Sapphic Voices Romance

Goal Defences

The coach shouted "Forty seconds to go!" as the team got in position for the centre pass. Dee checked that she was as close to her opponent as possible but she was confident the ball wouldn’t go directly to her, as the situation called for a set play. Forty seconds to go, scores tied and in the Grand Final, was not the time to try something chancy. It was the opposing team’s last chance to grasp victory, after they’d let a substantial lead slip away from them. Dee knew that she’d had the edge on her immediate opponent in the second half, even though at 5ft 10ins she was a good 3 inches shorter than the towering and surprisingly fleet-footed opposition ‘Goal Attack’. Dee set herself, knowing she had to maintain concentration and dominance over her opponent right up to the final whistle. The ‘Goal Shooter’ had been on fire, especially early in the match: but there was a possibility that the set play would work around the ‘Goal Attack’ taking the last shot, as she had the experience and was captain of their team.


The whistle blew. The feint to ‘Wing Attack’, then the short sharp pass to ‘Wing Defence’ which Dee’s team-mate got a fingernail to, though not enough to deflect it away from the intended recipient. A high, looping pass to the ‘Wing Attack’, who’d made good space. From the corner of her eye Dee saw the ‘Goal Shooter’ hustle her own ‘Goal Keeper’ with a concealed shove and take one step into the clear to receive the pass. She misjudged her step, however and went outside the shooting circle, so wasn’t allowed to shoot. Dee still felt the presence of her opponent, her body being pressed hard up against her. She felt the girl’s first movement and went with it. She was aware of the elbow in the ribs, normal for such a highly competitive grade, especially in a Grand Final; but didn’t allow it to break the contact so, when the ball was delivered in their direction, they rose as one. Dee manoeuvred her hand to the front of the contest and felt the satisfying pain as her stretched fingers felt and deflected the ball from the despairing hands of the frustrated ‘Goal Attack’. The ball fell loose and Dee had the balance and strength to land, twist and grasp the ball. A quick back-hand flick pass to the ‘Wing Defence’, a succession of sharp passes and the ball was in the hands of their ever-reliable ‘Goal Shooter’, who didn’t let them down; scoring the winning goal with two seconds left on the clock.


The final whistle went and everyone invaded the court -- coach, friends, husbands and children all wanting to congratulate the team; backslapping, hugging and kissing. Dee got special hugs for her effort in the final play and she looked around trying to assimilate it all. There was Di’s husband, with his big grin; picking her up in his arms. Jodie’s parents were there with her younger sister tagging along, dreaming of the day she would win a Grand Final. Sara’s boyfriend stood back a little, rather shy with all the boisterous women around. Jo got a huge hug from Cat, short for Caitlyn, the friend she’d brought to watch them at the beginning of the season and who had supported them religiously since then; therefore earning her share of both the league win and now this Grand Final victory. Cat had been a bit quiet at first but, by the end of the season, was mixing well with the whole team; especially Dee, who found her sense of humour delightful and enjoyed the repartee between them. Dee now saw Cat approach her and gave a cheeky grin, "O.K. That’s twenty bucks you owe me".

"Gladly." Smiled Cat as she gave Dee a quick hug. "As long as it’s spent partying hard." They laughed, as the coach arrived with a special congratulatory hug for Dee, giving Cat one for good measure.


The medal presentation followed and Dee then moved away from all the celebrations to reflect on the season. It’d been most satisfying for her, both sporting-wise and socially. It was the first time she’d felt content with her social life since the break up of her marriage nearly two years before. She’d had plenty of opportunities to date, especially in the last year. As the sparkle had returned to her green eyes, her pull to the male population was made evident but she’d found she had a strange reluctance to follow up on any of the dates. They’d all seemed so alike and all so much like Mark, her ex-husband; which, while not bad, had not sparked the least interest for them, in her.


