“But they’re such lovely names,” Amanda protested and squeaked helplessly as Clancy’s shoulders wriggled under and pushed against Amanda’s legs, spreading them until her sex was open and vulnerable to cool breath and searching eyes.
“So pretty,” Clancy whispered. “It really is like a flower.” She breathed in Amanda’s scent. “Smells like a flower too.” Amanda clasped her lower lip between her teeth and exhaled silently as Clancy’s mouth descended upon her, as light as a butterfly, swathing her clitoris in a soft swirl of lips and tongue.
“Ah, Clancy, Clancy, oh!” Amanda sighed, her breathing reduced to shallow gasps as the probing tongue slipped lower and into the depths where she suddenly wanted more.
“More.” The whisper came from her lips and from somewhere deep inside her mind. “I want more of you,” and she cried out and her back arched into the long strong fingers that replaced the hot softness of Clancy’s tongue.
Amanda’s hands momentarily convulsed in Clancy’s shimmering hair, then she grabbed at the quilt, clutching fistfuls of it, grabbing for anything as the supple tongue delicately probed the swollen and sensitive bud of her clitoris and the fingers tenderly curved and caressed and filled her, over and over, echoing the sweet-aching roll of Amanda’s pelvis until she felt her body beginning to float away on a surging swell of sensation.
“Oh Clancy, Clancy darling, darling darling…” Her whisper was a pulsating mantra of delight and awe as the breaking wave of another orgasm rippled and roiled from her cunt to the tips of her toes and tingling skull. The synchronous push and pull of her inner muscles reached her heart and voice at once as she called Clancy’s name again and again until she whimpered, “Enough! Enough! Come here, please come here,” as she tried to get a grip on Clancy’s shoulders and pull her up to cover her trembling body.
Clancy held her fondly and crooned nothings into Amanda’s ear as gasping, wrenching sobs tumbled and bubbled in an incoherent stream of tears as she clutched Clancy to her as if fearful that she might disappear.
“Hey, hey…” Clancy kissed her eyebrows and nose. “Come back to me, little one. It’s all good. We’re good; it’s all good. Hey…” She touched her lips to Amanda’s wet eyes and then kissed her as if she were fragile and might break. But Amanda grabbed at her lips, tasting her own salt juices on them as they mingled with tears and their seeking tongues.
“Oh, Clancy.” Amanda opened her eyes and searched the gray ones that looked down into hers. “I have never—never—come like that before, ever. Not ever. Never not ever.”
Clancy grinned, the crows’ feet at the corners of her eyes crinkling in a way that turned Amanda’s insides upside down. “I think I get it. You liked that, yeah?”
Amanda groaned and rolled her eyes, hooking her legs around Clancy’s so she could hug her harder and feel their breasts meld and cream between their bodies.
“Like? Like? Clancy, I don’t like it, I don’t like you. I…” She stopped on the edge of the precipice down which she was about to slide, her eyes wide and alarmed. But Clancy’s smile was caring and patient; she lowered her lips to the tip of Amanda’s nose and kissed it.
“You what?” she asked, sweetly.
Amanda stared up into her eyes; her breathing was harsh with fear and anticipation. She ran her tongue around her suddenly dry lips, took a deep breath as if she were about to dive from a high board and said, quietly and simply, “I adore you.”
Clancy’s arms trembled as she raised herself infinitesimally off Amanda’s body and her pupils widened so fast her eyes turned black.
In a momentary panic at what she had just said and at Clancy’s apparent reaction to it, Amanda grabbed at the broad shoulders looming above her and burst out, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can’t help it. I know it’s all wrong and…”
Clancy’s mouth descended on hers and stopped the tumble of fright with a long kiss. She seemed to be trying to convey something that made Amanda’s toes tingle with a strange and undetermined warmth. She returned the kiss with growing passion as the heat reached her lips and heart; finally Clancy pulled away and looked down at her again.
“Don’t ever be sorry,” she whispered. “I know how you feel and despite your best efforts to piss me off, I feel the same way. I love you too, Amanda.” She kissed the mouth before more protestations could come out of it. “You are…” She frowned as she considered for a second, then she grinned. “You are my love. You are the one.”
Amanda touched Clancy’s cheek, wonderment sparkling in her eyes. “Am I hearing right?”
“I hope so.” Clancy rolled off her and clasped her in the warmest of embraces. And at that moment, the doors to the boatshed rattled as someone knocked hard on one of them. Clancy and Amanda jumped out of their skins and looked at each other as if they’d been shot before bursting into giggles.
“That’s torn it,” Clancy whispered. “We’re sprung.”
