Stephanie's Domain

by Susanna Hughes

  'Not on my account, please,' Jacqui said flatly.

  'As you can see I don't usually wear anything out here.' Stephanie's breasts were as tanned as the rest of her.

  'It must be marvellous.'

  Stephanie unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it.

  'Stockings!' Jacqui exclaimed. 'My God, I can't remember the last time I wore stockings.'

  Stephanie said nothing. She put her foot up on the chair and unclipped the two suspenders on her right thigh. She rolled the white stocking off her leg. Taking her time, she repeated the process with her left leg.

  'You're sure you don't mind?' she said disingenuously as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the French knickers.

  'No...' Jacqui said quietly. She watched the silk and lace knickers shimmer down Stephanie's long legs.

  As Stephanie reached behind her to unhook the suspender belt she saw Jacqui's eyes centred on the thick thatch of her pubic hair.

  'That's better,' Stephanie said sitting down at the table again.

  'No bikini lines at all.'

  'None.'

  'You've got a beautiful tan.'

  'I should have, shouldn't I? All this sun and privacy.'

  'I suppose so.'

  They sat for a moment in silence. It was a pause. A pause before the next step. Both women knew it.

  'It's hot,' Jacqui said breaking the silence. She stood up and pulled off the towelling robe. Her body was as sensational as its outward appearance had suggested. Her shoulders were slim and bony, her waist well defined, her long legs firm and contoured. The light hair of her pubic triangle was short, almost as though it had been trimmed, the hairs soft despite their lack of length. But it was Jacqui's breasts that most attracted Stephanie's attention. They were full, heavy, thick breasts, rising from her chest precipitously with no hint of sagging. They stood proud, their nipples surrounded by a wide band of brown areola.

  The two naked women faced each other. Jacqui did not sit down again. There was another pause. Now it was Stephanie's turn to do something.

  'I'm going to lie in the sun,' Stephanie said getting up. She pulled the large double-sized lounger round until it was in the full sun, then adjusted it so that the padding was completely flat, just like a bed. A bed of desire. She lay down and stretched herself out on it. There was lots of room for two. Or there was another lounger Jacqui could use. It was her choice. Stephanie closed her eyes and waited.

  'What did you mean?' Jacqui said, coming to stand by the foot of the lounger.

  'About what?' Stephanie replied, her eyes still closed.

  'About women having ulterior motives?'

  'Isn't it obvious?'

  'Not to me.'

  'Well perhaps we'd better leave it at that then.' Another silence. The waters of the lake lapping against the side of the jetty down below them was the only sound.

  Jacqui's hand was at her throat again, her fingers spread, her hand moved slightly, unconsciously. She looked down at Stephanie's naked body. Stephanie's legs were slightly apart and she could see the crinkled rough skin of her labia. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to admit to herself what she was feeling. Without really being aware of how, she found herself sitting on the edge of the lounger, her thigh inches from Stephanie's side.

  'You are very beautiful,' Jacqui said emphasising 'are' in her mind as well as in her speech, as though it were a justification, as though it were somehow Stephanie's body that was making her feel the way she did.

  'And you say that without an ulterior motive?'

  Beautiful and clever, Jacqui thought. 'I don't know.'

  'Do you want to find out?'

  It was a good question. Did she want to find out? Did she want to be honest with herself or run away?

  'I suppose... you've made me feel...'

  'What?'

  'Feel.'

  Jacqui leaned forward and, as though expecting to receive an electric shock, touched Stephanie's thigh.

  'You're a very beautiful woman, Jacqui,' Stephanie said. She put her hand on top of Jacqui's hand.

  'And you have an ulterior motive?'

  'Definitely,' Stephanie said.

  The word hung in the air. Jacqui did not remove her hand, nor did Stephanie.

  'I've never done anything like this before.'

  'Neither had I - until recently.'

  'Recently?'

  'The last months. I discovered I could get a lot of pleasure from a woman. Different pleasures.'

  'Oh.'

  'What?'

  'I thought you were...'

  'Jacqui, I love men. It's just different with a woman. It didn't put me off men. In fact it makes it better. It's all part of sex.'