While she wandered to, and then around, the empty change rooms, she pondered on her feelings now, for Mark. They’d never been very strong, much more a liking for a good friend than a loving of a lifelong partner. She’d thought that the romantic love she’d heard others talk about would grow with time but it hadn’t. There was no wildly beating heart, no weakness of the knees, no capitulation of her whole self to the pleasures of sex, which the books described in great detail. She’d probably have stayed in the loveless marriage but, at 38 years of age, the childlessness which an earlier operation had resulted in, had caused too many heartaches, too many frustrated arguments and they’d finally taken their toll. There hadn’t been enough between her and Mark to overcome the problems and to fulfil two peoples’ expectations, so the marriage had petered out in an unspectacular manner and on friendly terms. Dee felt real pleasure that Mark had met and married a mother of two, who wanted more children.


She’d eventually accepted that she would never have children of her own, though she knew she would’ve revelled in the love and everyday contact with children. She’d been prepared to, even insistent, that they adopt but Mark had been adamant that he didn’t want to. She’d put a huge part of herself into her sport, playing a variety at a highly competitive level; tennis, squash, social indoor cricket and now netball. Though the physical satisfaction was there with her sport, she missed the emotional satisfaction that she instinctively knew would come if only she could find the right partner.


Her quiet thoughts were interrupted by the, not so quiet, chanting of ‘We are the champions!’ being yelled by the five children of differing families, who were being escorted to the toilet by Cat, who was yelling as loud as the kids! One three year old, sitting on her shoulders, was trying to grip Cat’s short black hair and the ones under her arms were making her muscles stand out prominently. She put the three down and all the children gambolled around her, showing how much of a favourite she was with them, which belied the picture she liked to show to the world. The old-fashioned word ‘tomboy’ epitomised her: always in jeans, sneakers and bright tops, she wore her hair cropped. On occasions, she wore glasses but they did nothing to hide her big brown eyes, long lashes and wide, smiling mouth. She was mid to late thirties and had recently finished a decade of playing women’s soccer, including a number of international tours. A cruciate ligament injury had put an end to her soccer, hence the keen support of our netball team that season.


Dee wondered casually about Cat’s past. "Have you ever wanted kids?" she found herself asking. Cat’s face clouded over as she replied that she’d love kids but had never envisaged it happening.. Dee’s surprised,

"Why ever not?" was met with a half-smile and a shake of the head, quietly indicating she’d rather not talk about it. Dee, who’d always kept her own business to herself, was embarrassed at being surprised into asking an impertinent question. She put her hand on Cat’s arm and apologised, feeling the need to explain why she herself didn’t have children and the regrets she’d felt. This took the onus off Cat, earning Dee a sincere smile.

"Let’s get back to the madding crown before they polish off all the champagne!"


The team that year had been very social and their league win the week before had been followed by a huge end-of-season presentation and dance. Dee had pulled off the runner-up fairest and best award behind Jodie, the young state rep; and she’d been both surprised and delighted. The best club person award went, as expected, to Sue whose energy was renown. She, almost single-handedly, kept the club running smoothly and had organised an end-of-season long weekend at her beach house in the south of the state. "No men allowed!" was the rule, as she wanted a weekend away from her three boisterous sons, leaving them with husband Pete. The date had been set for the weekend after the final. and there were eight takers, including Sue’s sister Cherie, and Cat, who’d supported them all year.


At the dance the previous week Dee had really let her hair down both literally and figuratively speaking and had danced all night with any willing partner, though mostly it was a group of the girls, as the guys preferred to prop up the bar. At one time she’d found herself dancing with Jo and Cat, when her favourite song was played. "I love ‘Vienna’," Cat echoed Dee’s thought "The resonance in that beat gets you right in the sternum." Jo laughed, insisting that she’d told Cat a hundred times that it wasn’t a beat you could dance to, so she was off for a drink

"I"ll leave you both to it."


Cat and Dee were left to enjoy ‘Ultravox’ to their hearts’ content and, as the music got louder and the reverberations more pronounced, the song reached a crescendo and Dee felt the excitement of the song lift her until she laughed out loud, surprising Cat into a "What?" Dee couldn’t explain that the feeling was closer to a sexual excitement than she’d ever had, so she leaned close and, shouting above the music, explained that she was just happy and on a high. Cat smiled her understanding and squeezed Dee’s hand, in perfect harmony with her. The dance had been most enjoyable and Dee found herself really looking forward to the weekend away with a group of women with whom she felt a great rapport.


