7 comments/ 34428 views/ 30 favorites A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 01 By: ScattySue PART 1 This is the first part of the story of Sam and her new life. It is a long story, by far my longest to date, and have split it into six parts to make it manageable. Thanks must go to Winterreisser for editing beyond the call of duty putting up with and uncomplainingly correcting my silly typos and repeated mistakes. Further thanks must go to Kat for advice, encouragement and, well, being Kat. FAIR WARNING: While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization), it does contain pee play in this part and in later parts and also scat (shit) play in later parts. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that! After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be good to hear what you think of it. I hope you enjoy the story. ================================ CHAPTER 1 -- A New Start and a New Resolution It's half past nine on Friday morning as I take the narrow left-hand turn into Ladywood Lane and congratulate myself that I didn't miss the turn and end up in the centre of the village as I did the previous three times I have visited. Of course, there is no street sign indicating that this is Ladywood Lane or even that there are houses here until I round the first bend. Then I can see the row of five little cottages with mine at the far end, where the tarmac of the lane gives out to become a dirt track into the wood. Outside my new home a large removals lorry is parked and I'm impressed: they weren't due to be here until ten o'clock. I drive past the lorry and park up then go and say hello to the three men in the lorry cab, congratulating them on being so prompt. "I'd offer you all cups of tea but unfortunately the kettle is back there somewhere!" I say, pointing back to the body of the lorry. "If you can find a box marked 'Kitchen Stuff, Box 1' then there'll be tea ten minutes after that's in the kitchen, I promise." "Sounds good to me, love!" replies Alan, the foreman. "Come on lads, let's get crackin'." As they exit the cab I open the garden gate and walk up the short path. The front garden and hedge is overgrown; it looks like I'll need to acquire some gardening skills. Once in the house I recall that I need to turn on the electricity and water so I head into the cupboard under the stairs. I flick the main switch on the fuse box and test the cupboard light, which works. The stopcock for the water is hard to turn but I am determined not to have to call on one of the removals men to help. I pull the sleeve of my jacket down over my hand to get a better grip on the tap head and, finally, manage to turn it. Once started it is easier; I open the tap fully and can hear the faint hiss of the water moving in the pipe. I feel proud that I have kept to my determination to be independent. I take a brief tour of my new home and then have to begin directing the men as they lug the furniture in. And so the day continues: directing, making tea for the men and unpacking some of the boxes. The day becomes hot and humid but the men and I push on. Finally, a little after four o'clock, the lorry is empty and the men leave. I find myself walking around the cottage, amazed that I'm here. The cottage is small and old and snug. Downstairs there is the hallway off which is the sitting room, the extended kitchen and the bathroom, also part of the extension, the cottage having been built long before the days of indoor running water. Upstairs there are two bedrooms or, more accurately, one nicely appointed bedroom with my large double bed and one room filled with the boxes and odd bits of furniture that I have been unable to fit in as yet. The house is nominally in the little village of Frehurst, that the locals pronounce FRAY-hurst. I say nominally because the cottage, along with the other four at the end of Ladywood Lane, is some half a mile from the village proper. All five cottages back onto the Ladywood: several square miles of ancient woodland. In addition to the small garden at the front, my cottage has a larger garden at the back with a gate that leads into the wood. I finish my tour and, despite the heat, set to some serious unpacking. Now that I'm alone, I find that I cannot help recalling memories of the previous eighteen months and the mess that my life became. After years of marriage and a job I enjoyed, my life was like a high-speed express train that, having been gliding smoothly and effortlessly along, suddenly jumps the rails to become a broken, tangled, smoking wreck. At age thirty-eight I was Mrs Samantha Dowler, a teacher of English in a secondary school (that's twelve to eighteen year olds, for those who don't know) and deputy head of the department; who had been happily married to Steve for eight years and still had a decent figure -- I work hard to keep it that way. Okay, I might want a bit more on top and my hips a bit smaller, but my breasts are a decent size, my waist is reasonably trim and legs and bum toned. I have bright blue eyes, pale, brown shoulder-length hair that was blond until my late teens and a slim face with, if I were being critical, a nose that is a little too long and lips that appear rather thin without lipstick. Not that Steve ever said anything to criticise my looks. The only thing he complained about was my occasional smoking. It started to go wrong when the Head of English, Jane Thomas, went on long-term sick leave with stress. Margaret Walker, one of the Deputy Head Teachers, came to see me and told me, assuring me what a fantastic opportunity this was for my career. My anxiety and suspicion must have shown. "Don't you trust me, Samantha? Of course I'll make sure that you get the help and support you need to cover for Jane. I felt I had little choice but to trust her; it was a great opportunity and I was, after all, the deputy in the department so this was expected of me. If only the promised support had been there... Even at the time I thought I sank surprisingly quickly. Jane had left a huge backlog and I had to cover my own work as well. My working hours grew longer; I took more work home; my sleep worsened and my smoking increased as I worried about work; I had no time for Steve or friends... I had been struggling like this for three and a half months when Steve, the husband I had adored and whose support I needed more than ever, decided to leave saying that he was tired of being ignored and with my ill-temper. It was only later that I discovered he'd been having an affair with a work colleague for the previous eight months! Things went bad but fast after that as the figurative train of my life catapulted off the rails. Another week and I was off with stress. As the divorce began, stress became depression and there followed months of anti-depressants and therapy as I gradually pulled myself back together. I gave up smoking, sleep returned and I even managed the occasional smile. I was left with the payoff from the school and the house as settlement from the divorce; this last a somewhat mixed blessing owing to the memories with which the house was filled. The few stalwart friends that I had helped and supported me and someone, Ruth I think, planted the suggestion that I move out of London and make a new start. So I did: I took the money from the pay off and the sale of the house and bought a small cottage on the edge of a village, miles from London and planned the move for the beginning of June. There was one thing I did agonize about: my name. Did I keep Dowler or revert to my Maiden name of Cummings. Dowler was obviously a name of which I was no longer enamoured but Cummings, as you can imagine, had the baggage of many years of teasing as I was growing up. It was a difficult choice and in the end I was tempted to settle it with the toss of a coin; heads for Dowler, tails for Cummings. It was tails and therefore it was Ms Samantha Cummings -- no, not Samantha, definitely 'Sam' -- so it was Ms Sam Cummings who packed up and left London one Thursday early in June. This is my fresh start, my new beginning. Sam Cummings has arrived and moved in; I am determined that she is not going to make the same mistakes and miss out on the fun and pleasure life has to offer. After all, as a friend had pointed out, no one on their death bed ever said, 'I wish I'd spent more time at work' or 'I wish I'd done more ironing'! No, I'd had a year or more of misery, now for a year or two of fun and adventure. That's it, that's my resolution: a new adventure every day.   CHAPTER 2 -- An Adventure in the Dark The light is starting to fade as I heat a can of soup for my supper. As I eat I realize how tired I am: it has been a busy day and I decide on an early night, promising myself an early start tomorrow, determined that I will finish the unpacking. Despite my tiredness, I have trouble getting to sleep; the bedroom is hot and humid and I kick off the duvet and try just a sheet. That is still too warm. Finally, uncovered and naked, I drift off to sleep. I wake in the sticky heat of the night. Despite the open window and the lack of any covering whatsoever I am hot and the sheen of sweat coating my skin glistens in the moonlight. It is very quiet, such a contrast to London. I rise and head downstairs for a drink of water. I feel better for it but the air is still close and humid so I open the back door knowing there is no one to see me. Slightly cooler, fresher air wafts in and I cannot resist taking a step to stand in the doorway. The fact that I am naked and almost outdoors gives me a terrific thrill; this is so naughty! It is after midnight, so a new day. Another day, another adventure; that thought is enough and I step into the garden. The air and moonlight on my naked body feel wonderful and I feel my nipples harden, but not from cold. I can feel my pussy moistening too as what I'm doing arouses me. I walk through the cool grass to the gate, knowing my garden is not overlooked. I feel so wanton and uninhibited as I look from the gate into the woods beyond. There is an area of grass and undergrowth like a small glade outside the gate; through this a path runs from the trees on the left and bending slightly to head away from the cottage on the right of the glade. The moon, not quite full, turns the view into a chiaroscuro vision in white, deep grey and charcoal black. I wonder what it would be like to run naked through the woods when, almost as if conjured by my thought, I see movement through the trees to the left: a pale flash in the moonlight. Instinctively I duck down behind the gate as I wonder what it was. An animal? A person? I hear soft footsteps on the path and crouch lower as they hesitate for a moment. As the footsteps continue on I breathe again and then risk snatching a peek over the gate and glimpse naked buttocks, legs and feet: it's a person, probably a woman, as nude as I am. I quietly open the gate and see what is, unmistakeably, the back of woman heading into the woods, dark hair and skin bleached white in the moonlight, dappled by the shadows of leaves. She passes under the trees and almost disappears in the shadows so I start to follow her along the faint path. A moonbeam through the leaf canopy illuminates her right arm and leg as I try to close the distance whilst staying silent and for a minute I think I'm succeeding. Just then there is a loud crack as I tread on a dry twig. The woman turns at the sound; her head is in shadow but her shoulder, arm and breast are brightly lit. She moves and vanishes into the ebony shadows then, a moment later, the sound of soft running feet. I look but cannot see anything as the sound quickly fades. It occurs to me that I am naked and alone in the woods and for the first time I become nervous; what if I come across a man here? I also need to find my way back to the garden and, though I haven't come far, I do not know these woods at all. I make my way carefully back, retracing my steps until I come to the garden gate. I feel safe again and, as I cross the garden, I become aware of how wet I am: my hairless vulva and inner thighs are wet from my now oozing pussy. I hurry indoors and up to my bed where I lay down and bury my fingers in my cunny. I haven't been this wet in ages and I bring my fingers to my mouth to taste myself, knowing that this will make me ever hornier. My fingers return down below as the taste lingers on my tongue. I am so wet that first three and then four fingers slip inside. I am still not satisfied. I sit up a little and pinch my fingers and thumb together before pushing them through my swollen, dripping labia. It is tight as it comes to the palm; I have never done this before but I want to do it now. "I'm going to fist myself!" I say out loud, feeling that what I'm about to do is really kinky, as I push my hand and I feel myself open a little more. I relax and then repeat this, edging my hand ever deeper until it is buried inside me. Just the sight of it, knowing what I've done, triggers an orgasm. I groan as the thrill passed through me but as soon as it's passed I move my hand inside myself. The feeling is incredible as I continue it as my other hand rubs my clit. Before long I am pumping my buried hand back and forth, rubbing across my g-spot wonderfully, while the fingers of my other hand frantically strum my clit. I feel my second orgasm building, and in my mind I see the naked woman in the woods and imagine it is her hand buried in my womanhood, slathered in my love cream, pumping inside me... With a scream my orgasm crashes through me and my body goes rigid, my hand pulls out from my pussy and I gush fluid that splashes off my hand over my abdomen and legs. I lay back, my mind floating as my hand rub my love fluids across my body, coating myself in the smell of female sex before I drift off to asleep.   CHAPTER 3 -- Meeting the Queen of Innuendo and Flirtation I wake, thinking of the vivid dream of being naked in the woods and fisting myself. Then I become aware of the scent of sex and the stickiness on my skin and the reality of last night floods back. I can scarcely believe what I did, indoors and out. That the thought of being with a woman turned me on so much is completely unexpected, almost disturbing since I have never had such thoughts before. However, I find myself smiling; I promised myself an adventure every day and here I was having them at night too! I spread my legs wide and begin masturbating, rubbing my clit as I remember the thrill of my night time adventure. I dip the fingers of my other hand between my cunny lips and suck them, quickly reaching climax. This country air is making me a horny bitch, I think to myself as I swing my legs off the bed and head down to the bathroom to shower. Showered, dressed and breakfasted I crack on with the unpacking, working steadily and systematically from room to room. Midday passes and I work on until all the boxes are unpacked, the house tidied and cleaned: everything is just right. By now it is late afternoon, getting towards evening and I finally sit down, proud of my hard work and my new home. I am just starting to relax when there is a knock at the front door. When I open it I see an incredibly attractive woman standing there. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, perhaps a little older. She has an oval face with clear grey eyes and soft lips. The most striking thing however is her hair: it is long and wavy, falling over her shoulders, and is glossy with the deep blue-black iridescence of a raven's wing. It is amazing! Her figure is pretty amazing too: slightly taller than me and fuller in the bust and hips she has a definitely feminine shape, something emphasized by her tight deep V-neck tee shirt that shows her cleavage and shorts that show her shapely legs. Her smooth skin is lightly tanned and she glows with health, a radiant smile on her face. I suddenly realize that I have been staring at her for far too long, almost eyeing her up. Heaven only knows what she's thinking of me. It occurs to me that she is doing exactly the same to me and quite obviously too! I don't know why; I must be more than ten years her senior and dressed in an old tee shirt and jeans, grubby from the unpacking and cleaning, my hair held back in a ponytail and I feel in need of a shower. "Hi there, new neighbour," she says. Her voice is a soft, sensuous alto that makes my scalp tingle. "Welcome to Frehurst. I'm Megan but please call me Meg, all my friends do." "Hello, Meg," I reply, holding my hand out to shake, "Samanth... um, Sam Cummings," I correct myself. "I'd prefer Sam." She smiles and takes my hand but instead of shaking it she kisses my fingers, which makes my scalp tingle as a little thrill passes through me. "Cummings?" she asks, as she looks up from the kiss, a slight smile on her face and a mischievous sparkle in her grey eyes. "Yes," I sigh, with an edge of resignation in my voice, "And I've probably heard all of the orgasm related comments on the name." "Really? Even the question of whether you're multi-orgasmic? You know, 'Cummings' plural." Even though I am little shocked by how outspoken she is I cannot help laughing. "No, I'll admit that's a new one. Well done, Meg." "Anyway, my surname's Dike, so..." "Ouch! That must have been really tough at school." "Yeah, until I came out as lesbian at fifteen. That brought its own problems, of course, but at least they couldn't tease me with my name any more!" Oh my God! I've been talking to this woman for less than two minutes and she's come out to me. She must be very brave and very trusting to be so open with a stranger and I am touched by that. However, I don't quite know how to respond so I say the first thing that pops into my head. "So was it a case of Nominative Determinism?" "Nommy what?" she asks, confused. "Nominative Determinism: did your name mean that you became gay?" Now it's her turn to laugh. "Nooo! It was being unable to look at a cute girl without getting horny; I think that was the clue!" We laugh easily together. Though I'm astounded at the conversation we are having, Meg is such a warm, open and welcoming woman that I cannot help liking her immensely and wanting to be her friend. "Look, do you want to come in for a cup of tea or something?" I ask. "Hmmm, something sounds nice!" she replies and the tone of her voice and the glint in her eye makes me wonder what she's thinking, giving me a nervous butterfly sensation in my stomach. Unexpectedly, she suddenly reaches down into the clump of lavender beside the path and pulls out a bottle of white wine, the condensation covering the glass showing how chilled it is. "I know it's a little early, but how about this instead of the tea?" "Oh, that's much better -- especially as I don't have any more milk." I smile as I usher her in. "You're my first guest Meg and you're very welcome." Meg steps through the door. "And let me welcome you to our village, Sam. I'm so glad I have such a beautiful, sexy and friendly new neighbour." She rests her hand on my hip as she leans in and kisses my cheek. I feel warmth in my cheeks, both from her words and her kiss. "Me, sexy? Dressed like this? Hardly!" I laugh. "Oh, sexy isn't clothes," Meg replies, her voice exuding that same sensuality as her first words to me, "sexy is the body underneath and on the inside. And you, Sam," she brushes my cheek with her fingertips, "are sexy." I have never been flirted with so blatantly even by a man, let alone a woman! And yet, curiously, I don't find it threatening; I'm actually quite flattered. "Meg, you do realize that I'm not gay, don't you? I was married until ten months ago. I mean, I have no problem with people being gay or lesbian, I've friends and colleagues who are, but it's just that I'm straight, so..." A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 01 "Oh, don't say that: I think all women owe it to themselves to be at least a little bit bi-curious -- it makes life so much more interesting!" She smiles at me then points to the sitting room, "In here?" I nod, "Yes, and, um, I'll er, go and get us a couple of glasses from the kitchen." I can feel my heart beating quite rapidly. And then I think, well, being flirted with by a woman is certainly a new adventure, so remember your resolution and just go with it; it's not as if you're going to get into bed with her. I walk into the sitting room were Meg is sat on the sofa. She looks up and smiles at me and pats the seat next to her, indicating exactly where she wants me to sit. The wine bottle is on the low coffee table and I place the glasses next to it. "Shall I pour?" I offer. "Yes, please, and don't be stingy; let's have a decent drink. It looks like you've been working hard getting this place all sorted so you've earned it." "And what have you been doing to earn a big drink?" I ask, teasing. "Well, welcoming a new neighbour in this heat is thirsty work," she replies, "and keeping my hands to myself with a sexy woman nearby is exhausting!" "Your hands should be all over yourself then: you're definitely the sexiest one here... um." I feel my cheeks redden intensely. Had I really just suggested that Meg should be playing with herself? And actually calling another woman sexy was a first for me too -- I normally stick with 'attractive', 'pretty' or possibly 'beautiful' even when I actually mean 'sexy'. "Oh, Sam, you're so sweet! And I'm flattered that you think I'm sexy too: It's always nice to be noticed by a straight woman." She takes the glass I offer her and winks at me. "You can stop blushing anytime -- I promise not to start touching and fingering myself!" Meg's comment tells me she picked up on what I'd accidentally said and only deepens my blush till I feel my whole face glowing, as she no doubt intended. Without hesitation, and on the basis that I couldn't at this stage become any redder, I have a comeback, "Oh, good; we've only just met so it's a bit soon to see you flashing your boobs or your lady parts!" "Ah, so it's not that you don't want to see them ever, it's just that today is too soon. I see; well; I can wait a few days." This woman never gives up! I hold my hands up, smiling. "Okay, I give up -- you are certainly the Queen of Innuendo and Flirtation. Meg, are you like this with everyone you meet?" She hesitates, and relaxes slightly which makes her, if anything, even more beautiful. "Actually, no," she admits, "it's, er, it's just talking to you: I couldn't help it. Sorry, I didn't upset you did I?" "Honestly, no. It's just that I've never been flirted with by a woman before..." "Really?" she interrupts, "Were they all blind where you lived?" I raise an eyebrow and give her a look that had successfully quelled boisterous teenagers for the past fifteen years. She looks sheepish and says a quiet, "Sorry." I cannot help laughing. "I'm glad to know my classroom control techniques are still working!" I tell her and Meg smiles. "As I was saying, I've never been flirted with by a woman before but I've resolved to have a new adventure every day so I went with it and it was fun. Actually, I think you're fun and I'd like to get to know you and for us to be friends." I raise my wine glass. "Here's to an adventure a day and the new friends I make along the way!" I take a sip and Meg does likewise. To my amazement I see Meg's eyes glisten as they fill with tears. "You really are sweet Sam, I mean it. I'd like that too, for us to be friends. So: no more flirting?" she asks with a slightly downcast expression. She looks so cute and forlorn that I immediately relent, "I didn't say no more ever. Just, well, not all the time, okay? I did enjoy it but I don't know anything about you apart from you're an attractive lesbian woman in her mid-twenties called Megan, sorry, Meg Dike. I don't know where you live, what you do or, apart from sexy women and dry white wine, what you like." "Well, they are probably the two most important things -- apart from chocolate, of course!" she smiles and we begin simply to chat. I tell her about myself and the past annus horribilis of stress, failure, divorce and depression. As the evening wears on and the wine in the bottle, like the sun outside, sinks lower, I learn that she lives in the furthest of the five houses, closest to the village centre. Meg is a teaching assistant at the local primary school, the head teacher of which, Ms Erica Shaw, lives in the cottage next door to her. Meg paints as a hobby, likes to bake (especially if chocolate is involved) and also, like me, enjoys cryptic crosswords. She has no current girlfriend which, I suspect, is why she was so flirtatious, though I don't say this. Meg has lived in the village since she was twenty and moved into her cottage with her older sister some five years ago after she started working at the school. "Ms Shaw helped us rent it -- she got me and my sister, Laura, a good deal on the rent from the owner on condition we did some work on it and redecorated." "So you live with your sister?" "I did. Laura moved out after the first year and is living and working in the United States now. I miss her a lot. Ms Shaw helped me finish the decorating, buying paint and stuff. She also helped Katie -- Katie Andrews, she's your next door neighbour -- Ms Shaw helped her get a good price when she bought it. Katie runs the Village Hall or 'Community Centre' as the new sign calls it." "So who lives in the middle cottage?" I ask. "Oh, that's old Mrs Thomas, who's in her seventies and her granddaughter Bex, well, Rebecca really but only Mrs Thomas calls her that. She's eighteen and doing her A Levels at the Sixth Form College in town." "So it's only women in all the cottages?" I ask, intrigued. "Yes, your right; it's funny how these things happen, isn't it. Still, it feels very safe and friendly here; perhaps being all women helps that." "It does, that's exactly how it feels. I guess that's why I fell in love with the cottage the first time I saw it." "I think you're going to fit in here perfectly, Sam," she says happily.   CHAPTER 4 -- 'Is she your girlfriend?' I look out the window and can see it's getting late and, I notice, all the wine has gone. That would explain the light-headed feeling I have; half a bottle of wine on an empty stomach is more than I'm used to. "Meg, how do you feel?" "I feel very happy being here with my new friend!" she replies. She stands up, taking two attempts and sways slightly. "Though I may be a little bit tipsy," she admits with a giggle, "and hungry? Yes, definitely hungry. Are you hungry, Sam?" "Actually, I'm bloody starving!" I tell her. "I really need to get something to eat but I've no food in." "Sam, do you trust me?" "What? Sure, why?" I ask, slightly confused. "Go and get changed and meet me by my house in twenty minutes." "Changed? What should I wear?" I am a little bewildered and unsure as to what Meg is planning. "Something a bit dressy, you know, as if for a party. But I wouldn't recommend heels as we'll have to walk to the other side of the village. Okay?" I nod. "See you in twenty minutes!" I go upstairs and look through the wardrobe. The problem is that 'something a bit dressy... as if for a party' isn't exactly a dress code, especially as I don't even know where Meg is taking us. Still, I said that I'd trust her and I will. Thinking about it, I do trust her; I feel safe with her. I just wish she'd offered to come up and help me pick an outfit. As I work my way along the rail I come across a cocktail dress: it's a cobalt blue colour that I think goes well with my eyes, it has three-quarter length sleeves and quite a deep V neckline that, with the right bra, allows me to show some cleavage for a change! The skirt is slightly flared but the bit I really liked when I bought it were the cut outs on the sides of the bodice that showed my waist and made me feel very sexy. Maybe a bit too dressy for this, whatever it is, perhaps? Then I recall that I've only ever it worn once before simply because Steve, for some reason, absolutely hated it and always objected to my wearing it. 'Well fuck you, Steve!' I think and take the dress. I also find the pair of blue ballerina pump shoes that I bought to go with it and the push-up strapless bra. I've spent far too long choosing my outfit as I realize that I also need a quick shower. I'm going to be late meeting Meg but that can't be helped: I'm not going out without feeling clean and fresh. I quickly strip and notice the damp spot in my panties. I'm intrigued enough to give it a little sniff: wow, I must have been more turned on by some of the bantering with Meg than I realised. I feel a little uncomfortable, unsure of what this says about me. Still, there's no time to ponder. I dive into the shower, doing my best to keep my hair dry since there absolutely isn't time to dry it. Shower turned off, vigorous towelling dry, panties (yes, a thong, why not?), antiperspirant, bra, dress, brush hair, dab of perfume, lipstick and shoes. Ta dah! Looking good I think as I check myself in the mirror. Oops! Eight minutes late already so I grab a handbag, stuff my purse and keys into it and dash. As I open the door Meg is standing beyond the garden hedge next to the gate, arms folded impatiently as she looks down the lane. "Sorry, Meg," I apologise, "I just had to have a quick shower." She turns at the sound of my voice and her eyes light up as she gives a low whistle. "Jesus, Sam, you look bloody gorgeous; talk about sex on a stick! Don't worry about being late: it was worth it." Her reaction makes me all tingly inside; I love it and I cannot help laughing. "Thanks, Meg. I always thought this was a great dress but my ex hated it." She moves to open the gate for me. She is wearing a pale blue sleeveless summer dress -- no, make that a pale blue sleeveless low-cut and very short summer dress. "Wow, Meg! That dress really shows..." and I almost say 'lots of very attractive areas of your smooth, firm flesh' -- which, fortunately, my internal censor realizes is an odd, even inappropriate comment and edits it to, "...really shows off your figure". "Why, thank you, Sam. Shall we go?" and she links her arm though mine as we walk down the lane towards the village. Meg wasn't kidding about the walk. She leads us to the village green and then turns right, heading uphill away from the centre of the village. However, it's a lovely evening and walking arm-in-arm and chatting with Meg is very pleasant as she points out landmarks along the way. Even so, I was about to ask 'Are we nearly there yet?' when I hear music and, as we round the bend, there is the village school. There are people milling around in the playground in front of the school and I can see smoke that, from the smell I now catch, is coming from barbecues and makes my mouth water. "A school dance, really?" I ask. Meg squeezes my arm and smiles. "No! Okay, it's at the school but it's more of a village mid-summer party. It'll give you the chance to meet people and... oh, come on Sam it'll be fun, trust me." She leads me in through the gate and round the side of the school building to the back where there is a large playing field. Tonight, however, there is a large, open-sided marquee in which a band is playing on a low stage. The area in front is covered in boards to make a dance floor on which a few younger children are moving in time to the music. Most people are sat or standing around chatting, drinking and eating. I'm about to ask if we can get some food when a brown haired girl of ten or eleven runs up. "Hi Miss Dike!" she says, excitedly. Meg smiles at her, "Hello, Bethany, how are you?" "I'm good, thank you, Miss Dike." She looks around and lowers her voice, "Is this your girlfriend?" she glances at me, "She's very pretty!" I'm so shocked by the question I cannot speak. "No, Bethany, she's not," Meg replies calmly, "and that was a cheeky question! Ms Cummings has just moved into the village so I invited her to come this evening. She is pretty, though, isn't she?" Meg winks at the girl who smiles and scampers off. "One of your pupils?" I manage to ask and Meg nods. "I can't believe she asked you that!" "Well, Bethany is a bit of a special case -- her mum, Claire, was a single mum for years. Then a couple of years ago she met and fell in love with Lillian and they moved in together. It was a hard time for Bethany and I ended up as her unofficial support worker. She was worried that her mum was a freak for liking women so I told her about how some people are gay and about myself." "She seems cool about gay relationships now, anyway. Do many people know about you?" "You mean because I told you within, like thirty seconds of meeting you? No, you're special, Sam. Only my close friends know... but I felt you were always going to become one of those. My friends will be interested when they see you with me, so you might get the girlfriend question again from one or two people tonight. Are you okay with that?" "I've been called worse things in my time than the girlfriend of a beautiful woman; I'm sure I'll survive!" "Ouch! Was that payback for the 'she is pretty' comment to Bethany?" "Yup!" I smile. "That's not fair, what I said was true: you are pretty." "What I said was true too." For the first time since we met, Meg looks unsure of how to take what I've said. Well, I've felt uncomfortable enough times, so serve her right! "Can we get some food?" I plead, changing the subject, "I'm starving!" As we navigate through the tables and people we encounter Ms Erica Shaw, neighbour and head teacher of this school. She is older, in her late forties or early fifties, but is still quite a striking woman. She is tall with a good looking face that suggests the word 'handsome' rather than 'pretty': attractive, with a refined elegance and poise that comes with experience and confidence, her face showing just a few early age lines. Her straight hair falls to just above her shoulders and while there are still traces of blonde much of her hair is now white. With her pale blue eyes and full mouth I imagine she must have been stunning in her youth. Meg is friendly to her but I can see she is also a bit in awe, though given that she is, of course, Meg's boss this isn't too surprising. "Pleased to meet you, Ms Shaw," I tell her as I shake her hand when Meg introduces us. "Oh, please Samantha, call me Erica." "Certainly, Erica, but it's Sam not Samantha," and to my surprise I find myself adding, "the name reminds me too much of having a husband, something I'd rather forget." Erica smiles. "Sam it is. You were due to arrive tomorrow weren't you? I'm surprised to see you here. I'm sorry I haven't called on you to welcome you." "I decided to come up early to be here when my furniture was delivered so I could supervise. Don't worry though, Meg has been a one-woman welcoming committee and she invited me along. She's been lovely." "Well, let me add my own welcome, Sam. I'll have to invite you over for tea one afternoon; I'm sure Meg can come too." She smiles at us both, "I must circulate but it's lovely to have met you Sam. This is a lovely village and I'm sure you'll be happy here." We say goodbye as she moves off. "She's quite a character," I say to Meg, "and, am I wrong but was that 'I'm sure Meg can come too' comment is just 'is she your girlfriend' in a different guise?" "Maybe," Meg laughs, "but I think she was just fed up that she didn't get to be the first to welcome you. Ms Shaw -- Erica -- is, well, she knows what she wants and makes sure it happens. I do like her though; she is kind and, well, I told you how she helped Laura and me." As we move towards the food Meg insists on a detour to the bar first, despite my stomach becoming increasingly impatient. "Look," she points out, the bar is almost empty but there's a long queue for the food." I can't fault her logic so over we go. "Hi, Bex," chirps Meg to the girl behind the bar, "they got you working tonight?" "Yeah. Steve offered me fifty quid if I worked the evening and helped with the clean up tomorrow so what's a poor student to do? I need money if I'm going to Uni in September." she laughs. "Where do you want to go?" I ask, unable to suppress my interest in a young person's education. "I'd like to do Psychology at Southampton, if I get the grades in my A Levels; I need two As and a B." "Wow, that's tough," I commiserate and Bex nods. "Good luck though." "Yeah, hopefully I managed it. I just have to wait and see. Now, what can I get you both?" Bex is average height and slim, almost skinny, and with a tiny button of a nose, quite the smallest nose I think I have ever seen, and it makes her look cute, especially with her brown hair tied back into two short pigtails. Meg introduces us before we get onto ordering our drinks. Bex advises avoiding the lethally strong local cider they are serving and so it is glasses of -- yet more -- white wine that we carry over to grab some food. The food is really good; I guess what they say about local produce being better must be true. We have more wine after I am introduced to numerous people and there are more names than I can possible keep track of, particularly with the alcohol in my veins. We are sat at a table when we are joined by Dave and Karen, a couple who are friends of Meg's. I know they are close friends when I get the girlfriend question. I also know that I am a bit drunk when, instead of simply saying 'No' I find myself saying, "We only met this afternoon, so there really hasn't been time for that." This answer seems to confuse everyone, including me. What the hell did I mean by saying that? We all dance a while, the four of us in a group and I find that I am enjoying this evening immensely. After a particularly boisterous dance to the band's rendition of 'Come on, Eileen' we all return to the table, all a little out of breath. Karen leans across to me and says into my ear, "Meg's really taken with you, you know?" "What? But I'm not gay," I protest. Karen gives me a searching look. "Okay. If that's the case, then be careful what you say and be gentle on her. I'd hate to see her get hurt." The band switches to slower numbers and the dance floor starts to fill again. With the second song, Karen stands and drags a semi-reluctant Dave to dance with her. I feel a tugging on my hand and look up to see Meg pulling me. "Come on, let's dance, Sam!" Is this what Karen was warning me? "I need to rest a bit longer. And I could do with something to drink, too," I tell Meg. Meg looks disappointed but offers to go and get some drinks. I try to analyse my feelings towards Meg. It is odd, the way we seem to have clicked. I really like her and she evidently likes me. Perhaps 'fancies me' might be more accurate. Am I attracted to her? I don't think so, though she has the most magnetic personality I have ever encountered. However, after the past few months I've no interest in getting with a guy either. What I want, I realize, is a close, intimate but platonic relationship with a woman friend. What I also need is some water but Meg now returns with more wine. We sit and sip our drinks and as the next song starts, Dave and Karen stay on the dance floor. Meg looks at me hopefully, nodding towards the dance floor and this time I nod. I want to talk to Meg quietly and this seems the best way. We put our arms around each other but I try to keep a small gap, despite my unsteadiness. I don't want to give Meg the wrong idea. Her hands rest on the bare skin of my waist. "Mmm your skin feels nice," she says softly. "I love this dress of yours. Your ex must have been mad not to like it; you look gorgeous in it and I can caress your skin." A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 01 Her touch sends electric shivers up my spine. "Meg," I hesitate, trying to organise my thoughts, "Meg, I really like you and I really want to be your friend." I see hope flare in her eyes, "But, oh Meg, I can't be your girlfriend. Even if I were bisexual, this last year has been horrible and I don't think I'm ready for that sort of relationship with anyone." She looks disappointed and her caressing stops. Then she nods, "I understand, I think, and we can just be friends; maybe even best friends." "I haven't had a 'best friend' since I was at school but, yes, that would be really nice," I tell her and pull her in to hug her for her understanding. I feel her arms slip around me and I can't help noticing how comfortably we fit together and how very nice she is to hold. I can smell her perfume, a soft musk that is delightful. "Thank you, Meg. This has been a lovely evening." "It has; a lovely afternoon and a lovely evening," she agrees as she rests her head on my shoulder. I hear her whisper, "I still reckon you're bi, though." I laugh to cover my embarrassment but it feels so comfortable with her that we stay together through the last dance as well. We sit with Karen and Dave and are joined by a couple more of Meg's friends. Sure enough the girlfriend question gets asked, though less directly this time as George asks, "So Meg are, er you and Sam, you know..." "No, George," replies Meg calmly, "Sam and I are not 'you knowing'; we're simply good friends, that's all." I look across and Karen gives me a little nod as if to say well done. We chat a while but the party is winding down and Meg and I stand to go. I feel the world spin and I sway with it. I feel Meg's arm around me. "Come on, Sam Cummings, let's get you home," she murmurs to me as she helps me start the long walk back.   CHAPTER 5 -- Hangovers and Cryptic Clues I wake with the usual symptoms consequent to the over imbibing of alcoholic beverages: my brain feels two sizes too big for my skull, my eyes feel as if the eyeballs have been taken out, rolled in sharp sand and replaced and by the taste of it my mouth has had a gerbil nesting in it. No, make that two gerbils. My bladder is also sending urgent 'I'm about to burst' signals so I sit up with a heartfelt groan. I can feel that I am naked save for my panties and, when I force my reluctant eyelids open, in front of me I can see my cobalt blue dress on a hanger hooked over the top of the wardrobe door. However, my impatient bladder will brook no further delay so I stagger rapidly from the bedroom and downstairs to the bathroom where I plonk myself onto the toilet. It's only as I start to pee that I realize I neglected to remove my panties. I feel the hot liquid flow over my vulva, an amazingly sensuous sensation that I might well have thoroughly and erotically enjoyed had I not otherwise felt so terrible. As the flow stops I raise my bum slightly and slide the panties down to my thighs. Looking down I can see my vulva and mons glistening with pee when I hear "Hi, are you alright Sam?" I look up and Meg is standing in the doorway, loosely wrapped in my dressing gown and, quite possibly, nothing else. Several facts compete for my attention. She's just seen me pee my panties; she's a lesbian who fancies me and I'm effectively naked; she's standing there with just my dressing gown on; where did she sleep and what the fuck happened last night? In the end the hangover carries the day. "Fuck, Meg, I feel like shit!" "Let me help," she tells me and without hesitation walks over and helps me remove my soaked panties. She shows not the slightest revulsion at handling them as she picks them up. However, even in my hung over state I am aware that her eyes linger on my hairless, piss-soaked sex. This does nothing to diminish my embarrassment. "Oh Meg, I'm sorry. What must you think of me?" "Hey, Sam, it's nothing; in your state I'm impressed you made it to the bathroom! Now, up you get," and with her free hand she helps me to stand "Meg, I'm naked!" I protest. She grins. "Trust me Sam, I am very, very well aware of that but I'm trying to be on my best behaviour for my hung-over friend. I'm trying to tell myself that seeing you nude is simply a bonus for being a Good Samaritan." She guides me over to the bath. "Right, first take a shower, then coffee and finally paracetamol or any other headache remedy of your choice." She gives my bum a playful slap. "Hey, is that best behaviour?" I complain. "No: best friend's perks!" she quips as I close the curtain and turn the water on. I stand under the shower, letting the water sluice over me and feeling myself revive a little. I slowly soap myself down, my fingers dwelling as I rub soap over my sex, recalling the sensation of peeing my panties and how curiously pleasant I'd found it. I am startled by Meg's voice just the other side of the shower curtain. "Come on or you'll dissolve!" I rinse myself off then turn the shower off and pull back the curtain to find her standing there holding a towel open for me. I step from the bath and she enfolds me in the towel, giving me a little hug. She begins to dry me but, nice as it feels -- both her touch and the care she is taking of me -- I stop her. "Thank you, Meg, you're being so lovely but let me." I think I'm worried about just how much I might enjoy it if she went much further and give her the wrong idea. "No problem, Sam love. I'll go and make some coffee," and she heads off. A few minutes later I walk into the kitchen wrapped in the towel to see Meg placing a mug of black coffee on the table. "Thanks, Meg," as I sit down and pull the sugar bowl over and add two spoonfuls to the coffee: I don't normally drink black coffee so it needs sweetening. I look at Meg as she leans forward to place two paracetamol tablets on the table beside the coffee mug. As she does so the dressing gown hangs open, revealing her cleavage, trim stomach and her belly button above a pair of very skimpy cream panties. I find myself wondering what she'd look like naked and smile as I think it would only be fair; after all she'd just seen me naked. "A penny for your thoughts, Sam," her voice jerks me back to reality. "Sorry, I was miles away," I reply and take a sip of coffee. I pick up the tablets and put them in my mouth, washing them down with more coffee "Meg, did, um, did anything happen last night? I mean, I don't remember..." "Don't you trust me, Sam?" "Of course I do... Forgive me, I didn't mean you took advantage... but, well, did you undress me and put me to bed?" "Yes, I did. You were pretty well out of it by the time we got here. I had to find your keys in your purse; I then managed to help you up the stairs and onto the bed but the next thing I knew you were asleep so I took your clothes off and tucked you in and, okay, I was a bit worried about you so I lay down beside you in case you needed me." She bit her lip and looked bashful, "I... might have hugged you... just a little bit..." I smile at her to reassure her. "It was kind of you to take such care of me, thank you Meg." I hesitate but there's something I cannot help but ask. "Were you... undressed when you hugged me?" "Does it matter?" she asks as she sits opposite me. "No, not really, I guess," I reply but I think: yes! I want to know what it would feel like, being naked in bed with another woman. Then I worry that I might be getting carried away with this 'adventure a day' idea. "I ought to offer you breakfast or something, Meg. I can only apologise for being so needy and, well, drunk last night. Actually, how come you weren't as drunk as me? I'm sure we had the same number of drinks." "We did," she laughs, "but you kept taking drinks from my glass as well as your own!" "Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't make a fool of myself, did I?" "No, not at all." Meg takes my hand. "How much do you remember from last night, Sam?" "Well, we met Erica and Bex and Karen and... Dave? There was John somebody and Jim and Mary... I know several of your friends asked about my being your girlfriend. I remember talking to Karen: she's very protective of you Meg." "I know; Karen's a sweetie." "I know we danced quite a lot and... did we slow dance together or did I dream that?" "Hmm, do you think it was a good dream -- if it was a dream?" "That's not a fair question," I protest, "especially when I'm hung over. If I say no then you'll be upset. If I say yes you'll think I'm a closet lesbian when in fact I'm straight." "I don't know what you are, any more than you do, I think. However, if you're in the straight garden then you are definitely looking over the fence at the girl next door... or maybe the girl four doors down." Her mischievous smile is back. I have to think for a moment and then realize that she is the girl four doors down, literally. "Okay, maybe I am looking -- just a bit -- but that's all!" I tell her firmly, not sure how much I really believe it. This is too awkward to talk about and though the headache is easing slowly I still feel unwell. I change the subject, asking, "Now, is there somewhere I can buy you breakfast?" "No, there isn't. But you can come over to my house and I'll cook us brunch. Come on, finish your coffee and go and get dressed." Some forty minutes later we're sat in Meg's kitchen as she hands me a plate with two slices of toast, a rasher of grilled bacon and a poached egg. It's all perfectly cooked but I cannot help looking at it uncertainly. The tea, however, is very welcome. She has her own plate of food and a newspaper open at the cryptic crossword beside her. "Just eat a bit," coaxes Meg, "It'll help you feel better." So I start to eat: a bite of toast, a little egg, some bacon... She's right, it does help and the sick feeling subsides. We eat in silence as she looks at the crossword, filling in one or two clues between mouthfuls. "How are you doing?" I ask, nodding at the crossword. "Not too good. This is Friday's crossword and I'm still struggling." "Go on then, let me see if I can help." "Okay... fourteen across, five letters: the clue is 'My South African birthplace' and the middle letter is T." I think for a minute. "Ah yes, Natal, N-A-T-A-L. It's a province in South Africa and also the word 'natal', meaning 'birth', you know, as in 'antenatal'." She smiles at me, "Thanks teach! Okay, try this one: fifteen down, eight letters and the clue is 'Women in mutual attraction are confused in furs.' Oh, and the first letter is the L from 'NATAL'." "Hmm... 