Christmas Lights

by Amelia Andrews

  A moment later she felt eager fingers grazing the material of her underwear. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan.

  “I can feel how wet you are already,” Millie said.

  “It’s been a while,” Kay admitted.

  “It won’t be in a minute,” Millie replied.

  Her fingers pushed the material aside and Kay gasped. Two fingers easily slid through her outer lips, squeezing her inner labia in between them.

  She looked up at Millie, judging her reaction. Millie’s eyes were dark, her mouth hung open and she was panting for breath.

  “Fuck,” Millie muttered. “You feel so good.”

  Kay leaned her head back and closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of fingers other than her own touching her. She didn’t really know if Millie would want to do this again so she fully intended to enjoy every last second. If this was some kind of ruse, or poorly thought through impulse, then Kay intended to enjoy it while it lasted.

  Millie’s fingers released her inner labia and lifted to reach her clit. Kay gasped again at the sudden, rapid circles.

  “Do you want me to go inside?” Millie asked.

  “You won’t have to if you… keep that up,” Kay admitted.

  “Then let’s get this one out of the way,” Millie suggested. “And then we’ll go from there.”

  Millie leaned forward and kissed her way down Kay’s cheek, chin, and onto her neck.

  “Don’t… mark me,” Kay requested.

  “I won’t,” Millie promised.

  She pressed wet, soft kisses to Kay’s neck while her fingers continued to swirl around her clit, occasionally dipping towards her entrance to take some of the wetness and drag it back up to her clit.

  Kay was gasping for breath, every now and then a sound like a groan escaped her without permission. Her hips twitched and she attempted to roll them in time with Millie’s movements but it was utterly useless, she was a mess and had little control over what was happening to her.

  The orgasm hit her without warning and she cried out, her body going tense and then shaking violently as it passed over her.

  Chapter 24

  Millie was enormously pleased with herself. She’d never had sex in the back of a car, and to do it with Kay Nightingale was a sexual career highlight.

  She placed another kiss on her neck, watching the pulse thundering just beneath the skin. There was a familiar ache between her legs, but she wondered if they had pushed their luck enough and should be thankful that no one had discovered them already.

  “As much as I don’t want this to end,” Millie whispered in her ear.

  “We might get caught if we don’t move location?” Kay suggested, her voice hoarse from the delightful moaning and scream that punctuated the beginning of the rolling orgasm Millie had just dragged out of her.

  “Exactly. I’d invite you back to mine… but I have a flatmate,” Millie said. She didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying that Claire would undoubtedly kill her for bringing Kay into her house. Like a fox into the chicken coop.

  “You can come back to mine?” Kay suggested, her tone soft. “I mean, if you want to?”

  Millie chuckled. “I do. Desperately.”

  “Then let’s go,” Kay suggested.

  Millie sat up, locating her top and quickly putting her arms in the sleeves. She looked around outside the car, thankfully it was as quiet as it had been when they started.

  “Oh… lord,” Kay whispered.

  Millie watched her attempting to straighten her underwear and dress. She couldn’t help but smirk. “Bit damp?”

  “Damp?” Kay questioned. “I’m soaked.”

  “If there was more room I would have happily cleaned you up… with my tongue.”

  Kay paused her movements and looked hungrily at her. In that second, Millie very nearly threw caution to the wind and contorted herself to make it happen.

  Kay shook her head quickly. “We… we should get going. So I can… repay you.”

  Millie laughed. “Repay me?! Are we going to keep score?”

  “You know what I mean,” Kay explained with an eye roll.

  Millie leaned forward and kissed her, just a peck. Anything else and she knew she wouldn’t get out of the back of the car.

  She indicated the front. “Are you going to climb over first or shall I?”

  Kay looked at the gap between the front seats and then towards the door, clearly debating the possibility of popping outside.

  “I’m too old for this.”

  “Obviously, you’re not,” Millie argued, she finished buttoning her top and chucked her coat onto the front passenger seat to get it out of the way. Kay took a deep breath and then held onto both the front seats and eased herself elegantly through the gap and into the driver’s seat.

  Millie knew her technique wouldn’t be nearly as elegant as she all but launched herself into the passenger seat.

  Kay started the engine and chuckled. “It goes without saying that I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “Neither have I,” Millie admitted.

  Kay looked at her in surprise. “Really?”

  “Really,” Millie confirmed. “I just… had to have you.”

  An adorable blush crept up Kay’s cheeks.

  “And I’d like to have you again… so…” Millie gestured out the windscreen.

  Kay laughed. “You’re rather bossy, Miss Yates.”

  Millie felt her clit twitch at the name. She wondered how Kay would react to Millie calling her professor. Probably not well, she’d be the sort who would be very sensitive about power play. Millie decided to keep it to herself until maybe later.

  Kay slipped the car into gear and they slowly drove out of the car park. They drove down a couple of backstreets and into slightly more populated areas.

  “I feel like everyone knows,” Kay admitted.

  “Me too.” Mille shrugged. “But I don’t care.”

  Kay didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. It was obvious that this was very much something that she would worry about.