"There are beds all over the place." Sue’d told them, "So we’ll have to mix and match every night so we can all have a share of the uncomfortable camp beds, the cramped bunk beds and the king-sized bed over the four nights. Anyway, we’ll probably be too tired to complain by bedtime!"


They were travelling down in two cars, Dee sharing her car with Di, who’d been a bit reluctant to leave her new husband for so long but had been persuaded to by the rest of the rowdy group. Also in the car was Angie, who was a couple of years younger than Dee and was also divorced, so they’d tended to gravitate towards each other in the past. The last occupant was Jo, which surprised Dee a little, as Jo and Cat had appeared inseparable at the beginning of the season. Now, however, though obviously still the best of friends, they’d seemed to attach themselves to differing groups within the team and they hadn’t seemed to rely on each other quite as much.


When their car arrived at the beach house, Dee learned that Cat had decided to ride down on her 500cc bike, to allow her a little more freedom over the four days. The weather had been perfect so Cat had thoroughly enjoyed the trip, causing Dee to experience a moment of envy, wishing she’d been able to travel in a similar manner.


They unpacked their provisions, mainly wine and quick-fix meals, as cooking was not going to be a priority and drinking definitely was! They dumped their bags in any room and all claimed their beds for the first night. Dee worked out that, because the first night was likely to be a late one, she’d take the camp bed first up, as there would be less hours to have to sleep in it. A few others had a similar idea so the bunk beds were quickly snapped up, leaving the king bed for Sue and Di, who were the slowest in choosing.


The evening started quietly enough but soon degenerated into an uproarious game of charades with plenty of cheating, laughing and very suggestive performances. Two am turned into three am before the first ones drifted off to their beds, leaving the more noisy stayers of Sue, Jo, Angie, Cat and Dee. Cat was one of the ring-leaders but also the most sober of the remaining women. Conversation became more personal and Angie opened up about her problems with the aggressive ex-husband and, at one time, became quite upset prompting Dee, with her ever-maternal instinct, to hug her and stroke her hair sympathetically. Sue lightened things up with some anecdotes of her sons and had everyone in hysterics with the recounting of the very adult comment her six year old son had come out with after a recent burglary at their house. Sue had been a bit embarrassed when the two hulking policemen examined the bedroom which was strewn with Sue’s undies and other personal things. "Don’t worry, Mum, they’ll have seen it all before," comforted her young son!


Their evening finished as dawn was breaking and, with loud whispering and muffled giggles so as not to disturb the others, they hugged, kissed and went off to bed, the best of buddies. Dee tossed and turned a bit and recapped the evening in her mind. She hadn’t opened up and confided anything, which was not unusual but, as she was about to fall asleep, she realised that Jo and Cat also hadn’t touched on their own personal lives and Dee’s last thought was that she’d never heard much of Jo’s life and she knew nothing of Cat’s past at all. ‘I wonder if ......’ as she drifted off to sleep.


The next day saw most of the party not quite so bushy-tailed and definitely not bright-eyed. They had a leisurely breakfast and went off in different directions, some back to bed; Sue for one. Some went into the garden for a read and a couple for a walk down to the beach. Dee decided that she would follow Angie and Cat to the beach, so she hurried to catch them and was surprised to find Cat giving Angie some heartfelt, sincere and very good advice regarding the problems that Angie had brought up the previous evening. Cat’s insight and the intelligent suggestions were a revelation to Dee, as it showed a very knowledgeable and caring side to Cat’s normally tough exterior. Dee stayed quiet and left Cat to sympathise and discuss Angie’s immediate problems and to come up with some possible solutions, which had not occurred to Angie. By the time the beach was reached, Angie was in a much happier frame of mind, Cat had retreated back into her more introspective shell and Dee was left pondering the continual surprises that life gave out.


