Woman to Woman

by Tom Benson

  “Do I scare you, Kathryn, because if I don’t, I should point out that you’re trembling?”

  “Since that night in the taxi … I’ve wanted to—”

  Lauren’s soft kiss cut off the rest of the unnecessary statement. As she pressed her lips to Kathryn’s, she wrapped one arm around the girl, and placed her other hand on Kathryn’s bare thigh, just below her skirt. The kiss lasted several minutes, and Kathryn responded eagerly.

  Lauren broke away. “Is that what you wanted to do?”

  “Mmm—could we do it again, please?”

  “Instead of being all twisted on the sofa, would you like to see your new bedroom?”

  Kathryn’s eyes opened wide, and her lips parted.

  “It’s okay,” Lauren said. “I just thought—”

  “Yes, please.”

  “I don’t want you doing anything that you’d regret.”

  “I want to, Lauren, more than anything.”

  Lauren stood and took Kathryn by the hand, leading her to the bedroom. “When you and your boyfriend have—”

  “We’ve always used condoms—I won’t let him do it without.” Kathryn paused. “Does that make a difference?”

  “Oh, yes.” Lauren smiled. “That makes quite a lot of difference.”

  The pair stood near the bed and kissed, and Lauren took the lead by slowly undressing her young friend. “I want to see … if those breasts of yours are … as big as they look.”

  Kathryn was a little shorter than Lauren, but more buxom and with a thicker waist. She had a lovely face and was feminine from head to toe. She blushed a deep red when she was naked and being assessed.

  “You can undress me now,” Lauren said. “I didn’t do you first to embarrass you—it was because I was eager to see you naked, and it got me aroused.” She sucked on Kathryn’s nipples.

  Five minutes later they were lying on the bed together, in a tight embrace, kissing passionately.

  Lauren used all her skill to take her young lover to the brink and make her plead to have an orgasm. When Lauren kissed down along Kathryn’s body and sucked on her pussy, the first-time lesbian lover cried out in ecstasy as she gripped the duvet under her.

  Lauren glanced up. “Hold my head down … and force me … to eat your pussy.”

  “Oh, my—” Kathryn entangled her slender fingers in ash-blonde hair and cried out again as she was taken to heights she’d never experienced with a boyfriend.

  When Lauren had given Kathryn an unforgettable orgasm, she got up and moved forward to squat over Kathryn’s face. “I want you to … suck me … eat me slowly.”

  “I will … I will—” The promise was muffled by Lauren’s soaking pussy descending.

  After a lovemaking session that for Lauren was relatively short, the pair lay on top of the big bed recovering.

  Kathryn was on her back staring at the ceiling as Lauren lay on her side, using one hand to caress and play along Kathryn’s lovely body. “Does this mean … I’m a lesbian, Lauren?” She continued to stare upwards.

  “No—only you can decide if you want to be a lesbian. You may be like me—bisexual.” She leant forward and kissed Kathryn softly on the lips. “I wouldn’t mention it to anybody else yet, at least until you’re comfortable with the idea.” She kissed her again as she smoothed her palm over the girl’s abdomen. “You have a great body.”

  “When are you leaving, Lauren?” The ceiling held Kathryn’s gaze.

  “In about two weeks, so we won’t be able to do this again.”

  Kathryn turned her head. “Could we do more things this evening, before I have to leave?”

  “Do you mean, naughty, lesbian things?”

  Kathryn giggled. “Yes … I’d like you to … do whatever you want … with me … to me.”

  Lauren reached under her pillow and produced a ten-inch vibrator shaped like a huge thick phallus. “Well, my girl, it looks like we’ll have to see how much of this you can handle.”

  “Oh … my … God.” Kathryn sighed.

  I’m Coming

  Sunday 17th September, 2006

  Lauren drove north in the white van she’d rented, thankful that she’d passed her driving test a couple of years before. She’d been able to hire a car more than once, but had never envisaged herself packing all of her belongings and paintings into a van.

  She smiled when recalling Cliff’s expression. Lauren had walked into the coffee shop to confirm that she was leaving, but she was carrying a large canvas. Her intention had always been to create the self-portrait but only head and shoulders. She had practised so many times and then thought about going the whole way.

  In the end, the portrait was Lauren, nude—her modesty barely covered with the creases of a diaphanous nightie. There was no ego trip in it for Lauren, but she’d been assured that two of the staff in the coffee shop who regularly ogled her when at work were young women. She’d already caught Cliff, and a male teenage assistant staring across the road at her.

  “This will take pride of place in the staff canteen,” Cliff had said. He took his turn with the Sunday staff, giving the artist a hug. “We’re all going to miss you.”

  “I’ll send you guys a card as soon as I settle in. Thank you for all the great service I’ve had.”

  Lauren stopped for a break when she reached the Nottingham area. As she sat in a roadside cafe, she stared out of the window, thinking how strange it was, that her mother was out there probably no more than ten miles away, and no doubt waking up on this Sunday morning with her latest younger man. She could keep them—every bloody one of them.