  'Is it?'

  'I think so.'

  There was another silence. Very slowly Jacqui's hand moved out from under Stephanie's. It inched up her long flank, over her waist to her breast. As though in slow motion the nail of her middle finger, painted a reddish shade of peach, reached the puckered nipple and gently grazed against the half-inch tip. Stephanie remained perfectly passive.

  Tentatively Jacqui's hand covered the whole of Stephanie's breast and then cupped it, squeezing it gently, as though trying to judge its weight. This done it continued down over Stephanie's navel. It reached the first outcrop of thick curly black pubic hair. It pushed on, until the fingers were entwined with the hair, half veiled by it. There her hand came to rest.

  There was a chance that Jacqui would end her experiment there, that she would pull her hand away, stand up and go back to her room. Run away.

  'Lie next to me,' Stephanie said sensing her hesitation, sensing she needed to say something.

  Jacqui lay down and closed her eyes. Very gently Stephanie turned on her side and kissed her on the upper arm. Jacqui's body was rigid, unyielding. Stephanie kissed her shoulder. Equally gently she moved her hand to cup one of her breasts. As Jacqui did not react, did not push her hand away, she was emboldened. She squeezed the mass of flesh. Jacqui moaned the faintest of moans.

  It was as though the same thought occurred to them both at the same moment for the same reason. As Stephanie came to lean over to kiss Jacqui on the mouth, Jacqui wanted to hesitate no longer and turned her head to Stephanie to find her mouth. They kissed hungrily, their mouths meeting in midair, until Jacqui sank her head back on to the padding of the lounger allowing Stephanie's lips to feel hers. But Stephanie was cautious. She kept her tongue back, wanting to take things step by step. Neither did she move to lie on top of Jacqui, pressing herself into her side instead.

  But Jacqui's tentativeness had disappeared, falling away like a veil from a statue, as a wave of acute desire swept through her body. Almost immediately Stephanie felt Jacqui's tongue probing up into her mouth, hot and wet, as her hands came to hold Stephanie's cheek in the kiss. She was kissing hard, pushing up, turning her head this way and that to move her lips, squirming them against Stephanie's mouth as her tongue exploded and her mind tried to cope with the new experience. It felt so different from kissing a man, softer, more sensual.

  It was as though the kiss ignited her, as though it confirmed whatever had decided her to take the final step. Her hands ran down Stephanie's back, wrapping around it, while she turned on her side so that their bodies met, breast on breast, navel on navel. Stephanie felt Jacqui's heavy tits pressing into her own, their nipples hard as little pebbles, the flesh squashed flat, ballooning sideways in an effort to escape the crush. Jacqui's hands were on Stephanie's buttocks now, caressing and kneading them, pulling her closer until she could feel her pubic bone hard against her own.

  If Stephanie had thought at all about this encounter - and truthfully she had not, other than the looks she had seen Jacqui giving her - she would have thought that she would have been the one to take the initiative. But so far, despite her inexperience, it was Jacqui who was leading. Stephanie, her pulse racing, was happy to follow.

  In this spirit Jacqui rolled on top of her and broke the kiss, moving her mouth do
wn to Stephanie's neck instead, and then down further until she gobbled up her nipple, squeezing it first with her lips and then pinching it between her teeth. She had never felt a woman's nipple before. It felt good. It made her feel excited. It made her feel wild.

  As she pinched again Stephanie gasped with pleasure arching off the padded mattress of the lounger.

  Jacqui had pushed one thigh between Stephanie's legs so her thigh muscle was hard against the curve of Stephanie's pubic bone. Now she let go of her nipple and moved herself so her body could press itself into the whole length of Stephanie's body, and her short soft pubic hair was pushed exactly over Stephanie's thick black curls. Triangle on triangle, their breasts once again nestled together. As soon as their bodies were matched Jacqui started to thrust forward, using her hips, exactly as if she were a man, as though she were a man with a cock, moving as though she were fucking Stephanie. But there was no cock, only the hardness of her pubic bone. At first Stephanie felt little, but then, as Jacqui's body drove forward rhythmically she found, by angling herself up off the lounger, she could increase the pressure on her clitoris. As soon as she had done this she heard Jacqui moan. The angle of their bodies had changed, their clitorises had come together, one on one, ground together by hard bone, both stretched and exposed. The more Jacqui thrust, the more Stephanie felt. Though there was no penetration it felt like Jacqui was going deeper because the pressure was gradually stripping away everything but the tiny knot of swollen nerves. One on one.