They sat on the beach reading and chatting in a desultory manner until Angie decided that the sun was a bit strong for her fair skin and started on the trek back to the house. Dee had covered herself in 15+ cream to protect her own fair skin, with which auburn hair goes hand in hand. Cat had carelessly applied a little cream before venturing down to the beach but her tanned skin showed that she could handle a fair amount of sun.


After a long period of companionable silence, Cat suddenly jumped up and stated she was going in for a swim. Dee, sardonically, mentioned that they didn’t have bathers with them. Cat grinned and shrugged. "There’s no one else around for miles and I’m hot!" She began slipping off the obligatory jeans and T-shirt, leaving her in just her briefs. "Come on, don’t be so faint-hearted!" She slipped off the briefs and walked towards the ocean. Dee looked away, embarrassed but not knowing why, she’d seen enough naked women in after-sport change-rooms and showers. She rolled over onto her stomach and felt the warmth of the sun on the back of her legs and reflected on how good the water would feel. She was just drifting off to sleep, when the sprinkling of freezing water along her back and legs made her jump skyward and roll over.

"Serves you right for piking out!" Cat shook her hair again, spraying fine droplets of water, this time on Dee’s front. The sun was behind Cat, so Dee couldn’t see her properly, only the outline which showed slim but strong legs, a touch of softness around the torso which the passage of time and the enforced break from sport due to her injury had contributed to, broad shoulders and breasts which were shadowed by her body.


Dee shaded her eyes from the sun, looked up into Cat’s face and caught a vulnerable expression which was quickly changed to a look of indifference. "Your legs are burning, I’ll just dress and put some cream on them."

"No, it’s O.K. I’m heading back to the house now, thanks anyway." Cat shrugged and started to dress.

"I think I’m going to have to borrow somebody’s shorts." rued Cat. "Also, maybe, some bathers."

"Good idea." Dee smiled. "We can’t have you shocking the whole neighbourhood, can we!"

"It was bloody good though!" was Cat’s rejoinder, determined to have the last word. Conviviality restored, they strolled back to the house to meet up with the others in time for lunch.


In the afternoon Cat gave anyone who was interested, a ride on the back of the bike. Some of the girls had never been on a bike and they were exhilarated by the speed and power of the machine. Dee declined the offer, she had her licence and loved the feel of a bike, though she hadn’t ridden for a couple of years and the thought of sitting astride a bike again brought back both exciting and nostalgic feelings but she found she didn’t really want to join the queue for a pillion ride with Cat.


The evening started much the same way as the previous night, though the wine wasn’t drunk quite so copiously, as recently recovered heads were still feeling a little frail. Trivial pursuit was the game for the evening, so two teams were formed, Dee’s team going down in a thrilling finale which brought out much bragging and teasing from the winning team and many excuses and accusations of cheating from the losing team. They then settled back into separate, cosy chats as they dispersed to different parts of the room. Dee was chatting in a desultory manner to Sue, when she had the feeling she was being watched. She turned her head and found Cat looking at her. Dee raised a quizzical eyebrow and Cat just shrugged and looked away. Curiosity piqued, Dee turned back to Sue but kept glancing around, only to be irritated to find Cat staring into space. Dee didn’t know why she was affected by Cat’s manner but decided it was probably just that Cat was irritating her in general. She never seemed to give anything of herself, even in the comfortable atmosphere that the women had developed here in their holiday frame of mind.


The evening wound up earlier that night, with everyone heading off at the same time. Dee had grabbed a bunk bed for that night and found that Cat was above her. She got ready and into bed, T-shirt and briefs being the general sleep wear. She watched the other girls do all their nightly chores: hair brushing, moisterising, make-up removal. Dee hadn’t worn any make up since arriving and she noticed that Jo and Cat also didn’t wear any. She found her stomach tensing as she saw Jo and Cat sitting on the bottom of the other bunk beds deep in conversation . Jo looked quite concerned and Cat occasionally rested her head on Jo’s shoulder. This rankled Dee, so she rolled over and faced the wall, thereby not seeing the glance that Jo threw in her direction. Jo kissed Cat’s cheek, whispered words of encouragement and got into her own bed, while Cat slowly made her way up the narrow steps to the top bunk. Every hesitant step was heard and felt by Dee, whose insides had tightened once again into -- what? It was a long time before Dee dropped off to sleep. She was aware of movement above her, as Cat appeared to be as restless as she was.