  About three hours later, having made good time, Lauren stopped for lunch at a small services area which had a decent-looking restaurant as part of the complex. She was now only a few miles from the Scotland and England border, and for the first time, it hit her just how much her life was about to change. There was hardly any worry, but plenty of excitement, and of course Heather would be at the other end of the trip.

  Lauren used the circuitous main route to bypass Edinburgh before she drove across the Forth Road Bridge and headed for Perth and Pitlochry. She’d taken the precaution of writing a few short notes for the final part of her long road trip, and she was warmed by the sense of deja vu as she turned off the main road and slowly drove along the final narrow stretch to the clinic.

  * * *

  “Well, look at you,” Heather came around the small van and embraced her friend. “You must be exhausted after that drive.”

  “I’m a bit tired, but at least now I’m here, and I have everything with me.”

  “Let’s go out to the pond, and I’ll fix us up some coffee. We’ll get you unpacked in a while.”

  They sat out behind the massive building drinking coffee and enjoying the tranquillity. For Lauren, it seemed like a world away from London, and all that she’d left behind. They sat in companionable silence for a while, occasionally turning to look at each other.

  Heather said, “I know I’m not supposed to feel guilty, but I have a confession to make.”

  “So do I, but I’ll feel less guilty if you go first.”

  “Do you remember Sarah—you met briefly when she came to have a word?”

  “The tall, attractive woman, about your age, with long fair hair and quite curvaceous?”

  “Yes, that’s pretty accurate.” Heather looked away for a moment. “Well, I agreed to see her that day as you know, just to put her mind at rest that I’d supply counselling. To cut a long story short, I saw her for a few sessions, and when it was over, she came back to me in early August and asked me out.”

  “I thought she was a married woman?”

  “She was, and actually still is, thanks to our sessions. Sarah and her husband hadn’t had sex for a few months. We’d done the usual tests, prior to counselling. We only saw each other a couple of times, but I made it clear that I didn’t want a deep relationship. Fortunately, her husband got a job offer down in the border region, and they’ll be gone from around he
re in the next week or two.”

  “My confession is a little bit simpler.” Lauren reached out and took Heather’s hand.

  “Go on.” Heather looked unsure about what was to come.

  “Can you remember saying it was a pity about Kathryn being straight?”

  “Oh, Lauren, you are kidding me—that girl who was working with you … the one with the big—”

  “Yes, that one.” Lauren went on to explain briefly about the meal with Gordon, the taxi ride and kiss, and then the one-night stand of more recent times. “She went from curious to bisexual in a very short time.”

  “Did she inherit your job, apartment, and all the trimmings?”

  “Everything, and at my suggestion, Kathryn is helping Gordon with interviews to find another art student to carry on as we were when it was Kathryn and me.”

  “I’m sure that no matter how successful the gallery is, Gordon will miss you terribly.”

  “Gordon and the gallery will continue, just as everybody else around there will continue. I’m probably going to feel that I haven’t quite left until I’ve been away a week or two.”

  “Well, my girl, I’ve set up a training programme for you, and it starts on Monday 2nd October.”

  “Does that mean I’m on holiday until then?”

  “Yes, and I’ve cut down my appointments so we can relax together before we get this show properly on the road. In about two weeks I also have an interview scheduled for a chef.”

  “It’s really all coming together, and I’m so pleased for you.” She paused with her coffee at her lips. “Talking about things coming together—why did we walk around the building, instead of through the front door?”

  “I’ll explain shortly.” Heather sat back and lifted her cup, smiling.

  * * *

  A few minutes after finishing their coffee and talking about their most recent activities, Heather led the way back around to the front door.

  “A new sign,” Lauren said. “It’s very smart, and I don’t know why I didn’t see it when I parked.”

  “Probably because you still had white lines in your vision after the drive up the country.” Heather pushed open the main door.

  “Oh, wow—this is brilliant, Heather.” Lauren stepped forward into the large square hallway which was now fully carpeted from wall to wall. The doors had all been replaced, and each had a small name plaque with their designation. The stairs, bannister and walls were all highly polished.

  On the wall to the right, was a painting of Echo and Narcissus which Lauren recognised and nodded her approval.

  Heather said, “To the right beside the main door is the White Room, next is the Lounge, which is for guests, and then my private suite, and at the back, as you’ll remember, the dining room.”

  They walked along to the dining room and went inside. Gone were the simple fittings, table and two chairs. The place was fitted with modern, cupboards, and had a long worktop along one side. Four stylish tables, each with four chairs took up the floor space, and on the wall was The Banquet, by none other than Lauren Ashton.

  “I’m honoured to see one of my paintings in here—thank you.”

  “I wanted something appropriate and tasteful, and I think it works brilliantly. No need to tell you that my other two paintings are in my lounge and bedroom.”

  The tour went on so that Lauren got to see the refurbished and totally refitted kitchen, which now looked like something belonging in a hotel. When they went upstairs, Heather led past the other doors to a room marked as Private.

  “This is yours,” Heather said. “If there are any changes you’d like to make, including the furniture, bed or whatever, let me know, and we’ll get it sorted for you.”