  'Don't stop,' Stephanie managed to say, as she felt her orgasm beginning.

  'Yes, yes...' Jacqui said, then kissed Stephanie on the mouth, again taking the initiative, plunging her tongue deep between Stephanie's willing lips.

  The more she drove forward, the more the contact between their two buds of feeling seemed to increase. Stephanie could feel her own wetness, or was it Jacqui's, there was no way of knowing. She had never experienced this before, a hard swollen clitoris, like a miniature cock, fucking her own so exquisitely. Such a tiny area of sensitivity producing such mammoth waves of sensation. She tried to kiss Jacqui back, push her tongue into her mouth, but suddenly she could do nothing but feel. Her orgasm was coming now like an express train roaring down the track, all noise and steam and energy, and there was nothing she could do but lie there and feel the inevitable explosion as Jacqui's clitoris hammered into her own.

  She came, the feeling focused in that tiny knot of nerves like she had never felt it focused before. But almost instantaneously every nerve in her body joined in, locked into the pleasure, turned her whole body into a trembling mass of uncontained sensation.

  She knew Jacqui had come too. It may have been entirely the product of her fevered imagination but she thought she could feel Jacqui's clitoris flare, like the tip of a safety match striking a light, as Jacqui could not help but stop the rhythm and surrender to the climax she, herself, had induced.

  They clung to each other, breathless. Their orgasms subsided but there were little wrinkles and notches of feeling in the aftermath that caught them by surprise in the ebb tide, like big rocks in the sand holding back the water. Their grip on each other was mutual, as though letting go would be the final admission that their orgasm was over. It was a long time before their bodies were completely stilled.

  'My God...' Jacqui was the first to speak. 'I never thought I'd do it.'

  'What? Have sex with a woman?' The words didn't sound as if they matched what they had just experienced.

  'Yes.'

  'Have you ever thought about it before?'

  'Yes. I've thought about it a lot. A hell of a lot if I'm truthful. I thought about it when I first saw you on the jetty too. And at the table. I could see your breasts.'

  'And?'

  'And?'

  'Is it better than you imagined?'

  'Oh yes, yes,' Jacqui said definitely. 'I don't know how it would be with someone else though. There's something about you. I wanted you. I've thought about it before in general, in the abstract. But this time it was specific. I wanted you.'

  Stephanie laughed. 'You sound like a man.'

  'Exactly.'

  'I wanted you too, Jacqui.'

  'Do I have to feel guilty?'

  'About what?'

  'Usually if something feels this good in life you have to feel guilty about it.'

  'That's up to you. I told you, it doesn't mean you'll suddenly lose interest in men. There's a whole range of sexual experiences isn't there? It just means you're broadening your vocabulary. There are other things you can learn here...'

  "What other things?' Jacqui asked eagerly.

  Stephanie didn't want to introduce the subject of the cellars just yet.

  'All in good time.'

  'Stephanie...' Jacqui said earnestly. She held out her hand and touched Stephanie's cheek tenderly.

  'Yes?'

  'I'm not finished, are you? I mean...' She smiled a wicked, knowing smile. She wanted more.

  Stephanie got up from the lounger and held her hand out to help Jacqueline up too. Keeping hold of her hand she lead her back into the bedroom. She stripped the counterpane off the bed to reveal the white silk sheets.

  'Lay here,' she said firmly. Now it was her turn to take the initiative.

  Jacqui lay on the bed, her long supple legs stretched out, her heavy tits pulled over to the side by their weight, their nipples corrugated by her passion, her slim waist in contrast to the fullness of her hips. Her legs were open slightly; the short blonde hair of her pubis looked as though it had been combed into a strict pattern, every hair pointing inwards and downwards to the apex of the V-shape made by the creases at the top of her thighs.