Dee was up soon after dawn the next day and grabbed a towel, put on bathers and went down to the beach, knowing that the day promised to be a scorcher. She lay on the towel, daydreaming. She wondered about her uncertain future, not sure what she wanted it to hold. A long time passed in this way, until she felt the chill of a shadow and instinctively guessed who had approached so silently. She felt the sand move as Cat knelt down and she heard the muttered comments about fair-skinned people and burning backs. She was aware of her sun cream being opened and then she felt the cool moisture, as it was applied with firm but soft pressure of Cat’s hands to her back. She felt the first long, smooth strokes as Cat began to massage in the cream. The hands slipped up to her shoulders, down to the top of her bikini pants, around one side of her waist and then around the other. The feel of the hands was soothing but also disturbing, relaxing but tension-building She felt the cream be absorbed and dry up and still the hands persisted, this time with just the tips of the fingers brushing over the skin. Dee shivered, with cold? -- with pleasure? She didn’t know. The hands left her back and continued up into Dee’s hair, as she felt the fingers kneading her head to a rhythm which she couldn’t quite pick up. She wanted it to continue, she wanted it to stop, she wanted to turn over and most of all she wanted to say something -- but what? She was saved from any unconsidered words by the sound of voices, as some of the women came over the sand hills, obviously with the same intention of catching the early morning sun before it got too hot. Cat sighed and, shielding her hands from the newcomers with her body, stroked them over Dee’s back one more time. She got up and, without a word, went back to the house, only briefly talking to Sue, Angie and Di on the way past. Dee remained where she was, trying to quieten her thumping heart and attempting to get her breathing back to normal, before she had to make conversation with the arriving threesome.


Dee avoided Cat as much as possible for the rest of the day, driving to the nearest town with Angie to watch a movie. They arrived back in time for a late tea, then they all settled down, this time to play cards but, as this didn’t engross their minds, conversation became more and cards less. Dee was surprised to see Cat taking more than her usual one glass of wine and wondered if this meant she would be more forthcoming about herself. It didn’t seem to be the case though, as the wine didn’t appear to have any effect on Cat. She was pleasant to everyone, talked when she had something to say but, when conversation was personal, she couldn’t be drawn at all. The conversation became more general and, amongst other things, the topic of homosexuality was raised. Everyone seemed to know two or more gay people, male or female. Sue said that her husband always said that gay guys were much nicer people, more considerate, caring and more sensitive and, though he wasn’t gay himself, he enjoyed being in their company. They all expressed their own ideas as to the reasons some people were gay but the consensus of opinion was that all people were born androgynous and some males had more female genes than others and were more likely to be gay and the same went for women. A couple of the women confessed that they’d had crushes on other women at some time of their life and it was only society’s rules that had stopped anything further. Dee said she’d always got on well with women and yet she’d always liked the same things that men did: sport as an adult, trucks, guns and cowboys as a child, never the hated dolls etc.


As Dee was talking, she realised that the only people not participating in the conversation was Jo and Cat Not ready to talk directly to Cat, she spoke to Jo. "What do you think Jo? Are lesbians born, or does society and circumstances enforce or encourage it?" Jo looked at Dee for a long time, before finally smiling.

"Well, I don’t know about other lesbians but I know I was born that way and have known who I am since I was about ten years old." Mouths dropped open around the room but somehow Dee realised that she wasn’t surprised and she’d already known, even though there’d been no outward sign of it. She instinctively looked across at Cat and saw her watching Jo with a look of pure affection, no surprise evident whatsoever. Jo glanced over at Cat and winked at her before facing the barrage of friendly questions from the other women. Dee tuned out, lost in thought. Cat had no part in the conversation but Dee noticed that she’d moved her position, after getting another drink, to sit close to and slightly in front of Jo. Dee realised that she liked this protective attitude shown by Cat, it looked comforting to Jo to have an ally with her.


