Instigations

by Kiki Archer

  “Yes, why do you think I did it?!” She made a backing off gesture with her right hand. “Patrick and Sue need to loosen their control.”

  Kat laughed. “You love them really.”

  “I know I do,” she grinned cheekily, “but do you know what I would love right now?”

  “What?”

  Freya smiled.

  Kat raised her eyebrows. “In your car, on your drive? No way.” She glanced out of the window. “Look! Mrs Smith’s curtains just twitched!”

  “Hmm, maybe Jess and Lucy were right. Maybe you are a bit of a prude.” Freya knew that would do it.

  Kat exaggerated a pout. “You really want me to go there?”

  “Yes,” said Freya with a straight face.

  She composed herself. If Freya wanted raunchy then she could give her raunchy. She unclipped her seatbelt and slung it back over her shoulder, pushing her boobs out and reaching for Freya’s upper thigh. “Right, you sexy little bitch. Take me inside and fuck me over your mother’s kitchen counter.”

  Freya didn’t know whether to laugh or run for her life. “I was only teasing.”

  Kat maintained her serious stare. “I’m not. I need to be fucked and I need it now.”

  Freya giggled nervously. The piercing blue eyes were actually a turn on, so she slid out of the car, ran around to Kat’s side and dragged her by the hand to the red front door.

  Kat leaned against the coarse bricked wall in the open porch way and teasingly opened the top button of her shirt. “I want you to be hard and fast.”

  Freya fumbled with her keys, eventually dropping them to the flecked carpet as the door swung open. “Come here.” She kicked the door closed and pushed Kat against the floral wallpaper, kissing her roughly.

  Kat broke it off, took Freya’s hand and walked her past the numerous school photos of Freya through the ages, and into the kitchen. “I want you to fuck me from behind against this counter.” She signalled to Sue Elton’s prized worktop which no one was allowed to use in case they scratched the sparkling marble surface.

  Freya was in a state of excited shock. “You never swear!”

  “You insinuated I was a prude ... I’m just showing you that I’m not. Now fuck me.”

  Freya gulped and stood behind her, slowly undoing her white shirt button by button, kissing her neck and exposing her black lace bra. She pulled down at the cups with both hands and Kat’s large pert breasts popped forwards. She gently leaned her over and heard Kat gasp when her nipples brushed against the cold marble. Freya unzipped Kat’s black trousers and kissed the curve of her back, pulling them down enough to enable her to slide her tongue between the cheeks of her firm bottom. She pulled Kat’s legs apart and used both hands to reveal her target. Everything was exposed.

  Kat rested her head on her hands which were flat on the marble surface, arms bent at the elbow. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, but yet so free and in control. She very rarely swore and had never in her whole life spoken dirty, but this was a thrill and the atmosphere was intense. She closed her eyes to avoid them being drawn to the trinkets scattered around Sue Elton’s homely kitchen. There was a never ending display of ceramic signs that read statements such as ‘Mum’s kitchen. Heart of the home,’ or ‘Dinner choices. 1 = Take it. 2 = Leave it.’ She suddenly felt Freya’s tongue slowly slide down her back, through her cheeks, stopping just above her bottom. She realised that Freya did not know where to go.

  Kat could not resist it. “Just how rude do you want me to be?”

  Freya grinned, “O.M.G! I love this side to you.”

  “Really?” said Kat, momentarily lifting her head from the marble surface.

  “Yes! Now tell me what you want.”

  Kat teased. “Well, I think we should save that for another day.” She returned her head to her arms and closed her eyes once more. “I want you to use your fingers to fuck my pussy!”

  “O.M. Bloody. G!” She stood up behind Kat, reached round for her breast and teased her nipple. “Say it again, but dirtier.”

  Kat smiled. “Screw my foo foo.” Freya started to giggle, so she increased her volume. “Split my kitty, you bitch.”

  Freya was trying not to wet herself. “Be serious!”

  “Me?!”

  “Yes, you!” Freya composed herself and ran her two fingers between Kat’s legs. “I am going to fuck you hard and fast with my fingers.”

