The Beach House

by JT Harding

  When Kim’s eyes locked onto hers Jenni knew it was going to be okay and her shoulders relaxed.

  “Ah-ahh-ah!” Ami shouted, still waiting to be picked up. She rattled the bars of her playpen.

  Kim touched Jenni’s arm, closing her fingers around her wrist. “Come here a minute.”

  Jenni put her wine glass down on the glass table and followed Kim back into the hallway, down a side corridor. Kim stopped and turned to her. Jenni stood in front of Kim, close.

  “I didn’t want to do this in front of Ami,” Kim said, and pulled Jenni close and kissed her, pulling her face down onto hers, one hand sliding down to cup Jenni’s ass.

  Kim’s small breasts pressed against her own, Jenni’s nipples instantly hardening to sharp peaks and wetness flooded between her legs. She breathed in the scent of the woman she had thought of ten times a day for the last four months, tasted the sweetness of her lips, fought with her tongue as they both tried to invade each other’s mouth and Jenni placed her hand over Kim’s breast and felt her arousal too. They ground their hips against each other. Kim kissed her neck, grasped her breasts and lowered her face to them.

  “I’ve missed you, Jen.” Kim was breathing hard as she stepped back. She had cut her hair shorter, showing the lobes of her ears. It suited her, Jenni thought, showing more of her face.

  “Not as much as I’ve missed you all.”

  “Yeah?” Kim grinned.

  “Yeah.”

  “For real?”

  “For real.”

  “You staying?”

  “Can I?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  “Then I’m staying.”

  Kim kissed her again, briefly ran the flat of her hand down from Jenni’s neck, over her breasts, along her belly and finally between her legs. Jenni responded, pressing onto the hand.

  From back in the living room Ami’s cries grew louder.

  “You’re going to have to go play with her, you know that.”

  Jenni nodded, kissed Kim on the neck.

  “She usually goes down just after seven,” Kim said.

  “Yeah?” Jenni’s voice sounded hoarse in her ears. “What time is it now?”

  Kim laughed and slapped her butt. “Soon, babe, real soon.”

  ***

  Jenni lifted Ami out of her playpen, surprised at how much heavier she was, spent an hour rolling around the smooth wooden floor with her, tickling her stomach, sliding her along on her little ass while she laughed and giggled.

  Some time later Kim asked, “D’you want to eat, Jen?”

  Jenni looked up and shook her head. “Not food.”

  “You okay with her for a while? I’m gonna grab a shower.”

  “Sure. Can I feed her?”

  “Knock yourself out. She’s due any time now, but I’ll be out soon if you want to wait. If you really want to everything’s in the kitchen, through there.”

  Jenni played some more, then carried Ami through and heated a jar of food and spent a delightful ten minutes leading the spoon in her hand. Ami had caught on fast and by the time Kim returned in a long silk robe Ami’s face was almost clean.

  “If you want to clean up I’ll finish up here,” Kim said, trailing her fingers along Jenni’s shoulder. She had applied perfume, expensive and subtle. Beneath Jenni caught the scent of Kim’s arousal, too strong to mask.

  Jenni went through, searching the corridors until she found a large bathroom where Kim had obviously showered. She looked through a second door and discovered a bedroom. An enormous bed with covers turned down, waiting. Jenni stripped and showered, stepped out and opened the mirrored cabinet, found what she was looking for and stepped back into the shower. She lathered herself and placed the razor flat below her navel, smiled and drew it straight down, removing a band of hair all the way to her clitoris. She repeated the movement until every trace of hair had been removed. She rinsed, enjoying the pulse of the shower against her clitoris, then shaved again, wanting to be as smooth and perfect as she could be. It would have been better with Joe as well, but she was so aroused she didn’t think it was going to matter too much whether there were two or three or ten of them.

  She turned the shower off and ducked back into the hall and pulled her suitcase through, flicked the catches and took out the garment she had carefully laid on the top of everything else. She shook the sheer jersey dress once and pulled it over her head, wriggled the soft material down over her breasts and belly and hips. She had put on a little weight since September and the dress was even more obscene than the last time she wore it. Which suited Jenni just fine.