  “It’s beautiful.” Lauren stepped into the spacious square room. A large bed dominated the floor area, and the modern furniture was all white with gold trim. The wardrobe was fitted with three fully-mirrored sliding doors. Lauren walked across to the large bay window to appreciate the view she’d get from her bed every morning—the Scottish Highlands. “I love it, Heather—thank you.”

  “That door in the corner leads to your ensuite facilities, and I’ve put some nice fluffy towels in there for you.”

  The pair embraced and stood still for a short while.

  “Right,” Heather said after a deep breath. “We’ll get your things unpacked, and while you get organised, I’ll fix up dinner. We’ll go for a walk afterwards to let you have some fresh air and get used to your surroundings. After that—it’s an early night for you.”

  “What about seeing the rest—”

  “For tonight at least, you do as you’re told—you’re exhausted.”

  Everything went according to Heather’s plan, and by ten o’clock Lauren was tucked up in bed. Five minutes later, she was asleep.

  * * *

  .

  Monday 18th September, 2006

  Lauren arrived downstairs to find Heather in the kitchen organising a big breakfast for them both.

  “I thought I was dreaming when I sat up in bed and looked out of that window.”

  Heather laughed. “You’ll get used to it, but it might take a while.”

  The friends sat in the dining room with the large French doors open giving a view of the forest with mountains in the distance.

  “Do I get to see the rest today?” Lauren smiled.

  “Yes, after breakfast I’ll show you the other rooms and of course your private studio for when you want to relax, or in the future, you can work on any commissions you accept.”

  “Will I have time to paint?”

  “Not only will you have time, but there is also a quaint little art shop in Pitlochry, and a small gallery. Both of them have agreed to look at your work to sell for you.”

  “So, I have two jobs now instead of one, and the price of it is to live in Eden with a goddess.”

  Heather laughed. “You get what you deserve in this life, as we both know.” She nodded. “Right then, let’s get you around these other rooms.”

  The tour included the White Room downstairs which lived up to its name and was predominantly white, from the door throughout, including the large rug. Next was the guest's lounge, which had two television screens, except that one was a monitor which could be used for viewing via the CCTV fitted in the various rooms.

  “Upstairs for the rest.” Heather smiled. “I think you’ll like these.” She pushed open the door to the Pink Room. “Pink rug, duvet, curtains, and white furniture with pink trim. The ensuite reflects the same colour scheme.”

  The Green Room, and then the Red Room were next, each reflecting the designation of the room in various shades.

  “There are no pictures or decorations on the walls yet, but I’d like you to help with that aspect. I have some ideas for framed mottos and suchlike, so there is one for each room, and then there will be special little touches we could discuss.”

  “I’d like that—getting involved in the foundation of the clinic.”

  “You might find it strange that there is one room which is ready for its purpose, but the person who fitted it for me only had certain dates free, so I asked him to finish that room to my specification.”

  “It must be the Black Room—the only one we haven’t seen?”

  “Correct.” Heather led the way and pushed open the door. Before she flicked a light switch the place was in darkness. She ushered Lauren forward into what had become a red-tinged dungeon.

  The room was quite small; perhaps only about five metres square. The door was in the centre of a wall. On the wall opposite, there were a wide range of whips, canes, and other items.

  The wall to the left had strange leather, and PVC outfits usually seen in porn movies. There were gags, handcuffs, gloves, shoes and boots, all hanging on the wall, or standing on small shelves. Below these were a bench with a dull, dark red covering, and a small stool.

  There were no windows, which left one more wall, and it supported what looked like a robust square fram
e. Lauren approached and ran a finger along one of the upright beams. It was wooden and appeared secured to the wall, but it was too dark to see much else.

  The frame was about two metres across and two metres high. At both top corners hung handcuffs with fur around them. Lauren looked at the bottom corners and saw similar fur-lined cuffs, but they were attached by short chains to a ledge. The ledge was a narrow step that ran along the length of the frame. There were small corner pieces which provided stability, but no cross members or latticework. On the ceiling and floor were narrow grooves which bore witness to the use of tiny rollers. The frame could be secured at right angles to the wall, giving access to both sides of the person who’d been bound hand and foot.

  “The possibilities are endless for this room,” Lauren whispered. “I love this.”

  “Obviously, this room will be for discipline purposes.”

  “Have you ever used the whips and canes before?”

  “I’ve had a few lessons from a woman who uses that particular type of thing regularly. She has suggested that the best way to learn about spanking is to practise, and she says it’s a good idea to play the part of the victim too—to get to understand both aspects.”

  “I’ve often wondered about spanking, and I remember reading about it in your book. Who would you trust to do it with you if—”

  Heather’s smile and nodding head cut Lauren’s question short. “If we trusted each other, maybe in a few weeks.”

  “Is it natural for me to be getting aroused at the thought?”

  They both laughed and then Heather switched off the light and led the way up a short staircase to Lauren’s studio.

  “As you’ll see, this might be an attic room, but I’ve had the place cleaned and cleared out. We have heating up here and water supply so you’ll be self-sufficient when working. I also had extra large skylight windows fitted. Apart from being a studio, you could set up your exercise bike and suchlike up here, although I’d recommend we both buy mountain bikes to get out and about.”