  The electric touch instantly took away her laughter and she moaned with satisfaction. “Yes do it. Fuck me hard and fast.”

  Patrick and Sue Elton pulled into the drive and noticed that the red front door was slightly ajar. Patrick had been told to go and investigate while Sue protected the Volvo. What if the burglars had Freya tied up and then proceeded to tie her and Patrick up and make off with the car. No, Sue had declared, it was best for Patrick to go and check. The fact that nothing as exciting as a stolen hanging basket had ever happened on the cul-de-sac in the past twenty five years had failed to quell Sue’s fear of the dangers in this life.

  Patrick opened the front door and gave an immediate thumbs up. Sue could be ridiculous at times but he knew it best to entertain her demanding behaviour.

  Silly man hasn’t even checked yet she thought, seeing the signal and undoing her seatbelt.

  The shout was loud and clear.

  “Fuck my wet pussy Freya. Fuck it. Harder. Yesssss! I want my pussy fucked hard and fast. That’s it. Yes! Fuck my pussy.”

  Patrick dashed back towards his fast approaching wife. “Wait a minute darling, Kat and Freya are just in the kitchen.”

  She bustled past him. “Great! I can’t believe it’s four o’clock and we still don’t know how she got on. Utterly ridiculous telling us so late in the afternoon.”

  “Wait Sue, wait.”

  She pushed the red door back open. “Freya? Freya sweetheart! Come on!” She bent to take off her shoes, reaching for her latest pair of warm slippers.

  Freya lifted her head. “Oh shit. Quick.” She shoved Kat by the bottom, sending her hopping, with her trousers around her ankles, towards the bathroom. She raced quickly to stall her parents in the hall.

  “Freya, darling! Come here.” Sue walked forwards and took Freya’s hands. “So come on then!” She released her grip and wiped her fingers on her grey woollen skirt. “Your hands are wet. Have you been chopping the veg?”

  Freya tried to hide her panic. “Something like that.”

  “Well you better not have been using my marble counter young lady, I don’t care how well you have got on!”

  “She is only teasing,” said Patrick, not quite able to look at his bright eyed daughter.

  Sue bustled past Freya and peered into the kitchen. “Where is Katherine?”

  “Mum, I have told you it’s Kat.” She also peeped back around into the kitchen. “She must be in the bathroom. You two go and sit in the lounge and we will bring in a tray of tea and I will show you how I did.”

  “Oh for goodness sake Freya, just tell us.”

  “Not in the hall Sue. Come on let’s do as she says. It is her day after all.” Patrick raised his eyebrows and tried to gently remind his wife of their earlier conversation.

  Freya ushered them into the pristine lounge and quickly returned to the kitchen, closing the door as she entered. Kat peeped her head out of the bathroom and both raced towards the other with mouths aghast in horror and excitement, but instead of the cries of worry or giggles of nerves, they found themselves back in a passionate embrace. “You are just too much!” whispered Kat, finally breaking free.

  “Me?” Freya widened her eyes. “I think it was you who was doing all of the shouting!”

  Kat smiled and whispered into her ear, “Well at least you don’t have to tell me to just touch down there anymore.”

  “Well I certainly won’t be shouting for you to fuck my wet pussy when we go and see your mum and dad!” The giggles had begun.

  “Do you think they heard?” asked Kat as she made the final adjustments to h
er trouser zip.

  “Do you think we would be standing here like this if they did?” Freya made a halo sign above her head and pointed at her girlfriend. “Don’t worry, my mother will still think you are the second coming. I wonder what compliment she will pay you today?”

  Kat smiled, the reaction from Mrs Elton on their first introduction had indeed been a surprise. It was as if Sue viewed her as the chair of the parish council, or the head of the women’s institute. She behaved like one of those women who wanted to befriend you in order to improve their perceived social standing. Kat could not work out if it was the fact she was a teacher, or the belief Sue held about her wonderful education, or possibly the detail that her father was a doctor and the information that she grew up in one of the idyllic Cotswold villages. Whatever it was, Sue Elton had been overwhelmingly appreciative of Kat’s desire to ‘take on her daughter’ as she had embarrassingly put it.