  “I won’t tell anyone,” Millie promised. “I mean, I’d like to. I’m not in the closet or anything. I just… we should keep this between us. For now.”

  Kay nodded. “I agree. Until we know what this is.”

  “Yeah.” Millie knew there was a chance that this weird connection was nothing more than sexual and it could all fizzle out. She desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. But then she’d never felt like this before and had no idea what would come next.

  They completed the short drive to Kay’s house in silence, comfortable silence. Millie kept waiting for Kay’s defences to go up, but it never happened, thankfully.

  They walked up the driveway and Kay unlocked the door before stepping to the side and gesturing for Millie to enter first.

  It was dark and Millie allowed her eyes to adjust. The front door closed and Kay hung up her jacket and held out her hand to take Millie’s. The moment both were hung up, Kay rounded on Millie. She took her head in her hands and backed her up against a wall.

  “I want you,” Kay whispered before closing the gap and pressing a forceful kiss to Millie’s lips.

  Millie returned the kiss, thrilled that tongues had been quickly added to the mix. She was soaked and turned on from earlier and desperately needed release.

  She reached behind Kay and found the zipper holding the damn dress in place and quickly slid it down Kay’s long back. Kay chuckled into her mouth before pulling back.

  “Eager, are we?”

  “Very,” Millie confirmed.

  Kay stepped back and let the dress pool to the floor. No lights were on but Millie’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness and the outside street lighting poured through a window, illuminating Kay.

  She stood there in black knickers, a black bra, and heels. Millie stared, taking it all in just in case this was the one and only time this madness would happen. Kay was hot, never mind her age, maybe because o
f it, but there was no one who could possibly claim otherwise.

  She took a step forward and immediately went for the buttons of Millie’s jeans. Millie swallowed hard, trying to remember the last time she tidied up down there. She hadn’t been expecting visitors and was suddenly self conscious. Kay must have felt her tense.

  “Are you okay?” She asked, still unbuttoning the jeans.

  “Yes,” Millie said, throwing caution to the wind.

  “Good.” Kay yanked the jeans down, but only to Millie’s knees, effectively trapping her.

  Millie nearly died when Kay dropped to her knees and pressed her face to Millie’s crotch.

  “Oh, fuck,” Millie breathed.

  The warm breath went straight through the wet material and Millie spread her palms on the wall behind her.

  Kay opened her mouth and ran her teeth over the shrouded nub.

  Millie cried out. She looked down. And then quickly looked up again, staring at the ceiling. She’d surely die if she watched Kay Nightingale in her underwear and high heels, on her knees, biting at her soaked knickers.

  Kay raised her hands and looped a finger through the material of the knickers over Millie’s hips.

  Millie wanted Kay to yank them down and have her way. Literally, do whatever she liked. Millie didn’t care anymore. Her brain was about to short circuit and all she could think about was Kay’s mouth.

  Kay moved her head back and Millie groaned.

  “Patience,” Kay said.

  “I have literally none,” Millie said.

  Kay slowly lowered the knickers.

  “Then we won’t go slow, this time,” Kay promised.

  The thought that there would be further times caused Millie’s heart to soar. The thought that those further times would no doubt involve some serious teasing caused a lump to form in her throat.

  Kay blew on Millie’s pussy and Millie moaned loudly.

  “Miss Yates, you’re absolutely dripping,” Kay said.

  “Fuck,” Millie whispered.

  “Let me see if I can help to clean you up.”

  Kay drove straight in and it was all Millie could do to keep herself upright. Kay’s tongue dipped into her entrance for just a moment before making it’s way up in between her labia and flicked her clit. Hard.

  “Ugn,” Millie cried.

  “So, very messy,” Kay admonished. She made the movement three more times. Each time, the flick of her tongue over Millie’s clit got a little harder.

  Millie pressed her hands into the wall behind her, trying to keep upright and grounded.

  Kay dragged one of her hands up the inside of Millie’s thigh.

  “Please, go inside,” Millie begged.

  “Who could say no to such a lovely request?” Kay asked. She brought a finger up to Millie’s sopping wet hole and easily pushed it inside. “So very, very wet.”

  Millie cried out in pleasure. “More.”

  “More?” Kay asked. “More of what?” She flicked Millie’s clit with her tongue. “More of that?” She shoved her finger in, right up to the knuckles. “Or more of this?”

  “Fuck!” Millie cried. “Both. Please! Both!”

  Kay easily slid another finger in. “Let’s stop teasing you, shall we. Before these shaking legs of yours struggle to hold you upright?”

  Millie furiously nodded, unable to speak as she was too busy panting for breath and crying out every time Kay’s fingers drove into her.

  Kay set the pace with her fingers, fast and firm. After five deep thrusts, she fastened her pursed lips around Millie’s clit and took the whole thing into her mouth.

  Millie gasped. Kay suckled, holding her clit in place, while her tongue danced rapidly over the top.

  Millie hadn’t got a snowflakes chance in hell of holding on. She’d nearly come earlier in the car while just watching Kay come undone. With the onslaught happening to her body, in the hallway no less, she was a goner.

  Her head crashed back against the wall and she came loudly, moaning and panting as Kay guided her through the contractions, somehow knowing how to squeeze more out of her.