  When she walked through Kim and Ami were sitting on the wide couch reading a story book. Kim held Ami’s hand and traced Ami’s finger across each word as she spoke aloud. As she read a word she plopped Ami’s fingertip at the start of the word, waited, swishing her finger across as she uttered the word. Each time Ami laughed.

  “Dog…” Laugh. “Cat…” Laugh. “Tree…” Laugh.

  Kim glanced up, did a double take when she recognized what Jenni wore. Jenni flushed, her nipples hardening instantly.

  “Wow!” Kim said, and Ami laughed again, thinking it was a new word.

  “You like?”

  Kim nodded. She still wore the silk robe, now parted over her legs, showing slim thighs encased in red stockings. They stopped near the top of her thighs and Jenni saw pale flesh above. She sat in a leather armchair across from the couch and watched, waiting as Kim continued to read. The jersey dress rode high on her thighs and she relaxed, comfortable to display for Kim, knowing Ami was too young to care. It was obvious Kim’s attention was no longer on the book, and Ami sensed this as well and after five minutes her eyes began to droop.

  “I’m going to put her down,” Kim said.

  Jenni nodded. “Can I come?” She followed Kim to a pretty nursery, animal prints on the walls, revolving mobiles hanging from the ceiling. Kim laid Ami in her cot, kissed her pretty face and stood while they both watched her drift into sleep. Jenni stood beside Kim, their fingers lightly brushing, conscious of heat radiating from her body.

  When Ami was asleep Kim said, “So… what d’you feel like doing now?”

  Jenni shrugged. “You wanna go out somewhere?”

  Kim laughed and took her hand. “Fuck that.”

  Jenni kicked the bedroom door closed behind them. Kim checked she could hear Ami breathing on the baby monitor then let the robe slip from her shoulders and pool on the wood floor. She stood with her back to Jenni dressed in red stockings, minute red panties and red bra. Jenni walked over and slipped her arms around from behind, cupping Kim’s breasts.

  “Know what I really want to do?”

  “Same as me?” Kim said.

  Jenni nodded and kissed Kim’s shoulder.

  Kim turned inside her arms and they kissed.

  “I just love you in that dress, Jen, but d’you think we can take it off now?”

  Jenni let Kim work the dress upward. As it revealed her cleanly shaved pussy Kim stopped, leaned in and kissed her there, her lips and tongue electric on Jenni’s skin.

  “I like,” Kim said.

  “D’you still shave yourself?” Jenni asked.

  “Why d’you think I was so long in the shower, babe?” She kissed Jenni again.

  “If you don’t stop doing that I think I’m gonna come right here and now.”

  Kim kissed her again. “Good.”

  Jenni grabbed her and pulled her up. “Not yet.” Jenni pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside. “Now you’re overdressed.”

  “Fix that for me.” Kim turned her back and Jenni unclipped the bra. Jenni went to her knees and slid her fingers up inside the tight panties, her palms flat against Kim’s ass. Her thumb probed between Kim’s cheeks and found her budded rear entrance.

  “Oh fuck, babe, you don’t mess around, do you?”

  Jenni kissed her hip, started to ease the panties down.

  “No – tear ‘em off,” Kim gasped, her br
eath coming fast.

  “But they’re-”

  “Tear ‘em,” Kim growled, and Jenni gripped the fine silk and pulled hard. They tore down the back, parted and hung loose on Kim’s hips. Kim turned around, presenting herself to Jenni and she needed no encouragement. She reached up, her hands on Kim’s breasts and her mouth closed around Kim’s clitoris and drew it against her tongue.

  Kim gripped Jenni’s hair in her fist and held her against her before pulling away. She walked backward until her legs met the bed, allowed herself to fall back, parting her thighs, staring down at Jenni, making her need obvious.