After answering the questions with honesty and good humour, Jo said she was going to bed, which left everyone to discuss the news in great detail. They gradually talked themselves out and, one by one, went to bed. Dee was comfortable and was reluctant to leave the lounge chair to sleep in the bunk, which she’d been allocated for the night, as she’d found it cramped and uncomfortable the previous night. She was slightly envious of Cat, who was sharing the king bed with Jo that night. Cat was the last one to finish her drink and rise, commenting to Dee that it had been an interesting evening, to say the least. Dee, with her mind full of the events of the last couple of days, just smiled her ‘Goodnight’" as she got up to go in the opposite direction to Cat, having decided that it was probably best to ignore the happenings of that morning.


Dee got to her room and was surprised to find Jo curled up in her bunk, fast asleep. She tried to wake her, without success and checked all the other beds but they all had an occupant, leaving only half the king bed free. She walked slowly down to the other end of the house, where the main bedroom was situated. "Where’s Jo?" she was greeted with.

"Actually she’s fast asleep in my bed, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to sleep here. Sorry." Dee apologised. Cat appeared quite taken aback and queried.

"Are you sure she’s asleep? Can’t you wake her?" Dee couldn’t understand the reason for Cat’s apparent annoyance and felt a stab of pain at the obvious rejection of her company. She replied shortly.

"No." and went into the ensuite to shower and prepare for bed. She was still a bit ruffled when she came out so, turning out the light, she got into the opposite side of the bed to Cat’s hunched back and rolled away from her, with a curt,

"Goodnight." Cat’s reply was muffled but Dee presumed it was also "Goodnight".


The moonlight, which filtered in through the blinds, shone on the bed and, once Dee’s eyes had grown accustomed to the dim light, it started to bother her. She turned over onto her other side, pulled the sheet over her head, got too hot, swung back over onto her back, tried counting sheep but was obviously too awake and wound up to sleep. She was very aware of not wanting to disturb Cat with her tossing and turning but couldn’t resist the odd, restless, change of position. "Can’t sleep?" came a very wakeful voice.

"No, it’s too hot." Dee replied, glad that Cat seemed to have lost her animosity.

"I’ll fetch a damp face-cloth for you, while I’m getting us both a drink." Cat offered and jumped out of bed, surprising Dee into a muffled gasp as she saw that Cat had divested herself of her T-shirt and was just in very skimpy briefs. The face-cloth was brought and Dee used it to cool down her face, which had burnt up in -- what? Embarrassment? Shame at her own reaction? Dee didn’t know. Cat slipped back into bed but this time didn’t turn away. She curled up like her namesake and prepared for sleep. Dee heard Cat’s deep breathing long before she was, herself, tired enough for sleep. She mulled over the events of the day and the conflicting emotions she’d felt at different times. She also thought about the differing moods that Cat had shown during the course of the day.


Eventually, sheer exhaustion overcame her and she fell into a deep but restless sleep. She tossed, turned and rolled her way into the centre of the bed and woke suddenly, to total blackness and felt a heavy arm flung across her. She was disoriented at first, catapulted back in her mind to the time with Mark and she froze, expecting the hand to make unwanted demands on her body. As the waves of sleep receded, memory returned as, with relief, she realised it was the sleeping Cat’s arm which had been carelessly thrown around her in what seemed an accustomed and natural way, which led Dee to wonder whose body was normally encircled by that arm. She was afraid to move as she thought that Cat may awaken and, finding her arm around another woman, may express a reaction of horror and Dee realised that this wasn’t something she wanted to experience. In a way, it was comforting to have an arm around her. She’d missed the feel of being held, so she huddled down more, finding her body automatically moulding to that of Cat’s. She went back to sleep with an unconscious curl to her mouth.


