolled onto her side and tried to forget about her.

She’d fallen asleep, she wasn’t sure for how long, when something roused her. When she opened her eyes, she realised that her room was dimly lit. she glanced toward the door and saw that it was open and the light from the hall was silhouetting a dark figure.

She was about to say something when, “I couldn’t sleep,” came an almost mournful voice.

Lizzie didn’t know what to say and for a long moment, they looked at each other across the dimly lit room. Then, Lizzie slid across to one side of her bed and flipped the duvet aside. The figure in the doorway hesitated and then moved closer, closing the door behind her.

The room went black once more and Lizzie heard the careful footsteps as Kat approached the bed. She felt the springs compress as Kat climbed in and the tug of the duvet as she covered herself. She seemed to be careful to leave a discrete gap separating them.

“I’m sorry, I was feeling lonely.”

In reply, Lizzie moved across until they were touching and put an arm round her. She was lying on her side, facing away, so Lizzie spooned into her. She felt Kat’s hand on her arm and the warmth of her back. She was very conscious of the softness of her bottom pressing into her crotch. She tried to ignore the feeling, but she could feel the familiar tingle spreading through her pussy. She tried not to move but it was Kat who took the initiative.

Lizzie could sense the nervousness with which Kat took her hand and placed it deliberately on her breast. Lizzie hardly dared to breathe as her hand was pressed against the soft mound. Like Lizzie, Kat was small, if anything even smaller, but Lizzie could feel the hard point of her nipple, even under the fabric of her t-shirt. Kat grasped the back of her hand and made it squeeze her breast.

Slowly Lizzie began to take charge. She took the hardened nipple between thumb and finger and rolled it, delighting in the soft purr that it caused. She snuggled even closer, pressing her pussy into the soft rounds of Kat’s arse. She felt the fabric moving under her hand as Kat lifted her t-shirt up and over her breast.

Suddenly Lizzie’s hand was feeling warm, soft skin. The smooth mound of Kat’s left breast and the contrasting roughness of her nipple. As she gently massaged and squeezed it, she also placed kisses on the back of her neck. Little by little Kat rolled onto her back until they could kiss properly. When she first reached across to touch Lizzie her hand leapt back when she discovered her nakedness, but then she grew bolder and let her hand rest on Lizzie’s waist.

As they kissed Lizzie slipped her leg over Kat’s and pressed her hot, wet pussy against her hip. Releasing her command of Kat’s breasts, she slid her hand lower and began to stroke her thigh. Kat’s instinctive response was to open her legs even wider, inviting Lizzie to explore further.

Tentatively Lizzie let her hand move higher until she felt the hem of her shorts. There was no move to stop her, so she went further. She cupped the damp crotch of her shorts and then stopped, knowing that this was the moment. Kat’s hand left her waist and somehow, in the darkness and under the cover of the duvet, Lizzie managed to find and capture it. She guided it to where her hand had been, and Kat started to rub herself through her shorts. Lizzie wished the light was on, she so wanted to watch the young girl. She decided it was time to take charge.

She pushed herself up until she was kneeling between Kat’s wide-spread legs. She took Kat’s frantically moving hand and pushed it under the elastic waistband of the shorts. With her own hand over the top of the shorts, she felt Kat’s fingers exploring herself. She bent forward and placed her mouth over one of her nipples. Kat’s other hand came up and lay on the back of her head and held her in place as she sucked and nibbled at the erect nipple. Suddenly Lizzie released her grip on the excited nipple and sat upright.

“There is something missing,” she announced as she climbed over Kat and off the bed, “Do not move a muscle!”

Kat strained her ears and tried to peer into the darkness. She could hear Lizzie stumbling and fumbling about, then a strange rattle before the blackness was banished by a scratching noise and a match spluttered into life. A candle flickered and then steadied, and a pale-yellow light pervaded the room showing the silhouette of a dark and shapely figure.

Lizzie turned and the candlelight spread over the bed revealing the prone figure of Kat, only half covered by the duvet and her t-shirt scrunched beneath her armpits. Her wide eyes stared at Lizzie as she put the candle down on the bedside table and clambered back onto the bed, swinging her legs once more between Kat’s thighs.

“You’re… you’re…” Kat managed to mumble.

“I’m what?” asked Lizzie, slightly annoyed as she simply wanted to get back to where they had been.

“You’re, err… naked.”

Lizzie smiled down at the innocent girl. “I always sleep like this, but I wasn’t really expecting visitors. Now, not another word.”

And she bent her head once more to renew her exploration of the taste and texture of the two delights before her. This time Kat's hands went nervously to her back, almost scared to come into contact with the bare skin. Slowly her confidence grew, and she started to stroke up and down, going a little further each time. Through her hair to the nape of her neck. Down to venture onto the slopes of her buttocks and even to slide into the mysterious valley between them.

Lizzie deftly slipped her hand between their two bodies and felt Kat’s soft warm tummy before sliding lower. She expected at any moment for the girl to say, ‘NO,’ and push her away, but that moment never came. She could feel the extra heat spreading from between Kats legs and the back of her hand brushed across the lips of her own pussy as she found Kat’s.

A mild stab of electricity went through her leaving her pussy, already wet, to start leaking. As she cupped the crotch of Kat’s thin cotton shorts, she deliberately rubbed herself against her own knuckles. She began to push back and forth with a needy rhythm and Kat started to respond.