  Jenni slipped her tongue along Kim’s smooth thighs and invaded her sweet entrance. Fluid met her tongue, sweet and scented of Kim. Jenni wanted more. She pushed Kim along the bed, straddled her, grabbing Kim’s legs and body and turning her, pressing her own soaking pussy down against hers, grunting as she began to ride against the lighter woman. Jenni’s deep breasts swayed and bounced, her head going back. Kim reached up and touched her, trying to reach everywhere at once. Jenni leaned forward, her belly touching Kim’s belly, her breasts trembling against Kim’s breasts, her pussy flattened to Kim’s pussy and she fucked her, hard and relentless, watching the fire peak in Kim’s eyes once and her body tremored against her own and still Jenni ground against her, grabbed her and turned Kim over and locked her legs back around her, pussy now against Kim’s ass and she fucked her like that, fucked her hard and desperately until Kim cried out a second time and Jenni gripped her hips tight and fucked her until her own climax peaked and erupted.

  “Yes, babe… fuck me,” Kim grunted.

  Jenni heaved against her, the fire almost too much to bear and when she came she gushed hard against Kim’s ass, her fluids soaking Kim and dripping down onto the covers.

  They lay wrapped together, unable to exist for more than a minute without kissing, unable to resist touching each other.

  “I’ve decided I like fucking girls,” Kim said.

  “Good. ‘Cause I haven’t near finished with you yet.”

  “Ooh, tell me. Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”

  “Everything.”

  Kim laughed. “Not enough. You going to squirt like that every time?”

  “I’ve never come like that before.”

  “I liked it.”

  “Me too.”

  “I’ve made a mess all over your bed.”

  Kim kissed her nipple, spent some time playing with both breasts and Jenni lay on her back, luxuriating in another woman’s hands on her body, a vibration starting up inside.

  “Make as much mess as you like, babe,” Kim said, coming up to kiss her lips. “Someone else can wash ’em now.”

  Jenni laughed and pulled Kim up until her mouth found her soft pussy, tugging Kim’s legs so her knees straddled her shoulders, holding Kim against her as she tried to work free, showing no mercy until Kim climaxed against her and slumped back, loose and tangled against Jenni.

  Kim twisted and turned to lie flat on Jenni, their bodies fitting together.

  “What’s Joe going to think when he gets home?” Jenni asked, nervous again.

  “Same as me,” Kim said.

  “Are you sure?”

  Kim lifted herself up on her arms, glanced down across Jenni and nodded. “Oh yeah, babe. Just look at you. He’s going to love this.”

  Jenni was in free-fall, wind rushing past. She had stepped off the edge, trusting to fate, trusting to this couple she was madly in love with.

  Chapter 18

  It was Jenni’s first time in an airplane, and she had chosen to break herself in on a long-haul flight. The entire experience was new to her, the freshness of it all swamping any nerves she had, fascinated at every step of the process. She even enjoyed the queue to pass through security. Had she possessed a passport before coming to New York she would have been taking this flight sooner, but she had been forced to wait while her application was processed. Kim had helped Jenni complete the forms.

  Now, forty thousand feet over the Atlantic west of Ireland the pilot came on and announced in the voice Jenni was already recognizing as the pilot voice that they would shortly be crossing over the south west tip of Ireland and if they looked through the left side windows they would catch a glimpse of Cork. Jenni was sitting in a window seat, but on the other side. There was a name other than left or right, and although Jenni remembered the names she couldn’t remember which was which. Right side window suited her fine. She gazed down for the first hour before becoming bored at cloud and Atlantic. She slept, woke for lunch, read – not one of Joe’s books but a Steven King which had been signed and sent to Joe in return for one of his. Jenni had not wanted to bring the book, even though she did like Steven King’s writing. Kim had insisted she had to, could not leave the book a quarter read, the book that had sat on the nightstand on the left side of the bed. The bed she had shared with Kim every night since arriving in New York.

  Fifteen minutes later Jenni caught sight of land through her window and the big Boeing shuddered slightly as thermals rose at the border between water and earth. Her ears popped as they started a long descent. The pilot came back on and told them they would be arriving ahead of schedule at three-forty. The seat belt signs came on and they were asked to put their seat backs up. Jeni’s had been up throughout the flight. She hadn’t wanted to miss anything.