A couple of hours later Dee awoke again, this time to the instant recognition of where she was. She was lying on her front and a hand was gently scratching all over her naked back, as she must have thrown her T-shirt off during the night, a quite normal practice for her. Did Cat do this in her sleep? Dee wondered to herself but the pattern was ever-changing and, when the short nails reached the base of her spine, she couldn’t resist a little shudder of pleasure.


Dawn was just around the corner and the hint of daylight was creeping into the room. Dee tried to pretend sleep but her body kept giving her away, as little shivers followed the touching of particularly sensitive spots. Her heart was racing and her breathing threatened to choke her. Her stomach was tied in knots with tensions which grew by the minute, especially as she felt the warmth of Cat’s breath on her back. She didn’t know what to expect, what she wanted even but she knew she didn’t want to be awake and have to stop this. She felt little feather touches of Cat’s lips on her shoulder and couldn’t prevent the small groan that escaped her.


Emboldened by the sound, Cat traced a path with her lips across Dee’s shoulders then down her spine. Dee’s trembling increased and became a shake, her hands clenched into fists and all thoughts of pretence of sleep vanished, as she knew she couldn’t hide from Cat, her very awake and tense state. Cat’s hands, lips and tongue all merged into one as Dee’s back became a mass of sensitive nerves. Every muscle was at maximum tension, the exertion making her tremble even more. "Turn over." A soft voice whispered in her ear and, without volition, she found herself looking up, in the soft light, at Cat’s beautiful face. Dee opened her mouth to say -- she didn’t know what; but Cat put a finger across her lips and mouthed "Shush."


Cat brought her mouth down and replaced her finger with her lips, softly at first but then more demandingly as she insisted on the response which Dee couldn’t help but give. Lips parted more and more in a mutual expression of hunger. Tongues met, explored, separated and met again. A moan escaped from Cat’s mouth and Dee exulted in the knowledge that it was herself that was causing Cat’s reactions. This emboldened her to lift her hands to grip Cat’s shoulders, pulling her tighter, kissing her harder, now fully participating on an equal basis. Cat finally, reluctantly, drew her lips from Dee’s and traced a path of little kisses down the side of Dee’s throat, drawing little moans, and tiny shivers from her. The lips continued downward until Dee felt one nipple being gently nibbled. The bolt of excitement caused her to jump and a soothing voice calmed. "It’s O.K." Cat’s hand curled around one breast, while the other breast was occupied with the attentions from Cat’s mouth. Dee had never felt an excitement even bordering on this desperate passion before and, though in the back of her mind she knew that questions would need to be asked and issues faced, she gladly abandoned all thoughts, worries or concerns in the thrill of this moment, this touch, this woman.


Having made this unconscious decision, Dee became more voracious in her needs. She stroked Cat’s head, pulling it closer in to her breast as she slid her hands down Cat’s naked back and, reaching her panties, slid her fingers inside the band, drawing a gasp from Cat: all the while massaging her lower back. Cat tensed and Dee took advantage of her momentary hesitation and rolled her over onto her back, before touching, tasting and experiencing Cat’s lips, throat and breasts. Dee’s lips roamed over sensitive spots, eliciting shivers of excitement from Cat, then brought a gasp of sheer pleasure from the other woman, as her lips dipped below the line of Cat’s briefs, breathing hot air through the silken material, as her thumbs hooked into each side and slipped them down and off. She trailed a leisurely hand back up the inside of Cat’s leg, before halting indecisively near the top, not quite knowing what she should be doing, only knowing that she wanted to please Cat. Cat caught the hesitation and, once more took the initiative. She covered Dee’s hand with her own and drew her fingers in to the warm folds of her skin. Dee felt the moisture and experienced another kick of sheer excitement at this completely new sensation. Cat guided Dee’s fingers inside herself and Dee felt the two sets of fingers intertwined inside the unbelievably soft warmth. Cat started the rhythm and Dee took it up. Slow and deep went the interlaced fingers, reaching further and further inside as the walls relaxed and begged for more. Dee’s other hand went instinctively to the soft, but erect, clitoris, which pulsed and pushed itself against Dee’s fingers, drawing a sighing, "Aah!" from Cat’s lips into Dee’s mouth. The rhythm continued, became slightly quicker, more intense, becoming desperate and, finally, peaking into delicious climaxes, not just one -- a whole series of them, each one clutching and clenching at the fingers deep inside Cat’s body. The finger on the clitoris gave a little stoke and Cat jerked as another, different, little climax hit. Dee stroked again, liking the reaction and then, once more, bringing on yet another little spasm and being rewarded with a sated smile from Cat.