  Millie didn’t know what the connection between them was, but she hoped it would last. Even if it killed her.

  Chapter 25

  Kay stared up at the ceiling.

  She couldn’t believe that she had brought someone home. And had sex twice that evening, neither time in an actual bed.

  After she’d had Millie in the hallway, Millie had gotten out of her jeans and dragged Kay by the hand to the first soft surface she could find. That happened to be one of the sofas in the living room. They started up again, both divesting each other of all layers of clothes and then worshipping one another.

  Kay couldn’t remember a more sexually exciting evening in her life. Her marriage had been full of love and mutual respect, but this was magnetism. Pure sexual energy that neither one of them seemed to be able to control.

  They’d fooled around for about an hour before Millie fell asleep after a particularly large orgasm. Kay couldn’t sleep, she was too busy pondering the situation and wondering what on earth it meant.

  She slipped out from under the blanket and crept into the kitchen, snagging some casual clothes from the basket in the laundry room as she did.

  They’d arranged to meet just after work, and Millie had left work late to get there. So Kay had to wonder if they poor woman had found time to eat. A red hot blush scorched her cheeks at the thought of what Millie had managed to eat that evening.

  She pushed the thought to one side and started to open cupboards to see what she could quickly whip up for her. She decided on a sandwich, recalling that Mille had eaten some cheese and ham from the snack plate at the wine bar.

  She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Surely it wasn’t usual for someone to make the other a sandwich after passionate love making? Was she about to ruin everything? Was this just a one-off and Millie would soon be on her way to her next conquest. Laughing about the sandwich woman in her past?

  “Oh, here you are.”

  She looked up to see Millie enter the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around her.

  “Sorry I fell asleep. Ooo, is that a sandwich?”

  Kay chuckled. “It is, I was making you some food. I assumed you haven’t eaten?”

  “You’d assume right.” Millie sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, a smirk on her face. “It was worth it, though.”

  Kay grinned. “I’m glad you think so.” She placed the plate of sandwiches in front of Millie. “Drink?”

  “Just water is great.”

  Kay filled a glass with cold water and put the kettle on for herself.

  “I’ve never had a one night stand before,” Millie said. “I’d like for this to not be one.”

  Relief flooded Kay. She placed the glass in front of Millie and nodded. “I… I’d like that too.” She chuckled. “Not that I know what this is.”

  Millie shook her head. “Me neither. I’m happy to find out, though.”

  Kay turned and made herself a cup of tea. “Same.”

  “We should be fine. As long as we don’t talk about politics,” Millie joked.

  “We can talk about politics, just agreed to be fair and honest when we do. We can discuss things, as long as we listen to each other. And sometimes agree to disagree.” Kay knew that sometimes politics could destroy relationships, but she also knew that there was a happy medium to be had. As long as one side wasn’t an advocate of genocide, or rights being stripped from society, then most disagreements could be overcome.

  “That’s true,” Millie said. “I’m still going to protest outside the Town Hall if you do something I disagree with.”

  “And I’ll do it anyway, if it’s in the best interests of the town,” Kay replied with a grin.

  Millie chuckled and continued to scoff down her sandwich.

  Kay made herself some green tea and allowed herself to remember the strange evening. From walking away in the wine bar to suddenly hav
ing sex in the back of her car. And then in her hallway and on her living room sofa. It had beenunexpected to say the least. She really didn’t know what she was doing. Nor did she care. For the moment she was happy.

  “I better get back home soon, my flatmate will worry,” Millie explained.

  “You’re welcome to stay?” Kay suggested hopefully.

  Millie shook her head. “I don’t have a change of clothes, I’m not doing the walk of shame in my first week at a new job.”

  Kay laughed. “Very well, I had to ask. I’ll give you a lift home if you like?”

  Millie popped the last bite of sandwich into her mouth and shook her head. “No, no, I’ll grab a taxi. It’s fine.”

  Kay frowned. “It’s fine, really. It’s only a couple of minutes into town.”

  “No, you’re home. I don’t want you to have to go out again because of me. I’ll get a taxi, really.”

  Millie’s tone held some finality to it and the penny suddenly dropped for Kay. She didn’t want to be seen with her. Of course, it was understandable. The age gap between them, politics, their lifestyles. Millie wouldn’t want to be seen socially with Kay.

  “I… yes, of course,” Kay said. “I’ll contact a taxi for you, if you like?”

  Millie smiled. “That would be great, I’ll try and find my clothes.”

  Kay called the local taxi service, and prepaid the journey. It was the least she could do. Millie got dressed and a few minutes later the car arrived. Millie gave her a long, lingering kiss as a farewell and promised she’d be in touch.

  It was a promise Kay thought she’d never make good on but she smiled and agreed she was looking forward to it. If this was the game they were going to play, it made sense that Kay played along.

  She waved Millie off and let out a sigh. It had been nice—very nice—while it lasted.

  Chapter 26

  Millie attempted to close the front door as quietly as possible.

  “Where have you been, young lady?” Claire demanded, a very wide grin on her face as she appeared in the hallway, clearly having been waiting for her.