  As they descended the landscape came up to meet them. Jenni made out houses, roadways, traffic on highways although Kim had told her they were called motorways over here. Lots of houses, lots of roads, many cars. A small country, the entire British Isles able to fit inside some American states with room to spare, but only if you flattened it down a little first.

  Jenni noticed some of the passengers around her gripping their armrests as the big plane came down and the land streamed backward past the window, but she felt only excitement. They crossed a wide roadway packed with traffic, some driver craning their heads up, so close Jenni felt she could reach out and touch them. Then they were crossing the outer boundary and suddenly wheels touched. The plane bounced once, gently, came back and stuck. The nose dipped and the engines roared as panels came out to deflect their blast. G-force pushed Jenni forward and she grinned, so many new experiences. She glanced at her watch, the old one with the scratched face she had been given by her brother as a wedding present. Ten after three. By the time they taxied and the doors were opened another fifteen minutes had passed. Jenni was one of the first through the door. She had nothing other than a small bag stored in the overhead locker. She stowed the book carefully inside, determined not to lose it even though Kim had laughed at her fears.

  “Fuck, Jen, we’ll just get Steve to sign another if you lose it!”

  Getting out of the airport was simpler than getting in had been and by four Jenni was waiting for a train. She could have taken a cab, Kim said money was not an issue. Jenni had so far refused to take anything off Kim and Joe. She had her own money. Her small house had sold faster than she expected, bought by off-islanders looking for a vacation bolt hole. Wrong side of the island, but they wouldn’t know that yet. Jenni had enough money of her own for the moment. She had bought her own ticket, could afford a cab but she and Kim had sat at the laptop and discovered the train was the fastest way into central London.

  Thursday in February, light already fading from the sky, the weather warmer than Jenni had expected as the train whisked her into Paddington station. From there she did take a cab, giving the driver the address she had written on a slip of paper. The last leg made her the most nervous. She had to be at her destination by six. Any later and the whole plan would be blown. And trying to get across London at five in the evening was, apparently, a lot harder than she had imagined.

  Jenni leaned forward and spoke through the open glass partition. Ahead of the cab stationery traffic had not moved in five minutes.

  “I really need to be at that address before six. Is there anything you can do? It’s worth a good tip if you get me
there on time.”

  The driver’s eyes met hers in the mirror.

  “See what I can do, love.” He didn’t sound at all like Dick van Dyke. His voice was the real deal. “As soon as we can move an inch.”

  Jenni slumped back. Checked her watch. Five-forty.

  Another five minutes passed before the traffic started to move.

  “This town’s a nightmare, love.”

  Jenni nodded. Town?

  The driver cut his black cab right across traffic, raising a blast of horns, ducked into an alley that looked too narrow but he barreled straight in, hung a hard left and right, dipped down beneath an archway, back up and bullied his way into another stream of traffic. Two minutes passed and he repeated the maneuver. He was grinning, enjoying himself.

  “I’ll get you there in plenty of time, love, don’t you worry.”

  They pulled up outside Foyles bookshop in Charring Cross Road at ten before six.

  Jenni pulled a fifty pound note from her wallet and pushed it through to the driver. “Is this enough?”

  “Too much, love. I’ll get your change.”

  “Keep it.” She was already climbing out.

  “I hope he’s worth it.”

  Jenni stopped long enough to reply. “Oh, he is.” Then she was standing on the sidewalk as people streamed around her, looking at Joe’s picture on a poster in the bookshop window. Written in large black letters: February 13th - Personal appearance by Joe Fransiscus signing his number one bestseller Dead Time.

  Jenni pushed through the door.

  “Where’s the signing?” she asked a man stacking books into a display. He pointed through to the back of the store and Jenni wound her way through bookcases and display stands.

  Her watch showed five before six and she couldn’t see him anywhere. She swung around, went back the way she had come, tried another direction, panic fluttering in her chest. She wished Kim had come with her, but she never flew unless she absolutely had to, and beside Ami needed her at home.