  Stephanie stood looking at her for a moment. It was, comparatively speaking, such a short time since she had first taken pleasure in a woman's body, that she still felt an excitement at the newness of it all. She shivered as she remembered the orgasm this woman had just given her.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Stephanie began to caress Jacqui's smooth calf and slim ankle using both her hands. Jacqui opened her legs wide, pulling her free leg up and bending her knee. Stephanie could see the whole of her sex. The folds of her labia were quite thin but on either side of the long slit that ran between her legs, her flesh was swollen and puffed up, making the valley seem deeper and darker. Here her pubic hair was virtually non-existent, the thinnest possible covering of downy short hair.

  Jacqui grasped her own breasts in her hands, kneading them, pushing them together, then holding them apart, making circles on her chest with them. As if the idea had just occurred to her she tried to get her left nipple into her mouth. It was not difficult. She sucked it eagerly. Then she fed the right breast up to her mouth and pinched at its nipple with her teeth.

  Stephanie could see her excitement, the excitement of doing something for the first time and discovering it was pleasurable, better than pleasurable. Sex was inextricably involved with self. Discovering an aspect of sex was the pleasure of self-discovery. Stephanie had experienced it so recently herself that she could remember the feeling in detail. It was a feeling, a whole set of feelings, she would never forget.

  Kneeling up on the bed, Stephanie moved her hands up Jacqui's long thigh. She caressed it, working all the time higher, until she could feel the heat of Jacqui's cunt radiating from the long open slit of her sex.

  With the tip of her forefinger she found Jacqui's clitoris buried in what looked almost like the padded flesh of her genitals.

  'Yes...' Jacqui moaned enthusiastically.

  Stephanie tapped it.

  'Suck it, suck it!' Jacqui begged.

  Stephanie was only too happy to oblige. She bent forward and gathered the whole of Jacqui's labia into her mouth, then prised her tongue on to her clitoris. She heard Jacqui moan.

  Slowly Stephanie nudged the bud of nerves with her tongue, making it wet, circling it, wanking it. She could feel Jacqui's reaction to these tiniest of movements, which were amplified and magnified by every
nerve in her body, all in harmony with her clit, all ready to join in the chorus of whatever it was feeling.

  'Oh God... It's so good. I had no idea it would be this good.'

  Stephanie could feel the rhythm and pulses of her body, the waves of feeling emanating from what was, at least for the moment, the centre of her world. Every time she pushed the clitoris up with her tongue Jacqui's body pushed up too, arching off the bed. It came down as Stephanie's tongue licked down. Up and down. Up and down. Jacqui's whole body poised on the tip of Stephanie's hot, knowing tongue.

  Stephanie knew Jacqui was starting to come. She could feel it so accurately it was as though she was coming herself. It was almost like masturbating. Doing the right thing, the pace, the pressure. Exactly right.

  At the last moment Jacqui grabbed her own tits again squeezing them so tightly they reddened, as though she were afraid they would escape the feeling that was welling up inside her. She looked down her body and saw Stephanie's head bobbing between her legs and knew it was that image, that thought - a woman sucking her off, a woman! - that made her come as fiercely, as hard as she'd ever come in her life. Every nerve exploded. She felt her eyes roll back in her head, her world go black, deep, deep, space black, and a sudden rush of wetness, like a river, gush out of her.

  Stephanie waited for the explosion to subside. Then she kissed Jacqui's labia just once as though kissing a mouth, a paternal, gentle, comforting kiss. She was about to pull away when she heard the voice.

  'What the hell do you think you're doing with my wife?'

  Terry Clarke stood in the middle of the bedroom in a white towelling robe over his bathing trunks with a white towel wrapped around his neck like a boxer. His expression of surprise, disbelief and disgust was written on his face as if in ten-foot letters of flashing neon.

  Stephanie hadn't the slightest idea of what to say. She kicked herself mentally for not locking the bedroom door. This was going to be a great start to their supposedly dream weekend. Far from being enamoured of Devlin and what he could offer, Terry Clarke would never want to hear his name again.

  'Fuck me, Terry.' It was Jacqui's voice, calm, level and unwavering.