“Clancy! Amanda! Coo-ee! Anyone in there?” Malcolm’s call was stentorian and slippery with bonhomie and Christmas brandy.
“Oh well,” said Clancy softly, sitting up. “If you’re my Christmas gift, I think we’d better go give Malcolm his. He’s been hoping for this for about two years, as far as I can tell.” She leaned over Amanda and kissed her fleetingly.
“Be down in a minute, Mal, give us a moment!” she called to her brother as she reached for her sweatshirt and pants.
Amanda realized the sudden silence was magnified by the absence of wind and rain; some time in the last little while the storm had blown itself out. She scrabbled around for her substitute clothes and pulled on each garment before following Clancy down the stairs. Before she reached the still puddled floor Malcolm spoke again.
“Us? Did you say ‘us’?” he called.
Clancy unhitched the bar across the doors, lifted the bolts and swung open the doors. “I did,” she said as she ran her hands through her tousled locks.
Amanda stepped out behind her into the dazzling sunshine of late afternoon and blinked as she tried to straighten her hoodie and hair.
“Oh. My. God,” Malcolm said and his voice was hushed. He looked from his sister to his best friend like a cartoon character at a tennis match. “Should I believe the evidence of my eyes?” he asked, a wide grin creasing his craggy face.
Clancy reached for Amanda’s hand and squeezed it. Amanda lifted their two hands to her lips and kissed Clancy’s sex-scented fingers. “Visual evidence is quite reliable, I think,” Clancy said, smiling at her brother and then at Amanda.
“Oh. My. God,” he repeated and scrubbed his stubbly chin with both hands as he shook his head and beamed at them.
“I know it’s Christmas, but have you suddenly got religion, Malcolm?” Amanda asked him as she slipped inside the haven of Clancy’s arm and snuggled in close.
He skipped a couple of dance steps on the spot and then held out his arms to the two women. “This is my best Christmas present ever,” he crowed happily.
Clancy looked at Amanda. “What did I tell you?”
“Right as usual.” Amanda leaned in to Clancy and laid a kiss on her smiling lips.
Malcolm shook his head, disbelief and joy mingling in his eyes. “Jonny and Eleanor are up at the house,” he said, his smile wide enough to crack his face. “We thought maybe you’d got caught in the storm or something, but…well, holy Aunt Flahoola, I didn’t dare imagine it would be ‘or something’!” He hugged them to him, tears in his eyes. “Wow, you certainly know how to give a guy a good time. Jeez!”
Clancy pressed a kiss to his forehead, carefully avoiding his mouth. “I’m glad you’re glad little brother,” she said happily. “But do you think you could do us a favor?”
“Anything—pretty much,” he said.
“Go up and sort of prepare Jonny and Eleanor a bit. I don’t think I can quite walk into the house and have to deal with this from scratch.”
Malcolm threw back his head and roared with laughter. Amanda got the giggles and, as Clancy wa
tched them both she began to laugh too. The sound echoed around the rocks and the walls of the boatshed, it matched the return of the sun and blue sky after the thunderstorm.
* * *
Amanda followed Clancy up the cliff path, remembering when she had done this before, waiting at the foot of the track to better admire Clancy’s legs and butt. This time her clitoris swelled and she touched it hungrily through the thick soft fabric of her pants. She ran after Clancy and stopped her at the flat sandstone outcrop that marked the halfway mark of the track.
“You’re short of an orgasm,” she whispered and laughed at the look of surprise and arousal that flashed in Clancy’s surprised eyes. She grabbed Clancy’s arm and swung her round, tugged roughly at the waistband of the pants and pushed her back against the rocky platform. Then she knelt at Clancy’s feet, ignoring the muted protest as she dragged the pants down in one sure movement.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed when she saw the wet dark gold curls at the apex of Clancy’s thighs. She glanced up into hungry, hazy eyes as gentle fingers stroked the hair back from her forehead. The scent of Clancy’s heat and skin and sex filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. She smiled up at the smoldering gray eyes.
“If you don’t want this to happen here, now’s the time to say something,” Amanda whispered, smiling up at the eyes that were once again black with craving. On a heartbeat the long fingers froze and fastened in Amanda’s hair. Clancy moaned almost inaudibly, her eyes closed and she tipped her face back to the bright sun and Amanda sank her face and tongue into the dark, wet secret place that Clancy opened to her as she spread her legs and cried out with raw pleasure.