She sat up again and looked at the girl lying meekly beneath her. She grabbed the bunched-up hem of the t-shirt and Kat’s arms compliantly lifted to allow it to be slipped over her head. As Kat’s arms fell back down Lizzie grabbed her hands and placed them over her own breasts in silent encouragement.

It was an offer that was enthusiastically taken up as she thrilled at the feeling of her nipples being grasped and twisted. Still slightly nervous of the outcome she reached down and slipped her hand back between them, this time sliding under the elastic waist of the shorts.

As her fingers explored and found the small but neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, she felt Kat stiffen momentarily beneath her, before relaxing once more.

“Are you okay?” she asked in as soothing a voice as she could manage. “If you want me to stop just say so.”

“It's fine, honest,” came back the quiet reply.

Kat lifted her head and Lizzie came down to meet her in a loving kiss. Meanwhile, her hand moved further into the warm, damp secret places. What she found was the slick wet lips of a pussy crying out to be touched. She felt Kat’s hips lift up to greet her as she ran a finger the full length of her.

She was oh so slippery to the touch and her finger sank easily between the folds of her labia, curving to conform to the contours of her sex. She slid it slowly back and forth as Kat’s grip on her breasts intensified. Her spare hand gripped one of Kat’s and urged her on, pressing and squeezing it, multiplying the grip on her boob. She was in heaven.

By now her finger had found the entrance to her hidden depth and had started to delve more deeply. Kat was so wet she was almost sucked inside. At the same time, her thumb found the little nub of her clit and started to stroke circles around it. In the dim candlelight, she could see Kat’s head thrown back and her eyes firmly closed.

Her hips gyrated as she tried to push herself onto Lizzie’s finger. Her eyes suddenly opened when she felt the finger withdraw and she watched as Lizzie knelt up again. This time she reached for the waistband of her shorts and started to drag it over her hips but then stopped and looked at the girl lying on the bed beneath her.

“Ready?”

Kat gave her the faintest of nods and lifted her bottom off the bed as a signal for her to carry on. The shorts slipped easily over her bottom and onto her thighs. Lizzie paused to admire the neat triangle of dark curls which contrasted with the neatly shaved glistening pussy. Kat lifted her legs as high as they would go, and her shorts were pulled all the way off and thrown across the room in triumph.

Lizzie bent to give each of Kat’s breasts a lingering kiss then allowed her mouth to travel on. She tickled her navel with a playful tongue before resting her chin on her tummy as she looked up at Kat. She was gazing open-eyed down at Lizzie with a mixture of nerves and eager excitement.

“Say when,” challenged Lizzie.

“Fuck, now,” Kat managed to say between gasps.

Lizzie grinned and returned to her travels. Across the featureless plain of her tummy, into the wild thicket of her pubes and finally to the foothills of her pussy. She kissed her clit, taking it into her mouth, flicking at it with her tongue and getting the first hint of the tastes and smells yet to come. She felt the body under her shudder with emotion. Then she was there. “You have reached your destination,” her brain told her.

Her tongue slipped, as easily as her finger had, along the length of Kat’s pussy. Her nose buried itself in her wet folds and she inhaled her scent properly for the first time. Her tongue pushed into her and she let her juices flow over it, savouring every precious drop. She was as delicious as she had hoped and expected. She felt eager hands on the back of her head, capturing her, trapping her there. And it was where she wanted to be. Here, safely in this cunt-cradle. Nestled between warm thighs, enveloped by scents and tastes that were both familiar and excitingly new.

The fingers tangled in her hair, twisted and clenched, threatening to pull her hair out but she wasn’t going to complain. If anything, it spurred her on as she pushed her tongue to ever greater depths and she used her nose to toy with her clit. Suddenly there was a gasp and then a cry from above her and Kat’s body contorted and twisted, and her face was jammed into a pussy that now squirted over her. Unable to move, but not wishing to anyway, Lizzie felt the warm stream splatter over her face as Kat went limp and quiet. Kat’s hands relaxed their grip on her hair, and she was finally able to grab a spluttering lung-full of air.

After a few minutes, when Kat hadn’t moved, Lizzie started to worry. She managed to free Kat’s fingers from her hair and lifted her head. Kat was lying with her head to one side, her mouth open and her eyes closed. Alarm was just beginning to surface when she stirred. She rolled her head from side to side and slowly blinked open her eyes, trying to focus on her surroundings.

Eventually, her eyes found Lizzie’s, gazing at her across the landscape of her body. Neither of them spoke. Lizzie slowly crawled upwards until she lay, half on and half off, Kat. Finally, their mouths met once more. Kat hesitated slightly as she tasted herself for the first time on the lips of another woman. Then they both lay back and quietly looked at each other, both filled with their own thoughts.

Lizzie revelled in the pleasing mixture of the familiar and the new. It had been a while since her last fling, and nothing had ever felt this good before. For Kat everything was new, and she was still partly in shock. Lizzie swivelled round and groped for the edge of the duvet. She pulled it over them both and snuggled into Kat.

“Time for sleep, little one,” she said.

“But don’t you want to…?”

“This isn’t a one-off,” interrupted Lizzie, “plenty of time for that. For now, we both need sleep.”

With a relieved acceptance, Kat rolled onto her side and allowed Lizzie to spoon into her. Lizzie knew she had much to teach and that Kat had a lot to learn. Tonight was just the very beginning of what she hoped would be many more days and nights to come.