  After some hasty preparation, Freya carefully walked back into the lounge with the four steaming mugs of tea balanced on the worn floral tray. Her parents were perched on the edge of the cream corduroy sofa, anxiously waiting. For a moment she felt bad. They had been so desperate to accompany her to the school and had promised to stay in the car while she collected the results, but she had said that was not an option. They had begged for a phone call from the hall instead, but when that was rejected they had to settle for this. Patrick smiled encouragingly. His daughter had always been rather temperamental and neither he nor his wife fully believed her fiery nature to be completely extinguished. So when it came to something like this, they did as they were told. Or at least Patrick did.

  “Freya this really has been rather ridiculous you making us wait this long.” Sue could not help it. “I mean who do you think has nurtured your education for these past eighteen years? Who brought you all of your books? Who paid for your laptop?”

  “I did?” said Patrick.

  “Oh Patrick, stop it!” She shook her head at her daughter. “Freya, I just want it noted that this was not the way I envisioned it.”

  Freya placed the tray on the glass table. “Well there is a lot about my life that you probably never envisioned, Mother.” She took a deep breath and took Kat’s hand, guiding her to the matching cream sofa seat. “There is a reason I wanted to wait until now.” She paused and looked at Kat, reassured by the warmth radiating from her encouraging blue eyes. “I wanted to wait until we were all here at home,” she coughed, “because there might be some more great news to hopefully follow this.” She quickly pulled the piece of crumpled white paper from her pocket and was about to announce her results when her mother cut in.

  “Oh for goodness sake. Now I am worrying about the news after this bit of news. Why is everything so dramatic with you? Why can you not just do things the easy way?” She tutted and tried to engage Kat in acknowledging and seconding the tut, but Kat kept her eyes firmly on Freya.

  “I got straight A’s,” she whooped, flinging the piece of paper towards her parents and jumping into the air. “I did it Dad,” she whispered as Patrick shot up and surrounded her with the proudest hug of his life.

  Sue retrieved the piece of paper from the floral tray and shook a couple of drips of tea from its corner. “Can you see where you came nationally?”

  “Mum, I got four A’s! That is the best you can get.” She was still trapped in her father’s warm arms and looked over his shoulder. “I have got my pick of the universities.”

  Patrick immediately stepped back. “But I thought your first choice was Birmingham. Oh please, please don’t tell me you want to move miles away.”

  “I don’t. I accepted Birmingham this morning.”

  “Oh you tease,” the hug was back, “you don’t have to spend your trust money on halls. You are close enough to stay here and we can check your work and help you with your coursework.” He glanced at Kat. “But we will give you girls the space you need.” It was the first time he had actually managed to look at her since they had arrived home. Kat had seemed like such a professional, mature, clever woman. Always composed and together. The thought that she liked to talk dirty was just too hard to believe. He sighed and hugged his daughter again, realising it was not disgust or abhorrence he felt, but pride and slight jealousy. The closest he ever got to a wet pussy was when he found the neighbour’s cat stuck in his gutter last winter.

  “So Katherine, what do all of these scores mean?” Sue patted the corduroy seat recently vacated by her husband.

  Kat edged over and took the paper. “These just show how she got on in each module, but all that really matters is that she got straight A’s. It really is quite a feat.”

  “You did it as well, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, but contrary to what the papers say, exams are actually getting harder.” Kat smiled and took Sue’s hand. “What Freya has achieved is outstanding.”

  Sue felt a buzz of importance and looked up at her daughter still giggling with her father. She had to admit it, Freya may have caused no end of conflict for the past eighteen years, but this, this she had got right. “Yes it is, isn’t it. Come here, clever clogs.” She stood from the sofa and stretched out her arms. “I am very proud of you.”

  Freya squeezed her mother quickly and added, “Well don’t get too comfortable everybody. There is some more news.”