"Bitch!" she murmured, lovingly. Dee grinned down at Cat and bent over and kissed her, while gently withdrawing both pairs of fingers. Cat sighed audibly at the void which was left. Though she felt totally satisfied and assuaged, she knew the tension was still inside Dee and she needed to be the one to relieve it.


Cat gently rolled Dee over onto her front and started to massage her shoulders and back in much the same way she’d done at the beach. Her fingers trailed along the edges of Dee’s breasts, causing ripples of pleasure. When the tips of Cat’s fingers moved lower into the more erogenous zone at the base of her spine, Dee’s muscles contracted painfully and she felt the inner tension start to build again. As Cat’s fingers continued downwards along Dee’s inner thigh, Dee had a fleeting thought that this, at last, was the excitement that all the books had talked about: but, when the fingers changed direction and started the upward climb, Dee lost the ability to think at all, as pure instinct took over. She found her body lifting to invite further exploration and Cat accommodated by slipping her hand under Dee’s pleading body and her fingers found the warmth and wetness they were looking for, hovering at the entrance before slowly, but determinedly, slipping inside, reaching higher and higher as Dee pushed her body down on to the delicious intrusion. Cat started to move her hand erratically, with an uneven rhythm, driving Dee to distraction, as she craved the steady, ever-increasing rhythm to bring her much-needed release: but Cat teased and taunted, changing direction, speed and pressure continually. By this point Dee was steadily moaning and her aching body was twisting and turning, seeking fulfilment. She almost cried out in disappointment as Cat’s fingers slowly withdrew, using her inner muscles to try to cling to them and deny the withdrawal. Cat kissed her shoulder and murmured reassurances, as she manoeuvred Dee on to her back and kissed her slack, helpless mouth. "Please ...... I need ...... don’t stop ...... I want...." was breathed into Cat’s mouth.

"It’s O.K. my love, I’m not stopping -- I never intend to stop!" Her mouth left Dee’s swollen lips, to trail burning kisses across each breast, pausing to nibble and suck at each willing nipple, before continuing down across Dee’s stomach and then burying her mouth deep into the curling hairs. Encouraged by the two hands which grasped her hair and pushed her further and further inside, her tongue flicked out, causing an involuntary spasm and a deep groan. Dee couldn’t breath, she was filled with need and love for this woman, who had initiated these intense feelings, both physical and emotional. She felt Cat’s tongue invade her very being and knew that this was what she needed from life. As the tongue thrust further and further in, she was finally rewarded with the rhythm which she had craved and gave herself up, totally, to the rise and fall of her hips as she engulfed Cat’s soft, but insistent, tongue. She felt the orgasm start at the tips of her toes as she halted Cat’s movements and allowed the intense feeling to rise through her legs to culminate in her very core. The intense spasms burst around the soft tongue and mouth, giving rise to quiet sobs, as the tears of relief rolled down her cheeks. Cat felt and tasted every little spasm, groaning at Dee’s pleasure and, when the last little climax had finally finished, she inched her way up Dee’s body to fiercely kiss her mouth, mingling the musky taste of Dee, on her own mouth, with Dee’s salty tears. No questions or answers were needed regarding the tears, they were understood and accepted as part of the whole experience.


Dee was bursting with questions but put them aside, while she just lived the moment and revelled in finally feeling like a woman. She hugged Cat to her and, receiving an equally intense hug in return, she rested her head on Cat’s breasts and gave in to the fatigue, which the sleepless night and intense love-making had caused. Her last thought before sleeping in her lover’s arms was that, whatever the future was to bring, this woman, lying so close to her, had to become an integral part of it.

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