'confusion' suggests an anagram, so... furs? Mink, no, fox, no... ah ha!" and I burst out laughing. "You really should have got this one!" "Why?" "A type of fur? Sable. So it's an anagram of 'in sables' that means 'women in mutual attraction'." She writes the letters in the corner of the paper and laughs. "It's 'LESBIANS' isn't it? You're right, I should have got that. Though I'm not sure that the clue is right; I mean, we're mutually attracted but we're not lesbians, well I am but you're not, you told me." I can feel my heart beating. It's true, I am attracted to her. She is beautiful and, well, I certainly didn't mind seeing her body under my dressing gown. I definitely want to spend time with her and I love her company. And when we danced last night... I wouldn't mind doing that again. And she's taken such care of me and made me feel so... I struggle to put words to what I feel. Cherished, that's it; cherished and cared for and safe. I find my sight blurring with tears. "Sam?" Meg puts her hand on mine, her voice full of concern. "Are you alright?" "Meg, I cannot thank you enough for how you've looked after me. You've been so kind and caring and it's been such a long time since I've felt someone cares about me. You really are the best friend I could have." "Aw, Sam, thank you. I'm glad you think so. You know, I first saw you a couple of months ago, when you came to look at your cottage with the estate agent. There was something about you; I thought, 'that woman is special'. That's why I had to come over and meet you yesterday. I'm so glad I did." Before I can reply the telephone rings and she goes through to the living room to answer it. I stand, gather the plates and take them to the sink to begin washing up. As I lift the last plate from the soapy water and start rubbing it clean, I feel Meg's arm slip round my waist. "You didn't need to do that," she chides. I stiffen slightly at her touch but then relax. She is so close that I catch the faint remnants of her perfume, reminding me of our dancing. I force myself back to the here and now. "Meg, this really is the least I can do," I tell her. "I'm feeling much better thanks to you. Still a little delicate so I don't think I'll be drinking anytime soon!" "Ah, are you sure? That was Karen on the phone; she and Dave are doing a barbecue next Thursday evening for Dave's birthday and they've invited us over." "Really invited 'us' or invited you and you've blagged me as your plus one?" I ask, interested to know the answer. Meg hesitates and I turn to look at her. "No, no, Karen specifically invited the two of us." To my amazement, she goes pink with embarrassment. "What she actually said was, 'We'd like to invite you, Meg and your not-girlfriend-girlfriend, Sam'. "Should I be flattered on insulted? Is that better or worse than simply being a 'girlfriend'?" I laugh "I'm not sure," she takes my hands, "Come on Thursday and you can ask her. Will you come?" she pleads. "On one condition: don't let me drink alcohol like I did last night!" "No problem, just as long as you don't ask me to get you any." She leans in to speak in her low, sexy voice, "You know I couldn't say no to you!" To my dismay I feel my arousal stirring at her words, the little flutter in my pussy. It would be so easy to kiss her at this point but the mention of Karen has reminded me of my promise to her not to hurt Meg. "I can't imagine ever wanting wine again," I say firmly to break the moment. "Now, let me finish the washing and drying. Then we can finish that crossword." It is a lazy day, the heat and the night before making us both lethargic. However, it helps my hangover pass and I start to feel well again, so much so that I insist on taking Meg to the pub in the village which serves food in the evenings. "I still owe you for all your tender, loving care." I tell her. As we walk to the pub I decide to go to the gym tomorrow -- wherever that might be. "Meg, where's the nearest gym?" I ask. "I haven't a clue -- there certainly isn't one within ten miles of here. Why?" "I wanted to do some exercise tomorrow and I used to go to the gym regularly." "You could always go running I guess. The roads here are pretty quiet." "Yeah, I might do that then. I just feel like getting..." I hesitate. I was going to say 'hot and sweaty' but I can imagine exactly the sort of comeback Meg will make to that, so I finish with "...the lungs and muscles working. Don't say it!" I warn as I see she is about to give the same response as she would have to 'hot and sweaty'. She grins at me. "Okay, but can you wait until Wednesday so I can run with you?" "Won't you be at work? It's still school term time, I'm sure." "You're right, school doesn't break up for weeks. However, this Wednesday there's a teachers' in service training day and us teaching assistants don't go in." "That would be really nice. You can find us a nice scenic route," I tell her. And so we spend a pleasant evening together. I meet again some people I was introduced to last night and stand more chance of remembering names this time. The food is good and as darkness falls we walk home. At her garden gate we say goodnight and I kiss Meg's cheek, thanking her again. I can see her struggling internally; I'm sure she is tempted to invite me in, perhaps even to spend the night but after a few moments says goodnight. I walk away slowly. If she had invited me, would I have really said no?   CHAPTER 6 -- The Scream in the Night Monday morning and after the excitement of the weekend I feel curiously unsettled. The phrase 'at a loose end' sums me up perfectly. I sit in the kitchen and wonder what I'm going to do with my time in this new place. One look in the fridge tells me that shopping has to be number one priority and a look at the long grass and overgrown hedge puts gardening on the list at number two. Actually it will have to go at number four, right after 'learn to garden' and 'buy gardening tools'. Perhaps I can replace numbers two, three and four with 'hire gardener'. Maybe Meg can suggest someone. I ought to explore a bit too; visit the village and walk in the wood in daylight. The memory of my naked escapade that first night gives me a little thrill. Maybe if I'd known the woods a bit better I could have caught up with the woman and... I am shocked by the sudden image of my taking that woman in my arms to kiss her. My mouth is dry and my heart beating rapidly as I push the image away. Damn Meg for her bi-sex comments I think to myself, though I'm not sure whether I'm cursing her for putting the idea of bisexuality into my head or for being right about my sexuality. Annoyed, I stomp off to shower and dress. I know I shouldn't blame Meg for my feelings; I probably shouldn't be surprised, after the events of the last year, that I'm so captivated by someone who's as kind and friendly as Meg is. I just need to get a grip and this... infatuation, I guess it is, will pass. I drive into the next town to shop at the supermarket there. However, I don't seem to be able to get Meg out of my mind; I realize how much I'm thinking of her when I find myself in the pasta aisle wondering if she'd prefer Spaghetti Bolognaise or Lasagne for dinner. What the fuck? I feel a tightness in my chest as I realize that was the sort of question I asked myself about Steve when I was married. I try to rationalize it. Maybe subconsciously I knew that I'd invite Meg over for a meal; she'd cooked me brunch yesterday, after all. Also, she was my friend and I'd like to spend the evening with her and she is working and I am not, so I have time to cook... Yes Sam, I think, all very convincing. Almost. I bought both the spaghetti and the lasagne anyway, just in case. After getting home and unpacking I am back to that nervous 'loose end' feeling of this morning. Preparing and eating lunch is a temporary distraction. Do I want to see Meg today? No, I decide; I need some space to get this in perspective, to stop obsessing on this woman, however lovely and kind and beautiful... aagh, stop it! Back into town I go and to the cinema where I end up sitting through X-Men: First Class . I would normally have zero interest in such a film but it wins for two reasons: it starts within the next three-quarters of an hour and is long enough that I can eat out and be home too late to be tempted to call on Meg. I suppose I can also just about claim it as today's adventure. I feel a little out of place in the audience, such as it is. However, I settle down and manage to lose myself in the film and find myself wondering what it would be like to change my appearance like the strange looking blue girl. I emerge into the early evening light and congratulate myself on not having though of Meg for nearly three hours. Damn and blast! I kick myself for immediately thinking about her as soon as I'm out of the cinema! I finally make it home at around eight thirty. When I open the door there is a folded slip of paper on the floor: A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 01 I find myself awake in the dark again; something has woken me but I don't know what. Suddenly I hear a woman's scream and my heart leaps into my throat in fear as I sit up, the sheet falling from my naked body. My pulse is rapid as I listen intently: silence save the soft movement of the leaves outside and my breathing. The shriek comes again and I recall what it must be: foxes mating. I remember as a child going camping with my parents and being terrified by the sound then, even after Dad explained what it was. I continue listening but hear no more. I am awake now and cannot resist the temptation to rise, naked as before and go down stairs. Once again, I open the back door and stand looking out before stepping outside. The full moon is low but overhead the sky is cloudy and, as I cross the garden, a fine, gentle rain begins. It is cool, not cold, a gentle prickling on my bare skin that begins to sparkle in the moonlight. I feel the urge to pee so I simply spread my legs as I look down. My trickle begins and the moonshine turns it into a rippling ribbon of shining silver. Without volition I reach out, my fingers touching the falling fluid and I am surprised by how hot it is. I cup my hand over my vulva and feel the hot fluid flow over my skin as I did yesterday morning in my panties. Still peeing, I sink to my knees then lie back on the rain and now piss wet grass as my fingers begin rubbing my gushing pussy. Fuck, I feel so wanton and horny! Piss is spraying over my thighs and abdomen as my fingers pump in and out; I begin to gasp and moan as my excitement builds. My pee has finished but I have not: three fingers piston in and out of my cunny as the thumb rubs my clit. My cries grow louder and my back arches, raising my hips off the grass. My mind is filled with the image of Meg's face as I imagine her staring at my gushing sex. I gasp her name and with that my orgasm explodes, bright bolts of pleasure shooting through my body. I scream softly as a second wave hits before slumping back, utterly spent. The rain is falling more heavily and I can feel it running off my body as if wanting to purify me again as the aftershocks of my climax pass. "Oh Sam, darling!" I sit up startled. Did I just hear Meg's voice or was it my imagination? I look over to the gate; what's that? A pale form in the moonlight: a shoulder, an arm and a naked breast? Suddenly, the moon is covered by cloud and the world is plunged into darkness. I scramble to my feet and take a step but then dare not move as the blackness is so complete. Was that someone by the gate or a trick of the light? I listen carefully but can hear nothing over the soft susurration of the rain. A glimmer of moonlight reappears but I can see no one by the gate. Perhaps it was just the outline of the hedge in the hard silver light I think to myself as I head back indoors. I head to the bathroom to find a towel and dry myself. Turning the light on I notice that my feet are muddy so I turn on the shower; that'll warm me up too. I wash quickly but find myself, as so often, luxuriating in the warm water caressing my body. I realize that I am getting very tired so I turn off the shower, towel myself dry and flop into bed to return to sleep. Continued in Part 2... A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 02 PART 2 This is the second part of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Part 1, which can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 Thanks must go to Winterreisser for his editing and suggestions and for correcting my silly typos and repeated mistakes. Thanks also to Kat for her advice, encouragement and all round niceness. FAIR WARNING: While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization), it does contain pee play and also scat (shit) play in this and later parts. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that! After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be good to hear what you think of it. I hope you enjoy the story. ================================================= CHAPTER 7 - 'There seems to be limited fun without you' I'm awake early and recall my latest nocturnal adventure. Was there someone watching me or was it, as seems most likely, just my over excited imagination? And I was excited, I remember. Naked and peeing outside, fingering myself, pee splashing me and then cumming, lying in the long grass... I am aroused again as I rise and head down to the bathroom. I hesitate then climb into the bath and lay down, the white enamel cold against my back. I reach down and cup my hand over my vulva and I feel my excitement increase. Relaxing, I begin to pee, only to gasp as the hot fluid immediately fills my hand and flows over the skin of my sex. This feels so kinky and erotic, just like last night, and I begin to rub my hands over my body, coating myself in urine. My arousal is intense and I cannot stop, cannot resist coating every square inch of myself, as I writhe in the bath while my fingers go to work on my pussy once again. Three fingers are again deep within me while my other hand is flat over the top of my slit, the fingertips rubbing rapidly back and forth across my clitoris. My panting cries echo in the confines of the bath as they grow faster and louder. A first shudder silences me and then the climax takes me, my fingers pressing hard on my clit. I feel the post orgasmic lethargy begin to pass. I am in my bath and covered in piss, I point out to myself, trying to gauge my feelings about this. I know I should be disgusted by what I've done but the dominant feeling is: 'Fuck, that was so hot!' I stand and see a rivulet of yellow running to the plughole and my hands unconsciously roam over my slick skin. The smell of piss is mild, not the acrid scent I expected from public lavatories, and I find it is not unpleasant even a little arousing, given what I've just done. As I turn on the shower and start to wash I know this will not be a one off, despite the fact that I've always believed myself to be a sexually unadventurous woman with an average libido. Perhaps the country air is doing things for me. I spend the day pottering about. I contact the phone company to sort out getting Internet access, check my bank account, pay some bills and read a novel. After lunch I also start preparing lasagne - for two. She said we'd go for a run tomorrow, so we need to sort that out, I tell myself, and that I'm also in danger of becoming isolated if I avoid seeing people. The simple truth is I miss her. The truth is also that I know very little about Meg and her life; I certainly don't know what time she arrives home and so, rather than spending the afternoon looking out the window like some demented Neighbourhood Watch member, I copy her idea and put a note through her letterbox. It takes several drafts until I'm fully happy with it: A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 02 "Meg, is Katie gay?" I ask quietly. "Uh? What? No! She's a bit, you know, well whatever the opposite of bisexual is... non-sexual?" "Asexual, actually" I cannot help correcting. "Sorry, I keep slipping into teacher mode." Meg smiles, "Oh, I'm sure there's a lot you can teach me! And if there's anything you want me to teach you..." I cannot help smiling as the flirting is back. We head off at a gentle jog and head away from the village along the lane that rapidly becomes a broad, level path through the woods. We chat as we jog until Meg says, "Sorry, Sam, but I really need to pee." She steps off the path and heads behind a tree where I can hear her moving. I keep thinking of that glance I'd had of her beautiful smooth pussy when she flashed me and, even though I shave too, I feel it is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Two things happen: I can feel myself becoming hugely aroused and, without conscious volition, I follow Meg behind the tree. Her skirt is pulled up above her hips as she squats; she is facing towards me but is looking down at her pussy as her pee starts to flow, a gentle trickle, the drops sparkling where the sunlight catches them. I can feel my cunny becoming very wet very quickly at the sight. I take another step closer and she looks up at the sound. Suddenly I realize what I'm doing. "Oh God, please forgive me Meg. I don't know why I followed you." I take a step back, blushing. "No, Sam, stay! I... I'd like you to watch me pee." I swallow and nod as I step forward once again then squat. We both gaze at the gorgeous gash in her perfect vulva. The stream builds and I recall the feel of peeing my panties, the hot liquid flowing over my skin and last night, masturbating as I peed in the garden; what would Meg's pee feel like on my skin... Shit! What am I thinking? Her flow slows and stops and we gaze at each other. "I don't know why I..." I begin but Meg interrupts. "I saw you peeing your panties yesterday and I enjoyed watching it. It seems only fair to let you see me if you want." She smiles and we both stand. I wonder if I want to make love to this woman. I'm fairly certain that she wants to make love to me but I'm unsure of whether I could go through with it. I did promise not to hurt her. "Thank you for... for letting me watch," I manage to say, "I, um, liked watching you, um, pissing." I am bright red but Meg smiles happily. "Shall we continue our run? Unless you need to pee?" she asks, hopefully, but I shake my head and we resume running. Whenever we stop talking I find my mind replays the sight of Meg peeing; my panties are sopping as a result and I'm grateful that the black leggings I'm wearing don't reveal anything. "Did you like my shaved pussy?" Meg suddenly asks. I'm really not sure how to answer this, particularly as my immediate thought is 'Yes, it is fucking gorgeous!' "It, er, looks very good," I manage, "I much prefer being completely smooth down there myself." I add, trying to sound casual about it. "I only shaved yesterday morning. It was, well, after seeing you when I helped with your panties on Sunday. I just thought you looked so sexy and I wanted to be like you... um." I get the impression she said a bit more than she intended "Meg, you keep telling me I'm sexy but, okay I'm not quite an old dog, but compared to you I'm about as sexy as a potato!" "No, Sam, you're wrong. You're very attractive but it's more than that. I can't explain what it is about you but there something very... sensual about you. You keep trying to hide it, to pretend it's not there, but it is... and I think it makes you an incredibly sexy woman." I don't know what to say to this. I also realize that I have no idea where we are or where we're heading on this run and I suspect that Meg may be making it up as she goes along. I'm about to ask her when, suddenly, I find we're out of the woods and heading down a country road that runs into the village. I am completely disorientated as to how we came to be here and tell her so. "The Ladywood curves around the village so we're just coming in from a different direction. I thought we deserved a coffee after our run." She smiles as we come to a halt outside a quaint looking little tea shop and café. Meg leads the way in and as we enter I see that it is larger inside than I expect with over a dozen tables. In one corner there are three women sitting at a table; the young woman, Bex, I recognise from behind the bar at the village dance while the other two are older than me; Meg walks over and greets them before making introductions. "Sam, Bex you know, while this is Claire, Bethany's mum - you remember Bethany?" I nod, smiling. "And her partner, Lillian." "Yes I definitely remembered Bethany!" I tell Claire as I shake her hand. Claire has wavy brown hair and brown eyes, her skin showing a few fine wrinkles but she smiles easily and often. She has a full figure, somewhat overweight but this comes across as more motherly than anything else. Lillian has a slight Mediterranean cast, with dark eyes and her dark hair cut short and her body slim. She wears a checked shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans and boots; every inch the butch lesbian I think to myself. She also has a number of Celtic looking tattoos visible on both arms and something intricate on the side of her neck, running down under the shirt collar. At a guess I'd say she probably has a lot more artwork on her body that I can't see. However, despite her distinctive appearance, every time she looks at Claire there is a deep affection in her gaze. "Claire, Lillian: this is Sam Cummings who's just moved into the house at the end of Ladywood Lane." "Ah, you must be the 'very pretty lady with Miss Dike' Bethany was tellin' us about," laughs Claire. "Who's 'not Miss Dike's girlfriend'," adds Lillian. "Beth was most insistent on that point. I'm guessing she said something inappropriate and got corrected?" "I don't know if it was inappropriate, so much as a surprising question from an eleven year old," I reply. "Meg explained later why she asked it." "Meg was very good with her when Lil and I got together," Claire tells me. "Ms Shaw, the head teacher, she was also very good, making sure that the kids is taught to be tolerant and accepting of people regardless of their sex, colour, religion or sexuality." "Have you started to settle in? How are you finding living here?" asks Bex. "I love it," I reply earnestly, "it seems a very warm and welcoming place. I could do without the foxes mating and waking me up with their horrible screams though." "It's the wrong time of year for foxes mating," Lillian says, perplexed. "They mate in January. Are you sure it was a fox you heard?" "Well, it sounded like a woman shrieking and I sort of assumed it must be a fox," I answer uncertainly. "I can't really have been a woman, can it? It must be an animal, surely." "Perhaps it was a woman outside having a massive orgasm!" suggests Meg, mischievously. The others laugh and I try to join in but I cannot help the colour rising in my cheeks. The thought shouting in my mind is, 'Was it Meg at the gate? Had she seen me the other night in the garden, or last night in the woods?' It definitely wasn't Meg in the woods last night, I'm sure. And the figure at the gate was a just trick of the light and my imagination. "Meg, your embarrassin' Sam!" observed Claire. "I'm getting used to Meg's sense of humour," I tell her, as my face gradually cools despite Meg's continuing grin at my discomfort. "Anyway, I definitely heard something the night before last that woke me up and..." I begin to redden again, "and well, I didn't get back to sleep for a while." We continue to chat and they tell me about life in the village and themselves. I feel very at ease with these women who seem to so readily to accept me. After an hour or so, Claire and Lillian inform us that they have to leave. As they are getting up I take the chance to excuse myself saying that I need to use the toilet. Bex announces that she has just remembered something and needs to head off too and we say our goodbyes. As I look around for the toilets, Meg comes up behind me and whispers, "Come with me." She moves past me and I follow as she leads me into the Ladies. Inside there are three cubicles and Meg ushers me to the stall at the far end, which seems slightly larger than the other two. I can guess what's coming and so I'm not surprised when Meg whispers, "I want to watch you pee this time, Sam." I start to slip my leggings down and Meg immediately reaches forward and pushes my panties down. I sit on the toilet and she kneels to pull both my panties and my leggings to my ankles before removing them completely, easing them over my shoes. Meg raises the panties to her nose and sniffs them deeply "Mmm, your pussy smells good. I gave you my panties earlier so I should keep these," she tells me as I recall the panties she threw at me before we set off. I feel very horny as I open my legs. Looking down I can see my labia are swollen red and puffy and I can smell my arousal. I reach down with one hand and press a finger each side of my slit; I spread my fingers, opening my labia as I relax and begin to pee as Meg watches me intently, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Part of me cannot believe what I am doing while the rest of me wants all this and more! My flow eases to a trickle and I close my fingers: the final dribble flows across my fingertips. Do I dare do this in front of her? Yes, I do: I feel so aroused and kinky that I cannot resist. I raise my wet fingers to my mouth and suck them savouring the salty tang sharp on my tongue; I cannot help wishing there were more. "Good?" asks Meg is a hoarse whisper and I can only nod, my fingers still in my mouth. "And you say you're not fucking sexy! Would you like to watch me pee again, now?" she asks and again I can only nod as I feel my pussy flood with excitement. We swap places and, as Meg begins peeing, my fingers move without thought from my mouth to run them along my hot nether lips. I gaze at Meg's beautiful bald cunt and imagine tasting the golden fluid flowing from it then licking deeper to taste her love juices. I glance at her face and see her smiling at me as her fingers dip into her stream and, as I did, she places them in her mouth. Her fingers dip once more into the now diminishing flow. I see them rise up, wet and shiny and realize that Meg is offering them to me. I take a small step forward and bend, opening my mouth to receive them. As the taste hits my tongue I feel a jolt of pleasure like a miniature orgasm pass through me. A moan of delight escapes my mouth as her fingers slide out. To my surprise Meg stands, turns and straddles the toilet bowl backwards, spreading her arse cheeks wide. I stare down and can see the dark pucker of her anus that now starts to bulge and I hear a faint hiss. "Fuck!" I gasp as her anal ring opens and I see the pointed end of a turd start to slide out. "This is so wrong," I whisper but I cannot look away. I can smell Meg's shit now: a strong musky scent that should repulse me but I find myself aroused further. This is the most intensely intimate and erotic experience of my life and I have no willpower to deny my fingers entry into my cunny or halt them as they begin rubbing. I gaze in fascination at the six inch length of shit, brown and sticky, that curls from her arse. I see her bulging anal ring contract, pinching off the turd, which falls with a soft splash into the bowl below. I feel my orgasm building as a second, smaller length emerges and I gasp as I climax. Meg is watching me over her shoulder and, as the orgasm passes, I see her smiling at me. "Pass me some paper, Sam sweetie," asks Meg. I obey: this woman could ask anything of me at this moment. I am captivated by the sight of Meg's brown-stained anus as I grope blindly for the toilet paper. I locate it and pull off a length, holding it out to Meg. She grasps my hand and holds it firmly. "Do you trust me?" she asks. I swallow as my heart hammers in my chest. "Yes, Meg," I croak. She moves my hand down, towards her arse, to her dirty pucker. I have said I trust her but how can I do this? How can this be happening? But... this is an adventure. Fuck! I'm going much too far with this 'new adventure every day' thing; and yet... "Wipe me Sam, please: wipe my dirty hole!" She is half begging, half commanding. Despite the orgasm I am still as randy as hell - what's happening to me? I want to do this, I want to wipe this beautiful, sexy woman's shitty arse hole. With care and gentleness I wipe her, tearing off fresh paper until she is spotless. We both stand and Meg pulls her dress back down before helping me back into my short leggings. As she pulls them up her face is so close to my pussy that I wonder what she will do... but she does nothing, just slides the leggings into place. However, once I am dressed she kisses me lightly, midway between my cunny and my tummy button, a sort of suggestion of what might have been, or might be in the future. She stands up and opens the door, leading the way to the sinks where we stand side by side. Neither of us has spoken and we wash and dry our hands in silence. My mind is in turmoil over what I'm feeling, what I've seen and, oh god, what I've just done. Meg is leading the way and as her hand reaches out to open the door to the Ladies room she turns to me. "Sam, that was so kind of you. You are such a special friend to do that for me." I don't know how to take what she has just said. I feel belittled, like a child who has just done a good deed. Five minutes ago she could have done anything with me: seduced me, fucked me, asked me to eat her pussy, anything. Now... I am such a confused turmoil of emotions. I can't believe that we watched each other pee and yet I'm still feeling aroused; I am embarrassed at seeing Meg shit and that I wiped her arse afterwards, ashamed that watching her aroused me so much that I masturbated in front of her. Despite all that, as I look at her, I cannot help feeling the same magnetic attraction as on that first afternoon when she began flirting with me. I push past her. "I need to go home," I tell her as I rush from the teashop. Outside I run hard for home; I don't know if Meg follows since I don't look back. Once home I slam the door shut behind me and there, on the bottom stair where I dropped them, are Meg's panties. I burst into tears and rush upstairs where I curl up on the bed sobbing.   CHAPTER 9 - 'What am I becoming?' I must have cried myself to sleep because I find myself waking in the mid-afternoon, sunlight shining through the window. I sit up feeling sticky-eyed; sticky elsewhere too as I feel the fabric of the leggings adhere to my vulva when I move. I smell of sex and sweat from the running; without thinking I strip and head downstairs to the bathroom. At the bottom I again see Meg's panties and I feel my throat constrict with emotion but I clench my jaw and walk past them. I turn the shower on, letting the water run until it is as hot as I can stand before stepping in. Though the water feels good, soothing the tension in me, I am weeping again. Shit! The thought occurs to me that moving here might have been the biggest mistake of my life and I feel panic and the same dark wings of depression that have dogged the past year of my life. No! I will not go back there. I turn and lift my face, letting the water spray scrub the tears away. I focus on washing, losing myself in the ritual of soaping and rinsing. I dry myself and pull on my dressing gown and head into the kitchen. I realize that I still have no milk so it's either wine (not good when I'm feeling low) black tea or black coffee (neither are appealing) or... ah yes, some instant hot chocolate: comfort in a mug! There is a knock on the door and I hear Meg calling my name. Shit! I cannot talk to Meg right now. I step into the hall and I can see Meg's silhouette on the glass in the door. I take a breath to steady my voice and speak loudly, "Meg, I'm... I'm okay but... sorry, I can't talk now. I... I just need some time, some space..." "Sam, I just wanted to talk..." "No!" I say sharply, but then soften my voice, "No, Meg: not now. Maybe... maybe tomorrow. Please, just go now." There is a long pause and then a quiet and reluctant, "Okay." There is a further hesitation before I see her slowly turn and leave. I realize that this is hard on her; well, all that's happened is hard on me too. Five minutes later I'm heading into the sitting room with a mug of chocolate where I curl up in the armchair, pulling the fluffy dressing gown tight around me as I snuggle into it. I realize that it still smells of Meg, from when she wore it the other morning. How has this woman invaded my life so thoroughly in such a short time? And yet I inhale deeply. I am fascinated, captivated even, by this woman. I have loved being with her but... I take a deep breath and try to steady myself so I can think properly. I used to pride myself on my clear-headedness and I certainly need that now. I have never considered myself anything other than straight and yet I know that I had become - no, I still am - attracted to her. Could I - would I - sleep with her? Um... maybe. I try to dig deeper into what I feel. I picture the two of us naked in bed together. The idea definitely appeals to me, though I don't know for sure whether I'd enjoy it in reality. What about my new pissing kink? Where has that come from? I even tasted my pee several times and now Meg's too, for fucks sake! And more than the pee, watching Meg shit then wiping her dirty bum? I recall how much this had all turned me on... I could go all cod psychology and tell myself that it's my kicking over the rails of the prim and proper life I lived for so many years. However, convincing as this might sound as a justification it is too pat and I suspect it is false. So what is it? Meg says she sees that I'm sensual but that I hide it, deny it. Those moments with Meg were so incredibly sensual and also intensely intimate, a sharing of something normally so private. I realize that this is the clue: I want to be close to someone, really close; to know them and be known, to share completely. A best friend. No, a soul mate. I sit, pondering as I sip the hot chocolate. I bury my nose in the collar of the dressing gown, smelling the scent of the woman I had sent away, the woman who so attracted me, who liked to watch me pee and be watched by me as she pissed and shat, the woman called Meg who aroused me in so many ways... What does she want? 'Me' is the obvious answer; her words and actions have made that clear. But why me and what for? A friend? A lover? A pet? I recall her condescending, humiliating words: 'You are such a special friend to do that for me," and my reaction to them. It was not what I'd just done that upset me, I realized; no, it was what she'd said. I wanted a friend, a soul mate, a... oh God, maybe even a partner. Did she just want a pet, a plaything, a, a fuck toy? The hot chocolate is gone and the light has changed. I glance out of the window: the sun has gone, covered by clouds that have brought twilight early. So where exactly am I? Surprisingly, I can contemplate sleeping with a woman, though I don't know where it would lead. Ha, that might be more than just another daily adventure! What about the pee and toilet stuff? I hadn't thought I might be bisexual, but I guess I was wrong about that; maybe this kink has always been there too, unnoticed and unsuspected but a part of me nonetheless, part of the inner sensuality Meg thinks I have. I went with it as an adventure but, being honest, I've enjoyed it. And so does Meg... hmmm. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 02 What do I do? I cannot walk away after just six days here so I need a solution. Meg is a neighbour and she wanted us to be best friends... damn, I wanted that too. I feel the prickle of tears welling in my eyes: I still want her as a best friend and, just maybe, much more than that. We need to talk.   CHAPTER 10 - 'I've never done anything like this before' If we need to talk then it might as well be now. Suddenly it occurs to me that Meg might be really upset and I feel ashamed at my selfishness; I rushed off without explanation and then sent her away. That decides it and I hurry into the hall where, yet again, I see her panties on the bottom stair. I pick them up, recalling the sight of her hairless cunny that she flashed at me and I feel my body respond involuntarily. Despite all the emotions and confusion, just thinking of this woman still arouses me. I stuff the panties into the dressing gown pocket, grab the house keys from the small table and open the front door. Outside the rain is torrential: vertical rods of water hammering down. I cannot help wondering what it would feel like walking out naked into the deluge; it would be easier to dry off than my robe will be. Do I stay and wait for this to pass or go now and get wet. I'm too anxious and want a resolution to this so I cannot wait; I step out, pulling the door closed behind me. It is not far, less than a hundred metres, but I am soaked through by the time I arrive at Meg's front door. Despite the gloom there are no lights on and I worry that she has gone out. Perhaps she is with Karen, telling her how I've treated her this afternoon. I feel my guilt rise but recall how hurt I felt too. I raise my hand and rap on the door and wait, biting my lip. I hear nothing and I'm just about to turn away when the door unexpectedly opens. Meg looks terrible, her eyes red-rimmed, her cheeks wet with tears and her face puffy from crying. She is still wearing the short tennis dress she ran in this morning. As she sees me in my saturated gown with my dripping hair plastered to my head a spark of concern lights in her face. "Meg," I say with a slight tremor in my voice, "can we talk?" She nods and stands aside to let me in, closing the door behind me. I wait for her to lead the way. "Do you..." Meg's crying makes her voice catch, "do you want to take that wet bathrobe off?" she asks. I cannot help smiling slightly. "It's all I'm wearing actually and, well, I'm okay for now and I really want to talk about what happened." Meg nods. "Me too," and leads us to the kitchen where we sit facing each other in silence for a while. "I'm sorry..." we both say simultaneously and we smile as I hold up my hand. "I'm sorry about this morning, you know... shitting in front of you and..." she blurts out. "Meg, let me start, please," I ask, cutting her off and she acquiesces. "Meg, these last few days have been, well, incredible, I guess. You know what my life was like before I moved here?" She nods. "Well, on the day I arrived I made a resolution; I wanted a new life and I was - I am - determined that I'm not going to get stuck in another rut and miss out on life again. So my resolution was, as I told you when we met, 'a new adventure every day.' "The day after, a beautiful, sexy woman turns up on my doorstep to welcome me with a bottle of wine. She then proceeds to flirt outrageously with me and I go with it because, well, it's a new adventure for me. And this amazing, gorgeous woman, Meg, takes me to a village dance, where I'm mistaken for her lesbian girlfriend, I get stupidly drunk and slow dance with her. I guess that was three new adventures in a day. She also tells me she wants us to be best friends," my voice catches and tears blur my vision, "which made me so happy, I can't tell you. "The next day I wake up undressed in bed, courtesy of my new best friend's care and kindness. And I end up peeing my panties in front of her which I'd feel bad about if she hadn't apparently enjoyed it so much!" This makes her smile. "And, okay, maybe I enjoyed it too, even though I've never done anything like that before," I admit with a slight blush. "I went out deliberately on Monday to avoid you," I confess. "I... needed some space... it's all been so intense. And do you know what I found? I found that I missed you so much - it's mad. And that film last night; I know why you picked it, what you want me to choose. And then we went running today and... everything." "And I ruined it," Meg sobs, "I went too far..." "Meg, no. I actually enjoyed watching you pee. And when I watched you shit it was so, so intimate and erotic. Part of me felt like it was wrong but it turned me on so much... Meg, I was so turned on that I couldn't stop myself from masturbating in front of you; I've never done that, not even with my ex-husband!" "It was the wiping, wasn't it? I shouldn't have asked you to wipe me, should I?" "Meg, I couldn't believe it at the time but I even liked doing that. It's just, what you said after. I can't quite believe all I've done in the last few days. I don't know what this says about me, about my sexuality... I guess that's what happens when you start an adventure: you don't know where it will take you. However, I'm not a child to be patted on the head when I do something you like or to just be used; that's what upset me." I pause and take a breath. "Meg, what do you really want? From me? For us?" Meg is silent and she thinks about all I have said. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I... I never meant to make you feel belittled or used. I loved that you would wipe me, the care you took. I'd... I'd love to do the same for you... I meant what I said: you are such an amazing friend..." There is a pleading look on her face, "We can still be friends, can't we?" Can we? My heart is hammering in my chest. The question isn't 'can we be friends?' The question I need an answer to is 'can we just be friends?' I shiver and realize that my wet dressing gown is chilling me. "Meg, if I took my dressing gown off now, what would you think?" "That wouldn't bother me: I've seen you naked. Do you need some dry clothes?" I smile. Her first concern isn't sexual but for my wellbeing and this tells me she really cares for me: it's not just about sex. Even so, I need to resolve this, and sex is the issue I need to address. "I do, but that's not the point." I stand and open the gown, letting the heavy, wet garment fall to the floor. Her eyes run up and down my naked figure and I see the flush in her cheeks as her desire rises. "Meg, what do you think? How do you feel, seeing me?" "I... I think you're fucking gorgeous, Sam." She hesitates, "I want to take you to bed and make love to you," she admits, surprisingly shyly. "But Meg, I'm not a lesbian. I've never been attracted to another woman before, never kissed or touched a woman sexually. What if you tried making love to me and I hated it? Could our friendship survive?" I see a look of determination suddenly appear on Meg's face as she stands up and faces me. With one quick, economic movement she grasps the hem of her dress and strips it from her body, casting it aside to stand as naked as me. My eyes widen at the sight: the gorgeous raven hair framing her perfect face, her full, firm bust, each boob sporting its broad, pale caramel aureole and large, darker nipple, the smooth stomach and shapely hips and legs with her smooth vulva between, the soft cleft of her pussy... With an effort I tear my eyes back to her face. "Okay, Sam," she demands, "what do you think? How do you feel, seeing me, a lesbian woman, naked in front of you?" My body responds instantly: my nipples harden and my pussy moistens. My traitor imagination projects images and ideas of touching her, holding and kissing, the feel of our naked bodies pressed together... "Erk..." is the only sound that escapes me, until a deep, shuddering breath allows me to speak; I owe her the truth. "I think you are stunningly beautiful and incredibly sexy and... I... I've been attracted to you since the moment I set eyes on you..." I bite my lip, "...and... I want to make love to you," I confess, "But I'm terrified of what will happen if we sleep together, that I won't..." "Sam, do you trust me?" she interrupts, but her voice is low and gentle. "Yes, Meg, I do," I laugh a little, "it's me I don't trust." She steps forward, so close that her nipples brush my breasts just above the aureoles. I shiver at the touch. Her hand reaches up and cups my cheek. She leans forward slightly and I cannot resist doing likewise and our lips meet gently. The kiss is so soft and pleasurable but I resist the urge to close my eyes; this is another woman I'm kissing, I remind myself. If Meg wants to try this then I'm up for the adventure - as ever, since my resolution - but I will make damn sure that I'm completely aware of what I'm doing and that it's a woman I'm doing it with. However, instead of dampening my interest, I find myself leaning in harder to the kiss. Automatically our arms slip around each other and our bodies come together. Meg is soft to the touch, her skin wonderfully warm and smooth. God, this feels so nice! I open my mouth slightly and she responds immediately as her tongue flicks out across my upper lip. I try to reciprocate and our tongues brush delightfully. I sigh into the kiss as our tongues now twist and slide together. Meg's wonderful mouth is giving me the most pleasurable kiss I have ever experienced. My hands caress her back and shoulders as Meg's hands reach down to grasp my arse cheeks; she squeezes them before raking them gently with her fingernails. I give a little cry of pleasure and press my hot, wet cunny against her thigh, grinding so I can feel her firm, smooth skin rubbing my nether lips. She steps back and holds my shoulders at arm's length. "Sam, I want to take you to bed and make love to you: to kiss and touch you, to lick and finger you, to eat and taste you, every bit of you," she tells me, her eyes smouldering with her arousal at the thought, "but only if you ask me to: you have to want it." I bite my lip as I think. Do I want it? My body does, it craves her touch and attentions: my nipples are so hard they tingle and I can feel the increasing wetness between my legs at the thought of her doing what she wants. This is more than an adventure though. I feel that this is the start of an expedition, a journey far away from all that I have known. I know Meg attracts and arouses me, she has done so from that first afternoon, and I could lie down and let her kiss and touch and lick me and that my body will undoubtedly respond to her loving. The trouble is that is not enough; I do not want just to be made love to if I cannot reciprocate. This is the question: can I cross that line, that ocean, from heterosexuality to lesbianism? Can I go on that adventure? I look at Meg, beautiful, sexy, naked Meg, and I see beneath her arousal that she is scared too, afraid that I will reject her love and my heart goes out to her. I know that I love this woman and, with a jolt, I realize that I am not standing on the shores of heterosexuality but that I'm already far out to sea. I look deep into her eyes and see her love for me, pulling me to this new shore. I smile, "Meg, my darling, I want you to do all that to me and more," I whisper, "but there is one condition." Uncertainty clouds her eyes, "What condition?" "That you teach me to do the same to you, teach me to be your lesbian lover. I love you and I... I can be your lover, I'm sure, but never just your plaything, like a pet to be stroked. I want to love you back, properly and fully" She steps forward, her hand slipping up behind my head as she pulls me in and kisses me hard. I respond instantly, my hand gripping her arse to pull us tight together. Our cheeks brush as we kiss and I feel wetness. I pull back and see she is crying. "Oh, Sam, thank you, that's what I want so much!" she smiles through her tears. "I've dreamed of being with you, making love... Sam, you are so beautiful I can't believe you said yes and..." "Meg," I laugh, "please, just take me to bed: I feel so fucking horny right now!" I feel so happy to have made this choice but I need to make love to her before I question my decision. Meg doesn't need any further encouragement but grabs my hand and practically runs up the stairs with me in tow. We tumble onto her bed together and resume our kissing and caressing. Meg is on top of me, her amazing hair flows around my head and shoulders. I slide my right hand down to Meg's hip and then trace the slight crease where her leg meets her abdomen. My hand travels down along the edge of her pubis to her vulva. Her skin is so smooth and perfect to touch. Meg breaks our kiss and lifts her head, her hair now falls like a raven's wing curtain, enclosing us, and she looks at me intently. She knows what I am doing as my fingers travel to her womanhood. As they brush the edge of her pussy slit I guide them along the hot, slick wrinkles of her inner labia. She is so soft and wet that with even the slight pressure I am applying I feel my fingertips penetrate her. I cannot help gasping at the feeling and the knowledge of what I am doing as I feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. "Oh god," I gasp, "I never dreamt of touching a woman there before I met you, but it feels wonderful!" "It feels wonderful for me too, my darling Sam, but now it's my turn to lick and kiss and touch." She moves back and kneels astride my thighs. Her pussy is pulled away from my questing fingers and I feel the wetness coating them: her womanly nectar. I raise them to my nose and inhale her scent - the smell is intoxicating, sensual, musky and unmistakably female. I have to taste her and slip the two fingers into my mouth; the taste is incredible and my eyes go wide as an orgasmic bolt shoots through me, making me gasp around the fingers. It is short and wonderful but I know this is not enough, not by a long way. Meg's smile as she sees what happens assures me that this woman is determined to satisfy me. Her hands caress my boobs, interspersed with rubs and tweaks of my nipples. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations, trying to learn because I want to give her the same exquisite pleasure. I feel her hair brushing my chest just before her tongue laps at a nipple with a wet flick. I sigh, letting her know how good it feels and she repeats the flick before moving to the other nipple and back again. Now the licks are interspersed with sucks and little nips with her teeth as she gently rakes the skin of my tummy, hips and sides with her nails. I lay here, eyes closed, intensely aroused yet curiously content to enjoy the feeling almost of worship that Meg's loving is bringing me. Now there is a change as I feel Meg move, shifting down. My arousal increases and the contentment is replaced by a fluttering, excited anticipation. She kisses my tummy and around my navel, running her tongue into it as if warming up for deeper delving further down. Finally I feel her breath warm on my vulva before a gentle kiss is placed on my mons. "Are you ready for this, Sam?" she asks gently but her voice is tremulous with excitement. "Oh fuck yes, Meg, please!" I gasp. "What do you want me to do, Sam?" The mischief is back in her voice. "Fucking eat me, Meg, eat my cunt! I want it so much!" I shout in frustration. I hear her gently laugh and then - oh heaven! - I feel her tongue, flat and soft, lap the length of my cunny, then again twice more, making me moan quietly. "Shit, you taste so good," Meg gasps before I feel her mouth cover my cunny and the tip of her tongue, trail gently up my labia. She repeats this, her tongue now gliding in the cleft between my pussy lips, deeper with each pass. I realize that I am making a low, continuous moan. I feel Meg's fingers penetrate me and begin thrusting. After a few moments she adds another finger and my pussy feels wonderfully stretched. Her mouth moves to the top of my cunny where her tongue begins to work its magic on my clit. Immediately my arousal jumps in intensity and I am moaning in time with her thrusts. My orgasm is close now and my hips thrust up against her mouth seeking that final release. I reach down and pull her head against me and I grind my cunny into her face as my orgasm begins. Reality disappears as my body is racked with sublime pleasure that comes in long, slow waves the like of which I have never known in their length and intensity. I release Meg's head as the orgasm passes and my senses return. I become aware that, while Meg's fingers have withdrawn, it is only to allow her to return to licking my pussy deeply. However, my pussy is agonizingly sensitive and each caress of her tongue painfully overloads the nerves of my cunny, forcing me to push her head away. "No... no more, Meg darling... I can't take it..." I stammer. She moves back to kneel between my legs. I look up to see her beautiful smiling face, glistening with wetness in the late evening sun slanting through the window. "You did want me to eat your pussy," she teases, "and there's a lot left!" With an effort I raise my arms to her, "Come here you gorgeous, cheeky woman!" and she climbs over me into a cuddle. "I think you enjoyed that," she comments as I kiss her face, tasting myself on her wet skin. "Oh god, yes! That was the biggest, longest orgasm of my life. It was... incredible!" I kiss her on the lips; her mouth tastes of my sex too. "I... I think..." I struggle to find the words to express what I feel. "It's almost as if my body was waiting for you, like... it needed you to unlock something more..." "Sam, I think you're burbling!" I hesitate and feel my cheeks redden as I confess, "Meg, I...I feel so stupid saying this since... oh my god, I only met you five days ago!" I recall her standing on my doorstep that first time; how can that be just five days ago? I take a deep breath. "Meg, I think I'm in love with you." "Only think?" she asks with a slight note of disappointment. "Yes, at the moment; there's something I need to do first," I tell her as I sit up. She moves to sit up too so I place a hand on her left boob, holding her down. "Oh no, you stay right there." I gently squeeze and rub her tit as I shift onto my knees. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes, you can tell me whether I'm doing it right or wrong!" With that I bend forward suddenly and take her right nipple into my mouth. I suck it gently for a moment then bite softly at the base as I rub my tongue hard across the tip. "Oh shit!" Meg gasps, "Right, definitely right!" I smile and repeat it several times before moving onto its twin. I run my tongue over each breast, savouring the delicious saltiness in the crease along the underside of each boob; the taste reminds me of the saltiness of her pee that I licked off my fingers earlier today. I am captivated by her breasts: the taste, the soft yet resilient firmness as I delicately bite into them so my teeth rake the smooth skin, the wrinkled tautness of her aureoles under my tongue and the hard points of her long, flat-topped nipples, so perfect to suck or rub. "Mmmm Sam, what you're doing to my titties is amazing. Aaaah yes: so right!" she squeals. I feel a thrill of pride and arousal at the sounds of her pleasure. However, as I said, there is something I need to do: I need to perform cunnilingus - fuck it Sam, stop sounding like a teacher: I need to eat Meg's cunt out, just as she did yours, I tell myself. I reluctantly turn away from Meg's boobs and Meg guesses what I'm about to do, raising her knees and spreading her legs to give me full access. I crawl downwards along her body till my head is above her womanhood. Looking down I can see her intense arousal; her love juices have overflowed in a wet trail across her perineum and on down between her cheeks. Meg opens her legs wider and I can see her little pucker wet and glistening with them. I inhale her scent, a potent melange of sex and sweat and even the subtle tang of her pee. I have to taste her; I open my mouth and, as she did to me, I lap her cunny from top to bottom in one long, hard stroke. The taste is fantastic: rich musky and intensely female and I lap her again, hard and fast. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 02 "Oh, not so hard, Sam," Meg advises and I pause. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. You just taste so nice." She smiles, "Just remember my pussy's not made of leather! Go slower and more softly, at least to begin." I give her labia a soft kiss to say sorry for my roughness then lick the full length again but this time slowly and softly. I hear Meg sigh in response to my lick and I repeat, this time pointing my tongue to plough a slight furrow between her soft, moist labia, tasting her once more. I'm thrilled with the soft "Oh yes, that's so right, Sam!" from Meg, especially as I can't resist licking her again and again, always gently and slowly, because of that wonderful taste. I copy Meg's loving of me as my mouth covers her pussy. I point my tongue and slip it into her sex. On impulse I push my tongue as deep as I can, pull it back and then plunge it deep again as I begin to fuck her with my tongue. At each stroke my mouth receives more of her delicious nectar. I feel euphoric and giddy at what I'm doing as I hear Meg's sighs. "Oh Sam, you clever woman, that's so nice." My tongue is tiring but I love the taste and I know where there's more. Samantha Dowler would have dismissed the idea as perverted but not Sam Cummings; I'm certain that this kinky girl will enjoy this and I am not going to be timid and ashamed of what turns me on any more. I again lick her slit from top to bottom but on the second lick I do not stop at the base of the cunny but continue with lots of little licks down across her perineum. I hear a soft "Ooooh" behind and smile. 'Just you wait, Meg Dike!' I think to myself. I pause a moment then give her anal bud a slow, firm lick, not too hard but enough to show this was no accident. "Oh wow," Meg gasps. I point my tongue and press it hard into the centre of her bud and I begin licking her; rimming her my inner pedant supplies, recalling the word gleaned from who knows where. "Oh fuck, Sam, mega right! Aagh that feels amazing!" Meg may be enjoying this but I am in heaven. I continue tonguing Meg's anus as I bring my hand to begin fingering her pussy at the same time. I slip two fingers gently into her hot, wet womanhood and feel for the roughness of her G-spot which I begin to rub steadily. I copy what I often do when masturbating and move my thumb so it presses and softly rubs her clit; which is considerably larger than mine. Meg's breathing becomes shallower and more rapid and she doesn't have to say anything to tell me I'm doing this right! Her breaths become singing gasps and I pull my head back and move my thumb so I can lick and to suck her clitoris. I feel my fingers gently squeezed as contractions spasm through her vaginal muscles; she is so close. I begin rapidly moving my tongue over her clit and speed up my fingers. Meg gives a sharp, loud gasp and then a long, deep cry. My fingers are crushed into immobility inside her as I feel a warm trickle on my hand. I clamp my mouth onto her pussy, sucking and licking to capture every drop of her orgasmic flow. Her cunny relaxes, releasing my fingers as I continue licking and eating this wonderful woman. "Oh, wrong now!" Meg cries, "Enough. Please... Sam darling, no more." I move round and we snuggle together. "So, Sam, did you get your answer?" "I love you, Meg." I reply, happily. "Did I do it right?" "Hmm, not bad... for a first timer!" she teases. "You need more practise, though." "Oh, good!" I smile. "Though I think my tongue needs time to recover: it's never worked so hard!" "Sam, your tongue was fantastic. The way you licked my bum hole... I was so surprised when you started but God, I loved it!" "Well, I wiped it earlier so your bum hole and I were already acquainted, "I smile and Meg laughs. "The idea turned me on and, well, I really wanted to do it because I thought you'd love it. I'm glad you did. Meg, I've never enjoyed making love so much." I tell her earnestly and then laugh. "If my colleagues at my old school could see me now they'd be so shocked: seeing Mrs Samantha Dowler naked in bed with her stunningly sexy neighbour after having amazingly wonderful lesbian sex with her." "I don't think Mrs Samantha Dowler would have let me flirt with her or slow danced with me; she wouldn't have peed in front of me or watch me pee or wiped my bum or followed me here in the rain. And she certainly wouldn't have come to bed with me. Ms Sam Cummings, on the other hand, is the most wonderfully beautiful, sexy and adventurous woman I've ever met. I'm so happy you're Sam Cummings now." "I don't think I can put into words how happy I am at this moment being in the arms of Meg Dike." Meg pulls the cover over us and we cuddle and kiss. The emotion and excitement of the day catch up on us and we fall asleep in each other's arms. Continued in Part 3... A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 03 PART 3 This is part three of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1 and 2; Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 Thanks again to Winterreisser for his diligent editing and thoughtful suggestions and for correcting my silly typos and mistakes. My thanks and love to Kat as well for her invaluable advice, inspiration and encouragement. FAIR WARNING: While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization), it does contain pee play and also strong scat (shit) play in this and later parts. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that! After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be wonderful to hear what you think of it, especially if I am to consider writing more stories featuring pee and scat. I hope you enjoy the story. ================================================= CHAPTER 11 - Boob Shot There is a cacophonous ringing that drags me from a deep sleep. My face feels sticky and the smell of sex is in the air as I open my eyes and see Meg's gorgeous face as she gives a small yawn and licks her lips. Memories of our lovemaking last night trickle into my consciousness and I cannot help smiling: it had been so wonderful. "Morning sexy," Meg says, her voice full of happy contentment. "How are you this morning?" She hesitates and then asks a little anxiously, "How are you feeling... about last night?" I reach over and pull her close and kiss her on the mouth. My tongue brushes her lips and she opens her mouth to receive my probing tongue; I love kissing this woman. As the kiss keeps going, Meg starts to giggle and this sets me off too. "I guess you're cool with it then," she smiles. "Much more than cool, I'm ridiculously happy. I don't know why I was so worried about it: I loved making love to you. There's definitely a lesbian half to me." "Only half?" Meg asks, smiling. "Maybe three-quarters or, well, all of me at the moment! Meg, I... I think you're right about me, inside. There is a sensual, even kinky side to me that I've never acknowledged. I'm not sure I even knew it was there. I want to try and just go with it as you seem to, try whatever feels good." "Mmm, that sounds wonderful: Sam with no limits." I roll away, reluctantly. "Sorry, my lover, but nature calls." I see the look on her face and I know she wants to watch. "Come on then. What a kinky pair we are!" I sit on the toilet as Meg squats in front of me. She reaches forward and opens my labia, her touch intensely arousing. My flow starts, building quickly. My pee looks and smells strong but as Meg moves closer I feel her hand move, covering my gushing slit which now wets her hand along with my thighs and vulva. When my flow ends, as I expected, her wet fingers are in her mouth. "Wow, that's strong!" she says, but keeps sucking. "Do you need to go, darling?" I ask and she nods yes. I have a mischievous idea and look down to the open gap between my legs and the toilet seat. "Go on then, go in there," I challenge her. Meg smiles and positions herself between my legs, facing me and with her legs slightly apart, her hips pushed forward. "Don't miss!" I warn her, smiling. Meg begins to pee, her stream falling neatly through the gap between my legs with impressive accuracy, disappointingly just missing my pussy. "You missed!" I complain. "What?" asks Meg in confusion, "It's a perfect..." I grab Meg by the hips, pulling her forward. The stream of pee now sprays down onto my pussy and the thrill of it is incredible, making me gasp. "Oh god that feels so sexy and hot!" I tell her, my voice thick with pleasure. "For me too: god, I'm peeing on my girlfriend!" Her pee ebbs and stops. "You're so wonderfully kinky Sam..." she kneels and reaches forward to pull me until I am perched on the front edge of the toilet seat, legs wide and my dripping pussy by her face. "...but I can be just as kinky!" and with that she runs her tongue across my vulva, lapping it dry, before diving into my sopping pussy. She licks me deeply then pulls my head down to kiss, sharing the wonderful mixed flavours of our pee and my cunt. I push her gently, "Lie down, darling, I want to eat you too." She lies back on the bathroom floor and I climb on top into the sixty-nine position. I try to be slow and gentle as she told me last night but my hunger to taste her makes this hard. However, her own attack on my pussy is equally urgent and desperate, and it feels just right. I feel her finger pressing my anal bud and moan into her pussy at the sensations this brings. My mouth clamps over her cunt as I suck and suddenly there is a warm flow in my mouth. It runs across my tongue and I realize that she has just peed a little: my lover just pissed in my mouth! I suck and drive my tongue into her, determined to swallow every drop. I taste Meg's love juices as I feel her orgasm convulse her. He finger presses into my anus and that feeling of penetration is enough to tip me over the edge too and I am shaking with the intensity of the climax. I cannot move at first, able only to lie on top of Meg breathing hard. Our bodies are slick with sweat and covered in the scents of our lovemaking. I slither off and sit up slowly as Meg also rises. I have a grin so big I think my face might just split. I reach out and pull her in for a deep, long kiss. "Did I... pee a bit into your mouth?" she asks. "Yes, a bit." "And you..." "Swallowed it, yes! It was fucking amazing, when you did it. I really liked it. And you peeing on me; I'd been thinking what it would feel like since..." "Since you lay in the garden pissing and frigging yourself in the rain three nights ago?" "What? It was you! You were there watching me! I thought I heard you and saw a naked woman by the gate. It was you!" "You're not cross I spied on you?" "No, well, maybe that you didn't come and join me," I smile. "So, did you make the scream that woke me up?" "No: that woke me up too, which is why I went to look outside. I just had panties on but then I heard a door open so I came to see what was going on and then I saw you. Shit, it was so hot what you were doing! I thought about showing myself but then I was afraid you'd freak out." "What about in the woods on Friday night and the night before last?" Was that you too?" "What? No! You mean you saw another naked woman in the woods?" "One woman the first night and two the other night. Actually I heard two but only saw one. I think the one I saw had a tattoo about here," I touch her chest above her breast but just below her clavicle. "I thought it might be some astrological symbol but... I was hiding behind a bush so I couldn't see very well." "So you were in the woods?" I nod. "Naked?" I nod again, grinning sheepishly. "Sam, you closet naturist you!" Can we do that together: walk naked in the woods?" "I'd love to my sexy darling, but I do wonder who those other women were. Come on, you need to get to work and therefore you need a shower or Bethany will be asking lots of inappropriate questions!" "Fine, but you're coming with me. It's bad enough I've got to spend the day away from you, I'm not going to be apart from you at home too!" After the shower Meg dresses in panties and a tee shirt but, when she asks me not to dress I oblige her; besides, I'm finding I like being nude. However, when she comes into the kitchen to find me naked by the stove making us both some porridge, I think she regrets her request. "Sam, seeing you there is so sexy; these panties are already damp and I've only had them on five minutes!" I look over my shoulder and smile at her. "Be glad this porridge is burning hot otherwise I'd be lying on the table and you'd be eating it off me!" "Sam, do you have any idea what that image is doing to me? And you complained about my flirting!" she laughs as we sit down and eat together. "Now, please behave," she is suddenly more serious, "I really meant it when I said I'd miss you today. I'm afraid that at any moment I'm going to wake up and it will all have been a dream." "It's not a dream, my darling, and I'll make sure you don't doubt it." I pick up her phone and select the camera before pointing it at my left boob and clicking a photo. "There," I show her; my boob fills the screen, the hard nipple just off centre. "Not bad for my first tit-selfie. If you start to wonder, just look at that! Oh yes, one more thing..." I tap on the phone for a minute then hand it back. "I've added my number in so you can call me." Meg checks the phone a little suspiciously seeing the smile on my face. "Hey, you linked that photo to your phone number. You do realize that your boob will flash me every time you call me, don't you?" "Probably just as well I didn't snap my pussy then!" I tell her. Meg shakes her head. "And you called me the Queen of Flirtation that first day!" She sighs, "Well, I'd better get going." "Will you walk me back home first?" I ask, pulling on my still slightly damp dressing gown. "Of course, my love," she replies and we leave her house. I wait on the path as she locks up then we walk arm in arm down the lane to my cottage. We both enter and in the hall we stand and kiss until, finally, she says, "I've got to go Sam or I'll be late." As she heads down the path I shed the clammy dressing gown and stand boldly naked in the doorway. There is no one to see me but I wouldn't have cared if there was. "Hurry home, darling," I call, "I'll be waiting for you." She turns at my call and her eyes go wide. "Like that?" "Just like this: I don't think I shall wear anything all day today." Meg squeezes her legs together. "Oh fuck, stop making me so wet!" and with that she turns and walks away waving to me as I wave back. I spend the day naked, as I told Meg I would. Doing housework naked is much more fun than clothed, though I put an apron on when ironing: steam on bare flesh isn't at all appealing. I receive a call at about ten o'clock but my excitement is dashed at it turns out to be the phone company telling me that they'll be coming tomorrow afternoon to install the Internet link. However, half an hour later Meg phones me at what I guess is morning break time and we sound like a couple of besotted teenagers. Still, I now have her number on my phone and call her at lunchtime. "I was just thinking of you," she says when she answers, "and your boob appeared! Thanks for the picture; I have looked at it a couple of times." "What would you like to eat tonight, Meg?" I laugh, "Don't I sound like the little woman at home?" Her voice is a barely audible whisper, "Well, duh! You of course; your hot, wet pussy on a plate!" Her voice now rises a little, "However, sweet as your offer is Sam, you don't need to cook: it's Dave's birthday barbecue tonight, remember?" "Ah yes, I'm your 'not-girlfriend-girlfriend' I recall, or at least, I was." "Hmm, and what are you now?" "Oh, I'm your 'hug-you-kiss-you-eat-out-each-other's-pussies-girlfriend' without a doubt," I tell her. "And that's what you're going to tell Karen is it?" she giggles. "Okay, maybe I'll settle for 'actual-girlfriend-girlfriend' but you'll know what I mean," I pause, "Damn, there goes being naked all day!" "You dropped that in deliberately didn't you, you tease? I'll bet you're dressed already." "I'm not saying this just to tease, but no, I'm not. I'm enjoying it too; I could get into this naturist lifestyle." "Sam, you'd better stop talking right now or I'm not going to be able to cope with the next three hours until I get home. Thank goodness the barbecue isn't until five and we can have some time together beforehand!" Meg lowers her voice, "I'd better go - I'm getting funny looks from Lisa, the Year 4 teacher. Love you, darling." "Love you too. Hurry home, I'll be waiting!" "You tease! Bye for now," and the call is ended.   CHAPTER 12 - The Case of the Not-Girlfriend-Girlfriend It's nearly four o'clock and I'm beginning to wonder what's keeping Meg when there's a knock on door. As I promised I'm still in my birthday suit so I check to see who's there and I recognise Meg's silhouette through the glass just as she calls out, "Honey, I'm home!" and I pull the door open excitedly. Something warm and very damp hits my left boob; I instinctively grab it and I am assailed by the now familiar smell of Meg's pussy on heat and look to find I'm holding her panties - her very, very damp panties. "Look what you did to my knickers!" she complains, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse as she advances through the door. "The state you got me into... and we were on, like, either side of the fucking village! That bloody phone call with, 'Oh by the way I'm here all naked, cute boobs out... sexy bum bare and wiggling round the house...'" her voice growls thickly with her lust, her breath short, "'...delicious moist cunt nude and waiting to be licked...' Sam, if we're not in bed in the next fifteen seconds I'm going to fuck you where you stand!" Her blouse flaps open as she kicks the door shut behind her and I have never seen her so aroused. Coyly I rub the damp fabric over my face and boobs, anointing myself with her female scent as I demurely ask, "What, even in the garden?" "Oh fuck, don't tempt me! Yes, even there!" She grabs my shoulder and turns me to the stairs as she plants a firm slap on my bum. "Go on, wench, up to bed: the worker is home and horny!" she says sternly, though the grin on her face betrays her. I turn and throw my arms around her and kiss her hard, my hands fumbling with her bra strap under her blouse, before taking her hand and pulling her up the stairs. She sheds clothes on the way: blouse then bra on the stairs, skirt on the landing, so we tumble into bed together naked. In bed we writhe against each other, kissing and touching, trying to bring as much flesh into contact as possible. We are both desperate for this; I have been naked all day thinking of her, she has been thinking of me naked all day. There is no finesse, no gentle foreplay; there is no point worrying about kindling a fire when the inferno is raging. Meg pushes me down on the bed and straddles my left thigh as she lifts my right leg over her shoulder. I wonder what she is going to do as, just then, she shuffles forward and I understand what's coming a moment before our pussies mash together making us both moan and sigh with excitement. We move trying to find a position that mutually stimulates us, our dripping, swollen labia sliding wetly and thrillingly against each other's. Meg has one knee by my left hip and the other under my right buttock and this is nearly perfect and we grind together. "Fuck this feels incredible," I gasp as our nether lips penetrate each other. I raise myself up on my elbows to look at the conjoining of our bodies and this movement presses my clit against hers. We now become frantic, pressing and squirming in unison, our intimate flesh and fluids seeming to meld; my clit is again caressed by hers and the first shiver of my imminent orgasm trembles through me. Meg is gasping and mewling and I sense that she too is on the edge. She throws back her head, eyes tight shut and mouth open in a soundless scream, gripping my leg that rests on her shoulder. Her orgasm crashes through her and I feel the hot wetness of it on my pussy. The sensation is intense as, at last, my own climax bursts like a nova, delicious thrills spearing through me and taking away thought in a torrent of pure pleasure. I open my eyes and I'm looking up at the ceiling where I have slumped back. Our legs are a tangle and I can feel that my vulva, thighs, abdomen and bum are slick with our mingled love juices. "Shit, I needed that so much!" Meg sighs. I look to one side and can see her looking at me, love and contentment in her gaze. "I wasn't kidding about the effect you had on me, thinking of you here all beautiful and naked." "Being here naked and thinking of you got me going too," I tell her. "Still, you're probably glad I didn't phone and tell you I'd been naked in the garden hanging the washing out." "No kidding? Sam, you little exhibitionist! Katie next door could have seen you." "That's why I waited till I saw her going out. I'm not a complete exhibitionist, my darling." I reassure her, "though..." "What? Sam, your nipples are all hard again; what are you thinking?" "Well, I'd love to be naked with you outside... in the woods one day. That would be so hot." "Oh god, that would be," she sighs. "However, what I want to do now is clean you up..." she disentangles her legs and climbs between my legs, "...with my tongue. Then, for causing all this sexy, sloppy messiness, I think you should do the same to me!" I lay flat on my back and open my legs wide. "Oh I will, with the very greatest of pleasure," I assure her. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Just under two hours later, thoroughly licked and showered clean, we arrive at Karen's and Dave's house bearing both wine and, at my insistence, a large bottle of tonic water in a small rucksack of Meg's that, somehow, I've ended up carrying. We ring the doorbell and Karen answers and her eyes immediately focus on our joined hands. I can imagine exactly the conclusions she's drawing from that no longer innocent contact. Karen looks at the two of us. "So, this is Meg with her 'not-my-girlfriend' is it? I just ask to be sure." A wry smile curves one side of her lips. We look at each other and then Meg reaches behind my head and pulls me in for a deep kiss, breaking apart when Karen gives a slight cough. "Things have, er, sort of moved on Karen," says Meg grinning like the Cheshire Cat, though without the vanishing. Karen smiles at us both. "I'd like to say it's a surprise but... no. I thought at the dance it was only a matter of time, despite your claims to be Ms Straight, Sam." "Was it that obvious?" asks Meg. "Meg, every time you looked at Sam you weren't merely trying to undress her with your eyes but have full carnal knowledge of her!" I can't help laughing at Karen's words and at the sheepish look on Meg's face. "And you can stop giggling too, with your 'we only met this afternoon so there hasn't been time yet' for Meg to get into my panties! " I open my mouth, shocked and Karen immediately repents, "My apologies, that was rude of me, but, you know, we all wondered what you meant by there not having been time. It did sort of make it sound like you were planning to, you know, make a move on Meg... and now here you both are." "Karen, I genuinely do not know why I said that; I was a little drunk at that point if that's any defence. I really, really hadn't ever even thought of sleeping with a woman until I met Meg. She... got inside my head and I couldn't stop thinking about, well, being with her. Got inside my heart too," I add, smiling at Meg. Karen smiles, "Okay. Anyway, you both look very happy together so I guess it's congratulations. Come on through." She ushers us in through the door and Meg leads the way. As I pass Karen I take the bottles from the rucksack and hand them to her, whispering, "Karen, I do remember what you said. My promise still holds: I'm not going to hurt Meg." She smiles and nods. ""Thank you and... I'm really sorry about the panties comment." Something about the way she looks now, the little glance at Meg, makes me wonder if, just possibly, Meg has something of the same effect on Karen as she has on me and, maybe, Karen is a little jealous. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 03 "Don't worry about it, you're forgiven. I think we both got off lightly: I was expecting some very smutty remark from Meg when you said it." She smiles and gives a little, slightly false sounding laugh, "True; being in love must be putting her off her game. Come on, let's join the others." She leads us through to patio doors into the garden where we can see Dave manning the barbecue. There are quite a few people there, including several of Meg's friends that I met on the night of the dance; all are chatting and drinking. Just before we enter the garden I pause and touch Meg's hand and she looks at me. "Shall we walk out holding hands?" I ask. "You'll be coming out to lots of people as my gay girlfriend if we do; are you okay with that?" I bite my lip. I feel ashamed that this should be in any way a problem but I take a deep breath and nod. "Today's adventure: come out as a lesbian to my new neighbours. Yes, that seems right. Let's just do it, okay?" With that our hands join and we step out into the early evening sunshine. Meg is immediately spotted and someone calls her name. Eyes turn towards us and there's a noticeable dip in the conversation: I guess it's not every day you see two women walking hand in hand. I do overhear a couple of comments: 'Meg's girlfriend' is one and, from a different voice, 'but they're both women'. The first comment I assume is one of Meg's close friends labelling me as her girlfriend, while the second suggests that not everyone here knows she's gay. Shit! She didn't say anything a moment ago but she's coming out to the whole village too... to people she's known for years... for me. I feel a tightness in my throat and my eyes fill with tears. I steer her towards the table covered in bottles: there is no one there so I can talk to her privately for a moment. I think I might need a drink too, quite a large one. "Meg," I whisper with a slight catch in my voice as we stand with our backs to the other guests, "why didn't you say that by holding my hand you'd be coming out to the village too? You didn't have to; we could have kept it quiet and just let your friends know." "I know but... I don't want to hide any more, Sam... I'm so happy and so proud that we're together..." "But what if it doesn't last? What if we can't make it work? What if..." A tear runs down my cheek as Meg softly but firmly interrupts me. "Sam Cummings, I love you. Do you love me?" "Yes, of course I do! But that's not the point! I'm afraid that if we can't make this work you'll have come out for nothing! Everyone will still know you're lesbian even if we split up tomorrow..." "Sam, you and our relationship are worth the risk. I'm nervous about it too, but I want to share this new adventure with you." I look at her and smile. "Thank you, that was the right thing to say; we're in this together. Sorry for having a bit of a wobble." She brushes the moisture from my cheek and I slip my arm around her waist and hug her tightly to me. She laughs, "Well, that should make things clearer to anyone who missed the hand-holding, while this," she kisses me firmly on the lips, "should leave no doubts." "Bridges burned, eh? I love you Meg Dike. So: white wine? Large?" "Yes please and very." I pour the drinks, the same for each of us, and we turn and head off to meet the other guests, Meg's arm linked though mine. It is an interesting evening dominated, at first, by questions about us. Meg's close friends are keen to know about me, sharing Karen's intrigue given my professed heterosexuality at the village dance. I repeat what I said to Karen: that Meg got into my head and my heart. Other guests vary: some are surprised by Meg but happy and congratulatory of our relationship; some seem wary, suspecting that I have tempted Meg into lesbianism; some are intrigued that they never suspected Meg of being gay. This last group includes two of our neighbours, who are, to my surprise, also at the barbecue - Katie and Bex. "Why didn't you tell us you were gay, Meg?" asks Bex in a slightly pouty, teenager way, obviously feeling she's been kept out of a secret. "We'll, all these years and I never suspected," Katie says to Meg, "though there was something about you two when you were going out running the other morning." "We hadn't... I mean, I was still unsure at that point, Katie," I tell her, "I never expected to have the feelings I do towards another woman so it was... difficult." "Difficult enough for you to be running out in the torrential rain that evening in your dressing gown?" she asks insightfully, a wry little smile on her face. She sees my shock. "Get used to it, it's a village: not much gets missed." "Um, well yes. I really needed to talk things out with Meg." "And is that when you fell in love?" asks Bex, eyes alight with excitement. "I think we were already in love," I see Meg nod in agreement; "I just needed to get past the fact that it was a woman I'd fallen in love with." "Ooh, how romantic!" coos Bex, "Running through the rain to tell Meg she was your true love!" "It wasn't quite like that, Bex," says Meg, "It took a lot of courage and honesty from Sam to admit what she felt and a lot of talking it through. It was worth it though." I add my agreement to this. "Well, you two will certainly be the talk of the village for a while," observes Katie, "so good luck with that." "Oh, you must tell Claire and Lillian: they'll want to know that you two are a couple," enthuses Bex. I cannot help laughing, "You could always tell Bethany; Claire and Lillian would know as soon as she arrived home!" Meg raises an eyebrow. "Tell Bethany: really? Tell Bethany and then have her bouncing around the school singing 'Miss Dike's got a girlfriend'?" "It would only be because she was excited for you," I suggest, "and I'm sure she'd love to be the one to tell her mums." Meg punches my arm and Bex and Katie laugh. "Not going to happen: I'll talk to Claire after school when I see her." "Oh, and you also ought to tell M..." Bex begins but is interrupted by Katie. "Bex!" she says sharply, and then continues more calmly as she places her hand on Bex's, "I'm sure there are many people who will want to know and that Meg and Sam will tell them as and when they want to." "Um, yeah, sorry guys," Bex apologises, "I got a bit over-excited; I'm so happy for the two of you." "Thanks, Bex," replies Meg, "that's sweet of you." Just then Dave announces that there's more food ready. "I guess we ought to tell the Birthday Boy since Karen already knows, and I'm hungry too," she drops her voice, making it low and sexy "what I ate earlier was very tasty but not very filling!" Bex's spluttering giggle at overhearing this makes my face red to the ears, but I'm not deterred from replying. "Mmm, I know exactly what you mean, my love: all taste and no calories!" "You two need to get a room," comments Katie dryly, her cheeks just a little pinker that they were a moment ago. "Sounds like they already did!" giggles Bex. "Oh, sorry, Katie," I say, "I've had Meg making rude and flirtatious comments like that since the first afternoon she knocked on my door." I look at Meg and feel an immense affection and fondness well up inside me, "I never stood a chance really did I, darling?" "That was the plan!" she smiles. "Sorry, Katie, I should be more discreet." "Oh, get on with you! It's not as if I don't know the sort of things you two would be doing." Really? I think to myself, wondering how this tallies with the asexuality Meg ascribes to her. Surely her and Bex aren't..? The way Katie spoke to Bex and touched her hand: was that more than just Katie keeping her teenage neighbour from saying something inappropriate? Hmm... "Anyway, you make a very nice couple," Katie concludes. We say our goodbyes as we head over to the barbecue where we end up in the queue behind a chap that I'm sure I spoke to at the village dance but cannot remember his name. Meg rescues my memory when she says, "Hi, George. How are you?" "Oh, I'm okay," he replies but there is a distinctly lecherous look in his eye when he continues, "so you two are, um, together now, you know..." Shit! I remember him now and what he said... and Meg's reply that we were not 'you knowing'. It looks like his imagination is picturing the two of us getting up to all kinds of 'you knowing' and the thought of that makes me queasy. "Yes, George, we are. We get on really well and love spending time together, just chatting or going for runs or sitting doing the cryptic crossword. It's nice to have a close friend, don't you think, that you can just relax and spend time with, maybe watch a film or go for a meal. Oh look, George, your turn for food." He turns away so Dave can serve him and I whisper to Meg, "Well done; I didn't like the way he was looking at us and what he was imagining. The cryptic crossword comment was particularly inspired!" "I can't have the dirty bugger lusting after my girlfriend, can I? That's my job!" I snort as I try to suppress a giggle and George gives me a wary look. "See you round, George," Meg says brightly as he moves off with his burger. "Hi Dave and a happy birthday," and she kisses his cheek. "Happy birthday, Dave, and thanks for inviting us both," I add, kissing him in the same way. "Glad to see that I still get a kiss even now you're now a couple. Karen has been wondering whether you two getting together might be on the cards... and you walk in hand in hand and then hug and kiss; what a way to come out, Meg! Er, you too, Sam." "Oh, shit! I didn't mean to hijack your party, Dave or upstage you..." replies Meg guiltily. "Don't worry about it. People aren't going to forget this party in a hurry," he smiles. "Now, what can I get you?" We head off to find a table carrying plates laden with large burgers, corn on the cob, salad and barbecued chicken and vegetable kebabs. "We'll work it off later," Meg assures me. The sun starts to fall behind the trees and lights come on around the garden as we eat and chat and drink. The sun sets and the air becomes cooler but it is still warm enough to sit out as I find myself feeling accepted into the group and, while this is mainly as 'Meg's girlfriend', there is enough interest in me to reassure me that this is not all I will ever be seen as. The only one who seems a little cold towards me is Karen. By ten thirty the party is winding up as there is work tomorrow. Meg is in an odd mood, by turns seemingly excited to leave and then wanting to hold back until others have left. This does mean that we get to speak to Dave and Karen alone, two couples each cuddled up. "Thanks for a lovely evening," I tell them, "I hope our... entrance didn't upset anyone." "Oh, there'll be one or two who'll disapprove, I'm sure," replies Dave. "Probably those who are unsure of their own sexuality; the biggest homophobe at school is now in a civil partnership with another guy, I heard a few weeks ago." "Being unsure of your sexuality is no excuse for being intolerant!" protests Karen. She looks away but I notice her bite at her lip and I wonder again about her feelings for Meg. I tell myself to stop it: I'm seeing gay women everywhere - Karen, Bex and Katie earlier. Perhaps I'm not so at ease with being lesbian as I thought and so I want to believe that lots of other women share gay feelings. Meg squeezes my hand. "We ought to go, love. I have to work tomorrow and so do these two." "I just need to use the toilet," I murmur to Meg as we stand. "At home, darling," she whispers back with a subtle wink. I feel my arousal kick in at the thought of some more kinky play with her. I squeeze her hand back to let her know I agree. We rise and Karen leads us to the front door. A sudden idea strikes me, "Karen, You work part time don't you? Well, why not pop over one afternoon and we can have a coffee and a chat together. I'm sure you have some stories of Meg you could share!" She nods noncommittally, "Oh, please do," I plead, "just give me a call whenever." "Thank you; I'll see how things are," is as much as she'll concede. Oh well, at least I tried.   