Amanda’s lips found Clancy’s clitoris as it throbbed and swelled to the drive of her tongue, and intuitively she sucked hard and rhythmically on the tender bud. As Clancy gasped and murmured her pleasure, the taut muscles of her thighs fluttered and she swayed back against the rock and her hands clung to Amanda’s head as her hips thrust in the same rhythm. Amanda grasped Clancy’s legs to support her and steady her as her body’s response to the searching, surging tongue became ever more tumultuous.
Reveling in the sweet wetness that coated her cheeks and chin and the salt-musk taste and scent and Clancy’s gasping, panting breathing, Amanda parted her own legs as she knelt, slipped one hand inside her pants and into the liquid heat that Clancy’s body had generated again and which threatened to turn her inside out. Under her knees the sandstone was harsh but she was past caring. She squeezed and stroked on her own clitoris until her body was shuddering on a fast-approaching orgasm.
Withdrawing her mouth from the honey-bud hidden in the burnished curls, Amanda heard Clancy’s gasp and plea of “No, don’t stop!” She glanced up into the frantic, glazed gray eyes that fiercely appealed to her and with slow deliberation, ran her tongue over her gleaming lips. Clancy’s tremulous sigh and suddenly wide eyes sent shock waves through Amanda’s blood and it was her turn to draw a sharp, thrilled breath.
“I need you to come,” Amanda said with ferocious intensity and she saw surrender flicker in the gray eyes as she returned to feasting on Clancy’s pulsating clitoris, thrusting her tongue fast and hard in time with her own rising demand. As her fingers plied the quivering flesh Amanda groaned and she heard the echo in Clancy’s feverish response. Powerful, unstoppable tremors began to course through their two bodies, between their bodies and beyond their bodies into the realm of unguarded emotion. Intense orgasm shook Clancy and Amanda to their cores and as the final undulations began deep in their bodies, the rush of pleasured exultation melted something indefinable that had both drawn them together and kept them apart.
“Amanda, oh God, Amanda,” Clancy whispered as she gazed up at the sky and tenderly cradled the golden head to her belly.
Amanda shivered with gratification at the unmistakable sound of deep satisfaction. She kissed the smooth skin in a series of tiny touches that began at Clancy’s navel and followed the line that led down to the mound of coppery curls. She tracked her hands up from Clancy’s still fluttering knees, up the long, tautly defined muscles to her groin and belly and she inhaled the sharp fresh scent of sex, sun and sweat. It was shockingly good, shockingly new; she loved it. But there was a problem.
“Clancy, I have to move, my knees are killing me,” she murmured and was rewarded by a throaty laugh.
“Oh, my poor girl! You won’t have any skin left on them.” Clancy yanked up her pants and zipped and straightened herself back to a semblance of normalcy. She put out her hands to Amanda who gratefully took them and, with a series of ouches and heartfelt groans, slowly got to her feet. Beneath the long pants the skin of her knees was pitted with the indentations of tiny pellets of rock. She rubbed gingerly at them and decided she would live.
She stood up and took Clancy’s hands between her own. “I have never wanted someone so much and never done anything quite like that. It was…” She shook her head trying for a word that adequately described the voluptuous excitement that still coursed through her veins. “It was wonderful. You are wonderful.” She grinned at Clancy who was looking at her with quizzical warmth, head cocked slightly to one side.
Around them, the aftermath of the storm was evident in the trilling of birds, relieved to be able to forage for food before dark. Out to sea, the ocean was still dark, uneasy and topped by white horses, but the sun shone again and it warmed Amanda and Clancy as they stood clasped in each other’s arms beside the flat rock. The air was crisp and clean, the vegetation glistened and the scent of wet earth was intoxicating. It was like a new world and Amanda kissed Clancy with joy in its newness.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered. “I love you with all my heart.”
Clancy sighed happily and clung to her, eyes drinking in everything she wanted to see.
“My heart is yours,” she said softly. “Always.” She kissed Amanda on both cheeks, “Merry Christmas and a happy new year.”
Amanda laughed and threw back her head to breathe in her gladness and her eyes widened as she saw what was happening in the sky behind them. She clutched Clancy and whooped at the sight.
“Look!” she exclaimed joyously, pointing to the west to the towering formations of still threatening rain clouds. They were all shades of purple, black and baleful as the sun shone behind them and the edges of the formation dazzled and shimmered with light and the sun’s rays.
“Oh, my Lord,” Clancy said, wonderment and euphoria in her voice and eyes. “It’s going to be okay, my darling. It’s all going to be good. That is the silver lining we’ve been waiting for.” She grabbed Amanda’s hand and started up the track.
“Come on, let’s go tell your mum and the boys everything. I want to get home in time to show them our silver lining.”
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