  Here we go again thought Sue, my daughter is about to ruin this moment as well. It was always the same; beautiful dresses deliberately muddied with the climbing of trees, family photos spoilt with an outstretched tongue, childhood tantrums in the most embarrassing of places. Yes it was all a long time ago, but it was still very hard to forget.

  Freya’s mischievous green eyes twinkled. “I am moving into Kat’s apartment on Friday.”

  “Kat’s apartment?”

  “Yes Mum. I am taking Jess’s room in Kat’s apartment.”

  “Oh no you’re not, young lady.”

  “Oh yes I am, Mother.”

  And we are off, thought Patrick, taking a seat on the sofa, lifting his mug of tea, and wondering if he should tell Kat his wet pussy story.

  Chapter Five

  Lucy tapped loudly on Freya’s bedroom door. She pushed it open quickly and popped her head around the corner. “Caught you!” She gave an elongated wolf whistle. “You two just can’t get enough can you?!”

  Kat and Freya placed their weighty history books down on the double bed and looked up.

  “Is this as hot as it’s going to get in here?” asked Lucy, looking around at Jess’s old shelves now full of novels, reference books and miniature models of the human skeleton and muscular systems. There was not a pink trinket or tarot card in sight. The move had been quick and easy. It was not that Jess had been forgotten, more that Freya had fitted in with ease. Two weeks in and she had not caught them once. She and Ben were constantly being found in some adventurous position in some inappropriate location around the apartment. It was as if Mr Long was their fifth housemate. In reality, Ben was not even their fourth housemate, but he was rarely out of the place. No one seemed to mind though, and he more than paid his way, always insisting the takeouts, DVDs and booze were on him.

  The move in day had been bizarre with Freya’s mother fawning over Kat and her framed certificates, reminding Kat to keep her daughter on the straight and narrow. Kat had tried to crack a joke about the straight, but backtracked quickly when it became obvious that Sue was not following. Lucy pondered for a second at the memory. “You know I’m sure your mother thinks you two are just friends. Or that Kat is like your education guardian or something!” She walked into the bedroom and picked one of the boring history novels off the bed. “Looks like she was right!”

  “My mother knows that this is the best all round. I get to take that step away from home, to grow in my own confidence as an individual, without having the horrific conditions of university halls and temptations of all night parties.” Freya grabbed Kat’s waist with a tickle. “That is how Kat sold it anyway!”

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p; “She just needed a nudge in the right direction,” smiled Kat.

  Lucy mused with intent. “I might be climbing up the wrong tree and barking here, but it seems to me like you could nudge Mrs Susan Elton in which ever direction you wanted Kat!”

  “Don’t! That is just wrong!” wailed Freya.

  Kat reached out from the bed and grabbed an article from the new IKEA desk that Freya had recently added to the room. She thumbed the numerous pages and paused for a second to find her place. “Well, interestingly I was reading this earlier and it is a new study by,” she flicked back to the front page, “by the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, which found that a suppressed same sex attraction and a strict upbringing can lead to homophobia.”

  Lucy had switched off at the words interesting and study, but wanted to contribute so added, “Perez Hilton tweeted today that homophobes are secret gays.”

  “I think it’s the same story,” Kat offered kindly.

  Freya sat bolt upright and flicked her long wavy hair. “Are you two trying to suggest that my mother has suppressed her desire for women because my grandmother was strict and now she is opposed to me and my same sex partner?”

  “No, I just think she is a secret gash gobbler.” Lucy always managed to deliver her lines with such a straight face.

  Freya had to giggle. “Could you imagine?”

  Lucy plonked herself on the end of the bed which creaked under the weight of her muscular frame. “Right Kat, would you rather Freya’s mother gobbled your gash, or Freya’s father fingered your foof?”

  Freya grabbed the article and flung it at Lucy. “ENOUGH!! I have only been here two weeks and I have heard more than enough of your, would you rather’s!”

  Kat shook her leg. “She is only teasing.”

  “I know,” she smiled, pausing, “but it’s hard knowing that my own mother is disappointed in who I am.” Freya wafted her hands dismissively, “But hey ho, her problem, not mine.”

  Kat saw the hurt and took her hand. “It’s okay, she-”