CHAPTER 13 - A Walk in the Woods As Karen closes her front door behind us we head down the front garden path. At the pavement, however, Meg surprises me by turning the opposite way from the way we came. "Where are we going?" I ask. "On a little adventure; just think of it as tomorrow's adventure a bit early." Her voice is tight with excitement. "I'm beginning to think that night time adventures are sort of bonus adventures; having something new happen at night doesn't ever seem to have replaced the adventure the next day!" Meg gives a little chuckle. "Even better! So are you up for a bonus adventure?" "With you, my sexy girlfriend? Always." She leads us along one road and turns left. And then, a little way further, turns right onto a footpath. We pass the back of a house and now there are just hedges and trees lining the path with fields beyond. It is very quiet and too dark to see much clearly. I nearly jump out of my skin when there is a loud 'Mmeurghhh' noise just the other side of the hedge before I realize that it is a cow, disturbed by our footsteps. "Perhaps we should have brought a torch," I suggest as we walk on as the footpath curves left, the hedges either side giving way to bushes and undergrowth and more trees. Abruptly, she stops and wraps me in a hug, "Close your eyes and kiss me, sexy!" she demands. I oblige and our lips meet; the kiss is long and lovely and arousing as ever. Eventually we part and when I open my eyes everything seems brighter. I realize why she wanted me to close my eyes. "Better?" she asks. "Yes, kissing obviously helps night vision!" I laugh. "It certainly makes standing with your eyes closed more fun. So, ready?" "Um, where are we and what for?" "Well, we're on the edge of Ladywood here and we are going for a walk in the woods... naked," as her voice shakes with excitement at that last word. I feel my whole body tingle at the thought. "But what about our clothes..." my voice trails off as she holds up the now empty little rucksack, "So that's why you wanted to bring that. You sneaky, sexy girl: you planned this didn't you?" "Sam, darling, you have no idea how much the idea of being naked with you has been turning me on all evening, all fucking day, in fact. Come on, strip: I want to see your naked arse in under a minute!" She is already pulling her light summer dress up over her head and I hurry to comply. Within the requisite minute my arse is bare, as is hers, and our clothes have been hastily stuffed into the now bulging rucksack. Our sandals, however, won't fit and we opt to wear them. "Probably a good idea to protect our feet in the dark," comments Meg as, inevitably, we grab each other and begin kissing, cuddling and groping, our hot bodies mashing together. Her pussy presses into my thigh and she is so wet I can feel droplets of her nectar trickling down my leg. I suspect my pussy is little better. We start our walk, arms around each other's waists, with Meg guiding the way, confident of the route. It feels... amazing: the two of us here; so wanton and free and unbelievably arousing. I feel Meg's hand drop as she begins caressing the top of my bum cheek with her short nails. "Oh, God Meg, you're going to make me cum as I walk doing that!" I tell her as we enter a clearing in the trees, the gibbous moon bathing the area in ghostly radiance. "Sounds fun," she replies, "but I was wondering about you needing to pee... whether you could really hang on until we get home," she asks mischievously. I chuckle, "Mmm well, it is getting a bit uncomfortable..." We stop and Meg removes the rucksack from her shoulder, placing it on the ground off to the side and she stands in front of me. She kisses me as our fingers and thumbs toy with the other's boobs and nipples. She sinks down to kneel before me on the rough grass and I feel her breath on my vulva just before her tongue swirls softly across it, making me sigh. Her tongue ploughs my slit from end to end, and she gasps, "Fuck, you taste so good!" and more licks follow. "Pee for me Sam, pee on my tits. Cover your horny, kinky slut of a girlfriend in your hot piss." Her words and the thought of what she wants almost make me cum right there. I look down to see her on her haunches between my legs, looking up eagerly. "As long as I can suck your tits afterwards," I say and she nods enthusiastically. I relax and release my stream of piss. The stream, glimmering white in the moonlight, becomes a cloud of glittering diamonds as it splashes against her skin. "Oh, so warm and wonderful!" she gasps excitedly as her hands caress her boobs and stomach, laving herself in my pee. She leans closer and kisses my pubis, just above my still streaming pussy, then dips lower. There is a change in the sound; the pee is no longer playing against a surface but becomes a hollow sound. It takes a moment before I realise that I am peeing into her open mouth, though I cannot see this as her face is in shadow. She gives an appreciative sigh just as the flow of my pee quickly ebbs and stops. Meg is immediately on her feet, her arms thrown around my neck as she pulls me in for a kiss; as my lips open against hers my mouth is flooded with my own piss! It has a very mild taste, a little sour and only a hint of salt but just knowing what I'm doing makes my knees tremble with excitement. I swallow and so does Meg but we continue to kiss deeply. "That was so good!" exclaims Meg. She looks at me then asks a little hesitantly, "Are you all done or do you need to..." I know what she's trying to ask and guess that she is nervous after what happened in the ladies at the tea room. "Meg, darling, I um, need to poop too." I see excited lust in her eyes, "I can hold until we get home, if you want." "No, Sam, I want to see you go now, here, naked in the woods..." there is a breathless excitement in her voice, an excitement my pussy shares as I can feel it oozing. "If... if you're okay with that?" "Me and my drippy cunt are very happy with whatever you want my beautiful, kinky lover," I assure her. I turn to put the moon behind me. "There, come round; I'm all lit up for you." I bend forward, knees slightly flexed so I'm in a slight squat. Meg moved round and as I look back between my legs I see her kneel on the scrubby grass. Her hands reach up to caress my bum before spreading me wide. The feeling of being so completely exposed to another person, to this woman, my lesbian lover, is just right and when I feel her lips plant a soft kiss on my pucker an electric thrill courses through me. "Ready?" I ask, trembling with anticipation. "Oh yes! God I'm so excited!" Her thumbs rub in little circles on my cheeks as I bear down. There is a slight hiss then, as I feel my anal bud open and bloom, a sticky crackling sound. I relax and feel myself open wider and I can feel my shit sliding out, a delightful soft rubbing of my ring. There is a tingle in my tummy and pussy and realize how much this is exciting me. I wonder if just doing this could make me cum? The turd is firm but not hard as it glides slowly and smoothly out of my body. I hear Meg inhale and catch the smell too; part of me knows that I should be disgusted by the aroma but here and now it is perversely erotic and arousing. As I stop pushing my anal ring instinctively contracts, pinching off the turd that falls with a soft sound into the grass. "There's more, my love," I tell her softly; she doesn't reply but squeezes my bum cheeks gently. I push again and another length of shit slithers out and my arousal builds and builds. This length drops to, breaking off under its own weight and landing on the first with a quiet slap. A final push and I am empty. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 03 I move to straighten up but Meg holds me "No!" she begs. Looking down between my legs I see her lean forward and feel her breath between my cheeks, its warmth on my now slimy bud. "You're all dirty, my darling," she whispers breathlessly. "Let me..." "Meg!" I gasp as her lips press once more against my bum hole, "You shouldn't..." Part of me recoils at what she is doing, another finds it amazingly erotic. Her lips withdraw momentarily, "Sam, I want this." "Oh fuck!" Her tongue laps and swirls over the crinkled, dirty dimple of my anus, my shit hole. Incredibly, I hear her moan in pleasure and her tongue is sending shivers of pleasure from my ring straight into the core of my sex. I feel my self-control start to fail as I become a creature of pure lusts and appetites. Her licking pauses and I spin round, dropping to my knees. There is a look of pure wanton abandonment on her face that perfectly echoes my own lust and I grab her and kiss her hard. My tongue lashes around her mouth and I can taste it: the sour, bitter taste of my own shit on her lips and tongue. It is disgusting and yet unbelievably arousing as I feel myself on the edge of my orgasm. We break the kiss, panting. Meg lifts he hand and I can see the fingertips are dark, the smell unmistakeable: she has reached down into the hot, soft scat in the grass between her knees. She leans back and rubs her boob, coating the nipple and aureole in my shit before putting her fingers into her mouth and sucking. I feel her tremble and realize that like me she is ready to cum. I lick my lips in anticipation before taking her shit-smeared nipple into my mouth. The taste is intense as I suck at the nipple, much more than I had from her mouth. Even on this second taste the instinctive revulsion is diminished, replaced by the thrill of what I'm tasting. I have never climaxed without being rubbed or penetrated... until now: after a day of arousal from being naked, being naked now in the woods, my trembling lover in my arms, her shit and pee covered nipple in my mouth, Meg's cries as she climaxes; all combine into a wonderful, muscle shivering orgasm that leaves my legs tingling. I release Meg's nipple and see it has been suckled clean and it glimmers wetly in the moonlight. Meg is panting and I bend and cover her other nipple with my mouth as my tongue caresses it, savouring its pee salty taste. She pushes me gently off and I topple back and she climbs on top of me. "Sam, I... you won't think I'm sick for doing that?" I shake my head. "Not even if I say that was the hottest, kinkiest thing I've ever done?" "Meg, you won't think I'm sick if a say that there is no way that we are not doing that again!" she looks at me a little confused for a moment, and then smiles. "You mean you really liked it?" "Fucking hell Meg: I came because I was sucking my shit off your tit! I couldn't believe it when you licked my dirty bum hole but I just had to kiss you afterwards. Can I clean your bum next time?" "What about now? I need to pee and I think I could poop, a bit." I can feel my arousal at her words. "Pee on me Meg, and then poop, please," I plead. She slides off me and we experiment on her position until she settles on placing her feet either side of my head and squatting. I cannot resist pulling her forward a little and raising my head to lick her sopping juicy cunt before she starts peeing. "Mmmm, so good to taste," I tell he as I let her go and she settles back. "Here it comes," she says and hot liquid jets into my upper chest, spraying back over my boobs. Just as Meg did I use my hands to spread her pee over my body and sex. I reach and cup her arse as I raise my head, my tongue stretching out; suddenly it is in her stream, hot piss washing over it. She understands what I want and moves slightly, changing the angle of her flow. When it touches my chin I open my mouth wide and dip my head; my mouth fills with her golden fluid, overflowing to run over my cheeks and neck. My head is full of her smells and taste. Meg stops peeing and she tells me, "Don't swallow it all, darling, I want to share it." She sits back on my lap, allowing me to sit up and kiss her, sharing as she desires. She squirms, grinding her bum cheek exquisitely into my pussy as we savour and swallow her pee. She returns to her squatting position and I can feel my heart beating hard and fast in anticipation. "Sam, are you sure?" "I am if you are, Meg my love," I manage to reply. I can see Meg strain and can just make out her anal ring as it starts to bulge. I reach out and caress it, feeling the rounded, bumpy swelling with the crater opening in its centre into which my fingertip softly noses, making her gasp, "Oh Sam." She gives a soft grunt and soft, sticky scat oozed from her, around and over my finger. The turd lands, hot and dark in the cleavage between my boobs; a short, misshapen sausage lying on my pale skin. "That's all, my love," she tells me. "Let me clean you," my voice is strained by the excitement and nervousness I feel. I want this, my pussy almost aching with desire. Meg drops forward onto her knees before settling back. Her bum is over my face and I can smell the shit, a dark, musky smell that I recall from when I wiped her. This time, however, there is no toilet paper. I pull her down lower and I move slightly and open my mouth. I am going to do this. My lips surround her anus and the ragged blob of shit that I hadn't realized still clung to it lands on my tongue. The taste is indescribably complex: sour and with that bitter tang of dark beer and very dark chocolate, there's almost a savoury meatiness to it and hints of sweet. I let it coat my tongue, savouring it before I swallow. Then my tongue goes to work lapping her soft anal folds and ridges, even probing the pucker, while my nose nuzzles into the base of her slit. I raise my hand, offering her the shitty finger and feel her wrap her lips around it and suck softly. Meg climbs off me and turns around to kneel behind my head, looking down at me. "That looks so dirty," she murmurs. I scoop a piece up and begin massaging it over one boob then the other. She reaches down and does the same, using the last of the shit, before we lick our fingers clean. She leans forward over me, supporting herself on her hands and knees. Her scat-topped tits hang down and our filthy nipples brush. I reach up and take one of her gorgeous tits and pull it to my mouth even as she bends to begin sucking and licking one of mine. I feel her hand glide down over my tummy and I cannot help moaning as her fingers penetrate me, curling deep inside. My hand reaches up under Meg and my fingers seek her hot, soft wetness, two fingers parting her labia and slipping inside her. Her sigh is a buzzing in my boob as she continues to lap and suck it clean. Another orgasm is building as I switch to her other tit; the taste is driving me crazy. My thumb begins to rub Megs hard little nubbin and I feel tremors in her pussy as her orgasm approaches. I'd love for us to cum together but her fingers playing my g-spot are too much and my body convulses, my face grinding into the soft warm flesh of her boob and I feel a warm sticky flow from my pussy. I feel Meg grind against my hand and hear her give a strangled cry as her vaginal muscles clamp my still buried fingers. We lie utterly spent, Meg slumped across my chest. She is wonderfully warm and soft and the smells of our passions - cum, piss and shit - surround us. However, I need to breathe and have to turn my head to get more air. I open my eyes and there, unmistakeably in the shadows of the trees is a naked woman. Neither her head, shrouded amid the branches and leaves, nor her feet, buried in the undergrowth, can be seen but her full boobs, stomach, hips and legs are visible in the dappled moonlight. As I watch her hand moves from between her legs towards her hidden head and I hear a single word uttered, deep and guttural but appreciative: "Wonderful!" The spell that has kept me motionless is broken and I pull at Meg's shoulder before pointing, "Look, Meg, look there!" I whisper loudly. She raises her head slowly and turns, trying to work out where I'm pointing. I feel her shock just as the spying, naked woman gives a little wave and steps back deeper into the trees and is engulfed by the darkness and shadow. Meg scrambles off me and we both jump to our feet. "A woman, naked?" she asks, nervously. "Yes, just watching us... but I don't know for how long." I cannot help a little giggle, "She liked what she saw though: she said 'wonderful!' when I noticed her. I didn't recognise the voice and, well, all I can say is she had quite big tits." "Was it the woman you saw before?" "I don't know. It might have been but I can't be sure. She was too far away to have seen the tattoo I think. Should we get dressed?" "Fuck it, no! She didn't threaten us in any way, so if you're okay with it then I want to finish our naked walk." "More than okay," I say as I slip my arm around her and bend to kiss her boob. "Mmm you boob smells of scat: all musky and sexy. Come on, lead the way or I'm going to want to fuck you again right here." I grab the rucksack and we head through the trees. As we walk we keep looking but see no one, though every pale tree trunk makes us jump. Finally I see the roof of my cottage ahead. "Your place or mine?" I ask. "Yours, please. I like your bed. Sam, would you be terribly upset if we just cuddled and went to sleep? I'm very tired and I do have to work tomorrow." We head across my garden and I take the spare key from its hiding place to unlock the door. "No problem my beautiful, kinky lover. Come on, shoes off and up to bed." "Mmm, being naked makes this easier!" replied Meg sleepily as she kicks her sandals off. I shut the back door and lead her upstairs. She tumbles into bed and I look down at her in the dim light; she is so heart-stoppingly beautiful. I climb into bed and cuddle up to her. "I love you, Meg," I whisper as I close my eyes.   CHAPTER 14 - An Unexpected Sighting I wake with my face against the side of Meg's boob, her nipple delightfully filling my vision as I open my eyes. I can see that my licking and sucking had not cleaned the scat from her tit as thoroughly as I thought it had. My mind wandered back to us in the woods together; we had become depraved, lust fuelled, perverted sex maniacs... and I had loved every moment. I could still smell it all on our skins - sweat, cum, pee and shit - primal, earthy and raw smells that drew me and aroused me. And more than the smells, the tastes: things we are told we should not, must not taste but we had. Meg shifts in her sleep and I can see my shit caught in the slight skin crease under her boob. I cannot resist and run my tongue along the line of shit. It has thickened and stuck to her skin so I continue to lick softly and as my saliva starts to soften it, I can taste it. It is still a bitter, sour flavour but any revulsion I felt at the first taste last night has gone; what I taste now is our complete and intimate love for one another. Meg stirs in her sleep and my licking continues. "Mmmm," she sighs, "that feels lovely, Sam darling." "Just cleaning you up a little," I tell her and she opens one eye. She moves he boob and can see the faint remains of the shit that my tongue hasn't quite removed. "Jesus!" she gasps, "it wasn't a dream." I hesitate. "Is that good or bad?" I ask, a little nervously. "Well, I can't quite believe we did it but I... shit it was sooo hot; I loved it! Does the 'not never doing it again' still hold, my love?" "Well, it does for me... what about you?" "I definitely want to keep pee and, what was the word you used instead of shit?" "Scat?" "Yeah, I want to keep pee and scat as part of our lovemaking." This is said with such shy tenderness that I cannot help hugging her tight and fall a little more in love with her. She giggles, "We could save a fortune in toilet paper!" This makes me laugh, "Yes, but I'll bet we'll need more mouthwash and breath freshener. Scat is like garlic, fine if you're both eating it!" I feel Meg squirm in my arms. "We did it, didn't we" We ate each other's shit! Had you ever, you know, tasted your own before?" she asks bashfully. "No... had you?" she looks down. "Wow, you had, hadn't you?" she nods. I slip my fingers under her chin and raise her head to look at me. "Meg, I assume that was why you had me wipe you at the tea rooms and why you licked me last night?" She nods. "When you peed your panties that morning after the dance you seemed to like it so I wondered if you'd done it deliberately and were into pee and shit play... like I was - am." "I wasn't, but I am now. This is the new 'go with what feels good and accept my kinky, perverted desires' Sam here. I'm glad of what happened last night; I feel even closer to you because of it. So what sort of playing did you do?" "Peeing and pooping in my panties, rubbing it on myself, tasting pee and poo - all just on my own." "Not any more you won't be," I assure her, making her smile and we kiss tenderly. "Meg," I say after a while, "what about that woman last night?" "I know, I'd been wondering... and about the, possibly, three other women you encountered." "I'll bet it was that same woman three times and one other: I can't believe there are four women running around naked in Ladywood!" "Well, there were definitely two more last night," she points out with a grin. "True," I concede, smiling, "but that would mean there were six in all, which seems just as unlikely. I loved our adventure last night but I'd be a little wary about doing it again without finding out who these women are. I mean, we were there to shag each other's brains out but why was she there last night?" "What about the tattoo? Could that help? You said it looked like a zodiac symbol." "It certainly reminded me of one of the zodiac symbols but I don't know them well enough to be sure; I'd have to look them up. It might help but it wasn't somewhere easy to see when someone's dressed." "True, but if you look up the symbols on the Internet and you can work out which symbol it was then it might tell us the woman's birth sign. It has to be someone from the village, so it would be a start." "All a good idea except I won't have access to the Internet until tomorrow afternoon sometime," I point out. "Is there a library nearby?" Meg lifts her head and looks over to the clock. "In town there is but not in the village. Look, it's half six. Let's go and have a shower..." "Together," I interject. "Duh! Well of course together, silly, and then we can go over to mine and you can use the internet while I make us some breakfast. A plan?" "Definitely." We climb out of bed and I glance down at the sheets, streaked with scat and mud and smelling of, basically, kinky dirty sex. "Looks like I need to wash the sheets today." Meg glances over her shoulder. "You just want an excuse to hang washing out in the nude again!" she teases and I slap her bum playfully. She has a point though. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Meg's laptop used to belong to one of her colleagues so it is a little old and slow; it has barely started up by the time Meg is dishing up scrambled egg on toast. I bring the laptop over to the dining table and place it so we can both see it whilst we eat. I take a mouthful of scrambled egg. "Oh, Meg this is delicious! Is that smoked salmon in it?" "Yes. I' er, thought we might be having quite a few breakfasts together so I thought I'd get in some nice things." "Darling, it's gorgeous, thank you. But never mind 'quite a few breakfasts', I'm aiming for all of them being together," I tell her. "Unless we've fucked each other senseless all night and don't make it up for breakfast," I add. "Sam," she warns, "you're doing it again: making my panties damp with your sexy comments. Stop it! Now, get on and find those zodiac symbols." She points at the laptop and I type and click the search button. I look through the images on the screen as I eat. "No, it wasn't any of those. It was most like that one," I say, pointing to the Pisces symbol of two curved vertical lines bowed in their middles towards each other with a straight horizontal line drawn across the centre. "It had the two vertical curved lines but instead of the horizontal line there was a sort of blob between the curves." "What sort of blob? Just a dot?" "No, it wasn't circular it was more... blobby! I can't say more than that. Damn." "Oh well, at least I have a better idea of what it looked like." We sit and eat together, or arms touching just to enjoy the feeling of closeness. "What do you want to do this evening?" I ask. "Would it be really boring to say I'd love an evening in with my girlfriend? Maybe just cuddled up in front of the telly?" "Oh, Meg," I smile, "that sounds lovely. It's all been a bit full-on hasn't it? Do you realise that it will be just a week tomorrow since we first met?" Meg looks at me in disbelief, but I nod at her, "It's true; doesn't feel like just a week though, does it?" "I can't believe it but you're right. Amazing." "Let me cook tonight - anything you fancy?" "Surprise me darling! Will you be going nude again today?" "I might do, but I'll probably need to go shopping, so I'll do that first as I'm dressed now. Oh, damn, there's the Internet person coming this afternoon too so looks like I'll be dressed all day. Um. Meg..." I hesitate. "What is it Sam, my love?" "Will you bring some stuff with you when you come over this evening? Some clothes and... you know... bits?" "Are you asking me to move in?" her voice is hesitant and I cannot tell if this is good or bad. "Yes, I guess, well a bit... If you'd like to." "Sam, of course I'd love to! I just don't want you to feel we have to so soon if you're unsure." I cannot help laughing. "And here's me nervous about asking you for the same reason. I could bring some stuff to your house if you'd rather that." "I tell you what: why don't we each keep an overnight bag at each other's house? That way we can each sleep over at whoever's. How's that?" "A good plan," I reply happily. "If I'm going shopping, is there anything I can get for you?" "Er, just some milk, two pints of semi-skimmed, oh and a box of teabags. Thanks" "I'll buy a couple of toothbrushes too; maybe some more mouthwash as well," a big grin on my face. "Why Sam Cummings, are you suggesting that our breath might smell? What on earth gave you that idea?" I see her squirm a little on her seat and I laugh. "You too huh? Every time I think of licking your dirty bum hole or shitty tit I get all tingly inside." She grins back, "Yeah. Fuck that was so hot. I wish we could make love but I've got to go; it's so not fair!" Meg stands up and reaches for the plates. "It's the weekend tomorrow, my darling. No, I'll do those: you finish getting ready." I take the plates and wash them in the sink and leave them to drain on the side while she gets her things together. We head out of the house together and she locks up. At the garden gate we turn and hug. The quick kiss immediately turns into something much more passionate and is only interrupted by the sound of a door closing. I open my eyes and see young Bex coming down her garden path. Of course her eyes instantly zoom in on us and she gains a huge smile. I pat Meg on the bottom and say "Bex" into the kiss, which comes out as "Bepfs". "What?" "Bex is over there," I whisper and Meg turns and waves as Bex approaches. "Oh well, it's time I was going anyway," Meg mutters, regretfully, and then in a normal voice, "See you later, Sam, love. Have fun in town." We kiss briefly on the lips and she turns to go. "Bye Bex," she waves and walks away. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 03 Bex is still grinning madly. "What, never seen two women snogging before?" I ask with a raised eyebrow and she blushes red and looks down but doesn't answer. I relent, "How are you, Bex?" "I'm okay, thanks. Sorry for staring, Sam. Er, this is a bit cheeky," suddenly I'm worried what's coming next, "but I've no college this morning and I need to go into town. I was going to catch the bus but what Meg said 'bout you having fun in town..." "You'd like to cadge a lift?" "Um, yes... please, if that's okay?" "Alright, you can help me find the shops in return. If you're really helpful I might even stand you a coffee." "Thanks, Sam! What do you want to buy?" I hesitate. What I was thinking of buying was something sexy for Meg: a cute nightie perhaps or maybe bra and panties. However, I'm not sure that saying this to Bex is wise. "Oh, some clothes," I tell her as we walk to my car. "I need to go to the supermarket too." "No probs," she replies. Bex isn't bad as a guide; she certainly knows the town well. In the Ladies department I spot the lingerie section and start to browse and notice that she tags along. I flick through the rails looking at the nightwear and when Bex sees me looking at the sexier items she opens her mouth to say something. I look her in the eye and raise my finger towards her. "Don't say a word, young lady or you will be walking home!" Her mouth closes sharply with a soft pop then she nods a little sheepishly. Yup, the old teacher discipline still works! She decides to go and look elsewhere and wanders over to the tee shirts and short skirts. I continue browsing until my eyes light on a sheer babydoll nightie in a gorgeous deep red with black lace trim and a matching G-string. With her black hair and wonderful figure Meg would look so hot in that; I just have to buy it, so I locate the right size and take it. I continue looking to see if I can find something for myself. We've worn nothing every time we've been in bed together so far, but if I'm getting Meg into something sexy then there's no way I'm wearing one of my old nighties. I finally find something I like: an ultramarine blue sheer chemise with ties up each side and a matching thong. I take it and head to the changing rooms to try it on. As I pass the first changing cubicle the curtain is not quite closed and I notice Bex's shoulder bag lying on the floor. I look up and see Bex reflected in the mirror as she is trying on a black, off the shoulder tee shirt. I hesitate as I watch her adjust the neckline as she studies her reflection, experimenting with different arrangements: both shoulders exposed, over both shoulders and pulled lower at the front to reveal the tops of her breasts; I find myself appreciating how sexy she looks - so much for Meg being the only woman I'd look at sexually! She pulls it again to expose just her left shoulder and I cannot help giving a small gasp; there on her left shoulder is the tattoo: two inward curving lines and, at the narrowest point the blob that I can now see clearly is three linked spirals, a triple spiral, no, a - what's the word? Triskele, yes - two spirals above and one centred below. I don't recognise it as a symbol and just then Bex notices me looking, quickly pulling the shirt to cover the tattoo. "Sorry," I blush, "The, um, top looks very good on you, very, er, sexy." I'm stunned at seeing the tattoo but also feel like I've been caught peeping at a sexy young woman. "I didn't mean to spy on you; I just saw your bag there as I walked past and noticed you in the mirror." "Er, well okay," she replies and then she turns back to the mirror and fiddles with the neckline again, this time pulling it off her right shoulder. "Do you really think it looks good?" "Yes, it really does. Off the shoulder like that looks good: sort of cute. And low at the front looks um..." She grins, "Sexy?" "Er, well, yes, it does actually, if it's okay for me to say that." My blush hasn't diminished. "Sam, you have Meg as a girlfriend. I'm flattered if you can say I look sexy after you've seen her! I'll have to buy this now," she smiles. I nod, "I, er... I better go and try this on," and I head into the next cubicle, pulling the curtain fully across. As I begin unbuttoning my blouse I think about Bex and the tattoo and realize something: it was on the wrong shoulder!. The woman in the woods had in to her right shoulder; Bex has it on the left. I close my eyes to picture what I saw in the woods. I'm not sure, but I think the tattoo on Bex is also further away from her neck. So it wasn't Bex in the woods that night but why do they have the same tattoo? I could ask Bex about it but she seemed very keen to cover it up, so perhaps best not to say anything just yet. I have undressed down to panties and hesitate before removing them too; they would definitely spoil the effect. Standing naked in a shop, even behind a curtain, feels very sexy and risqué and I see and feel my nipples tighten. I slip on the chemise, which feels wonderful against my skin and I am very pleased with my reflection. "Take that, Meg Dike!" I mutter to myself, smiling. I jump as I hear Bex's voice outside the curtain. "So, do I get to see what you're trying on, Sam?" "It's a bit more revealing than what you're buying, Bex," I reply but inside the tingly butterflies are tempting me. I imagine her seeing me like this and there is no mistaking my arousal now. Exhibitionism is, I realise, yet another kink to add to my ever growing list of turn-ons and, before I can think further, I tug one side of the curtain open a little way. The look on Bex's face banishes any embarrassment and it's all I can do not to laugh as she stares goggle-eyed with her mouth open. "Fuck!" she whispers and I do laugh now. "So it looks good?" I ask. Bex nods and closes her mouth as she swallows several times. "Sam, you're naked underneath!" "Erm, yes. Sorry, I was trying to see, you know, the full effect. There's a matching thong but I didn't think you were supposed to try on underwear before buying." "It, er, looks amazing on you. I think Meg will think so too." With an effort she looks down. "I'll let you get changed back," she says as she backs out, only glancing at me as she pulls the curtain closed. I'm hugely flattered and pleased by her reaction, more than a little turned on by letting her see me and have yet another thing to wonder about Bex: is she, as I suspected slightly at Dave and Karen's, gay? And if she is, what about Katie? I finish dressing and, picking up the garments, head out of the cubicle. Bex is just outside but won't meet my gaze. "Let me go and pay for these and I'll treat you to that coffee I promised. Do you need to pay for that top you tried on? It did look good on you." "Um, okay yes, I do," she decides and we head to the tills where we pay and I have Meg's babydoll set gift wrapped. Fifteen minutes later we're sat in the coffee shop, me with a skinny cappuccino and Bex with a hot chocolate topped with a ridiculous quantity of whipped cream and chocolate flakes. Oh to have the metabolism of the young that can just burn all those calories off! There is a slightly awkward silence between us until I decide that I'm going to need to get her talking again. "Bex, forgive me: I didn't mean to embarrass you back there but, well, you did ask to see." "Yeah, I guess. It's just..." her voice drops so I can barely hear her, "You were so... naked! I can't believe you opened the curtain and let me see you like that!" "Bex, the honest truth here? I, um, I'm a little surprised that I did too." At last she meets my eyes. "As you probably gathered from what I said at the barbecue, I've, er, found out quite a lot about myself that I never suspected before. It's been a busy week," I chuckle. She smiles and seems to relax a little. "And you've found you don't mind people seeing you almost..." there is no one nearby but she looks around anyway and whispers, "naked?" "Well, I don't know about people seeing me, but I didn't mind you. I did feel a bit guilty about looking in on you with your new top so maybe I thought I owed you." I'm not sure if this is true, given how much letting her see me had turned me on, but it might help her accept what I did. "Well, you did warn me that it was more revealing than my top; I just didn't expect quite some much revelation!" she is laughing about it now and there is a sparkle in her eyes and pink tinge to her cheeks and, I notice from a discrete glance, her nipples are hard enough to show through her clothing. "Bex, forgive me for being a nosy old woman, but are you gay?" I ask quietly. She immediately looks down and bites her lip. "I don't mean to upset you, I just wondered..." "Yes, I am" comes the quiet reply, "But please don't tell anyone. Well, you can tell Meg but please, please don't say anything to anyone else. I shouldn't have asked to see you in the changing room." "Bex, I promise I won't mention it to anyone but Meg and I'll swear her to complete secrecy on pain of... well, something unpleasant I haven't thought of yet." That gets a slight smile. "I feel I should say something like, 'if you want to talk about it then I'm here' but given what's happened to me I'm not sure whether you'd want that." "Thanks, but I have people I can talk to. I'm just... well I'm a bit upset that you could tell that I'm a lesbian. I should hide it better than that." "Bex, you shouldn't have to hide it at all if it's part of who you are." "No, I do have to. Thanks for being concerned, Sam but I'm all right, really. I'll talk to the... to my friends later." That seems to draw a line very firmly under the matter. The rest of the morning is a little awkward; all discussions are of a strictly factual nature as we finish our drinks, shop in the supermarket and drive home, where Bex thanks me before hurrying indoors. I unpack but have to resist the temptation to get naked once more as the Internet installer is due at any time. I strip the bedding and load it into the washing machine before sitting down at the kitchen table with my phone to text Meg: A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 03 "Meg's right. Bethany has a real soft spot for Meg but I can imagine what she'd be like if she was told a piece of news like that: the whole village would soon hear it!" "Actually, the whole village probably will anyway: Meg and I were at Dave's birthday barbecue last night and we, um, walking in hand in hand and a bit after we hugged and we kissed. There were quite a few people there who hadn't known Meg was lesbian so..." "So now the village gossip mongers will be hard at work." "Yes... I just met two of them in the shop: Missus Williams and Jones?" "Oh, hell, those two bitches! What did you say to them?" "I, er, suggested that as they seemed so interested in lesbian sex perhaps they should try it together." "Oh, Sam, that's brilliant!" Claire laughs loudly. "Yeah, well Nathan helped by then asking them, 'Is there anything else you need before you get off together.' You should have seen their faces." Claire finds this even funnier. "Well," she says as her laughter subsides, "I'm glad you told me about you and Meg or I might have tried to protect her by saying the idea of her having a girlfriend was nonsense. Are you on your way up to the school to meet Meg coz I need to hurry up to collect Bethany?" Claire asks, checking her watch. "I've to take her into town for a dental check-up later." "I hadn't planned to but why not? I can surprise Meg." We walk up the road to the school chatting as we go and I answer Claire's questions about Meg and I falling in love. "Very sweet and romantic," is her opinion on it all. As we arrive the first of the children are coming out to be met by parents or, for some of the older ones, to walk or cycle home. I recognise Bethany but my attention is immediately distracted by Meg as she walks out of a side door; the rest of the world becomes grey and fuzzy with Meg pin-sharp and radiant at the centre of my vision. It's all I can do not to run towards her with my arms wide but manage to restrain myself to an extremely brisk walk and a shy stroke of her arm. Meg smiles and touches my hand. "Hello, darling," she says quietly, "this is a nice surprise." "I met Claire in the village and told her about us." "That's good, well done. Hang on a moment, "Meg waves over to Claire and Bethany, beckoning them over. "Come into the Year Four classroom so we can talk," she tells us all and we follow her into the school and turn into the first classroom on the left. Fifteen years of teaching teenagers doesn't prepare me for the sight of all the child-sized tables and chairs and I cannot help smiling. "What are you grinning at?" asks Meg as the four of us fall into a circle at the edge of the room. "It's like a school for Hobbits," I tell her and hear Bethany giggle. "They're so much smaller than furniture in Secondary schools!" Meg reaches out and takes my hand and I follow her gaze as she looks towards Claire and Bethany. "So Sam told you then?" she asks Claire. I notice Bethany is looking at us then at her Mum with a look of excited interest on her face. "Yes, she did. It was unexpected but you look very happy, both of you, so congratulations. I wonder how fast the news will spread?" replies Claire. "Mum, what for the congratulations? What news is spreading? Muuum," Bethany begs and wheedles. Claire and I both look at Meg, shamelessly dumping responsibility of what to tell Bethany onto her. Meg rolls her eyes in response. "Okay then, I'll do it," she grudgingly concedes. "Bethany, do you remember what you asked me when Sam, Ms Cummings, and I came to the village dance?" She looks bashful but replies, "Yes, I asked you if Miss... um, Miss Sam was your girlfriend. And that question was impropiate." "Well it was inappropriate," Meg hunkers down to bring her face level with Bethany's whist still holding my hand. "The thing is Ms Cummings and I have become girlfriends. Do you understand?" "Yes! Are you going to get married like Mum and Lilly Mum? Could I be a bridesmaid? Can I tell my friends?" I laugh and Claire hangs her head, part in despair and part in embarrassment, though she has a slight smile. Meg manages to stay in control. "Right, Bethany, now quieten down and listen carefully. First, Ms Cummings and I might get married in future or we might not. This is the start of our relationship and we have much to learn and get to know about each other, okay?" Bethany nods with such an earnest look that I have to bite my lip not to laugh. "Now, you know how some people can be about women being in love; remember when your Mums first fell in love? Well, remember that not everyone knows that I'm gay - you've been very good not telling people - and it's not that people can't know about Sam and me but, well, we need to speak to people first, okay?" "Okay Miss Dike, I promise I won't tell people." "Good girl," says Meg and Claire squeezes Bethany's shoulder. I look at Meg and feel a huge surge of love and attraction for this gorgeous woman. "Are you going to kiss now?" asks Bethany. "Bethany Jane Edwards!" scolds Claire. "Sorry Mum," she apologises quickly, "it's just that Miss Sam was looking at Miss Dike the way Lilly Mum looks at you before you two kiss." We are all trying to hide smiles. "Bethany, that was very observant but still inappropriate." Meg tells her and Bethany looks suitably abashed. "We'd best be going before this one says anything else," says Claire. "Well done you two. Come on Bethany." "Bye Claire. Bye Bethany; be good at the dentist's," I say as they leave. As the door closes behind them we immediately kiss, but not for long; Meg is nervous of someone seeing us and I can understand that. "So what was this news you had to tell me in person?" she asks. "Oh, I'd almost forgotten about that," and I explain what happened with Bex, though I leave out her seeing me in the changing room. I ask for a pen and paper and, sitting on a Hobbit chair at a Hobbit table, I draw out Bex's tattoo as Meg sits down next to me. "So Bex has this tattoo but on the wrong shoulder. I can't remember any symbol like that. I could look on the Internet for a, what did you call it, the spiral thingy?" "A triskele, it's called: three spirals joined in a triangle shape. I already did that after I got the Internet working this afternoon," I tell her and explain what I found. "You know, it does look a bit like a woman. See, here is the waist where the curve lines narrow and the spirals are where her pussy would be," comments Meg. "If her pussy were the width of her hips!" I laugh, "But you're right, it could be a stylized woman... yes, and that would fit with the fertility idea, even the Triple Goddess maybe, but why..." The classroom door opens with a bang and there is Bethany in the doorway, a little out of breath. "Sorry Miss, I left my book bag behind and Mum sent me back to get it." She goes over and picks up the bag from where she left it and as she walks back she glances down at the drawing on the table. "Oh, Mums' tattoos. Are you getting them too now you're together?" This comment stuns both of us but I manage to recover sufficiently to reply, "We're just thinking about the tattoo at the moment, Bethany. We don't' want to say anything until we've decided, okay?" She nods. "Go on then, I'm sure your Mum is waiting. Bye Bethany" "Bye Miss. See you tomorrow Miss Dike," and the door slams again as she leaves. "What the fuck?" breathes Meg. "Claire has one of these?" "I think Bethany meant that both Claire and Lillian have one; 'Mums' plural. She seemed to think we'd both get one so perhaps she assumes it's something lesbians do when they become a couple." "So Bex, Claire and Lillian all have one: that's more than enough women." "The woman with the tattoo couldn't have been Lillian because the woman had only one tattoo that I could see and Lillian has several - at least!" "Yeah, well Lillian is a tattoo artist at a parlour in town; all tattoo artists seem to have millions of tattoos." Meg says. "Interesting! Anyway, the woman I saw wasn't big enough to be Claire and the tattoo was on the wrong shoulder to be Bex. "The woman last night couldn't have been Lillian or Bex; their breasts are too small and she wasn't big enough to be Claire. I just... oh hell, I also wonder about Katie. There was something about the way she and Bex were together at the party and her comment about knowing what the two of us would be getting up to; I think she might be gay too and so... perhaps she also has a tattoo," I finish weakly. "I don't believe this: I've lived in this village for five years and it turns out I've gay neighbours I never knew about and women running through the woods naked at night. If it wasn't for the fact that I met you I'd be feeling really left out right now! Come on, let's go home, darling." We leave the classroom and Meg slips her arm through mine in the corridor but we've only taken a few steps when a voice behind us calls out. "Ah, Meg... and Sam too, excellent." We turn in unison and there is Erica Shaw, smiling at us. "I see the village bush telegraph appears to have at least some of its facts more or less right for a change." "Um, yes, Ms Shaw I was going to come and tell you that Sam and I are girlfriends. I know there might be comments from some parents." "Indeed; I had a phone call about you, well both of you actually, though as Mrs Jones' son left the school over ten years ago she's technically an ex-parent. Sam, did you really tell Mrs Jones and Mrs Williams that they should sleep together?" Erica has a wryly amused smile while Meg looks at me aghast. "Er, sorry Meg, I didn't get round to telling you about my encounter in the Village Store. Erica, I didn't actually tell them to sleep together," I explain defensively and tell them of what happened. "Sam, I'm amazed; you were so brave facing up to them," Meg says as her arm hugs me. "Well, I think, perhaps, you were suggesting they might sleep together. However, given what the two of them were saying, I think you responded commendably. You're a remarkable woman, Sam, and a very worthy girlfriend to Meg here. I shall have to think about how to address this to prevent too much ill-informed gossip. I will certainly deal with any prejudice or inaccuracies I encounter but please let me know if you have any ideas. Does Bethany know?" "Yes, I told her earlier after Sam met Claire in the village and told her. I have sworn her to secrecy though," replies Meg. "Probably just as well. I must say that things between you seem to have changed remarkably quickly: I understood that you had told people at the village dance that you were straight, Sam." "At the time I thought I was, though even that evening Meg was causing me some unexpected and disturbing thoughts and feelings towards her. From the moment she turned up on my doorstep she was, er, well let's just say that no man ever paid me as much attention!" "I told you: it's because I was already in love with you," Meg insists, smiling. "How can that be?" asks Erica, .confused. "I saw her when she was viewing the house," Meg admits, a little bashfully, "and, um, I fell for her." "So it really was love at first sight, how interesting," Erica says earnestly, "and very lovely too, if you'll allow a romantic old woman her opinion," she adds quickly. "Well, I'd better let you go; goodnight Meg, goodbye Sam. Have a good weekend." and she moves off. "You know, we could ask her to put an announcement in the school newsletter about us," I suggest, smiling. "I'm so glad you didn't suggest that to Ms Shaw! Come on, I want to be at home with you, preferably naked!" Continued in Part 4... A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 04 Welcome to part four of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1, 2 and 3; Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 Thanks again to Winterreisser for his diligent editing and thoughtful suggestions and for correcting my silly typos and mistakes. My thanks and love to Kat as well for her invaluable advice, inspiration and encouragement. FAIR WARNING: While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization), it does contain pee play and also scat (shit) play in this and later parts. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that! After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be wonderful to hear what you think of it, especially if I am to consider writing more stories featuring pee and scat. I hope you enjoy the story. ================================================= CHAPTER 16 - A Sleepover The journey home is relatively uneventful though we do encounter several people on the way as we walk arm in arm. One has heard, and two are intrigued by seeing us holding arms and none are offended or, at least, have the good manners to keep any negative opinions to themselves. As we pass her cottage Meg lets go of my arm. "I've not forgotten about the overnight bag so I'll go and sort that out. Anything else I can bring?" "I've bought you a toothbrush, so don't worry about that. If you're still up for a night cuddled up on the sofa then you could bring something from your lesbo DVD collection," I suggest grinning. "You didn't seem so keen last time!" "Yeah, well, I didn't have a hot sexy girlfriend at that point and I was trying to pretend to myself and the world that I didn't need or want one. How wrong I was," and I kiss her cheek. "I'll go and start getting dinner sorted so I'll see you shortly." By the time she arrives half an hour later I've made up the bed again but Meg seems disappointed that I'm still dressed when I open the door. "I have plans for this evening that will be more fun this way," I assure her. "Now, I have three presents for you this evening and this is the first so: close your eyes and hold you your hand." Intrigued, she complies and I fish in my pocket and place the items in her hand. "Here, these are for you." "Keys... to your house? Really? Oh, Sam, thank you." "It doesn't make us engaged or anything," I smile, "but I want you to be able to come and go and, well, after last night there's nothing about me that I'd ever want to hide from you." "Me neither. That was amazing, what we did... and before that, walking out into Dave and Karen's garden together hand in hand: that was our first new adventure for us together. I feel very... I don't know, connected to you, Sam." We slip into each other's arms for our long awaited proper deep kiss before, eventually, we head into the kitchen. "So, let me cook present number two and then, much later, present number three. What film did you bring?" "You have a choice," she says reaching into her bag and pulling out two DVDs. "'The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love' or 'Kiss Me'. I can see why you didn't bring the first one last time!" I tease and Meg laughs. "True; I was still afraid of scaring you off then. I should warn you that 'Kiss Me' is in Swedish with subtitles, so, you know, you need to concentrate more." "Which do you think is better?" "Hmm, I don't know. 'The Incredibly True Adventure' is about teens in high school while 'Kiss Me' is older women, more like 'Imagine Me and You'." "Let's go with that one then. I can cope with subtitles and I like listening to Swedish." "Can you speak Swedish?" she asks, impressed. "Not a word," I laugh. "Actually, I've seen enough Swedish crime dramas to know tack and skål: thanks and cheers! No, I just like the sound of the language and the way the odd English-sounding word appears from time to time; like, their word for 'go' sounds the same... you're looking at me as if you think my brain's come loose!" "No," Meg laughs, "I think it's... well, idiosyncratic, is that the word? Something uniquely you," she smiles as she kisses my forehead. "I want to learn all about you and your idiosyncrasies just as much as I want to know every part of your body." "Meg Dike, why the fuck did I waste all those years married when I should have been with you?" I reach up to brush her cheek and run my fingers through her hair. "Um, perhaps because when you got married I'd have been, like about fifteen! Actually, that would have been cool; you could have been my first lesbian lover after I came out. I've had crushes on a few teachers over the years!" "This is getting to sound a little pervy now," I tell her. "You'll be looking for some role play next." "Mmm sounds fun," she whispers seductively. "We could play two girls at a sleepover tonight, if you like." Meg is turning me on with her words and her nails caressing my back gently through my blouse. Then I remember our new nightwear. "Meg..." I ask in a girly voice, "My parents are away tonight, do you want to come for a sleepover. We can watch a film together and get pizza and... stuff." I look down, faux bashful. "Oh Sammy, that would be so cool!" she squeals, entering into the spirit of it. " and she throws her arms around me. "Have your parents left any wine?" "Oh yes, lots. Let me get some glasses; the wine's in the fridge." "Shall we watch a DVD? I found this Swedish DVD at home and it looks like it's got sex in it!" "Oh, Meggy, that sounds great!" I giggle. This is silly but fun and, armed with wine, glasses and DVD we head into the sitting room. I wish the weather were cooler and we could share a duvet but we stay in role and don't touch as we sit down. Part way into the film the women kiss for the first time. "Eww, gross!" Meg's sudden exclamation startles me. "Girls kissing like that, yuk!" I then realize what she's doing: I'm to seduce her, which suits me just fine and my arousal is cranked up another notch. "I... I don't think it's gross," I say, "I mean I'll bet a girl's lips are softer than a boy's and she'd smell better!" Meg laughs at this and pauses the film. "Have you ever kissed a girl in that way?" "No!" I reply, "But I might try it, just to see what it was really like. Would you? I mean if you tried it you'd really know if it was gross or not." I lick my lips deliberately and move my head closer to hers. "And anyway, it's only a kiss; it's not like having sex or anything." "And nobody would know, would they?" she replies, bringing her lips in line with mine. "It would just be our secret," I whisper and our lips touch. We might be only playing but it is like a real first kiss: hesitant, soft and nervous. It is all lips to begin, gently touching then more forceful. I open mine slightly to trap her top lip, sucking on it gently. She replies by doing the same to my bottom lip. "You're a good kisser," I tell her, "better than Stinky Steve!" "I like the way you kiss too," and she moves back in. This time my tongue strokes her lip, encouraging her to open to me but she pulls back. "I've never let a boy kiss me like that!" she protests, a statement that I suspect may be completely true. "Ah, but I'm not a boy. Come on, let's just try it; the other kissing was nice." She gives a little nod and within half a minute we are kissing deeply. I am getting very turned on and my hand cups and squeezes Meg's right boob. I'm not role playing any more but Meg is as she pulls away sharply. "Sam! What are you doing?" she asks, affronted. "I, er, it was a mistake... I thought it was your arm." "I think we should get back to the film!" she said firmly. We resume watching, Meg now sat a little apart so I have the double enjoyment of both the film and of feeling like a teenager trying to get off with someone they fancy as I gradually edge closer until my thigh rests against hers. I am suddenly transported back to a time at university that I hadn't thought of in years. However, Meg breaks the moment with and authentic sounding teenage complaint of, "I'm starving! Can we order the pizza now?" "Pause the film and I'll phone. I'm sure I stuck a load of takeaway menus in the drawer in the kitchen." Fifteen minutes later we are back watching the film and I am edging closer to Meg as we are back to our role play. As the women in the film, Frida and Mia, begin making love (nothing too explicit given the film's 15 rating) I caress Meg's thigh and feel her shiver and she leans into me a little. I continue to caress as the lovemaking on the screen continues and feel her fingers lightly brush my arm. I slide my hand from the top of her thigh inwards and she sighs softly when there is a knock at the door. We both jump and pull apart like guilty schoolgirls; looking at each other we immediately start giggling. "I guess the pizza's here," I say, standing as Meg pauses the film once more. "Are you enjoying our role play?" "It feels very real at times: I keep feeling like a teenager," she laughs. "Me too, though I never tried getting off with a girl!" I pull money out of my purse. "Welcome to my world," she calls after me as I go to the door to pay and collect the pizza. We sit and eat as we continue the film and we simply cuddle when the food is finished, both engaged with the story. "That was very good," I tell her as the film ends and the credits roll. "I love it. I haven't watched it in a long time and I'd forgotten how good it was. So, back to the role play?" I nod, "Now, isn't a game of 'Truth or Dare' traditional at a sleepover?" Meg smiles, "It is, but I'm not sure there's much we could dare each other that we haven't already tried and loved! How about just 'Truth'?" "You're right, and what you said earlier is also true when you suggested we almost know more about each other's bodies that about each other; a game of 'Truth' would be a good idea." "Okay then, me first... who was the first person you kissed? And don't say a family member unless you're telling me that you're a lot kinkier than I guessed!" "That would be Dominic Green and I was in the third year of secondary school, so Year Nine in today's numbering. It was at the end of a school disco after the slow dance and we got off together; it was just lots of slobbery lips and hugging, as I recall. Is that enough?" Meg nods. "Okay, who was your first girlfriend?" "Lisa Carmichael," she answers immediately, "I was in Year Ten and she was in the Sixth Form, Lower Sixth. She was part of the reason I came out. I mean, being with her confirmed to me I was gay. Some of her friends knew she was gay so they found out about me and, well, she was talking about coming out when she went into the Upper Sixth. I think maybe one of her friends said something to one of my classmates or perhaps someone saw us together outside school," she takes a deep breath and I reach out and take her hand to comfort her. "Anyway, suddenly I was hearing lots of comments and snide remarks and even graffiti about me. It was all puerile stuff: 'Megan does Dykes', 'Dike by name, dyke by nature', 'That's a dyke any girl can put their finger in'. I remember I had a cough at the time and practically every time I coughed someone would mutter 'Megan has a hairball'. "Anyway, it was in an English lesson and I got the 'hairball' comment and just flipped. I stood up and screamed at the class 'Yes, I like girls and not boys: so fucking what? Just fuck off and leave me alone!' and I stormed out of the class and burst into tears in the corridor. I heard Mrs Symms the English teacher shout at the class that they were all in detention, maybe worse, and that they had all better be silent while she talked to me. They were too," Meg smiles, though there are tears in her eyes. "Mrs Symms had a reputation for being a right dragon but she was lovely to me. She spoke to me and then brought me back into the class, all red-eyed and tearful. She basically gave them a lesson in tolerance and sexuality and then set us homework: to write a day in the life of someone who's an outsider and how they feel." "Meg, when you said you'd come out I had no idea how horrible it was for you. Did it get better after that?" "Yes and no. It didn't stop completely of course but some of the other pupils, boys and girls, started to look out for me a bit and would tell other kids off for making comments. As time went by I had a few girls come and talk to me when they were wondering if they were gay. The biggest down was losing Lisa. She felt I'd betrayed her by coming out I think; she certainly wasn't ready and she dropped me like a hot potato. She never did come out at school." I hug Meg tightly and kiss her cheek before refilling her wineglass. "Here, you need this. Meg, thank you for telling me... that was a lot of truth so I guess you deserve two questions," I smile. Meg wipes her eyes, and I see a little spark of mischief re-appears, making me worry slightly. "Okay, question one: what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done? From before we met, of course!" I can't help blushing but take a deep breath and force myself to speak. "When I was a trainee teacher it was at a school not far from where I grew up and I knew the assistant caretaker, John, because we'd been at school together. There was me, another trainee, Karl, and a couple of younger teachers and John invited us to stay on after a parents' evening and we were drinking and then he opened the swimming pool and we went swimming..." "That's doesn't sound that naughty," Meg comments. "Yeah, but none of us had swimming costumes so we were all naked!" "Hmm, that's definitely naughtier." "Yeah, and sucking off John in showers afterwards wasn't exactly good either!" "Okay, that's pretty honest and naughty... you slut!" she teases. "Right, Sammy, question two: now I want you to think carefully about this and be completely honest. Before you met me had you ever wondered about having sex with a girl or woman?" My instinct is to automatically say no, which I think Meg anticipated, but then I remember the incident at University I had recalled after we kissed during the film. "Um, well, maybe once or twice. Do you remember the soap opera 'Brookside', the one set in Liverpool? "I've heard of it, though I don't really remember it." "That makes me feel old! Anyway, I loved it while I was at University, as did one of my friends in the same dorm, and she and I used to watch it together most evenings. Well, one of their story lines, perhaps their most famous, featured a girl, a young woman really, who realises she's gay and falls for another girl who's unsure and, to cut a long story short, they end up kissing on screen. It was the first pre-nine o'clock watershed lesbian kiss, I believe. So I'm sat there with Jane and we sort of looked at each other. I don't know what she was thinking but I was looking at her mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl. Later that evening I was lying on my bed and she came over sat on my bed next to me, which was unusual, and asked me something about her coursework, I think. Then she lay down..." I see Meg's interest spike and she looks at me intently. "Sorry, Meg, my dear, it freaked me out; I've never got out of a bed as quickly as I did then! I think I said I was going to make a cup of tea." "Oh, I thought you were going to tell me the two of you ended up snogging! So, you were being honest when you said you'd never seriously considered sex with a woman... and yet you fell for me." "Meg, you came to my door the second day I was here and from practically the first word you were flirting with me. You are an amazingly beautiful woman, why didn't you already have a girlfriend and even if you didn't, why me?" I ask and she is silent for a while as she gathers her thoughts before answering. "I... I had a relationship that ended very badly a couple of years ago so I've been kinda wary since then. I've told you why you: I saw you a couple of times when you were looking at the cottage. The second time you came you walked down the lane talking on your mobile phone and I just couldn't stop watching you. I even opened the window so I could hear your voice. You were saying something like, 'It's so peaceful and beautiful here and that's what I need now.' You weren't sad and crying but there was a sort of weary sadness in your voice. If love at first sight exists then I fell in love with you right then, that mysterious, beautiful melancholic stranger." She looks bashful. "I guess I came on a bit strong that first afternoon; sorry about that. I was just so desperate to meet you and be your friend." "It was a bit full on but given where we are now, I'm not complaining. Actually, your flirting with me that afternoon turned me on." I look at the time and it's just gone half past eight. "Well, Meggy, it's getting late so I'm sure we'd be more comfortable in our nighties; shall we get changed?" "Shit, Sam, I didn't bring one." "Did Meggy forget her nightie? She better have her next present then," I tell her as I reach under the table and pull out the gift wrapped package. "Now, pop into the bathroom and get changed." She looks at me with a mixture of surprise, gratitude and suspicion. "Thanks Sammy... I think," she replies as she heads for the bathroom. I slip out after her and pause on the stairs undressing and listening and am rewarded when I hear, "Oh wow, oh Sam!" I hurry upstairs, strip and slip into my new chemise. I am back on the sofa in time to hear Meg open the bathroom door and walk through the kitchen and hall. As I see her in the doorway I have to remind myself to breathe: she is stunning. "Oh yes, Meg..." I whisper. The babydoll fits her gorgeous curves perfectly, the way it is cinched below her breasts emphasises their fullness, the colour is perfect and the hem, resting at the top of her thighs, makes her legs go on forever. I stand and take a step towards her. "Thank you, Sam. I can't tell you how sexy I feel wearing this." "That's because you are sexy; amazingly fucking sexy, my darling." "And you, in that, puts me to shame: Sam you look... just incredible!" "Meg, thank you, you're very sweet but in this I can just about avoid being utterly embarrassed in your company. So, still want to play more 'Truth' or would you prefer your sleepover friend to take you to bed?" "Who needs bed?" She walks over and we embrace. The feel of her body through the slippery, sheer fabric is wonderful as my hands glide down her back to cup her bum. I feel her fingers on my nipple and I gasp into our kiss. I bring one hand round and slip it inside her G-string to run my fingers along her cunny lips, feeling how hot and wet they are. "Oh, Sammy, what are your fingers doing there?" and we laugh. "You kiss so well you made me all hot and randy. And look, little Meggy's veejay is all wet. Perhaps she likes kissing girls more than she thought!" I swing her around and push her gently back onto the sofa. Immediately kneeling in front of her I push her knees apart before pulling the triangle of fabric covering her pussy to one side. "Oh Sammy, you shouldn't be doing this, I'm straight I'm not a lesbiannnnnnnn!" she gasps as I run the tip of my tongue along her labia. "Oh, come now, Meggy, every girl should be a little bit bisexual, it makes life so much more interesting!" I quote her words from our first meeting back at her, making her chuckle, before licking her again, a little deeper and harder. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 04 "Fuck Sam, that so good!" she moans. "I learned from you, of course I'm good!" I bury my face between her thighs, lapping and sucking and licking. Her taste is as perfect as ever. I slip a finger into her pussy rubbing gently as I explore and this time I find her g-spot. I hear her breathing quickening and ease back, not wanting her to cum too quickly. My finger spreads her juices over her anal star and I gently insert the fingertip. I withdraw the finger and coat if again in her fluids before penetrating her arse again as my mouth continues eating her out. This time my finger keeps going, fully impaling her. I can feel the hot, soft inside of her bum while my finger tip just brushes another hard ring of muscle inside her. I wriggle my finger and she sighs appreciatively. Two fingers of my other hand enter her pussy, curling up to rub her g-spot. Meg's breathing quickly increases in tempo under this dual assault and becomes panting as my lips suck the top of her slit, massaging her clitoris. I alternate the clit sucking with licks as my fingers increase their efforts. A shiver passes through her as her orgasm approaches and her panting becomes loud squeals. Just as my tongue dips between her lips for another lick my fingers, front and back, are gripped tightly and my mouth is flooded. I greedily swallow just before a second spasm ejects more of her girl-cum. She flops back and suddenly it is not cum filling my mouth but her golden piss. I swallow as fast as I can but my mouth still overflows. She gives a long sigh as her flow finally ebbs and I look up to see her watching me. I pull my fingers from her cunt and beckon her with a dripping finger. She knows what's coming and grins as she bends forward to a kiss that fills her mouth with her own pee that she savours and swallows. I pull my finger at last from her anus and, as I suspected, it is brown smeared all over and with a lump of shit stuck to my nail. The sight of it sends a thrill through me and I place it in my mouth, sucking and scraping it clean with my tongue before we once again kiss and share, the scat becoming a thin paste as it passes back and forth, dissolving in our saliva. "My turn!" Meg growls and we swap places and she pulls my thong off before I am treated to the same assault, cunny and bum hole invaded by Meg's wonderful fingers. I have no need to pee but can feel immediately that my bum has much more in it than Meg's. Her fingers withdraw and she pushes my knees up and out, displaying my scat-smeared bud to her eager eyes. Immediately she attacks it with her mouth as she reaches her filthy finger up to me. I take it and suck it and the rich, dark, bitter flavour fills my mouth. I feel her tongue enter my anal ring and cannot help but moan in pleasure. She continues to rim me as her other hand beings caressing and rubbing my clit. "Feed me," I hear her gasp so I bear down and feel something slip out. I look down and see in Meg's open mouth a small, thin piece of shit. She closes her mouth and I know what she tastes as the same taste still lingers in my mouth. Her fingers gently pinch my clit as she rubs and my orgasm begins, spasm after spasm thrilling through me as she lick and sucks every sensitive intimate spot until I can stand no more and I clamp my legs together and hug my arms around them. She turns and sits on the floor, resting her back against the sofa and a few moments later I slither off to lie on the floor with my head in her lap. She bends and kisses me softly. "I love you, scat breath," she teases, smiling. I grin. "I love you too, shit lips!" We kiss again as her hand brushes over my breast. "Oh, Sam, your sexy nightie is soaked in pee." "Don't worry: I loved it and this will wash. However, if pee and scat is going to happen a lot when we make love then being naked is probably best." "True... and that will be such a hardship! I'm glad we ate and drank from each other tonight to be certain last night wasn't a one off, even if it won't be every time." "You're right. Bloody hell, Meg, I can't quite believe that we just ate each other's shit again. Or that I liked it so much. Do you worry that we're a couple of complete perverts?" "Sam, you're gay, or bisexual; for lots of people that already makes you a pervert! I guess what we're doing's not common but it turns me on so much that I'm not sure I care. Anyway, we're not hurting anyone so what does it matter?" "True. I never thought that my new adventure every day would end up here, eating my girlfriend's shit and drinking her pee." "Complaining?" "Fuck no! It's just... I was going to say 'unexpected' but that just doesn't begin to cover it, does it?" "How about, 'fuckingly, amazingly, incredibly wonderful'?" "Yeah, let's go with that my darling," I agree as I reach up and stroke her cheek.   CHAPTER 17 - Twilight in the Ladywood I glance out of the window, "It's getting dark outside," I observe. "Yes, but it won't be fully dark for quite a while at this time of year; twilight goes on for ages." "We could... go out," I suggest, smiling. "What, naked you mean? Risky, given it's not dark," Meg replies but I can see the excitement in her eyes. "Yes, but I'd love to. Are you up for it?" "Oh god yes: let's do it!" We stand and remove the total of three garments that we wear between us. "That didn't take long!" Meg laughs as she takes my hand and we walk to the back door and out into the garden. As we reach the gate into the woods I glance across to Katie's house where I can just see that all the light are off. "What are you looking at?" Meg asks. "Oh, just Katie's house; the lights are off but I don't know what that means," I shrug, turn away and walk with Meg into the woods. It's nice being able to see and the visibility lends an extra thrill to our nudism. We stop from time to time to hug and kiss. When I tell her I need to pee she simply kneels in front of me and places her mouth over my pussy. I try to control the flow but find that it is just on and off and, when I stop it, she looks up disappointed so I let go once more. I don't know why I was worried as we both love the feel of the hot pee as it flows over chin, tits, stomach, thighs and pussy as much as we love the taste. After peeing I kneel to so we can embrace and I can share the last mouthful. It's funny how quickly what we do becomes a ritual. I hear a sound and freeze. My eyes open wide and I find myself staring into Meg's equally wide eyes. We swallow and our mouths part as I raise my finger to my lips and she nods as we listen intently. There is something - or someone - moving slowly. Just then I hear a voice exclaim quietly, "Ow! Fucking brambles!" I'm fairly sure but Meg confirms the identity of the speaker when she mouths "Bex" silently. I nod just as another voice says, "Hush dear; this way." "Katie?" I say soundlessly and Meg looks a little unsure but nods. The footsteps keep moving slowly, getting a little closer but there's no sign that they know exactly where we are if they are looking for us. The movement stops and there is silence until there are soft popping noises and a gentle sigh; I cannot work out what's going on but Meg leans in to put her mouth by my ear. "Kissing," she breathes in the quietest of whispers and, of course, as soon as she says this I can recognise it. I move slowly from side to side and up and down trying to find a gap in the bushes to look through and catch a glimpse of two naked torsos some seven or eight yards away, one short and skinny, the other a little taller and fuller. "I want to eat, Miss Katie. Can I?" asks Bex. "Not yet, Little Nose, I'm saving it for later with the others as you are. But we can still have some fun;" there is a loud slap as I see Katie's hand smack Bex's bum. "Come on and mind the brambles my little pet," she orders as she steps back and I catch a glimpse of a dark mark on her right shoulder just below the clavicle. "I saw the tattoo! That woman I saw that night: I'm sure it was Katie!" I whisper excitedly. I look back through the bush to see Katie grasp Bex's wrist and they begin to move off together. I hear Meg moving beside me and as I glance left, to my amazement, I see her stand up. "Hello Katie; Hi Bex. Lovely evening isn't it?" Meanwhile, Meg's hand is under my armpit pulling me to my feet and I reluctantly comply. The four of us stand looking at each other: four naked women in the twilit woods all wondering who's going to say something. "It's nice to see you face to face this time," I find myself saying, "I, er, ended up hiding from you last time, Katie." I look at them both: Bex very slim, her boobs small but nicely rounded, her mons and vulva completely hairless while Katie has a rounder, fuller figure. Katie's boobs though are still firm and with the large nipples I recall from the time I hid from her, while below her thick pubes are trimmed to a precise triangle with the point just above the cleft of her pussy. Both seem remarkably unselfconscious of being naked despite Meg surprising them. "Ah, so it was you that time; I thought perhaps it was. It wasn't chance that you chose to move here I think: there is something that drew you as it draws us to walk naked and free here, to shed our inhibitions." She smiles at us and I am desperate to ask more but she continues, "Well, Bex and I have plans together as, I suspect, do you two, so I will say goodbye and let you go your own way as we go ours. Come on Bex." She turns again and takes a few steps before looking back. "Don't worry Sam, or you Meg, we'll have time to talk more soon." They walk quickly away as Meg and I obey Katie's implied order not to follow them. I look at Meg in amazement for a few moments as Katie and Bex disappear and the sound of the women's footsteps fades quickly, though there is another slap and the brief burst of Bex's giggle. "Meg, I can't believe you stood up and said, 'Hi!' I also can't believe that I didn't ask a lot of questions and just let them walk off." "Sam, what I want to know is what was Bex asking about: what did she want to eat?" "Yeah, and that business from Katie about 'saving it for later'; you don't think that those two, like us..." "What, pee and shit? I don't know... maybe. Bloody hell I forgot about that woman who watched us the other night too; that might have been Katie" I shake my head in wonder and confusion. "Fuck it; let's just go for a walk." "Yes, let's just enjoy the evening and if we meet then maybe we can talk some more." We stroll through the woods arm in arm chatting and laughing. We kiss from time to time and, in a wide clearing of soft, tussocky grass, we make love before the last of the light fades. Lying side by side and head to tail and we kiss and lick and suck each other's pussies and bum holes. Our cries and moans travel out between the trees; we are careless of who might find us. More than careless, it is almost as if we are calling them and, as my orgasm nears, I imagine naked female forms in the ring of trees surrounding this glade, hands reaching down to hot, wet nether lips, fingers entering as the watching women, aroused by our passionate lovemaking, bring themselves to orgasm with us. I feel Meg convulse beside me, her hips grinding her hot cunt into my mouth as her wetness fills it. My own climax arrives as an all-encompassing wave of pleasure as I feel that wonderful but rare sensation of my cunny gushing. When I open my eyes night has almost fallen and we must hurry as the moon has not risen and the woods are becoming very dark. "This could be tricky finding our way safely," says Meg as we head back to the faint path from which we entered the clearing. "Don't you know the way?" I ask with a note of concern in my voice. "More or less," she replies, "but it'll be hard if it gets much darker. We got a bit carried away, didn't we?" "We did, my darling but it was wonderful. I feel very at ease being naked, even making love in these woods. Even so, I'd rather not be lost in them." We walk on, holding hands in silence and Meg seems unsure of the way as she doesn't recognise the feint track we're now on. "Oh shit, Sam, I don't know where we are!" she cries. My nervousness increases at her words and I take a deep breath to steady myself before replying. "Okay, let's try and think which way to go," I tell her as I look around. However, it is now so dark I can't even be sure of the way we came. "Fuck. You weren't a Girl Guide were you? You can't find north by looking at the trees or something?" Even in our predicament, this makes her smile. "Nope, 'fraid not. I'd have thought you were more the Girl Guide type, anyway. I'll bet you played hockey at school too." "I did, but I wasn't a Guide and none of this is helping much. We could try calling for help," I suggest. "Yeah, except that we're two butt naked girls in the woods. I'm not sure I'm desperate enough yet to take the risk of who might turn up." Just then, I hear a voice calling and shush Meg. "Meg? Sam?" I hear the voice call again. "That's Bex! Over... that way. Come on." I take Meg's hand and head towards the voice. "Bex?" I call, "We're over here." "Sam, come this way. Come on. I can hear you moving now." Bex keeps speaking, allowing us to locate her until, finally, she is visible ahead and we can join her on the clear path on which she's standing. I feel like I could hug her for helping us. "Thanks Bex, that was so helpful." I say, relieved. "Yeah, thanks Bex," adds Meg before asking, "Why were you calling us? Did you know we'd got lost?" "Miss Katie told me to come and find you. She thought you might be lost as you weren't home and it was nearly dark with no moon." "Miss Katie?" I ask. "Yes, she is always Miss Katie when I am like this," she looks down at her naked body, reminding me that we are all naked, something I had become so accustomed to that it seems normal. "Bex, are you and Katie in..." Meg begins but Bex cuts her off. "Miss Katie told me not to answer any other questions but to tell you both to be patient and wait. I'll take you home now." In the dim light Meg and I look at each other and I can just make out her shrug before we join hands and follow Bex. Bex picks up the pace and a few minutes later I can make out the tarmac that indicates the end of Ladywood Lane and there, on the right, the dark shape of my little house. I feel relief wash through me and realize that we had been completely lost. The moon is just rising and the road seems very bright after the dark woods; Bex, however, walks unselfconsciously in the centre of the lane. Outside my gate she stops and I thank her profusely for helping. As I bend to kiss her. I expect her to offer her cheek but instead she kisses me full on the mouth before turning and doing the same to Meg. "Goodnight Sam, goodnight Meg. I hope you both enjoyed your evening in the woods," Bex says to us. "Remember what Miss Katie said: please be patient and your questions will be answered." With that she turns and walks to Katie's house. "You know, she does have the cutest little bum!" I comment, grinning, "and her tits aren't bad either," I add and Meg laughs. "So much for me being the only woman you've ever looked at sexually!" she complains. "You're still the only woman for me, Meg but, well, you have expanded my horizons. Oh, and we are standing naked in the middle of the road; shall we go indoors?" "Yes, okay but we're never going to worry about being seen naked in the garden by Katie again!" We walk up the path and then around the house to the back where we enter through the back door. Home at last.   CHAPTER 18 - Tattoos and Answers Freshly showered we lie in bed together as the moon finally rises to shine through the bedroom window. I am pleasantly tired after our naked ramble and lovemaking but, like Meg, not quite ready to sleep. Meg is on her back and I on my side cuddled up against her, just a sheet covering us. "Sam, what are we going to do now we know about these tattoos and the four of them? I mean, we could ask to join Katie and Bex when we see them suppose. Or we could talk to Claire and Lillian about the tattoo." "Actually, Meg, you don't think that what Bethany thinks might be right? About that symbol being for lesbian couples, I mean. Not anything official but, well, maybe Lillian did it for her and Claire and when Katie and Bex got together, perhaps Lillian suggested it to them. I've heard of couples getting matching tattoos. "You could be right: it would fit what we know. I've never really thought about getting a tattoo, have you?" "Actually, I er, was thinking this afternoon... um..." I hesitate. "What is it Sam darling?" We look into each other's eyes. "Well, I was looking up tattoos on the Internet earlier and I wondered about maybe, getting a tattoo or perhaps us getting matching ones," I suddenly feel very bashful and nervous. It had seemed so sweet when I thought of it earlier but I realize that I am asking Meg to permanently mark her beautiful body as a sign she loves me. "No, forget it: your body's so perfect." I snuggle my head into the side of her breast. "Sam, would you want to do that, for me?" "Well, yes. I'd have 'I love Meg' tattooed across my boobs if it would make you happy!" "Is that what you were thinking of: 'I love Meg'?" "Actually, no. I was thinking of 'Omnes dies novus valebat' maybe here," I trace a curved line on my chest just below the outside half of my boob and following its curve. "I'm guessing that's Latin but what does it mean?" "It means 'A new adventure every day'. It's why I'm here in bed with you now so it seemed sort of significant and appropriate. I, oh I don't know: maybe this is just me wanting another new thing that I've never done." Meg kisses my hair. "Sam, I think it's very sweet and, well, why don't we go into town and see Lillian at her tattoo place and ask about it?" "What, really? I'd like that." I hug her tightly. "And maybe the other tattoo might come up in conversation, perhaps." I yawn. "Night, night darling." "Night, night Sammy my love." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We wake late the next morning after a deep and restful sleep and I get up to start cooking us breakfast as we're both starving. I guess an evening in the woods can help work up an appetite. When Meg comes down I have the bacon sizzling in the pan and slices of the garlic and rosemary bread I bought yesterday sliced ready to make bacon butties. "Can you just watch the bacon for a minute, I need to go for a pee," I ask Meg. She hesitates and a mischievous smile appears on her lips as she goes to one of the cupboards and pulls out a pint beer glass. "Meg, you're not serious?" I ask, guessing what's coming. "Oh, but I am my darling," she purrs as she comes over to me. Her left arm snakes around my neck and she pulls me in to kiss me while her other hand covers my pussy with to open top of the glass. "Now pee for me, Sam; I don't want tea this morning, I want this," she says quietly. I relax my bladder and hear the sloshing of my piss as it gushes into the glass. By the time I'm done and Meg lifts the glass it is brimming. She carefully places it to her lips and takes a deep draught, smacking her lips afterwards. She offers me the glass and I sip it; not surprisingly, given its deep yellow colour, my pee is strong and salty but this doesn't deter me from taking another sip, savouring both the taste and the arousal this kinky activity brings. "Mmm, can we share this as we eat?" I ask. "That would be perfect," she replies and sits as I serve up. We sit side by side eating and drinking until the butties and the pee are gone. "That was delicious, my darling. The only problem is that it was a bit too much salt with the bacon and the piss; perhaps I will have some tea after all." A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 04 "Certainly," I say and rise to put the kettle on. "That was a wonderfully kinky way to start the day, though." As I pour the boiling water into the tea pot there is a knock at the front door. I head into the hall to answer the door and my hand is on the latch when I hear Meg behind me. "Are you planning to open the door like that?" she asks looking down and I remember that I too am naked. However, I have also recognised the outline of the person at the door. "Yes, I am. Is that a problem?" I hear Meg gasp and hear her step back out of sight as I open the door. "Morning Bex; please, come in." Her eyes are wide but she is smiling at the sight of me. "I wish I could have walked down here like that," she tells me, nodding at my naked body. "Here, this is for you and Meg. Hello Meg," she adds as Meg steps out from hiding to come and stand next to me. "Sam, you are a complete exhibitionist!" Meg scolds, "That could have been any... no, you recognised Bex through the glass didn't you?" "I did," I confirm as I open the letter that is hand addressed simply to 'Ms Sam Cummings and Ms Meg Dike'. I read it out loud for Meg's benefit, "It says, 'Dearest Meg and Sam, Ms Erica Shaw cordially invites you to an intimate gathering at 2 Ladywood Lane, Frehurst on Saturday 11th June at 4:30 pm. Dress code: None. Please enter through the rear garden gate. RSVP.' That's this afternoon... and it's from Erica." "If there's no dress code then why bother to put 'Dress code: None' on the invitation?" wonders Meg and Bex laughs. "No, silly, it means, like literally 'none' so come as you are now: naked" Bex explains. "Erica Shaw is hosting a naked gathering?" Meg exclaims incredulously. "Will everyone be naked?" she asks to which Bex nods. "So, will you and Katie be there?" I ask her and she hesitates, "or has Miss Katie forbidden answering questions again?" and her cheeks colour slightly. "Um, we might be... please don't ask me any more about it," Bex pleads. "Okay, Bex, no more about the gathering but I do have another question: does Erica know about you and Katie?" Bex bites her lip but gives a little nod. "Thank you Bex," I say as I wrap her in a hug. The next thing I know is that Meg has stepped behind Bex and wrapped her arms around her too, making her the filling in a female flesh sandwich. Bex stiffens momentarily but then relaxes with a soft sigh. When we break apart after a minute or two, Bex looks very happy. "Thanks guys, that was lovely." "You're very welcome, Bex. You deserved it for rescuing us last night," Meg tells her. "See you later," I tell her, "We'll act surprised to see you," I add with a wink. When I close the door behind Bex, Meg asks, "Well, what are we to make of this?" "Well, Erica did say when I met her at the dance that she'd have to invite me over to tea one day. Do you thing that's what this is?" I smile. "You know, that might just be what it is. I always knew you had a really sexy side, Sam. Maybe Ms Sh... Erica sensed it too." "Or maybe she's had reports from Katie about what we've been getting up too running around in the woods and so we qualify to join the Ladywood Naturists!" I suggest. "I guess we'll find out this afternoon. "What shall we do for the next five hours or so?" "Shall we find out about getting the tattoo? I don't mean actually get it done but we could look into it. I'm not sure I'd want a newly applied and probably sore tattoo when we're going to be naked with who knows who." I have to agree. So we dress, reluctantly, and drive into town. After a little searching we find the tattoo parlour: Lil's Tattoos and Piercings. We walk in and I'm surprised to find it is just a single large room with tattoo designs and photos all over the walls. Down one side is a workbench covered in containers, boxes, bottles and bits of paper with a sink at one end. There is also something that looks like a cross between a massage table and a dentist's chair on which an older teenage girl is laying as Lillian tattoos what appears to be a delicate pink lotus flower on her back just below her neck. Lillian looks up and shows surprise at seeing us. "Hi Meg and, er, Sam. Have a seat and I'll be about ten minutes more here, okay?" We sit and watch, the buzzing of the tattoo device filling the air. The occasional sharp intake of breath by the girl reminds me that if I do this, it will not be pain-free. Lillian finishes the tattoo and cleans it thoroughly. The girl hands over her phone asking Lillian to photograph it before applying the ointment and dressing. Lillian explains the aftercare to the girl and hands her a leaflet before taking payment. With the girl finally out of the shop, Lillian says, "So, it's nice to see you both but is this visit social or professional?" She addresses Meg but when Meg just looks at me, I realize this is going to be my job. "I guess it's professional, Lillian. I assume Claire told you about us?" I say and Lillian laughs. "Do you really think Claire got a chance to break that news when Beth knew about it? Anyway, yes, I know you two are a couple: congratulations. Claire did fill me in on some of the stuff you told her, Sam, about you not realizing you were bi or gay. Welcome to the Dyke Side!" "Thank you," I chuckle. "Anyway, what I, well we, wanted to know was about getting a tattoo, a matching tattoo." I hand her a sheet of paper on which I've printed out 'Omnes dies novus valebat'. "It means 'A new adventure every day,'" I explain. "Okay, that makes sense for you two and how you've come together," she laughs gently. "So do you want it to look just like this, in this font style?" "Not necessarily; I just used a script font I found on the computer. Something a little more elegant would be nice but not something too ornate or unreadable." Meg nods in agreement. "Okay, we can work on that. So where were you thinking of having the tattoo placed?" "Um, about here," I reply as I trace the arc below the outer half of my left breast. "Is that doable and would it be very painful?" "Well, it's certainly doable. As to the pain, well, on the ribs isn't the least painful location but it shouldn't be too bad; it really depends on your sensitivity and tolerance of pain. Giving yourself a good hard pinch in the location and see how much you squeal would be a starting point." "Is that how much it will hurt?" asks Meg. "Er, no, it'll probably be a bit worse so, if that's too painful, you'll know not to get the tattoo there! There's quite a lot of discussion about tattoo pain on the Internet, so you could have a look there before you decide. Oh, and you may have to go without a bra immediately after and maybe for a day or two while the healing starts. So, do you want me to work on a design for you?" Meg and I look at each other and we both smile and she gives a little nod. "Yes please Lillian, that would be great," I tell her. "Alright, I'll see what I can do; I'm quiet at the moment. I can give the design to Claire to give to you when she picks up Beth on Monday can't I Meg?" "Yeah, that'd be great... or we'll see you at Erica's later," suggests Meg and I glance at her impressed by her quick thinking in trying to find out if Lillian and Claire will be there. "Okay, sure... um, er, I mean er sure about Monday I mean..." Lillian blusters and I pat her hand. "Meg, that was naughty of you! Don't worry, Lillian, we won't get you into trouble for that slip up. I guess we're not supposed to know who's going to be there but Meg and I, well, we'll talk about it this afternoon." "Okay. Thanks." I lean forward and kiss her cheek and Meg does the same before we say our goodbyes. "Fancy some lunch?" Meg asks. "Good idea my darling. That was very clever of you to trick Lillian into revealing she'll be there this afternoon. I guess that means Claire will be too unless she has to look after Bethany." "I know Claire's mum often babysits Bethany, so Claire could well be there. I wonder who else?" "There can't be that many more, surely? We'll just have to wait and see." Continued in Part 5... A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 05 This fifth and penultimate part of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1 to 4; Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 As always, thanks to Winterreisser for his diligent and careful editing and thoughtful suggestions and for correcting my silly typos and mistakes. My thanks and love to Kat as well for her inspiration, advice, feedback and encouragement. FAIR WARNING: While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization), it does contain pee play and VERY strong scat (shit) play in this and later parts. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that! After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be wonderful to hear what you think of it, especially if I am to consider writing more stories featuring pee and scat. I hope you enjoy the story. ================================================= CHAPTER 19 -- A Most Unusual Gathering It would be fair to say that both Meg and I had been on edge all afternoon waiting for four thirty to arrive, even to the point of being snappy and short tempered with each other. You know the way it goes: an off comment, the sharp response, the upset, the apology, the hug... another comment, the sharp response... and round and round. In the end we decided, despite the time of day, that a glass of wine each was necessary after which things were much mellower between us as we lay naked side-by-side in the grass in my back garden. Just after three thirty we started to get ready: we shower together and shave each other carefully and thoroughly; we brush out each other's hair and apply subtle quantities of makeup and slight dabs of perfume. "Meg, you are so gorgeous my darling," I tell her as I run my fingers through her long, raven hair. "So are you Sam. I'm so glad you moved here." "Nervous?" I ask. "Yes, a bit. You?" "Yes, I am. Meg, these women will all be naked: what if they're also all having sex together? Would we be expected to join in?" "Sam, I know you look at other women sexually now and you certainly know how to make love to a woman... you don't mean that do you?" "No, I mean... shit, Meg, if we have sex with other women, what about us? I love you so much but what if you find a woman sexier than me or better in bed or..." "Sam, stop right there! I love you too, more that anyone, more than I thought I could ever love someone. That is not going to change. Listen, last night you were admiring Bex, remember: her cute bum and tits? Can you picture yourself having sex with Bex? Imagine sucking her nipples, getting your lips and tongue on her soft pussy and sexy arse?" I can, quite easily; Katie too, for that matter, so I nod. "Yeah, so can I. But Sam, the person I want to spend time with, to wake up with, to share my life with is you, just you. Never forget that." "Oh Meg, I feel the same. Thank you." I hug her tightly. "Forgive me, I didn't mean I didn't trust you I just didn't want anything or anyone to come between us." Meg kisses me softly. "They won't... unless perhaps we're double teaming a woman, say you on her pussy and me on her bum hole!" I slap Meg's arse softly as I giggle. "Meg, how do you manage it? I'm on the edge of an emotional melt down and you not only manage to calm me down but then say something that makes me go gooey down below!" "Just a knack, I guess," Meg laughs. "Shall we go?" "Yes, let's." I slip my arm through hers and we head out through the garden and into the woods where we turn right towards Erica's house. Her back garden is surrounded by a yew hedge taller than Meg, much as my own garden is. The gate is open and we walk in to see a beautifully tended garden with a broad, well-kept lawn surrounded by boarders of flowers that, beyond roses, foxgloves and a rhododendron, I lack the horticultural knowledge to name. Of course I am trying to avoid staring at the main tableau of five naked women. I see Lillian and my eyes latch on to the tattoo I'd seen on her neck as I see that is but the top of a huge, intricate interwoven spray of colourful flowers that weave up from her left buttock across her back and shoulder onto right-hand side of her neck. It is both beautiful and amazing. Sat on the picnic blanket with Lillian is Claire whilst Bex lies between them as they chat. I see a bottle of wine and two half-full beer glasses on a small tray beside them; Claire holds a wine glass in one hand as her left hand idly caresses Bex's thigh. Nearby are several garden chairs and a pair of sun loungers. On one of the loungers lies a woman I do not recognise, perhaps a little older than me with strawberry blonde hair, largish boobs and full hips, while Erica and Katie sit on two of the chairs, talking with drinks in hand. It is one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen but, like Meg whose hand I clasp tightly, I don't know what to do and the five women all seem too engrossed to notice us. I watch as Erica laughs at something Katie has said and then lean forward to kiss her on the nipple. Meg gives a little gasp at the sight and Erica looks round to see us, a smile filling her face as she stands and walks towards us. "Sam and Meg, welcome to our little group," her voice rings out in greeting. Seeing her naked I can appreciate how fantastic her figure is for a woman her age: her breasts slightly larger than average sag but a little, her waist showing only a slight thickening, her thighs and legs still strong and firm. I immediately notice her tattoo on top of her left breast; it is just like the others: two inward curving lines with the triskele between but on hers between the tops of the curved lines is a rounded, cursive 'w'. I smile as I realise two things: firstly, that Meg was right, the tattoo does represent a woman and on Erica's the breasts have been added, and secondly, though not unexpected, Erica is almost certainly the head of this group; somehow, I couldn't imagine it any other way. The others have all stopped their conversations and sit looking at Meg and me. I realize that I feel completely at ease being here naked in front of them all as Erica continues, "Of course you know all of us: Lillian, Bex, Claire, Katie and Suzie." Suzie interrupts, "Actually, Erica my love, I don't believe Sam and I have ever met. Perhaps Meg might introduce us?" "Uh, um, yes. Sam, this is Suzanne, er Suzie, Griffiths who's the Year Five teacher and deputy head at the school," Meg looks more than a little amazed to see her there, "and Suzie, this is Sam Cummings, my girlfriend." Suzie stands and walks over to us. "Very pleased to meet you Sam," she says as she places her hand on my cheek as she moves in to kiss me. Her hand holds my head so her kiss is full on my lips and far more lingering that any greeting kiss would normally be. She does the same to Meg. "I think you could regard Suzie as my girlfriend," Erica tells us, "but not," she glances down to Bex, who grins, "my 'fuckbuddy'. We are quite discrete about our relationship and none outside of this group know of it, not least because, of course, Suzie is married." Suzie nods. "So, I trust we can rely on your discretion on this matter?" Erica asks and we nod. "Good. Now can I offer you both a drink perhaps? We have wine or cider or I'm sure my drinks cabinet can provide anything else you'd like." "Dry white wine would be lovely," I reply and Meg nods. "Lillian, would you oblige?" Erica asks her and she heads into the house to fetch glasses. Meanwhile, Meg and I are invited to sit and we opt for one of the loungers, sitting sideways so we can be next to each other. The others sit in chairs but Bex sits cross-legged on the grass, a position that makes her pussy distractingly obvious, especially as it would seem that Claire's caresses were not without effect! Lillian returns and hands us glasses of wine. As she turns I cannot resist reaching up to run my fingers over the amazing tattoo. She stops and looks back over her shoulder at me, smiling. "Lillian, this is utterly beautiful," I tell her, "and very unexpected." "More feminine that you thought I'd have?" "Well, just a bit, yes," I confess. "She did it for me," Claire interjects. "She said she wasn't one for buying flowers so she had this done; every time she undresses she is a bouquet of flowers for me." "That's so lovely," says Meg. "Underneath that big, butch exterior Lil's a big softy," teases Bex. "Bex, behave yourself," warns Katie. "Yes Miss," Bex replies, looking down contritely as Katie gives us a wink. " "Bex is always full of mischief," Katie tells us, "but she's a cutie. Just one tip: never threaten to smack her bottom, you'll only encourage her!" Bex looks up grinning. "Anyway, Lillian, I think your tattoo is stunning," I tell her. "Did it take long?" "Probably about thirty hours in all but spread over quite a few sessions over eight months. What you two were looking at would only take about an hour or so." Suzie asks what tattoo we were considering and I start to explain. Other conversations branch off as we drink and chat, happy and relaxed. As the afternoon goes on I realize that this could be any little social gathering apart from the nudity and the casual physical intimacy of hugs, kisses and caresses. Both Meg and I were a little surprised by these at first but realized that it's no different to the two of us together. Meg and I are now sitting with Suzie and Katie so I take the opportunity to find out more about Suzie as she is doing with me. The fact that I was a teacher until recently gives us something in common as, possibly, is the fact that she is married and I ask her if she is bisexual and she laughs. "Are you?" she asks. "I see the way you are with Meg and you don't come across as a woman who'd never considered a lesbian relationship until a week ago." "Okay, touché! I guess I'm technically bisexual though I've slightly less than zero interest in being with a man now or in the foreseeable future. However, you're still married, so..." "I am indeed," Suzie concedes, "but since him indoors has not shown the slightest interest in me sexually for several years, I have no problem viewing myself as gay. I also do not consider what I do with Erica or our friends here as cheating on him. I think he suspects but chooses to turn a blind eye and I do not ask what he does when he is home late. The arrangement suits us both as we are otherwise very good friends, enjoy each other's companionship and love each other in our own way." "Do you think your husband might be gay?" asks Meg. "It's possible. In some ways I hope he is; not to make myself feel better but, well, a life without sex is a bit bleak, don't you think?" I have to agree with her but then Suzie looks a little nervous. "Is it true what Erica told me about you and Meg being into scat and pee? "Er, yes, but how did Erica know?" "She was out walking in the woods last Thursday night and told me the next day that she'd witnessed a most sensual and arousing display on her walk." "So it was Erica watching us in the woods when Sam and I were walking naked and, er... eating and drinking?" "It was indeed. You seemed very drawn to visit the Ladywood naked Sam, even on your first night I believe when you followed Katie. Erica was amazed to see you both sharing each other so completely. Sam, can I ask how you two discovered this shared fetish. Erica had to feign a broken wrist and ask me to help in using the toilet and cleaning up afterwards in order to lure me in to these scatological delights. What happened with you two?" "I' um, Meg just asked me to wipe me after we'd watched each other pee," I confesses. "And you just did it, Sam?" exclaims Suzie. "Wow, talk about complete love." She makes me blush, especially as Meg responds. "Sam is an amazing, wonderful girlfriend and lover," Meg says proudly, "and the most adventurous, sensual woman I've ever met!" "Meg, behave!" I tell her. "Anyway, you're the beautiful, flirtatious woman who seduced me into loving women, so you outscore me on the sensuality!" I lean over and cannot resist the urge to kiss Meg deeply and her response means this continues for some time. When we separate I see that Suzie has stood up with Katie; they are holding hands and have taken a few steps towards the house when Erica calls them and they stop. Erica then comes over to Meg and me. "Suzie and Katie are headed to the bathroom and I wondered if you might like to join them?" I glance across at Suzie and Katie and imagine Meg and I kneeling behind them holding their arse cheeks open as out tongues lick them clean. The image is so intensely arousing that I can feel my pussy seeping, dampening my inner thighs. When Meg looks at me I return her smile. "You want to go with them?" she asks hopefully. I don't answer at first but press her hand against my pussy, feeling her fingers slither over the hot wet skin. "What do you think?" I ask playfully and she withdraws her hand to suck her fingers. However, before she can do so Erica's mouth closed over her first two fingers as she sucks them clean instead. "Mmm" sighs Erica. "Now Meg, I know you two are in love but when you're here you must remember to share Sam with the rest of us, especially as she does taste so nice." Her hand reaches down to trace along Meg's labia, that I can see are as wet as mine, before she too is tasted. "Mmm yes, just as tasty; so no hoarding Meg for yourself either, Sam. Now go and have some fun in the bathroom, both of you." Feeling like a couple of schoolgirls sent out play, we walk over to Katie and Suzie who smile warmly at us. Suzie glances at Erica and then back at me, rolling her bright blue eyes as if to say, 'What's she like?' before slipping her arm around my waist. "Head teachers are all the same, aren't they? They all talk to you as if you're ten years old!" "It's true," I laugh. I notice that Katie seems to have claimed Meg and I am suddenly aware that Suzie is about to become only the second woman I've ever made love to. "Um, hello, Suzie," I say, suddenly feeling awkward. She is a little shorter than me and looks up, her eyes sparkle with intelligence and I know instantly that she understands my nervousness. "Sam, you don't have to do this you know. You could just take Meg's hand and the two of you go home together." She looks over to Meg who is standing relaxed, she and Katie with their arms around each other. I am surprised that I feel no jealousy at the sight; she and Katie have been friends for years and this is just an extension of that. I know how Meg feels towards me and I trust that. "No, we talked about this before we came this afternoon. It's just a little bit of nervousness." I bend slightly to kiss her lips, "The thought of doing this, of licking your dirty little bud really turns me on, Suzie." "Hey, don't forget Meg and I," complains Katie, "It's not just one-on-one in this group!" "Don't worry, Sam," says Suzie soothingly, "you and Meg will get used to how the group works." "I just thought that, you know, you'd sort of paired off with each of us so Meg and I didn't just go with each other." "Okay, we did do that but you and Meg aren't off limits to each other, we just want you to be part of the group as a whole. Come on, here's the bathroom." We follow Meg and Katie through the door into a very large bathroom; actually, make that a huge bathroom that takes up most of the extension at the rear of the cottage. It is tastefully tiled in cream and blue tiles floor to ceiling and with textured tiles on the floor; there is a large bath in the far right-hand corner and two showers, with no curtains or screens, side by side in the opposite corner. Right and left of the door a pair of toilets and wash basins face each other. A quick glance reveals that the whole room appears to be a wet room with several drain outlets in the floor. Katie sees the look of amazement on my face. "Yes, this is not so much a bathroom as a scat and pee playroom," she says smiling. "The floor is heated too, so it's comfy to lie on in the winter. Erica, Suzie and I went to a lot of trouble designing this." "It's brilliant!" exclaims Meg and I'm about to agree when something warm and wet engulfs my right nipple and I annoy myself by giving a very girlie squeal. I look down to see Suzie suckling happily as I feel her hand slide over my stomach to cup my vulva, her finger pressing along the wet line of my labia. I run my hand across her back and on to caress the rounded softness of her arse. My fingers slip between her cheeks and I feel more than I hear her moan into my boob as my finger brushes her bud. I feel it twitching and bulging as I rub it gently. I look across and see Meg kneeling between Katie's legs, her mouth open; I am holding my breath as I wait... Katie's yellow nectar gushes forth. Meg is thirstily swallowing but is nonetheless being showered with Katie's hot piss. With a soft pop Suzie releases my nipple. "Sam my dear, I really need to poop" she tells me. "Do it on me, Suzie," I ask urgently, "Shit on my boobs, cover my body." Somehow the fact that this room has been designed to allow us to be as dirty as possible conjures a desire in me to do just that. "Oh, with very great pleasure, Sam. Go on, lay down there," Suzie instructs and I comply eagerly before she squats over me, facing my feet. Her bum is splayed wide and I can see her skin is quite a dark tan around her anal bud and I can also see her shaven pussy gaping, the long, crinkled labia hanging down. I raise myself up on my elbows and trail my tongue over her bud and taste her strong, rich musky flavour, very different from Meg. I begin to rim her as I reach up to caress her labia. I feel her bud opening under my tongue and immediately a turd begins pushing out, pressing against my tongue. I lick it and my mouth is filled with its incredibly strong taste, and I hesitate in surprise at how different this is; nothing Meg and I had produced was as intensely flavoured as this. However, I want to taste more and, as the firm log continues to slide out, I bite a lump off the end before laying back to watch Suzie's shit emerging. The lump sits on my tongue, its flavour seeping into my mouth; when I press my tongue up the nugget squashed and deforms like fudge. I take a risk and start to chew and the texture is a strange mixture of hard and soft, almost gritty as it break up; the intense sour-rich-savoury flavour floods my senses and, as with my first taste of Meg, almost orgasmic. The turd hangs eight inches long from Suzie's bum when it falls, hot and heavy onto my boob as the smell wafts over me. I see her anus dilate again and can see that she has more to deposit. "In my mouth," I gasp, desperately aroused and she lowers herself back in response. I glance across at Meg who is staring at me, eyes wide; I flash her a quick smile before turning back and opening my mouth just as Suzie's delightful shit hole arrives an inch above it. 'I have just begged Suzie to defecate in my mouth, a woman I've just met!' I think to myself but this brings no shame just a huge surge of excitement, I place my hands on her bum to stop and steady her and I hear the soft crackle of the shit as it emerges and it brushes my bottom lip as it enters my mouth. So close the smell is intense; I feel the tingle in my pussy increase at the thought of what I'm doing and a hot trickle tickles its way down my perineum. The slimy log is just touching my tongue when it drops and I quickly push my tongue in the way as the shit slides towards the back of my throat and I fear I might choke on it. Feeling the large mass filling my mouth intensifies the taste and I can feel my gag reflex triggering. I inhale deeply through my nose; I want to do this so much, to feed completely from Suzie so I force myself to relax. However, I am nervous of trying to chew despite my excitement and desire. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 05 I feel hands on my arms and see Katie and Meg either side of me. The shit is too long and sticks out of my mouth as Katie bends in and places her mouth over mine. I feel her teeth bite through the protruding lump and see her chew twice as her head lifts. She reaches out and pulls Meg into a deep kiss and they share the mouthful, a thin brown rivulet trickles from the corner of Meg's mouth. I begin chewing as Suzie turns around and straddles my hips, her bum on my thighs. I smile at her with shit-stained lips as her hands reach down to the long turd that lies cooling between my breasts. She breaks it in two and begins rubbing it over my boobs and the feel of it on my skin, Suzie's hands rubbing my rock-hard nipples, my shit-filled mouth, Meg and Katie shit-kissing above me all combine and I feel my climax building fast. I swallow the chewed, sloppy mass of Suzie's waste quickly, the last gulp just as my orgasm rips through me. Suzie's weight pins my hips to the floor but my legs thrash and my head arches back as electric waves of pleasure pulse our from my centre as I cry out loudly. I keep my eyes closed as my breathing steadies. Suzie's scat-covered hands caress my stomach, so I can feel am now coated from neck to hips in her shit. I hear Meg's voice, tight with excitement: "Katie, shit on me and in my mouth like Suzie did for Sam." I open my eyes to watch Meg lay down beside me and Katie position herself as Suzie did over me. However, Meg pulls Katie back as she says simply, "Feed me first, Katie." I understand now Meg's staring amazement as I prepared to eat from Suzie: The sight of Katie's bulging ring hovering over Meg's mouth is indescribably erotic. I hear the hiss of gas from Katie as Suzie climbs off me and walks around to the far side of Meg. I scramble to my knees and crawl over, my eyes not leaving Meg's lips for a moment and I stay crouched low as I kneel beside her head. Katie's ring opens and the pointed end of her turd emerges and descends into the waiting mouth below and I see that it is very soft, so soft that as it lands on Meg's tongue it flows, filling her mouth quickly, piling up and then overflowing onto her cheeks and chin. I see alarm in Meg's eyes and know from my experience just now exactly how she is feeling. "It's okay, Meg," I soothe, "just relax. Enjoy the taste and feeling." She cannot speak but there is a slight nod. Susie meanwhile has said something to Katie who pulls herself forward, her shit continuing to flow in a trail over Meg's neck and upper chest. "Okay," says Suzie and I hear Katie grunt in effort. I had thought the flow into Meg's mouth was rapid but now it becomes a flood as Katie empties herself in a final surge that splatters and spays over Meg's gorgeous boobs. I bend to eat some of the shit from Meg's mouth and I'm surprised at how mild the taste is compared to Suzie's. I take a second, larger mouthful and see Meg close her mouth on the remainder as I lift my lips to Suzie's. The shit almost flows into her as our mouths open to each other and a long deep kiss follows. When I look back at Meg her mouth is empty and she is happily licking her lips. I climb over and lay on top of her, the shit on our bodies a slippery coating that feels wonderful as we rub together. Beside us Suzie is busy cleaning Katie with her tongue and I kiss Meg softly. "Hello, my darling scat breath," I say smiling. "Scat breath yourself!" she grins. "Bloody hell this is fun. Thanks for helping me out with Katie's shit in my mouth; I thought I was going to gag and choke." "Yeah, I had the same worry," I confess as I kiss her nose, "but we bloody well did it!" "We did! It makes me horny just thinking about it... and this feels so good." She squirms beneath me and we fall to kissing as she grinds her pussy against my thigh. When I bend my head down to suck her nipple, Katie intervenes. "Okay you two, time to go back to the others; on your feet!" We stand and look at the mess we both are. I take a step towards the showers but Suzie catches my arm and grabs Meg's too. "Oh no, Sam," she says, smiling, "the others would be most disappointed if you did that. Come on." She leads back out into the garden and for the first time this afternoon I feel self-conscious, a feeling that is exacerbated when the women applaud as the see us both. "Welcome back Meg and Sam," Erica says above the clapping. "Can I invite you to lie here, side by side, next to this blanket?" She gestures to the grass beside the picnic blanket on which Lillian, Claire and Bex had lain earlier. Meg and I glance at each other before stepping beside the blanket and lying down as requested. The woman kneel around us with Erica at our heads, Katie at our feet and two each side: Bex and Lillian to my right and Suzie and Claire to Meg's left. "Now close your eyes and relax and let us continue to welcome you both to our group," Erica's voice is low and soothing as I comply and as I take a deep breath and release it slowly, I feel hands brush gently over my arms and legs, soft and soothing. With my eyes closed my awareness of each touch and caress is heightened as hands work their way from my wrists and ankles upward. Hands begin to play over my shoulders and stomach, rubbing the scat on my skin and the feeling moves from being simply relaxing to both relaxing but also softly arousing. "Mmmm," I sigh in appreciation as fingers brush the underside of my boobs and I feel my nipples tighten in response. The hands and fingers withdraw and something soft and wet rubs over my right boob. The same happens on my stomach, then my left boob. It happens again and again and I realize that I am being licked clean. Lips press against mine and a tongue slips in, sharing the taste of scat. Time passes strangely: I feel as if I have just closed my eyes but also that these tongues have been lapping my skin for hours. Other scat kisses punctuate the lapping at irregular intervals. However, there is a progression as the licks move to my thighs and hips while kisses and gentle bites join the licks. Fingers brush my inner thighs and my legs open without conscious thought. A soft breath blows across my vulva as, for the first time, my nipples are sucked: one and then the other. I feel the warmth and tingle build inside as I become more and more aroused. I know that my labia are swelling, moistening and opening while my left hand finds Meg's and our fingers interlace. The knowledge that she is experiencing this same treatment only intensifies the pleasure. My breathing is increasing in rapidity when what is certainly the tip of a tongue trails along the skin of my vulva beside my lower lips, making me cry out. The two tongues, on my nipples and between my legs, become more aggressive and I begin to moan. The tongue below now laps at my sopping labia and for a short while both nipples are gently chewed and sucked at once, my breaths becoming gasping cries and I can feel my climax getting closer... and the tongues withdraw, replaced with soft kisses and gentle caresses as I feel the rising orgasm subside. I could almost shout with frustration. Meg's soft moan of "No, keep going!" suggests she is receiving the same treatment. The tongues return but the lower tongue now seeks out my anal bud. The first brushing contact makes it pinch tight but then it immediately relaxes to swell and expand almost as if to engulf and entrap this probing pink piece of wet muscle. The tongue responds too, probing and pushing hungrily through my relaxing sphincter before returning to the top of my pussy, where it begins a slow, gentle assault on my clit. Fingers now join the tongues and I cannot keep track of all that is happening, the individual touches merging and blending. My pussy is being licked and sucked and penetrated. There are several fingers penetrating me and I open my legs wider as I gasp, "More!" Whoever it is responds wonderfully as I feel my cunny being filled more and more and, oh fuck, they're doing it... for the first time ever I am being fisted by another woman! The pressure becomes gloriously intense and then, suddenly, the hand slips inside; I feel her fingers flex and my climax bursts forth and I yell as my body thrums with the shivering waves of pleasure that wrack me as every muscle locks. I hear Suzie's voice as my orgasm finally passes, "Welcome in the name of Friye, Goddess of Love." I am lying naked, my body cooling as the coating of sweat evaporates. Smells register and I realize that my sex and thighs are wet with more than just sweat. My left hand is cramping as it both holds and is being held tightly in Meg's. I turn to the left and open my eyes slowly to find myself gazing into Meg's beautiful grey eyes. "What a welcome," she sighs appreciatively. "If every woman knew they'd get such a welcome, there'd be a queue down Ladywood Lane all the way to the village green!" I say earnestly and the women around laugh. "No doubt, Sam, possibly even Cathleen Jones and Sue Williams might follow your suggestion, but few are ever invited," Erica tells us. "Perhaps I should explain our little group. Firstly, do you know the origin of the name of our little village, Frehurst? No? Not even you, Meg? Well, the name comes from the Anglo-Saxon 'Frige-hyrst'; 'Frige' or as my dear Suzie insists it should be pronounced, 'Friye' is the Anglo --Saxon name for Frigg the Goddess of Sexuality." I cannot help smiling: we teachers are all the same: put us in front of any group, even a group of naked women in a garden on a warm summer's evening, and we start the lesson! Still, I feel mellow and relaxed in the post-orgasmic afterglow and I'm happy to indulge Erica's didactic tendencies. "'Hyrst' or 'Hurst' is the Saxon word for a wood so our village is 'Frige's Wood'. I'm sure that 'Ladywood' is simply a Christianised version of that same name. "For many years, possibly always, women have met and celebrated their sexuality in secret within the wood. This group has been around for many, many years: Charlotte Thomas, Bex's grandmother, was part of it before she became too ill; in fact she led the group and brought me into it, though at that point there were only three of them. The other two passed away and Katie joined not long before Charlotte fell ill. Over the years Katie I have worked to expand the group, carefully watching and getting to know women who might be suitable. We made mistakes and now consider only lesbian women." "But you knew I was gay but never approached me; why not?" interrupts Meg and she sits up; I sit too and slip my arm around her protectively. "Meg, until Sam I'd never seen you in love with a woman. I only knew you were gay when you told me what you wanted to say to Bethany. After that, of course, I had to consider that you work for me so I didn't want to do anything that would cause you difficulties with me as your manager; you are very good at what you do and I wouldn't want the school to lose you because you felt uncomfortable working under me. Then there is the fact that we in the group all share some unusual sexual tastes, ones that you both seem to have embraced whole heartedly!" I feel several touches against my back and arms and I glance around to see the five women around us once more reaching out to caress Meg and me on the back, arms, hips and thighs. I cannot help shivering at the thrill of these fingers and I hear Meg sigh softly as she nods in acceptance of Erica's words. "And Sam, you seem to have been very drawn to walk in the woods naked, even on your first night here in the village." "So you saw me, us in the woods several times and I saw you -- well, you and Katie I think and then Katie and Bex, of course. And you all have the same tattoo..." "The two of you certainly seem to have been intrigued by our little tattoo. Bex noticed you staring at it in that shop changing room, Sam, and of course little Bethany was too excited not to tell Claire and Lillian that you had a drawing of their tattoo and that you were thinking of getting one. Then, of course, you met Katie and Bex last night. I was surprised you weren't more direct about it when you went to see Lillian this morning but then I realized that you really are planning to get matching tattoos. Had you worked out about the tattoo by then?" "Um, no: we did wonder if it were a group thing at the beginning but then we thought that perhaps one couple, Lillian and Claire, had it and that Katie and Bex as a couple had copied them." I tell Erica. "And now you know the truth: yes, it is a symbol of belonging to this group, though we would never insist on it as a requirement of belonging." Erica looks at us. "So, ladies, the question is: are you interested in becoming part of our group, becoming a Woman of Frige? Perhaps you want some time to decide as a couple?" "Ms Sh... Erica, can I ask something? Would we be here now if you hadn't known about our interest in the tattoo?" asks Meg. "I won't say that your interest didn't matter but, yes, you would be, if not now then in a few weeks. Sam, it's almost as if you were called to this village by the Goddess and to your house; your walks in the wood show you felt that call. And Meg, you felt drawn to Sam from the first time you saw her. No, I think you two are both being called and you are supposed to be part of this group." I look at Meg before I say to Erica and the others, "I think that Meg and I should go for a little walk in the Ladywood, if that's alright?" Suzie smiles broadly at us, "I think that would be perfect." I take Meg's hand as we stand and walk out through the gate into the woods. "Wow, what an afternoon," sighs Meg. "Fun, though!" "It certainly is. I love you Meg darling." My arm goes around her waist and I pull her close as we walk through the trees chatting about the afternoon's experiences and about the events of the past week. We stop by a large birch tree and Meg leans back against its smooth silver bark, our hands resting on each other's hips. We gaze at each other and I see in Meg's soft grey eyes her complete love for me, a mirror of the love I feel for her. In the kiss that follows I try to express how I want to give myself completely to her and I feel her body relax into mine and I know we belong together. When the kiss ends I run my fingers through her gorgeous blue-black hair and ask, "What do you think, should we join the Women of Frije or Frige or however you say it?" "I love you so much, Sam." Her hand caresses my cheek. "It was fun this afternoon and I like the people; I never thought I'd meet others that enjoy scat and pee as we do. What about you? Is this an adventure too far? I'd understand if you just wanted it to be us together." "Part of me does want that, just the two of us... but... having a wider group of gay friends, friends who like being naked together, who love shit and pee play... yes, I want that too." "Really?" "Yes, darling, really. I want to be your girlfriend, your partner even, but I'd like to belong to that group too." "You're so bloody gorgeous, Sam. Yes, you and me together, and us with them..." "Sam? Meg?" we hear Bex's voice calling off to the left. "Sounds like Bex has been sent out again to see if we're lost," I smile. "Are you up for a little fun? Good. I know you think she's cute, so you'll enjoy this." I'm about to protest that Meg is cuter but realize I don't need to: Meg knows that I love her above all others and that it's okay for me to find Bex cute. "Yeah, okay, I do. " I admit. "What are we going to do?" "Come with me and follow my lead," and she calls out "Bex! Over here!" Bex jogs and weaves through the trees, effortlessly finding her way. Of course, she's probably been running through these woods since she could walk. "Hi Bex, did you come to find us?" "You've been gone a long while and Miss Katie thought you might be lost so she sent me." "Aw, thank you Bex. You know, Sam and I never really thanked you properly for rescuing us the other night, did we Sam? We really were in trouble, and then you found us. Sam, remember what I said about a girl coming between us?" Bex looks confused and a little worried that maybe she's caused some jealousy between us but I know what Meg is planning as she cups Bex's small, firm left boob, her thumb idly rubbing the nipple which immediately hardens an I hear Bex give a little whimper. I move behind Bex as Meg continues, "Don't look so nervous, Bex, Sam and I just want to express how very grateful we are to you for rescuing us." Meg is now playing with both boobs as I come up close behind Bex and begin fondling both cheeks of her bum while at the same time I plant soft little kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders. Her whimper becomes a deep sigh of arousal. I can see Meg bend forward as she licks and sucks those small rounded globes with their long, narrow nipples so I begin to work my kisses down her back. Her skin has the wonderful soft suppleness of youth. As I reach the top of her bum I cannot resist opening my mouth and biting gently on the tight, firm cheek, making Bex gasp and shiver. God, that feels so nice I repeat it, again and again, soft bites, licks and kisses until both cheeks glisten with my saliva. Meg is now kneeling in front and Bex opens her stance to allow her access to her dripping hot womanhood. As Meg leans forward to lick her I spread Bex's cheeks wide and do likewise, my mouth hungrily seeking her tightest opening as I inhale her scent: delightfully unwashed and musky over the smell of her aroused pussy. I run my tongue over her anal pucker and can taste sweat and mucus and the sharp sourness of shit, flavours that call up my own lust and arousal. I point my tongue and begin to burrow into the centre of her bud: I feel it contract and then I hear Bex sigh as she relaxes and her anal ring opens to my probing. I stab with my tongue and my mouth fills with the taste of her scat. Bex begins moving her hips back and forth, alternately grinding her cunny into Meg's mouth then impaling her anus on my tongue, her cries echo among the trees in time with her thrusts. Suddenly she begins to tremble and gives a long shriek, causing me to I remember the cry that I thought was a fox; Meg had been right about the woman orgasming. Bex's orgasm passes and Meg and I support her as she gently collapses to the ground, a contented smile on her face. "Wow, guys, that was wonderful, thanks," Bex says happily, "I thought I'd upset you when you said about coming between you but, girls, you can have me there any time!" We lie and sit, touching and stroking one another as Bex breathing slows. "Did you enjoy being licked clean earlier?" she asks us. "Oh god, it was wonderful!" exclaims Meg. "It was," I agree. "Bex, can I ask a question?" I ask and she nods. "Well, if a woman is covered in scat, do the others always lick them clean as you all did with Meg and me?" "Uh, yeah, it's sort of a rule or tradition I guess. It really does feel wonderful, doesn't it? I wish Miss Katie would let me be licked more often but I've only been part of the group for just over four months." I don't pursue the details of the dynamics of their relationship but instead I ask, "So if you came back with us covered in my shit, we'd all have to lick you clean?" I see excitement in her face at the prospect. "Yes! Oh, would you Sam? Would you glaze me in your scat?" "'Glazed in scat'; what a brilliant way to say it," laughs Meg. "Well, Sam, is your arse full of glaze?" "Actually, yes it is! Go on Little Nose, lie down flat," I tell her. "That's what Miss Katie calls me," Bex says as she does as instructed. "I know, I heard her when we saw you in the woods," I tell her as I straddle her and squat, my bum a few inches above her sternum. "It's a cute nickname; it suits you." I bear down and feel my anal ring start to open as a little trickle of pee dribbles down across my labia to splash onto Bex's stomach. There is a hiss and I can feel my shit sliding out; I look down between my legs to see it curl as it lays down in the shallow valley between Bex's tits. There is the normal sensual feeling of defecting, of release overlain by the eroticism of seeing my waste coiling on female skin. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 05 Finally empty, I stand and look down only to feel Meg part my bum cheeks to lap me clean. When she pulls away a few moments later I kneel beside Bex. The end of my coiled turd points up and I lean down and bite the end off, savouring the taste a little before bending to share the mouthful with Bex in a deep kiss. I feel her fingers reach between my legs and slip inside me, gliding effortlessly into my sopping cunt. I hear Meg gasp and from the corner of my eye I see that she has knelt down on the other side of Bex and that her pussy is receiving the same treatment as mine. Now Meg takes a bite of my shit and shares it with Bex and I begin to rub the remainder over her tits and stomach. "Mmm, that feels so nice," sighs Bex through shit-stained lips, "but over my mound and pussy too, please Sam," she pleads. Meg joins me in thoroughly coating Bex from neck to pussy before we lick our hands clean as Bex licks her fingers clean of our juices. "Come on, let's head back," says Meg, "then Bex can receive the licking she deserves!" "Ooo yes," exclaims Bex as she climbs to her feet. "Quickly, this way," and she leads us easily through the woods to Erica's gate. With a hand on her shoulder I keep Bex out of sight and signal that Meg and I will go first. "Good evening, Frige's women," I say in my best classroom voice. "Hi, everyone," calls Meg and she looks at me; our eyes meet and we are agreed. "Thank you all for the invitation and Meg and I would love to join this group," I tell them and there are various congratulations called out and even some clapping. "Er, Katie, you sent out Bex to find us in case we were lost -- again -- and we wanted to thank her for rescuing us the other night and, erm, we were a little carried away and she's a little bit messy." I stand aside and allow Bex to enter and there is laugher and more clapping from the women before Lillian's voice calls out, "Come on, Bex, come and lay down and we'll clean you up good and proper. I call dibs on that delicious looking pussy!" and Bex skips forward with a huge grin. Meg takes my hand, "Let's go and have some dirty fun with our friends," and she leads me to join the others.   CHAPTER 20 -- Storytelling as Pain Relief We are dragged from sleep by my alarm clock at the godforsaken hour of six thirty. The long groan from Meg tells me she is suffering from the same overindulgence as me. "What time did we get to bed?" Meg asks. "Sometime after eleven I think. We definitely overdid it, I think. That scat party was too much." "Too much scat?" Meg asks, surprised. "No, the shit and pee were perfect; it was too much wine. I hate the stuff!" "Only on the morning after. Anyway, talking of pee, I'm bursting." "Good, I could do with a drink!" I say with a smile on my face as I sit up and start to move between her legs. The pain of my headache is being swamped by the excitement I feel at the thought of doing this. "What, here? The bed will get soaked!" "No, there's a waterproof sheet under the mattress protector. I put it on the other day when I realized how much we make each other cum sometimes. Whatever gets wet I can wash." I push her legs open and dive in, clamping my mouth over her pussy and giving her a thumbs up. Meg laughs and suddenly a hot jet of pee floods my mouth. The taste is very mild and I gulp is down thirstily. Nevertheless, it is a long pee and the sheet, Meg and I are all very wet by the time she finishes. I slither up her wet skin and share the traditional last mouthful as I lie on her. "Do you need to pee too?" she asks. "I certainly do. You thirsty or shall I just pee on you?" "I'm thirsty but feel too floppy to move," she complains. "Alright then," I say as I move once again, this time to straddle her face after throwing the pillows off the bed. "Ready?" I ask and this time she gives the thumbs up so I relax and feel the wonderful, sensual feeling of release as I start to piss. I feel Meg's head moving as she swallows and this only heightens the pleasure. With my bladder empty I begin to move, expecting to kiss Meg but she holds me in place as she begins to lick me out, sucking and nibbling on my labia, tongue fucking me before finally settling on an all-out assault on my clit! A few minutes later I am writhing and bucking, yelling "Oh my fucking god, eat me Meg!" as my climax takes me. I let myself topple sideways as it passes. "So good..." I sigh, happily. "You taste different this morning my darling." "Do I?" I ask confused and think for a moment. "Oh shit, I'm sorry Meg. It's my time of the month so it must be the start of my period you, um tasted. Sorry." Meg laughs, "Hey, no problem. Bloody hell Sam we just drank each other's piss and eat our shit. A little menstrual blood in your juices is not an issue!" "True. Do you want me to lick you?" "Actually, I'm a bit sore down there. Lil was a bit vigorous rubbing me when we were with her and Claire just before they had to go home for Bethany. It must be holding that tattoo gun gives her extra strong fingers!" "And on the subject of tattoos are you still up for that this evening? I'll meet you at school with the car and we can go straight there." "Oh definitely; the design Lil showed us was really lovely, wasn't it? I can't believe she won't let us pay her though." "No but, um, I persuaded Claire to let us take the three of them out for pizza or something afterwards." Meg nods, "So, er, Claire and Bethany will be coming with us in the car. I didn't think this through did I: we're going to have Bethany as an audience, aren't we?" "We'll, I don't have any lessons with her on a Monday, so at least I won't be 'Bethany-ed out'. I'm sure if she is there that Lillly Mum will keep her on best behaviour. I hope it doesn't hurt too much." "Me too! So, do you want to come for a shower now or shall I bring you tea in bed?" "Oh, tea in bed would be wonderful," replies Meg earnestly so off I go to pamper my girlfriend. Damn, I love being able to call Meg that, even when it's only in my head. When I come back up half an hour later it is with a tray laden not just with tea but with breakfast: cereal, toast and marmalade. I find I have to wake Meg up but when she sees the tray her eyes light up. "Sam, you are absolutely the best girlfriend in the universe!" Double damn: hearing Meg call me her girlfriend is even better. "What did you think of yesterday?" I ask Meg asks as we eat our cornflakes. "I really enjoyed it. How about you; you were nervous before hand?" "I was but it was amazing. Yeah, I really liked it too. Bex really enjoyed it: did she really pass out when she finally came after the licking clean?" I ask, not sure I believed what I saw. "Sam, every bit of her tits, chest, tummy, abdomen and vulva were licked continuously by the seven of us for the best part of half an hour and she was begging to cum by the end... and when she did..." "I know, I never imagined anyone could cum so hard and so long. Yeah, she probably got off lightly just passing out! So I guess we are going to this full moon gathering in three weeks and joining the group officially?" I ask. "Yes. It all sounds very, I don't know, occult doesn't it?" "Maybe pagan is a better word than occult. What Erica told us, which wasn't much: it'll be in the woods; we'll be naked -- big hardship that bit! -- and that we should bathe beforehand. Oh, and not wear makeup or perfume." "So we're going to be offerings to the Goddess Frige," concludes Meg. "I wonder how we get offered. I'll bet there's sex involved!" "You mean you hope there's sex involved!" I tease. "But given that Frige is a goddess of sex, I think it's a safe bet. Suzie told me that traditionally the woman being offered abstained from sex from sunset the day before. She said it'd be worth it." "What? Twenty four hours without jumping you? I'll be dead from excess lust and horniness!" she smiles as she finishes her toast. "Well, perhaps we'll see how it goes. If you show signs of lust poisoning I'll suck it out via your pussy." "Ooo, shit, Sam," she smiles, "I'm going to have to watch what I say on school mornings: your comebacks are getting too good and turn me on too much!" "Come on then, a shower can cool you down," I tell her as I stand and take her hand. We head to the bathroom and into the shower together where, after a few minutes of mutual soaping and rubbing, Meg decides that perhaps her pussy isn't that sore after all. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Hi darling," Meg says as she slips into the passenger seat and leans across to kiss me. It is not a lingering kiss but several of the Year Six pupils see us and I hear laughter and "Miss Dike's girlfriend" called out as they stare at us. Meg simply waves at them, smiling. I hear the back door of the car open. "Go on, in you get, Beth. Hiya Sam, Meg, sorry we're a bit slow; Bethany couldn't find her P.E. kit," Claire apologises as she and Bethany climb into the car. "Hello, Miss Sam," Bethany chirps. "No problem, Claire," I tell her. "Hello, Bethany. Can you put your seat belt on; you too darling." Meg sticks her tongue out at me as she obeys, making Bethany giggle as she sees it. "I think you're setting you pupil a bad example, Miss Dike," I tell her as I start the car and put it in gear before moving off. "Oh no, I haven't got to be Miss Dike all evening do I?" "I don't know. Would you be happier being Auntie Meg perhaps?" "I don't think so; would Auntie Sam be better than Miss Sam?" "I'm not ready to be an Auntie!" I complain. "Exactly!" Meg thinks for a minute before twisting in her seat to look at Bethany sitting behind her. "Bethany, you've only a few weeks left of school and then you'll be starting at the secondary school in town, won't you? Well, when we're out of school, I think you're old enough to call me by my first name." She reaches out to shake the girl's hand. "Hello Bethany, I'm Meg." Bethany hesitantly shakes Meg's hand and when her Mum nudges her she adds "Hello... Meg," her eyes are bright with excitement at this new freedom. "But not in school, remember just when were together as friends of your Mums." "Meg, can you call me Beth and not Bethany, please?" she asks. "Of course, Beth, if that's what you'd prefer." "Hello, Beth," I say with a brief glance at her as I drive, "I'm Sam and as I'm not your teacher you can call me that all the time," which makes her smile. The journey into town is uneventful and by half-past four we're all in Lil's Tattoos and Piercings. Lillian hugs and kisses Claire and Beth (must remember: not Bethany!) before hugging and kissing Meg and me. I look at Lillian as she turns and can picture her tattoo snaking down from her neck and across her back. It is slightly strange; yesterday we were all four of us sat around naked, kissing and touching and fingering each other at various times, Lil and Claire licking scat off our bodies... now we must just be friends, albeit close friends. I look around and see that the seat on which we saw the girl being tattooed the other day has been reconfigured and is more horizontal and couch-like. I also notice that there is a curtain that has been partially pulled that, when fully drawn across, will provide privacy from other customers and people passing the parlour door; that's a relief. Next to the couch are two chairs, Lillian's and another on which Beth has already seated herself. "So, are you both ready? Okay, who's going first?" she asks. Meg and I look at each other nervously and then cannot but laugh. "Okay," I say, "it was my idea so I'll go first." I sit on the edge of the couch "Thanks, darling," replies Meg in relief. "Just try not to scream too much or I'll be too scared to take my turn!" I hear Beth giggle. "Gee thanks for the encouragement," I reply. "It hurts more to begin with," warns Lillian, "then you'll probably go a bit numb and it won't be so bad. Right, Beth, you need to go and sit over there on the other side of the curtain and you can read your book or play on your Game Boy console thing. Are you okay with Beth being here or should I ask Claire to take her for a walk? She has been here while I've worked once before so she knows how to behave." I fix Beth with my best teacher hard stare. "I'm sure she'll behave perfectly for Meg and me, won't you Beth?" "Yes Miss... yes Sam, I will," she promises. She is such a cheerful, happy-go-lucky and kind-hearted girl and I can understand the affection Meg has for her. I smile at her. "Good girl. I guess I need to undress a bit," I say to Lillian. "You will; hang on, let me pull the curtain across. Okay, there. Now I can cover some of you with a towel while I'm working if you like." I look at Meg who's laughing, "No, that won't be necessary," I tell Lillian who smiles. "I guess not! Alright, Sam, If you can take your top and bra off and then onto the couch and I'll start getting you ready." I am cleaned and then, to my surprise, shaved. I ask Lillian how hairy does she think I am under my boobs but she assures me that this is just part of the process, wherever a tattoo is going. When she puts the stencil transfer on to my skin, I check how it looks standing in front of a mirror before Lillian starts inking. Meg and I both like the way the tattoo looks, the words curving under my boob just as I'd imagined them. Nevertheless, the idea that this will be marked permanently into my skin sends a frisson of nervous excitement through me. I settle back onto the couch trying to relax with slow, deep breaths and Meg holding my hand. It isn't as painful as I'd dreaded but I'm still very glad when it's over, even more so when Lillian finishes cleaning and anointing the finished tattoo. It looks wonderful and I feel that it is not just a sign of my relationship with Meg and all we have done together, but also a symbol of my rejection of what my life was before. "Thank you Lillian, it looks amazing!" I tell her as Meg snaps a quick photo with her phone. Lillian covers the tattoo with a dressing and before I slip into a tight running top that I hope will keep my boobs under control in lieu of a bra. Now it's time for Meg to take my place. Right from the start I can see she is having a much tougher time of it than I did, squealing and flinching. She's a little less padded over the ribs than I, which may be part of the problem but I suspect that real issue is that she is wound up like a spring and tensed against every jab of the needle. I move my chair as Lillian pauses at my signal. I sit with my face a few inches from hers as I hold her hand and stroke her cheek, calming and comforting her. "Meg, take slow, deep and gentle breaths and listen to my voice. Lillian will start again shortly but don't try to fight the pain, just let it flow past you as you listen to my voice. Okay?" "Okay, Sam love, I'll try," she sniffles tearfully. I now have to think of something to say so, of course, my mind goes blank. I also have to remember that we are not in private so there are things that I cannot say. So I tell my story, my tale of loss and redemption that she knows but never told as a tale, my voice calm, measured and relaxing; a story-telling voice. "Once upon a time there was a woman called Samantha who studied hard and became, after many years of work, a teacher of English. She loved her work, loved sharing her passion for language and stories with young people, helping them to gain the skills and enjoyment of English that would see them through their studies and onwards through life. A little while later she met a man, a handsome, kind man, and they fell in love and, in the fullness of time, they were married. Samantha loved Steve and Steve loved Samantha and they were happy together. Somehow, there was never a right time for having a child but that didn't matter to them; they had their careers and they had each other and they were content. "Samantha did well in her career: she became the deputy head of the English Department in a large school where she was liked by the students and praised for her work. Then, one day, she was asked to run the Department, just for a short while, as the Head of English was ill." Lillian had begun tattooing once more but I hold Meg's gaze as I continue to speak. "The golden happiness of Samantha's life began to fade at that point: she struggled with all the work, she became tired and run down and bad tempered. And her best friend and husband Steve, became more distant and started coming home late until, one day, he told Samantha that he didn't love her anymore and was leaving to be with another. "Samantha's life was in ruins; she stopped working, stopped living almost, as dark sadness and depression laid waste her life. However, some stood by her and helped and supported her so that, gradually, Samantha started to recover. Then a wise friend, whose name was Ruth, said to her, 'You should not stay here where there is so much to remind you of all that once was. Go, rather, to a new place where you can become whole and happy once again." "So Samantha took this sage advice and sought a new home until she came upon a village, and a cottage by the woods on the edge of that village, and Samantha's heart was lifted for she felt such peace here that she knew this was such a place her wise friend had suggested for her. "Thus it was, in time, that Samantha came to own that cottage and moved there with her books and possessions. But she also left much behind, desiring a new start in this place: Samantha became Sam and put aside the name of her useless, cheating ex-husband; she also made a vow that no longer would she just exist timidly from day to day but henceforth would experience life to the full. 'I will have a new adventure every day!' she declared. "She had just finished settling into her lovely new home when there was a knock at her door. Intrigued, for she had been in the cottage little more than a day and a night and knew no one in the village, she opened the door. There stood a radiantly beautiful woman, a woman so lovely that Sam, who had never thought that she would find a woman physically attractive, was enraptured by her beauty. And this woman, who had the mysterious and magical name of Meg, proceeded by words and deeds to demonstrate that she found Sam incredibly attractive and desirable. Sam was, not surprisingly, overwhelmed by this and not a little amazed, averring that she was not gay and therefore could not be the lover that Meg desired. "Meg, however, had fallen in love with Sam and was kind and attentive and patient. She wooed Sam first to friendship and then to a love that Sam could not deny. And when Sam, in her confusion, tried to push Meg away, Meg through her kindness and love went, despite her own aching desire for Sam. Meanwhile, in tears and perplexity, Sam sought to understand what she was feeling for Meg until she knew she had to speak with her and so ran through the rain to Meg's house, caring not that she wore only her dressing gown. "Sam met Meg, who was also tearful and sad, and tried to declare all the reasons why their love could not be. However, Meg had a deep wisdom and challenged Sam to say what it was she felt and what she desired as she looked upon Meg in her loveliness. Sam's pretence and denial were undone and Sam had to admit that what she wanted was to love Meg and to be loved by her in return. Thus it was that they became lovers, determined to share together a new adventure every day and so live happily ever after." Meg appears oblivious to Lillian's continuing work on her tattoo as her eyes gaze into mine, shining. "Sam," she says quietly, "thank you." Just then I hear a movement behind me and look round to see Beth standing open mouthed at the edge of the curtain, her cheeks glistening. Claire comes up behind her. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 05 "She's been listening to your story since you started it, Sam," explains Claire as Beth walks over to me, puts her arms around my neck and hugs me. "Was all that really true, Sam?" she asks, quietly. "All that about Steve your husband and you stopping work because you were so sad?" "Yes, Beth, it is." "And about Meg falling in love with you, and you running in the rain and, and..." "Yes, Beth," says Meg, "it's all true. Sam, you told that so... beautifully. I'm not sure that 'Meg' is neither a particularly magical or mysterious name, nor that I'm terrible wise!" she chuckles and then sucks her breath slightly as the tattooing makes itself felt. "You were wise enough to know we should be together," I reply and she concedes the point. "I think you're very wise, Meg," says Beth, "and you should write books, Sam. I loved listening to you telling your story." I lean in and kiss Beth on the forehead, "You're very sweet Beth," I tell her. "Go on, you best get back the other side of the curtain." I've spent my working life with teenagers and I've really liked some and had to do my level best not to loathe a few but as Beth walks away I feel unexpected emotions. "Meg," I whisper, "have you I ever wondered about being a parent?" "Sometimes yes but only as a dream; I mean there never was anyone serious enough in my life. Why?" she asks quietly, a hopeful gleam in her eye. "Oh, no reason in particular..." I spoke without considering that, for Meg, a child might mean a great deal. "Okay, Meg," Lillian interrupts, "I've finished the tattoo so no more pain... though Sam seems to have been doing a wonderful job distracting you." Lillian finishes cleaning the tattoo and I use Meg's phone to photograph it before the dressing is applied and Meg dresses, like me without her bra. We give Beth the choice of where to eat and to our surprise she opts for Chinese rather than the pizza I expected. Before the food arrives Beth is asking to see our tattoos; we relent and show her the photographs on Meg's phone which then, of course, requires a translation. "That's so cool!" she exclaims, loudly enough for both her mums to tell her to be less noisy in the restaurant. "But it is cool," she insists, more quietly, "the way you're taking Sam's vow and promising to live it together." She looks round at all four adults smiling at her and blushes. "Well I think it's cool," she mutters. We chat during the meal and I find my little tale has affected Claire and Lillian too; they have always been kind and friendly and even passionate towards me at Erica's gathering; now there is an added warmth and affection. Not bad for a story that was intended just to keep Meg's mind off the pain of the tattoo.   CHAPTER 21 -- Reconnecting the Past It is not a good night, for either of us; actually, it's a pretty miserable night. We were both so worried about the pain of being tattooed that we completely failed to consider the pain that followed. We are in Meg's bed but end up both needing to take painkillers and, following some advice found on the Internet, think that an icepack could help. However, there is no ice and the only thing we can find is a single pack of frozen peas so we return to bed with the peas wrapped in a tea towel. With Meg on her back and me on my front we are able to wedge the peas between us and share their soothing coldness on our tattoos. Now that the painkillers are starting to cut in, and though we cannot sleep yet, we are a little less grumpy and can rest and chat, kiss and stroke each other. Telling the fairy tale version of my story has another consequence as I realize as we talk: it has reminded me of Ruth and the other stalwart friends who supported me during those dark days and I say this to Meg. "Do you want to tell them about us?" she asks, insightfully. "Yes, I do. I feel I owe it to them to let them know how wonderfully it's all worked out." This makes Meg smile. "But... I don't know what to do. I can't just phone them or send them an email and just say that I met a woman and she's my girlfriend and lover... they'll think I've gone mad! Or worse, it'll be 'Oh, she's just on the rebound from the divorce and some woman's taken advantage of her when she's vulnerable and depressed,' like those two women in the shop thought I'd done to you." "Okay... so do you want to visit them?" "I need to see them face to face, certainly. Meg, I also want them to meet you; would you come with me?" "Of course I will my darling! Do we get to see London?" "Well, suburban Greater London; sorry, we wouldn't be walking past Trafalgar Square to see my friends, I'm afraid. Crystal Palace Park isn't too far away; that's the one with the Victorian life-sized models of dinosaurs in it, if you wanted to be a tourist." "It's not being a tourist, really. I just want us to do things together. A picnic in that park would be nice, just the two of us, if there was time. We could stay overnight, couldn't we?" "I'll need to contact Ruth first and see what I can sort out." "How many people do you want to see?" Meg asks, yawning slightly. I look at the clock and it's nearly one in the morning. "Well, Ruth and her husband Tom; Janet and Roy, they're another couple; Sally James, she was a colleague and friend from the school, and maybe Tina; she was originally an old friend of Steve's from his University days but she and I became good friends. The only trouble is that she'll probably tell Steve about us." "Is that a bad thing? He'll probably find out eventually and at least you'd have some idea what Tina might say to him." "That's very true. You're not just a beautiful face are you my love?" "No, I'm also very sleepy and my tit is frozen from those peas! Shall we try and get some sleep?" "We should," I agree as Meg evicts the packet of peas, tossing them onto the floor. "Night, night, darling." "Sleep well, Sam darling," Meg replies, kissing me softly before rolling onto her side. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We are both a little tired the next morning but grateful that we did both manage some sleep eventually. We follow Lillian's tattoo aftercare instructions to the letter, carefully washing, drying and applying ointment. Meg applies a dressing and I help her into a tight tee shirt in place of her bra. "Well, it's a good job you don't work in a secondary school," I tell her, "with the jiggle and bounce on those boobies without a bra and you'd have most of the lads drooling. A few of the girls too, I should think!" "She slaps my arm playfully, "I am wearing a blouse over the top too," she retorts but she knows that I'm right. "You're lucky, you can stay topless all day, naked even. Just don't tell me while I'm at school, okay?" she warns and I agree. "At least the tattoo's not so bad this morning. It just feels a bit like a burn now: it's sore and stings but it's not really painful." "Take some paracetamol with you for later and don't forget you ought to wash it and re-dress it at lunchtime." "Yes, Mum!" she teases and I open my mouth to reply when she hastily adds, "No! I like you being so concerned and caring. God, I'm so in love with you, Sam." "Same here. Come on, let me make a mess in your kitchen and get you some breakfast." Meg looks at me strangely. "You don't mean scat for breakfast, do you? I don't think that's a good idea when we have to keep the tattoos clean and the time..." I laugh. "No! I just meant that I'd cook you some scrambled egg and bacon; I wasn't thinking of scat on toast, although..." I smile as I feel my nipples telegraphing my arousal at the thought and when I look at Meg. I can see the same arousal through her shirt and blouse. "Fuck, just thinking of eating scat on slices of toast is making me horny! Definitely something to try in the future, don't you think?" she asks, as she licks her lips. "Absolutely, but you're right: not today, unfortunately." I clear the breakfast things away after Meg leaves for school and I try to decide how to contact Ruth and what I'm going to say. The trouble is that Ruth seems to know instinctively what to say to make me spill all my innermost secrets and I don't want to do that over the phone. I wonder why I feel that so strongly? Then I realize what it is: I want to see her reaction and know what she, and my other old friends, really think about my going over to, what was it Lillian called it? Ah yes, the Dyke Side. So it looks like email is the way to go to avoid spilling the beans; that just leaves how to explain Meg being with me... I mull it over as I head upstairs where I step into a skirt and slip on a blouse that I do not bother to button up. I make the bed and tidy up, retrieving the now thawed frozen peas, before picking up my clothes from yesterday. A few minutes later I pull Meg's front door closed and head along the lane towards my house. As I pass her gate I see Katie coming out of her door closely followed by Bex. "Morning," I call to them. I see a worried look cross Katie's face before she registers it's me but Bex just grins and waves. "Sorry, Sam, you startled me," apologises Katie as she comes towards me. "Your guilty look tells me what you two have been up to," I tease her. She looks worried and then smiles. "Yes, okay," she confesses, "it's the first time Bex has stayed overnight. I thought now you and Meg are part of the group it would be safe for us to be together; you made me jump though. You do know that you're blouse is open don't you? And... no bra?" "Oh!" exclaims Bex, "You and Meg were getting your tattoos yesterday weren't you? Can I see?" "Okay," I say and hand Katie the clothes I'm carrying before turning and holding open the left side of my blouse. "Cool! That looks really good; Lil's so clever," Bex says. "It does look good," agrees Katie. "How's it feeling?" "It's not too bad now," I reply, letting the blouse close, "but we were both bloody uncomfortable last night. We ended up sharing a pack of frozen peas as an icepack." "So was that your adventure for yesterday? Share a pack of frozen peas." teases Katie. "No! Getting the tattoo was yesterday's adventure. Sharing the frozen peas at one a.m. was today's adventure, obviously!" I respond, smiling. "Good to get it out of the way early, I presume, then the rest of the day's your own," she jokes. This is a side of Katie I've not seen before, a much more fun side that I much prefer to the wry and slightly cynical façade she normally presents. She turns slightly and kisses Bex deeply before turning and handing me my clothes as she kisses me on the lips. "Right, sexy girls, I've got to go and meet a plumber about a broken toilet in the Village Hall. Try not to have more fun than me!" and she walks off with a wave. "She was in a very happy mood this morning," I comment to Bex who grins cheekily. "Yeah, we had a lot of fun," she hesitates, "I think we're going to miss each other when I go off to Uni. Getting closer right now probably wasn't the smartest idea, was it?" I shift the clothes in my arms. "Do you want to come over for a cup of tea -- no, hot chocolate, isn't it? -- so we can keep talking?" She happily agrees and we head into my house. As I open the front door I see a folded piece of paper on the floor just inside. I step over it and place the clothes on the bottom step of the stairs before turning back and retrieving the piece of paper. Unfolding it I find it's a handwritten note: A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 05 "You sound like a teacher I used to have!" "That's more or less what Bex said," I laugh. "Here, I emailed my friend Ruth today and she replied just before you got in." I turn the laptop so she can read the email I sent and Ruth's reply. "How's your tattoo feeling?" I ask her as she reads. "Still sore but better," she replies, distractedly. "I think Ruth suspects something." "What, about us?" "Yes. That comment about betting that I'll accompany you: she suspects your news has something to do with me and, well, what's the obvious conclusion if a woman tells you she has a 'special friend'? And that post script; do you want to bet their spare room has a double bed?" "It has," I confirm, "I stayed there a few nights when the bastard first left and I was really low." "So, accepting her offer would be admitting that we're a couple." I have to agree that Meg is probably right. "Oh," adds Meg, "and your email address is bloody brilliant; I love it! Perhaps I should get a new account with the name MegaDike or similar." "Or how about 'MegaDikeCumming'..." I hesitate, realizing that I've just suggested her taking my name. "Er... that is..." "Don't worry Sam," she says gently, "maybe one day, eh?" She squeezes my hand. "So, are we going on Saturday?" "Yes, if you're okay with that." "Of course I am. Now, hurry up and reply and then maybe we can find a hotel to stay in on Saturday night." I dash of a quick response: yes, Saturday would be fantastic and at whatever time suited you, Tom and the others; thanks for the offer of the room but we'd sort out our own accommodation and thank you for not discussing what my news might be with the others. I send the email and then curse myself. "What's up?" asks Meg. "No, it's not much; I just told Ruth that 'we'd sort out accommodation'. That sort of implies that you're here with me and that you're definitely coming. If Ruth is onto us then that will only help confirm her suspicions. Oh well..." I sigh. "Alright, let's find a hotel. Do you want to search and I'll get on with cooking at the same time." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It's a grey early Saturday morning as I open the boot of the car and Meg lifts in our small suitcase. Our tattoos have been healing well, but mine has begun to itch like hell under the scabs that have formed. The itching is almost worse than the pain but I try to be stalwart and obey Lillian's instructions that, under no circumstances, should I scratch the tattoo or pick at the scabs. Meg was very happy when I told her that making love this morning really helped distract me from the itching. "Ready for our little adventure, my darling?" I ask just before I start the car. "I certainly am, my love, as always," she replies and off we go. As we head towards London the weather seems to be improving until, as we near the M25 motorway, the sun breaks through. The weather may be getting better but the same cannot be said of the traffic and I can understand Meg's view that she'd hate living somewhere so busy. The traffic doesn't get much better when we turn off the M25 and head into London and I curse myself for not remembering how bad Saturday traffic could be. Eventually, just before one o'clock, I find somewhere to park in a side street close to Crystal Palace Park. Out of the car I indulge in the luxury of a long stretch as Meg looks around at the tall, Victorian houses lining the street. Hand in hand we walk until we find a gate into the park where we wander. "Where are the dinosaurs?" Meg asks. "I'm not sure," I admit. "They're around a lake, if I recall, and away from where the Crystal Palace itself used to stand so... downhill I think." We come across a maze that I don't remember ever encountering before and spend an hour getting lost and finding ourselves as young kids come rushing past shrieking and laughing. Walking arm in arm we receive a few second glances, the occasional intrigued look and one or two disapproving stares that we resolutely ignore. Happily, we find a café in the park, though the food isn't brilliant. However, we sit out in the sun with tea and disappointing sandwiches, watching the world go by. To make up for the sandwiches Meg pops back into the café and comes out with two ice creams that taste much better. I push my chair back and rub my stomach. "You know, I really am going to have to get back into regular exercise," I tell Meg and, catching the mischievous gleam in her eye, I lean forward and whisper, "And not just the exercise we get between the sheets, you saucy girl!" "I'm all for runs in the woods," she replies quietly, "as long as we get to share toilet breaks!" I notice that her cheeks are as pink as mine feel at the thought. "Come on," I say firmly, "let's go and distract ourselves with some dinosaurs." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I put the handbrake on and turn off the engine as we arrive outside Ruth's and Tom's house. "We're a bit early," observes Meg, "it's only twenty-five to six." "I know, but Ruth did say that whenever we arrived would be okay. Meg, I need a drink but can you not let me drink too much as there's a bit of a drive to the hotel so I need to go easy." I say as we climb out of the car. "Okay, but we could get a cab to the hotel if we had to," she points out. "True. Oh hell, let's go in. Remember, best behaviour and no hand-holding, cuddles or kisses until we tell them, okay." Meg looks across the car roof at me and nods. "Okay... but I'll bet Ruth notices something, just like Karen did at the dance with the way I looked at you." Standing on the front step I ring the doorbell and the door is quickly opened by Ruth who smiles warmly. "Sam, hello, it's so lovely to see you again! You're looking very well; the country air obviously suits you. And you must be Meg; please come in, both of you." She kisses my cheek and squeezes my hand before turning to Meg and kissing her cheek. "It's very nice to meet you Meg and you're very welcome. It's wonderful to know that Sam has such a close friend in Frehurst already." "It's very nice to meet you too Ruth," Meg replies, "Sam has spoken about how much you and your husband helped her when things went bad for her." "Well, I've known Samantha a long time and I am very fond of her. Come on through into the sitting room." Ruth leads the way, opening the door and beckoning us through. As I round the door there is a cacophony of voices calling 'Samantha!' 'Hello!' and 'Welcome back!' There in front of me are Tom and the four others I asked Ruth to invite. Meg and I are so startled, however, that we instinctively draw together and our hands brush. "I... um, thank you all. Ruth, you rat, you could have warned us," I smile as I recover from the shock. "And spoil the surprise? Anyway, everyone wanted to be here to welcome you. Let me introduce everyone to Meg," she raises her voice to address the group, "everyone, this is Sam's friend Meg from the village she's moved to and Meg, this is Tom, my husband, Roy and Janet Tunstall, Tina Murray and Sally James. Now, may I fix you both a drink?" "Two dry white wines, please," I answer for both of us and Ruth heads out of the door. Immediately we are surrounded and I'm being hugged and kissed while Meg is having her hand shaken or her cheek kissed. Tom ushers us through the patio doors into the garden where there is enough space and seating for everyone. Finally, we are all settled and Meg and I are the focus of everyone's interest and questions. I tell them that Frehurst is a lovely place and my cottage is perfect, that I'm very happy there and that I'm getting to know the neighbours very well. Meg gives a little snort of suppressed laughter at this last comment that she hastily converts into a pretend cough. I realize that my hope that there would be a way to naturally introduce my new relationship and sexual orientation into the conversation was utterly deluded and that, at some point, I'm going to have just come out with it. I take a large gulp of wine as Dutch courage and inhale deeply. "Listen, everyone," I say as I look around the group. All are seated, gazing at me with interest, apart from Ruth who is stood behind the others and a little to the right, a knowing look on her face. "I asked Ruth to invite you all so that I could see you and talk to you now that I have come through... well, the shit storm that almost wrecked me completely. It would have destroyed me utterly had it not been for the six of you who, in all your various ways, helped me to weather the worst and to begin to rebuild my life afterwards. There aren't words to say how grateful I am but I owe each and every one of you a profound debt: thank you, thank you, thank you. "While you all helped me to survive and to begin to rebuild my life, it was Ruth who saw that I needed to move away to escape the ties and memories of the past. I knew that she was right and that, in moving somewhere new, I had the chance to change my life and live differently, to experience more of what life had to offer; basically, to be more adventurous. "I know what you're thinking: 'How much adventure can you have in a quiet country village?' right?" There are chuckles and nods. "Yes, me too; I was mainly hoping to avoid becoming stuck in another rut and missing out on the fun in life. However, it seems that there is actually quite a lot of adventure to be had... "For example, in the middle of that first and unbearably hot night, when you cannot sleep, you can go downstairs and open the back door, hoping for cooler air, even though your nightdress is in a heap on the bedroom floor from where you removed it earlier trying to cool down. Then, of course, in that same state of dress, or rather undress, you can walk out into garden..." I smile at the shocked look from some of my friends. "Or then again," I continue, "when a neighbour calls on you, a very attractive and flirtatious neighbour, rather than taking offence or being shy you can, instead, flirt back and even agree to accompany them to a village dance that same evening and end up slow dancing with them." "Ooo, Samantha!" Tina calls out, "Who is he? Is he a farmer" I ignore the interruption and continue. "You can let new people into your life, be open to new experiences and be honest to yourself about your own feelings and emotions. Finally, you can take the risk to embark on a new relationship, despite the experiences of the past and your own beliefs and ideas about yourself and, above all, regardless of the gender of the person with whom you've fallen in love." I glance across and Ruth's knowing smile has become a rather self-satisfied grin as she nods encouragingly to me. The expressions on the faces of my other friends range from confusion to a dawning understanding and, in Sally's case and somewhat worryingly, something between anger and disappointment. "Sorry, this is my roundabout way to come to the point: I am in a relationship and one I never expected." I reach over and take Meg's hand and squeeze it tight. "Meg is my girlfriend." I look from face to face, expecting either stunned silence or cries of outrage. What we get is Ruth saying, "Congratulations to you both. Meg, you seem to have made Sam very happy." Even as she's speaking Sally stands up and walks from the garden into the house in silence. "So... you're, like, lesbian girlfriends?" asks Tom, hesitantly. "Yes, Tom, and," I feel my cheeks redden and burn, "yes, it is a physical relationship and so, yes, I'm a lesbian." "Surely you're bisexual?" protests Tina, "You were in a relationship with Steve for nearly ten years and married for eight, for goodness sake!" "I suppose that's technically correct," I admit, "but that's not how I feel. This isn't just some reaction against what happened with Steve, some anti-male protest or a little experiment with homosexuality to satisfy my curiosity. I simply fell in love with Meg, though I fought against it and the idea that I was anything other than straight." "So is it just Meg you are attracted to then?" asks Janet. "It's Meg that I'm in love with but, well, I find other women physically attractive too. I think coming to terms with the fact that I was attracted to and in love with Meg has helped me accept that I find some women attractive. I think probably that I always have but would never let myself admit that attraction." The discussion continues and gradually Meg is included as the others ask for her side of our love story. She admits to flirting with me from the moment I opened the door that Saturday and how she'd seen me, and fallen for me, even before I moved in. I don't know exactly how my friends feel about my revelation; Tom seems ambivalent and Tina distinctly sceptical, as if this is all some stunt aimed at Steve. Ruth is the most positive and, as far as I can tell, is genuinely pleased for me, while Janet and Roy, though surprised, accept my new sexuality, though this isn't too surprising as their eldest son came out as gay a few years ago. Throughout this, I am very conscious of Sally's absence as she has still not returned. I excuse myself, saying I need to use the loo, and head back into the house where I go looking for Sally. I find her sat on the bottom step of the staircase, head bowed. "Sally," I say gently, "are you alright?" "Why didn't you tell me you were bisexual or gay or whatever?" she asks with a catch in her voice as if she's on the edge of tears. When she looks up I can see her eyes are red and her mascara blurred from crying. "Sally, I... I didn't know I was, not until I met Meg." "It's so unfair! I've loved...wanted..." she sniffs, "Almost since the day I came to work at the school and met you I've fancied you, had such a crush on you... Can a woman in her thirties have a crush on someone? But I couldn't say anything because you seemed so happily married. Then when Steve left I thought, when you were over him and not so down, that I would be able to say something to you, to see if maybe... but you moved away. When Ruth said you were coming back to visit I though this evening might be my chance, but no..." she now begins to cry, sobbing as tears flow. I sit on the step and put my arm around her shoulder. "Sally, I'm so sorry. I never knew or even suspected that you were gay. I certainly never thought that you felt anything other than friendship for me." "Would it have mattered if I'd told you?" I pause before I answer. "Honestly? No... certainly not before Steve left. I suspect that it could have threatened our friendship; the old Samantha Dowler was not as open and accepting as Sam Cummings is." I smile and squeeze her shoulders. "And if you hadn't met Meg? If you'd come back alone today and I'd, I don't know, flirted with you, hugged you or sat close to you, whatever... would you, might you have responded?" "Oh Sally, I really don't know. When Meg did things like that, made me feel feelings that I thought I shouldn't have towards another woman, I really, really struggled against it. I kept telling myself I wasn't gay. I even tried avoiding her," I laugh, "but that lasted all of one evening: I missed being with her too much." "So you don't find me attractive like her?" "Sally, you're very pretty and attractive but Meg came after me like, I don't know, a woman on a mission, almost like her life depended on it." "I don't think she loved you any more than I did..." "I don't know, Sally, but I know how much I love Meg..." "I know.... I know..." she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "We could have been good together, you know." "Perhaps, but for us to be together I needed to change first and for that I had to go away. Sally, I think, somehow, I was supposed to move to Frehurst; it felt so right the first time I visited it was as if I was being drawn there. And Meg says she fell I love with me seeing me walking along the lane on my phone, talking to Ruth after my first viewing of the house. I think what I'm saying is that Meg and I are supposed to be together." "And you and I aren't. I get it... I think I even accept it, just about. I'm not happy about it though." She sighs, a deep, shuddering sigh. "I guess I missed the window of opportunity with you, didn't I?" "Yeah, 'fraid so." I kiss her on the forehead but I don't say what I'm thinking: that there never really was such a window for her. "I'm sure there's someone who's just perfect for you and you'll meet her one day." "Thanks, Samantha, um, Sam, sorry. Perhaps I should talk to Meg and get some flirting tips." She manages a slight smile." "Yeah, she is a bit of a flirtation ninja!" I agree. "Hello, you two, are you both okay?" Ruth asks as she discovers us on the stairs. I glance at Sally who, while a mess from her crying, seems much more at peace. "Um, yes, I think so. We've just been discussing things that might have been, that's all." Ruth gives us an appraising look, noting, no doubt, my arm still across Sally's shoulders, her head resting lightly against mine. "You mean Sally and you... no, Sally wanted you and her to get together..." "Do you have to be so fucking insightful all the time?" Sally demands angrily. "Yes, I'm gay; yes, I fancied Samantha and yes, I know now that a relationship with her is not going to happen! Happy now?" She jumps to her feet. "I think I'd better go." "Sally, no, don't go like this," I plead, grasping her hand. "You're still my friend, I hope, and I'd like to spend the evening with you along with the others." "I'm sorry, Sally," Ruth is clearly upset, "that was unbelievably insensitive of me. Please forgive me for being such an insufferable smart arse? What Sam told us this evening must have been so difficult for you. If you really need to go, then I can tell the others you were unwell or something but I hope you can stay." "God, I'm making such a fool of myself, aren't I?" Sally moans, her tears returning. "No," Ruth reassures her as she pulls her in to a hug, "I think Sam's announcement has come as a shock to us all but for you it must be horrible. I wish I'd known how you felt, Sally; I had a suspicion of what Sam was going to say from her email." "Yes, Meg thought you did from your reply," I tell her as I stand and hug Sally from behind. Ruth and I hold her for a few minutes as she calms down before gently releasing her. "Thank you, both of you, and I'm sorry for my temper, Ruth. I will stay but I need to clean up and fix my makeup and I could really use a drink!" "What would you like?" I ask "Um, a bottle of lager, please." I nod and head off. I detour out into the garden first and find Meg, obviously a little uncomfortable and left out of the conversation between the other four. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her as I kiss her cheek. "Hello, gorgeous. Sorry for abandoning you: I got caught up talking to Sally." "Is she alright?" "Yeah, there were just some things she wanted to talk about. I need to fetch her a drink; can I get you one?" I ask Meg. "I'll come with you," she replies. In the kitchen I tell her what happened with Sally but Meg just smiles. "Now do you accept that you're cute, sexy and desirable? It's not just me." "Come on, Meg, it's hard on Sally." "I could just say 'You snooze, you lose' but," she holds up her hand as she sees I'm about to protest, "I know she was caring for you and not wanting to take advantage when you were down. Still, she could have told you she was gay; I think it would have only been a matter of time before you realized that you are attracted to women. Sam, look, I know this is hard on her but a selfish part of me is bloody glad she never said anything to you." I wrap my arms around her. "You say the sweetest things, Meg darling," I tell her and kiss her hard. "Oops, sorry ladies," I hear Roy's voice and it makes us both jump. A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 06 This sixth and final part of the story of Sam and her new life and I hope you have enjoyed it so far. I can honestly say that when I began writing this story I had no idea that it would be so long or all that Sam and Meg would get up to! This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1 to 5; Part 1 and the start of Sam's tale can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 A sixth 'thank you' goes to Winterreisser for his thorough and diligent editing and for correcting my ever-present typos and mistakes. My thanks and love to Kat as well for her inspiration, advice, feedback and encouragement that helped and motivated me throughout. FAIR WARNING: While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization), it does contain pee play and VERY strong scat (shit) play in this and later parts. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that! After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it and the series as a whole; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be wonderful to hear what you think of it, especially if I am to consider writing more stories featuring pee and scat. I hope you enjoy the story. ================================================= CHAPTER 22 - Confessions and a Cure for Boredom It's very early Thursday morning and I'm awake as the birds outside go ballistic with the dawn chorus. Meg lies asleep next to me, lying on her side in a semi-foetal position, her bum pressed against my hip. The tattoo looks fully healed and every time I see it I feel a gentle, warm surge of love for her. These last two weeks have been calmer, less crammed with new, intense experiences, but an adventure each day, nonetheless; the adventure of two friends and lovers building a life together. We did stay with Ruth and Tom that night, though Meg didn't have to get me drunk and carry me to bed; making a complete arse of myself in front of friends is an adventure I'm always happy to avoid! I was a little delicate the next morning though but since Meg, Ruth and Tom were in a similar state no one could point the finger. We left the five of them with an open invitation should they ever want to come and visit and I feel that I have connected the new me with my past self. On the way home Meg and I talked about our living arrangements. Meg pointed out that it's mad to have two houses but only ever use one at a time. She admitted that she would love to move into my cottage, "Not just because it's got you there; I've always thought it was the nicest of the five cottages on the Lane." However, I was nervous about her giving up her home so for the time being we've simply closed up her house and she has moved most of her clothes and possessions into Number Five. I look again at my girlfriend - god how I love calling her that - and remember that tomorrow night is the full moon and we're to join our friends, the Women of Friga, in the woods for the initiation or welcoming ceremony where we're to be the 'offering', somehow. Shit! We're supposed to abstain from sex from sunset tonight: I am definitely jumping on Meg as soon as she wakes up. I look at the clock: a quarter past five and I know that I won't get back to sleep. I feel a slight heaviness inside and I remember that misunderstanding a couple of weeks ago that led to the idea of scat on toast and how much that had turned Meg on. A wonderful plan hatches in my head and so I slip out of bed to head down stairs. It's still a little early so I turn on my laptop and check my emails. There is an email from Sally from yesterday evening talking about a new teacher, Mia, who has not long started as a Maths teacher and who is, according to Sally, 'seriously cute'. More importantly, Sally has caught Mia looking at her several times and yesterday decided, in her words, 'to do a Meg' and winked at her. The resulting blush was 'unbelievably sexy' and she went over to apologise, telling Mia that she couldn't resist the wink because Mia is so cute! The two of them are going out for a drink together on Friday night. I send a reply, congratulating Sally both for her courage in acting and for her "Meg-grade flirting" and hoping that her date goes well. The rest of the emails are dull, but a couple need action and they fill in the time until I need to begin preparing breakfast, when I put the laptop away. I begin by slicing some bread and toasting it as I make tea. I also take out a pint glass and, on an impulse, a jar of chocolate spread. Once it's all done I load up a tray with the tea, the toast in a rack, plates, knives, chocolate spread and the glass and carry it all from the kitchen. "Morning Meg, my darling," I call out as I climb the stairs so that Meg is opening her eyes as I enter the bedroom. Her face lights up as she sees me with the tray. "Oh fab, breakfast in bed; I do love you." I place the tray on the bed and she reaches for a piece of toast. "Oh, no, just wait a moment my darling; this is a special breakfast," I tell her as I take one of the plates and place it on the bed and pick up the pint glass. I turn around and bend slightly, positioning my bum over the plate as I hold the glass under my pussy. I can see from the excited look on Meg's face that she's guessed what's coming and I can feel my pussy is wet with the same anticipation. I push down and feel my bum hole opening so I bend a little more, exposing my gaping bud to Meg's sight as she licks her lips. I begin to shit and a long, thin turd descends to curl into a rough loop on the plate before a steady stream of pee tinkles into the glass, three quarters filling it. I place the plate of shit and glass of pee on the tray next to the toast and chocolate spread and pass her a plate and knife. "I thought you might like some shit on toast for breakfast before we make mad, passionate love," I tell her. "Fuck, this is so deliciously kinky!" she exclaims as she takes a piece of toast and uses the knife to cut a lump off the turd and spread it on the toast as I do the same. I take a bite and close my eyes as I chew and savour it. The familiar rich, dark, earthy bitterness flavour is there but the toast adds to and compliments the taste and a lovely crunchy chewiness. "Oh god, that's so good!" says Meg as she swallows. "I'm going to try with the chocolate spread too," as she spoons dollops of the spread onto each of our plates. If the shit on toast was good, the addition of the chocolate makes it something else. "That's fucking delicious!" I gasp. "Wow! Can we have this every day?" she laughs, grabbing a second piece of toast and spreading a thin layer of chocolate and a thick smear of shit whilst I do the same. I take a long sip of pee and hand the glass to Meg when she holds her hand out. We eat and drink hungrily, devouring our filthy breakfast, the smell of the shit and pee mingling with that of toast and our increasing arousal. The toast and pee are gone and there is just a single, short length of the turd left on the plate. I bend down and pick up the last of the shit with my mouth and after placing the tray on the floor, pull my lover in for a deep, shit filled kiss that continues as we tumble together on the bed, our hands touching and caressing. Meg rolls me onto my back and straddles me before bending down and suckling on my nipple. When she releases it there is a brown ring imprinted over the aureole. It makes me smile but I am concerned. "I know the tattoos are almost healed but we should still be careful," I tell her and she nods, "and anyway, I really want to eat you for dessert!" "Sixty-nine it is then," she replies, "'coz I want dessert too." I love being under Meg in this position and I tingle in anticipation as her vulva swings over me, her inner lips are already swollen, red, wet and protruding. The scent and sight of her is intoxicating as my hands grasp her hips, guiding her closer. I begin lapping and kissing the soft flesh either side of her love channel. I want to try for a slow build up but the first thing Meg does is to clamp her mouth over my anal ring and drill her tongue into the tight pucker, rimming me clean. "Nnnn fuck!" I gasp at the feeling. So much for slow and gentle! My tongue moves and I begin to lick and suck her labia; having someone sigh with pleasure as they tongue your bum is an amazing sensation! I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to begin rubbing her g-spot as I lick the top of her pussy, lightly brushing her clit. She hasn't peed this morning so I have plans... Her mouth also switches to pussy licking and I know that my orgasm will not be long in coming. She begins by licking along my cunny before pushing her tongue inside me, in and out as her chin pressed and rubbed my clit delightfully. I can feel my breath quicken with the excitement and I can feel the warm trickle of my excitement across my perineum. I can feel Meg's vaginal muscles twitch and spasm with her approaching climax so I redouble my efforts with tongue and fingers. Meg ceases tongue fucking me but my disappointment is brief and she starts attending to my clit as I have been to hers. I am so very close now and her finger penetrating the slick pucker of my anus is enough to tip me over the edge. My world is swamped with the orgasm cascading through me and I can do nothing but ride the pleasure. As I come back to myself I redouble my loving of Meg, my fingers plunging deeply and my tongue swirling and gyrating over her love button, making her gasp and groan. I feel her hips buck and tremble and I press my open mouth over the top of her slit in eager anticipation as my fingers are clamped tight. She gives an incoherent shout as - oh heaven! - my mouth is flooded with hot, salty pee mingled with the flavours of her pussy's juices and I gulp hungrily, determined to drink her every drop. I dribble a little and, of course, the last mouthful is for sharing as Meg slips off me and crawls round to cuddle and share a deep, pee-filled kiss. "You deliberately made me squirt pee when I came, didn't you, you kinky girl?" she says as our kiss ends. "Well, I knew you hadn't peed this morning, so I sort of hoped..." I smile, "Are you complaining?" "Of course not; it felt wonderful!" she tickles my ribs. "Come on, let's go and shower." It is now late morning and I have to admit that I'm bored. The house is tidy, the washing done and Meg has been at work for several hours and I am completely at a loose end. The anticipation of tomorrow night probably isn't helping but the truth is I'm not cut out to stay at home and be a housewife. I'm going to have to find something to interest and occupy me. I could at least start running regularly and resolve that tomorrow I will go for a run rather than stay at home climbing the walls in tedium. In the meantime I decide to walk into the village, almost ridiculously grateful that we need some bread and milk. The day is a fairly typical, slightly disappointing summer's day: warmish but cloudy and hazy, meaning that sunshine only appears in brief bursts. However, the walk is pleasant enough and I'm soon at the Village Store. I say hi to Nathan as I enter and his eyes immediately look across the shop. Following his gaze I see Sue Williams and understand the slightly anxious look on his face after our previous encounter. However, my mind goes back to the note she wrote a couple of weeks ago and to which I never replied. I watch as she turns and sees me, immediately looking away. Of course: she must think that I'm still angry with her because I've never responded to her apology. I take a step towards her. "Ms Williams," I call, feeling guilty for not answering her letter but unsure of what exactly I should say. She looks at me as I continue, "Look, I'm sorry I didn't reply to your letter and, well, let me thank you for your apology and, yes, I forgive you." "Thank you, Ms Cummings. I shouldn't have said what I did that day." I nod. "I wish I could take it back..." she says quietly and she seems genuinely upset and contrite. "Look, okay, you can't take it back but we can try starting again." I hold out my hand. "Hello, I'm Sam Cummings, but please call me Sam," I say. "Hello, Sam," she replies, shaking my hand, "Susannah Williams but most call me Sue." She hesitates. "Um, I meant what I said in the note: I would like to talk to you. Are you free to come to the tea room for half an hour after you've shopped?" "Well, I'm only buying bread and milk and I'm sure that they won't sell out of those in the next half hour so I'm free whenever, Sue." "Okay, let me just pay for these and we can go," and she takes her basket to the counter where I stand beside her. "So you two have made up then?" asks Nathan and we confirm that we have. "Look, Miss Williams, I hope that my comment about you and Mrs Jones getting off together didn't offend you too much. I shouldn't really say something like that to customers but, well, poor Sam..." "Cathleen was livid, I have to say, and she's vowed not to shop here again. I was a bit offended at the time but after... well, it was a very clever comment, Nathan, and you're right; we were wrong for talking about Sam like that." "Yeah, I've not seen Mrs Jones since. I'm glad it didn't cost me two customers, Miss Williams. That's eight pounds ninety please." We leave the shop and head into the tea room. There are a couple I don't recognise that Sue tells me are visitors staying at one of the Bed and Breakfasts in the village. "This place wouldn't survive without them and the occasional sightseer, cyclist or walker," she comments as she leads the way to a table at the back; the same table, I can't help remembering, at which Meg and I joined Claire, Lillian and Bex on that day when I wiped Meg's bum, fled in confusion and finally ended up in bed with her. The recollection makes me smile. "Happy thoughts?" Sue asks. "Er, yes. The only time I've been here I sat at this table with Meg. It was that evening that we, um, got together." She nods and bites her lip, nervously. She is about to say something when the waitress comes up to take our order. "A pot of tea and a cheese scone, please. Sam, what would you like? It's my treat, I insist." "Tea and cheese scone sounds lovely," I reply, "thank you." The waitress leaves and Sue takes a deep breath. "Sam, I know that I've apologised and you've very graciously accepted my apology. After what happened in the store I felt guilty and I prayed a great deal about it. I knew I had to ask your forgiveness for my spiteful words but from my praying it seems I must be honest and explain a bit more about myself. There are only one or two people I've ever said this to so... no, this is my penance and I cannot insist that you keep this in confidence, much as I hope you will." I am intrigued with where this is going and I have no desire to cause Sue any hardship. "Sue, what you tell me today I shall not repeat, even to Meg, without your permission." "Oh... yes, Meg. I can't insist on you not telling her, can I?" "It would be hard. However, I will swear her to secrecy if I tell her, okay?" "Thank you. Um. As you probably gathered from Nathan calling me 'Miss Williams' I am rather the spinster of the parish; the subject of some pity, some mockery and just a dash of suspicion as to why I've never married." "You've never met the right man?" I suggest, "Or perhaps you have no great interest in an intimate relationship?" "Indeed, both are definite possibilities, though there is another that I'm sure must have occurred to you." I lower my voice, "Yes: you might be lesbian." She nods, her eyes downcast. "You mean, that is the reason? You're gay?" "Yes, at least I know that I'm attracted to women but I also deeply believe that it is wrong, sinful; making love, sex, is supposed to be between a man and a woman, not two men or two women." "So you think Meg and I are sinners?" "Sam, I believe we are all sinners, in our own ways. Yes, you and Meg sleeping together is a sin, I believe. However, that is between you and God. My gossiping about you was un-Christian as was my hypocrisy in pretending not to understand the attraction you two feel for each other and my jealousy too. They are my sins. I know why I spoke as I did: I was afraid that if I showed any compassion or understanding then Cathleen would suspect me of being gay and speak of her suspicions to others. It has been hard living alone and fighting the way I feel; I could not bear all that I've sacrificed to be for nothing." "Sue, you don't have to answer this but... have you ever slept with another woman?" She hesitates and that alone allows me to guess the answer. We both eat and drink until, eventually, she replies. "Yes, once... That's what made what I said to you so hypocritical." "What happened?" I cannot help asking, intrigued. She looks at me before deciding to tell me. "I was at an old school friend's wedding and I was sat next to a woman; we both knew no one but the bride so we chatted all afternoon. She was staying in the same hotel as me and, well, we... ended up spending the night together. She apologised the next morning saying it was a mistake as she already was already in a relationship. I was hurt and relieved..." Her eyes are wet with tears. "It is my most guilty and most wonderful memory. How mad is that?" I can feel tears prickling my eyes too. "No, not mad but conflicted. It's your heart saying one thing and your head another." I tell her, disarmed by her openness. "That was incredibly candid of you and I can understand a little of how you feel. I never felt that gay relationships or sex were wrong but I struggled to accept that I was gay. You seem to have it the other way around: you know that you're homosexual but believe that it's wrong." "Looks like we're exact opposites, and yet... I like you as a person, Sam. You were very brave that first time we met and now I see you're also kind, forgiving and intelligent. I'm not sure we can exactly be friends but I've enjoyed talking to you." "Same here; and we can certainly be friendly, if not friends. Thank you for making the apology and for the tea and scone." "My pleasure and thank you for your forgiveness. Well, I had better get on." She stands. "Have a good afternoon and my regards to Meg... I have seen you walking together and you both look very happy together," she adds, a little wistfully. "Oh we are, very happy. You have a good afternoon too," I tell her as I also stand. I place my hand upon her arm. "Sue, if you ever meet someone, a woman, and you feel something and think, maybe you and her... well, I don't think that being gay stops anyone from being a good Christian. I'm just saying." I smile at her and she smiles back. "Thank you, but I think at my age the boat has probably sailed as far as relationships are concerned, so I may never have the temptation. Maybe that's just as well." "Sue, I know your dress style is, well, typical of a much, much older woman, you must be about my age. What are you? Forty? Forty-two?" "I'm, um thirty-eight, actually." "Bloody hell, woman, you're younger than I am! Don't tell me that it's too late for temptation!" I hesitate. "Er, sorry, that probably wasn't a good or kind thing to say, was it? I don't mean to try and undermine your beliefs, Sue, really. It's just... there's a lot of years ahead being on your own." "I know, Sam," she replies quietly. "Look, I know what you say is out of compassion but, please, just let me be, alright?" A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 06 "Okay, Sue. Have a good afternoon and I hope your talking to me doesn't cause you any problems." "I'll just tell them there was a lost soul who needed rescuing," she replies. "Bye Sam." She turns and leaves without looking back. Something about her parting comment nags at me and as I head back to the Village Store I realize what it is: who did she mean when she said 'lost soul', me or herself? After the distraction of the Village Store and that interesting meeting with Sue, I'm back home and back to boredom. I decide that I might as well go for a run this afternoon In the bedroom I'm stripped down to my panties and about to pull on my sports bra when my phone rings and, to my delight, it is my darling Meg. "Hi gorgeous!" I exclaim excitedly down the phone. "Hello, Sam!" to my surprise a different voice responds and it takes a moment for me to place it. "Uh, Erica, hello; is everything all right? Is Meg okay?" "Yes, yes, she's absolutely fine. She just lent me her phone to call you. Sam, you're a qualified teacher, aren't you?" "Yes, of course. Why?" "Well, Mrs Duke is off sick and I need a cover teacher for Year Six tomorrow and I wondered if you might oblige? I know you used to teach Secondary school but I thought that, since they'll all be heading to secondary schools in September, they would benefit from your teaching style." Feelings of excitement, interest, fear and anxiety all swirl through me at her suggestion. Can I do this? It would be wonderful to teach again, to be back in the classroom but... Then I catch sight of my tattoo in the mirror and I know my answer. "Yes, Erica, I will. Are there lessons set?" "Well, in theory there is for Numeracy and Literacy but if you have something you think you could do for an hour or two then that would be very good." "Well, I'm sure I have the cover lesson sheets from my old school on my laptop, so I'll have a look. I would like to come up to the school later to look over what I'll be covering tomorrow, if that's okay, and also to print out some worksheets if necessary?" "That would be an excellent idea, Sam," Erica agrees. "Thank you Erica," I hesitate, "You don't have some hotline set up to Friga do you?" "I don't think so, why?" she asks with a little chuckle. "It's just that I've been so bored today and tomorrow was likely to be worse and then you phoned." I tell her. "Maybe the Goddess looks after her own," she replies, gnomically. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd like to talk to your girlfriend now so I'll see you later this afternoon and thank you for agreeing." "Hiya, Sam darling," Meg's voice makes me smile. "That's so cool: we're going to be colleagues tomorrow! I'm glad you said yes to Ms Shaw." "Yes, but Meg, I am a bit scared though. The last time I taught I was in a really bad way." "Oh, Sam, this'll be different. I'm due to be with Year Six for part of tomorrow but I'll bet you could ask for me to be there all day, if that would help." "Help and hinder I should think," I jokingly reply. "What?" Meg sounds offended. "Well, having my best friend with me would definitely help but seeing my beautiful, hot, sexy lesbian lover across the classroom... serious distraction!" Meg laughs. "I need to look and see what lessons might be suitable and I've said I'll come up to school later so I'll see you then, my darling." "Oh goody! Well, have a good afternoon, Sam love." "And you too. Oh, Meg," I add, "I'm standing here in just my panties; just thought you should know!" "Oh, you sneaky cow! That's so unfair, especially as we're not supposed to, you know, tonight or tomorrow." "Oh, shit, I'm so sorry Meg; I forgot. I'm going to put on something completely frumpy and unattractive." "It won't work: you'll still be gorgeously sexy to me. Just tell me you're covered up." "Hang on..." I drop the phone on the bed and pull on the sports bra. "Okay, covered," I tell her. "Better?" I ask "Much!" she replies. "See you later, my love, bye." Once the call's over I finish dressing, putting on leggings, socks and a running top over the bra. It's still all close fitting but there's less skin on show. I then head down and log into my laptop and browse to a folder that I haven't looked at in over a year: my teaching files and documents. I felt panic in my chest and tried to breathe deeply and relax. I was no longer Samantha Dowler, no more the train wreck, I told myself, I was Sam Cummings, healed and loved, who had come out to her old friends and colleagues. I can go back and do the job I always loved: to teach young people. I looked through the lesson plans that I had written for cover teachers to use; short, self-contained tasks based on a piece of writing or a topic. Then one catches my attention and I opened the Word document and read: A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 06 "It is time to go to our celebration and the offering of our new sisters," intones Suzie. "Don't worry," whispers Lillian to the two of us, "you'll really enjoy it." Erica leads the way and we all fall in behind as she leads us into the woods. As we go, Claire takes my hand while Lillian takes Meg's, subtly but firmly separating the two of us and reminding me that we are not here as a couple. We make our way through the darkening woods, heading in a direction I have never been. Curiously, the gaping cloak makes me more conscious of my naked body than I had been walking to Erica's garden. The cloaks do nothing to protect our modesty but rather draw the eyes to the bare flesh beneath. Meanwhile, the fabric moves and rubs, caressing the skin in random and arousing ways. The path narrows and twists as the trees become more densely crowded, forcing us into single file. There is a sharp bend in the narrow track and almost immediately we are walking out into a wide clearing, lit by the faint glow of the full moon through thin cloud. The clearing is a rough circle some fifteen metres across surrounded by what appears, in the dim, monochrome lighting, to be impenetrable trees and undergrowth. Slightly off centre is a slightly raised, flat area that we now approach. It is a rough rectangle and somewhat larger than a king-sized bed and as Meg and I are encouraged to step onto it, I feel the cold hardness of rock. The two of us stand there as the others once again form a circle around the edge of the rock, all joining hands. "Sam and Meg, this clearing is our temple, if you will, and this rock our altar," explains Erica. "At the full moon we come here to celebrate our sexuality in many ways Sometimes we may all be together, touching and kissing and licking whatever flesh presents itself , all bringing each other to climax. Sometimes we may masturbate, each woman finding her own orgasm as part of the group. Sometimes it may be couples or threesomes sharing their bodies and all that they have to offer. However, when we have new members, it is their climaxes in particular that are offered. So, tonight, you two will be brought to that pinnacle, that moment of climax when we touch the divine, by the rest of us. We offer you and you offer yourselves to Friga." At a nod from Erica, Lillian and Katie take us to opposite sides of the rock or altar before removing our cloaks and laying them like blankets on the rock. The air is cold on my skin and my nipples harden instantly, though the chill is mitigated by the rising heat of my arousal. The others all remove their cloaks too, laying and overlapping them so that the stone is covered in two or three layers of fabric. Suzie now guides Meg to lie diagonally across the altar, her head a little way from one corner. She then takes me and I too am laid diagonally with my head in the opposite corner so our pussies are towards each other. Suzie knows exactly how she wants us as the takes our right legs and places them together, inner thigh to inner thigh with each foot hooked over to outside of our lover's right hip. Left legs are spread wide. There is a wonderful feeling of warmth and pressure where Meg's soft inner leg presses on mine and when I raise my head and look down; our right legs appear braided together, almost as if Meg and I have become a single body. That thought sends a thrill through me and I can see Meg has the same fascinated look on her face as I must. "Looks like we're joined together as a couple," Meg observes. "You are a couple," agrees Suzie, "and so we thought it only fitting that you should be offered as one. Now, lie back and relax." I do as bidden and instinctively close my eyes. I hear the others moving around and I'm sure I know what's coming. However, what actually happens is so subtle I almost miss it. The lightest of caresses brush the backs of my hands, my arms and shoulders and I cannot help the tremble that passes through me. The caresses continue, still feather-light but extended to include my feet and legs. "Relax and float," intones Suzie in a soft, husky voice, "let the sensuous caresses carry you into the presence of the Goddess." I let myself drift and the sensations of those fingers fill my perception and I become a being defined by those tingling touches. My hair is lightly brushed, my cheeks and my tummy, more and more of my skin woven into that tingling, shivering body that fills my mind. I have experienced the most intense and amazing sensual and sexual moments of my life in the last month otherwise this would already have surpassed anything that I'd known. Even at his most caring and passionate, Steve never made me feel half as good as this. For the first time there is a caress of one boob then the other and I give a little moan of pleasure. I can feel my labia swelling with my mounting excitement, the wetness cooling the skin. I squirm slightly, making my inner thigh rub against Meg's and I feel her tremble; she is as aroused as me. However, despite feeling hugely turned on, I do not feel the approach of orgasm. The strokes and caresses are firmer now and there is a new sensation: a hot, soft pressure against my skin that I realize is a kiss. Other kisses follow, one just above my pussy, one, fleetingly, on my left nipple. The kisses are joined by licks and tiny nips with teeth, and now my whole body is the recipient of this exquisite attention. For the first time I feel the stirrings of my orgasm, still distant but building. Soft lips enclose my nipples and suckle, making me arch my back at how wonderful it feels. I am on tenterhooks now, anticipating the attention that my cunny is beginning to crave and when a warm, soft tongue laps my nether lips I cannot help calling out, "Oh yes!" I open my legs wider, desperate for the penetration by tongue or fingers that must surely follow... but there is none; though fingers continue caress my pubis, my now oozing cunny is not touched again. I sense movement above my face and a warmth and then the smell of a woman's arousal. My eyes flutter open and I'm looking up at Erica as she shuffles forward, straddling my face. A quick glance suggests that Suzie is doing the same above Meg's face. Erica leans forward; her hands cupping my breasts as her thumbs simultaneously rub the nipples. Her sex, her cunt with its long, crinkled labia and intense, female perfume, hovers just above my lips and I cannot resist. "For the Goddess I'm going to make you cum in my mouth Erica," I whisper. "Oh, Sam, yes," she replies as my tongue reaches out to taste her She is delicious: rich and musky and savoury, as my tongue explores every crease and fold before I suck gently on each lip, pulling it into my mouth where my tongue can ravage it. I open my mouth and engulf her pussy before pointing my tongue and sliding between those suckled lips. I raise my head and extend my tongue to penetrate her as deeply as possible and I'm rewarded by a little gasping grunt. I now begin to tongue fuck her and very quickly she begins rocking in counterpoint to my thrusts, driving me deeper inside her on each stroke. Tipping my head back slightly brings my chin against her clit as she rocks and her tempo increases. She has been rubbing my nipples continuously, sending bolts of pleasure to my cunny but now, just as I need more, she stops. Erica is now pounding and grinding herself against my face and tongue, to the point where this is no longer a tongue fuck but a face fuck! My tongue is the first to feel Erica's onrushing orgasm as her inner muscles quiver and spasm. I shake my head to increase the stimulation and find my nose pressed into her bum ring. "Oh Goddess yessss!" she cries. "Yaaaaaahh!" She pushes her cunt into my mouth in a series of sharp, rhythmic thrusts as with each a gush of her girl-cum pours into my mouth. The thrill and the taste of this takes me so close to my own release but it frustratingly eludes me and the touches of the other women withdraw to less arousing areas. I swallow Erica's juice, savouring the rich flavour. She slides backwards off me, thoroughly coating my face in her wetness, "Fuck you taste good, Erica," I tell her as Claire leans in and begins licking my face clean. As she does so I feel fingers enter my cunny, softly and slowly slipping deeper and deeper. They pause at the limit then slide back and repeat in the gentlest fingering I have ever received. Gentle it may be but the feeling on them inside me is wonderful. "Harder, please, and faster" I beg. "Not yet," says Claire as she now manoeuvres into the position Erica has just vacated. "Now make my cunny fill your mouth for the Goddess," she instructs happily, "while your girlfriend eats out my wife," she adds mischievously. Her words send a terrific thrill through me as the image of Meg's tongue pleasuring Lillian fills my mind. I run my tongue over Claire's soft vulva, tasting her as my tongue slides across the deep, rounded cleft of her pussy. Her taste is milder than Erica and now I run my tongue along that soft valley. I open my mouth wide and suck the soft flesh of her outer labia in before gently chewing, my teeth raking across the smooth skin. Though muffled by her thighs I can hear her sigh, "Oh, Sam, that feels good." I return to licking the valley of her slit, tasting her once more. My tongue slides deeper and I can feel her inner labia. As my tongue caresses her I feel her lips swell and her cunny opens to me. I begin to trace the tip of my tongue across her clit and feel her shiver. I purse my lips and suck softly on her stiff little button and her shiver becomes a tremble. The fingers that have continued their gentle pumping suddenly, and to my frustrated disappointment, slide out completely. I could almost shout were my mouth not smothered by Claire's delightful soft flesh, so my shout becomes a moan that buzzes against Claire's sex. However, my annoyance is brief as I feel my left leg lifted and a tongue laps my anus. At the touch my bud constricts so I will it to relax, allowing the point of the tongue to probe and softly penetrate me. I love the sensation and it is massively arousing but that is all; it brings my release no closer. Things improve when the tongue, lively as it has been, retreats and I feel instead a finger being inserted. It enters a little way then withdraws before re-entering and pushing deeper. This repeats until the finger is buried to the hilt in my bum; the finger wriggles and squirms inside me, firing off amazing sensations that make me gasp. Oh please let this continue till I cum! I redouble my efforts on Claire, sucking her clit as my nose slips into her vaginal cleft. Her smell fills my nostrils, her juices smear my face as she begins to press down and squirm. A minute or so later she starts to tremble hard and then goes rigid so I tip my head back to drink from her as she cums. I raise my hand to finger her clit and she grasps it, pressing my fingers hard against her button as I rub it. Thick, creamy juice trickles over my lips and tongue and I drink it down eagerly as Claire mauls my boobs in her excitement. Claire doesn't gush but her orgasm is sustained so I have time to savour her girl cream and continue to enjoy the attention my boobs are getting from her hands and from the finger in my bum. However, she finishes and her hands cease their squeezing as she climbs off my face. The cool air tells me that, once again, my face is lathered in love juices but, "No!" I gasp as I feel the finger is sliding out of my anus; this is so unfair! I have to wonder whether Meg and I will have to eat all the others or whether just half each before we will be allowed to cum. I further wonder who will be next for my mouth to service: Bex or Katie. Just then Bex's cheeky, smiling face appears above me. She raises a finger and, even in the soft moonlight, I can see it is smeared in shit, as the smell confirms. "Fuck, that finger felt so good up my arse," I tell her, making her grin. Slowly and deliberately she licks her finger, coating her tongue in my scat. "Kiss me, Bex, please!" and she brings her mouth to mine. The dark, bitter earth taste fills my mouth and I desperately want it to trigger my orgasm as it did that first time I sucked the shit from Meg's nipple. I feel so close to climax... but no, it's not enough. The kiss ends and Bex moves to straddle my face. "Open your mouth, Sam," she instructs and I oblige, excitement at what she's planning fluttering in my tummy. Her finger and her scat-kiss have brought me so close, maybe she'll get carried away and make me climax. Warm, salt-sour pee trickles into my mouth and I swallow thirstily. "Do you like that, Sam? Do you like my cunt pissing in your mouth?" I manage to nod for I cannot speak. "Meg seems to like Katie pissing in her mouth. What a pair of piss bitches you both are. Do you sit at home drinking each other's piss? Do you?" I nod again. "What a sexy, kinky piss drinking, shit eating pair you are!" Bex seems to be able to keep her pee to a slow, steady stream that I have no trouble drinking. Her words, coming from such a cute looking girl, keep me aroused too: they are crude and dirty but they also reminding me of the things Meg and I do together; wonderful, sexy things... Bex finishes peeing and I push my tongue up into her gaping, dripping young pussy. She is so tight and hot inside as my tiring tongue laps and probes. Bex shift position, leaning forward she rests her hands on the sides of my hips and positions the top of her cunny over my jaw. She begins to rock gently as she presses down, rubbing herself against my lower lip and teeth. I feel he shift slightly again as she searches for just the right position until I hear her squeal. I realize what she's been seeking as I feel her hard button press my lower lip then slide back, rubbing over my teeth, each stroke bringing another squeal from her. I try to keep my tongue as long and firm as possible so it stimulates her inner lips and flesh as she moves and the pee tang is quickly replaced by her musky, female flavours. Her squeals grow louder and her rocking harder and faster. A warm trickle runs down my tongue, pooling in my throat before I swallow. Bex is almost frantic now, losing her rhythm in the desperate excitement of her oncoming orgasm. She presses down hard, her whole body trembling as she cums in my mouth in a series of short spurts as she screams. The rich liquid tastes and feels so good in my mouth and I am so desperately horny and aroused that I must cum. My hand reaches down to touch my cunt, fingers curling to caress my aching clit... but my hand is grasped firmly and placed back by my side. "No..." I whimper. Bex slumps forward as her climax passes, her cheek pillowed on my stomach as she squeezes me in a little thank you hug. Desperate as I am, I am still touched by her affection. She lies there and I'm aware that her heavy breathing is calming even as I hear Katie's cries of, "Oh, oh, oh, yes! Oh, OH OH!" Bex kisses my navel, gently slipping her tongue into it, before half sliding, half rolling off me. Hands and mouths return once more to my arms and legs, then tummy and shoulders... chest... hips... boobs... thighs... nipples. They never linger long but as I close my eyes they seem to be everywhere almost at the same time. My cunny is hot and dripping and oh so ready for the fingers that now enter it. "More, please..." I beg and there is: two fingers become three, three become four and I feel the thumb pressing exquisitely on my rock hard button. "Uh, uh, uh," my breath come in gasps as my orgasm steadily builds... but the thumb is removed and the thrusting fingers become gently moving fingers. "No, no, no," I beg desperately. I don't know if they relent or it is simply the right time but a tongue softly caresses my clit and my nipples are both sucked while my sides and thighs are raked with short nails. At last! The fingers resume their thrusting, pushing deeply and curling to rub my spongy g-spot again and again. Despite all the stimulation, my climax seems in no hurry at first; perhaps it is me, fearful that, yet again, it will not be allowed. However, the sucking and licking and finger-fucking do not falter. It begins as a tremble in the core of my sex and builds... and builds. It is so close, oh god, no: oh Goddess... The orgasm hits and I feel every muscle lock as my back arches off the altar stone. The sucking of my nipples, of my clit, the fingers pumping into me all continue, triggering a second climax. My mind, my body reverberate in pure, electric bliss, bright bolt following bright bolt. I lose track of where I am, of who and what I am: I am the orgasm, that moment of eternity we experience in the midst of physical love. I slowly open my eyes and the night seems bright. I am enfolded in warm, female flesh: Claire on my left and Bex on my right, both snuggled close against me while they softly stroke my skin. My legs and thighs are chill with cooling liquid and I suspect that I squirted; not surprising given what they had done to me. However, I feel at peace and relaxed to an extent I have never known. One this is missing though: Meg, my best friend, my lover. I manage to raise my head enough to see Meg similarly cuddled with Suzie and Lillian. Our right legs are still entwined so I shake my leg to signal her. "Hello darling," I call. "Hello Sam love," she calls back. "I think I've almost cum my guts out!" Bex laughs. "Sam certainly did; what a mega squirt!" she exclaims as she and Claire sit up before helping me to do the same, untangling my leg from Meg's as I do. I feel light headed and my limbs feel slightly rubbery, as if I'm a little drunk. Lillian and Katie also sit up and Meg and I are helped to stand. I walk, a little unsteadily, over to Meg and throw my arms around her. "That was amazing," I tell her quietly, "but I wish it could have been you with your fingers inside me making me cum at last." "Same here, though you might have made me cum even harder and then, I think, I would now be dead!" Meg whispers back. I stroke her face, which like mine, is sticky with girl juice. "I love all our friends here, but I especially love you, Sam." I'm vaguely aware of the others moving around us but I pay them no heed. "Me too," I say softly, "I loved the sex here this evening and that afternoon at Erica's, but you are my special one, my beloved." I kiss her softly and deeply. As we kiss, the cloak is slipped onto my shoulders and one is placed over Meg's. The fabric is damp where it rests against my bum. "The two of you were wonderful," says Suzie close behind me. "They certainly were," agrees Erica, who is behind Meg. Hands on our shoulders gently separate us and we find ourselves once more in the centre of the circle. "Meg and Sam, your lovemaking and your climaxes have been our offering to Friga at this full moon. The passion and sensuality you both possess makes you worthy members of our group so I invite you now to take your place in the circle of the Women of Friga." Erica and Suzie move apart as, hand in hand, Meg and I join the circle. The others all join hands and we stand in silence. It is peaceful and I feel a contentment that I have not felt in a very, very long time. Meg squeezes my hand and I squeeze back. "We thank Friga for this evening of sex and passion, love and sharing. Our celebration is done until the next full moon." Neighbours in the circle kiss each other and then move to kiss others until we have all kissed one another. "If Bex would lead the way, there are drinks and food for us back at Katie's house." Erica announces. "I probably ought to thank you for talking to Bex about us," Katie says quietly to me as we walk back. "I'm guessing you're sad about it though. I'm sorry, Katie. I've seen couples when one or both go off to university. At that age and with all those new experiences they change so much that relationships rarely survive. It's hard, but better to let her go and get to know the new Bex that returns, hard as that is. I can imagine how you feel about Bex: she's cute and fun and very affectionate. Just remember, as her first lover, you'll always have a special place in her heart." A New Adventure Every Day Pt. 06 "You're right I know and I'm trying to let her go. You surprise me, though; I thought you only had eyes for Meg," Katie adds. "Meg is beyond special to me," I reply. "However, Bex was the second girl I really noticed sexually and realizing that helped me to know that I really am lesbian." I look at her, "You're pretty damn cute and sexy yourself. When I first met you I was amazed you weren't in a relationship but, of course, you were." "Thanks. I've never had the courage to come out as you and Meg have; too afraid of what people will think and say, that's me. I know Bex will almost certainly come out at university so I need to think about that if I'm to have a chance with her when she returns." "Maybe there's someone else who's right for you," suggests Meg, who is now walking on the other side of Katie, "and perhaps coming out will be how you can meet them. It worked for me," she smiles at me. "Ah yes, the old 'tell a girl you're gay in the first thirty seconds and then flirt her into submission' trick. Never fails," I tell Katie. "Hmm, well, maybe," she laughs. "I'd better get to the front with Bex as it's my turn to do the after gathering refreshments. Speak to you later." "Do you think there'll be more sex at Katie's house?" I ask Meg. "I don't know. I'm not sure I could stand any more tonight but I could certainly use a drink," and we continue through the Ladywood. CHAPTER 24 - 'Every day will be a new adventure' The following morning we lie side by side on the bed, the sweat of our lovemaking drying on our skin, the taste of each other on our lips. Meg lifts her head and looks into my eyes. "You know, I can't believe how much I've been through and experienced in the two months since I first saw you on your mobile phone walking up the lane and in the month since you opened your door to me on that Saturday afternoon." I cannot help bursting into laughter. "How much you've been through and experienced? I think I can trump you on that score!" She smiles. "Okay, maybe you can... maybe that's why there are other things I want to experience with you." "Like what?" "Well, one new adventure I've not tried is marriage," she says, bashfully. "Ha," I bark, "I have and, well, you know how that ended!" I reply without thinking. Meg's face slumps sadly. "True," she concedes quietly, "but that wasn't with me!" "Oh, Meg, that's true and I'm so sorry: it wasn't with you and it was completely unfair of me to compare you in any way with that... that bastard. You are everything wonderful that he wasn't." I pull her in and hug her tightly. "So I should think!" and she kisses me softly. "Meg, we're together. Is marriage that important? It's no guarantee of the future." I hate myself for sounding so cynical, but it's true. Meg bites her lip, her face sad. "What is it Meg, my darling?" "Um, Sam, there is one adventure neither of us have ever tried "What would that be? Running a marathon? Deep sea diving? Scaling Mount Kilimanjaro, perhaps?" I try to lighten the mood. "Okay, there are lots of things we haven't tried," she admits with a slight smile. "I was thinking of..." she takes a deep breath and looks down. "Sam, you asked me once had I ever wondered about being a parent? I know we've both looked after other people's children but I want to ask you that same question: have you ever wondered about having a child of your own... of our own?" "Oh, Meg... I... I did, a bit, when you were getting your tattoo done and Beth was there. When I was married the time just never seemed right and now I'm so glad that was the case, given what happened. As for us... I just don't think I can decide that yet. It's just... oh Meg when I met you I had spent a year being smashed to bits and then gradually pulling myself back together. I was determined to try and do things differently but it was your arrival that turned that fragile, trying-to-be-different me around; you loved me, healed me and unlocked a sexuality and sensuality that I never knew that I had. "So, Meg, I'm not saying no or never. I love you so much and I have no intention of leaving you - ever. I really do want to spend my life with you. That afternoon when I ran through the rain in my dressing gown I knew that starting this relationship with you wasn't just a new adventure, it was the start of an expedition, a journey. I didn't know just how wild that expedition would get but it's been wonderful; no, it is wonderful." She smiles at me but there is still a shadow of disappointment. "Meg, I know that this means a great deal to you and therefore it matters to me..." I hesitate; am I being sensible, given that we've only been together for a month, or am I being a coward, too afraid to commit to this beautiful, sexy, kinky and wonderful woman who has done so much for me and to me? I've just told her I want to spend my life with her: what is that if not marriage? I look down and can see running under her boob the words 'Omnes dies nov', part of her almost healed copy of the tattoo we now share; our love pact to share a new adventure each day. I feel the love I have for her well up inside me till I feel I might burst and I know... My hand caresses her face as I tuck a stray lock of her fabulous black hair behind her ear. "Meg, I'm ready," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion, "ask me the question. I think it is right that you should ask me." She looks confused, then uncertain and, finally, nervous as she works out what I mean. "Really ready?" she asks and I nod. "Sam Cummings, my beautiful darling, my sexy, kinky lover, my girlfriend and more than that, my best friend, I love you so very, very much: will you marry me and be my wife?" "Yes, Meg: absolutely and definitely yes!" There are tears in both our eyes as we kiss long and deep. "I love you Meg. 'Omnes dies novus valebat'" I whisper. "Yes, every day will be a new adventure - for both of us together."