2 comments/ 28757 views/ 2 favorites Anna & Marie Ch. 01 By: Gently Does It Mid-morning on a warm, sunny Saturday. Anna stood at her kitchen sink, dabbing washing-up liquid on a chocolate stain on one of her daughters' blouses. A metallic rattle and scraping made her look up and out of the open window in front of her. Through the wrought-iron gates of the adjacent house she saw her neighbour unfolding and positioning a sun lounger on the patio. As she stood gently massaging the viscous yellow liquid into the material, she watched the neighbour pull the outsized tee-shirt she was wearing up over her head. A wry smile flickered on Anna's face, her husband would have enjoyed that: under the t-shirt the neighbour was wearing a white bikini, well cut and obviously expensive. Lightly tanned already, her figure was arresting: taller than average, slim, yet with undeniably feminine hips and bust, and what Anna would describe as dancer's legs. Obviously fit, thought Anna, who didn't recall noticing the neighbour's figure when she had arrived; on the two occasions they had spoken - briefly - Anna had been concentrating on loading her daughters into the car for school, and the neighbour had been wearing baggy dungarees and jumper. The neighbour had only moved in on Wednesday; pleasantries had been exchanged along with vague invitations to come round for coffee. Now, with her husband and daughters visiting grandparents for the weekend - ostensibly to give Anna time to complete her teacher's chores of marking and planning - and her neighbour's appearance to prick her conscience, Anna resolved to make good the invitation. The neighbour - Anna struggled to remember her name: Mary? Marie! - sat down on the lounger, leaned back and opened a paperback. Her head was now hidden by the corner of her house. Anna stuffed the blouse into the washing machine under the worktop then went upstairs for the linen basket from her bedroom. She returned five minutes later, tipped the basket of clothes onto the floor and began pulling out those she required to stuff into the machine. As she rose to close the machine's door she glanced out of the window again, just as Marie arched her back, reached her hands round underneath and behind her to undo the bikini top. Dropping it to the ground beside the lounger, she picked up a bottle of sun oil, flipped the lid and trickled the amber fluid down her breastbone and over her breasts. Fascinated, Anna stood still and silent, watching as Marie smoothed the oil over her full, prominent breasts. Sitting up - Anna drew back reflexively further from the window, a quickening pulse of nervous guilt - Marie poured a trail of liquid down her legs and smoothed an oily sheen over each in turn. She wiped her hands on the discarded t-shirt, picked up the book and lay back to resume reading. Anna stood staring at her for a moment, then went back upstairs to her room, the washing unstarted and temporarily forgotten. In her room, she paused, then rummaged in her dressing table drawer for her own bikini, undressed and stood for a moment surveying her body in the full-length mirror: not bad, fit enough after two children she thought, but a twinge of envy as she realised that it had never been as good as Marie's. Ah well, her husband liked it. She pulled on the bikini and went downstairs again. Irresistibly, she was drawn to the kitchen, tip-toeing to her vantage point by the window - God, this is silly, she thought, what am I doing? Marie was still reading the book, held in her left hand. Her right rested on her belly and, as Anna watched, Marie slid it slowly up her chest and began to caress her right breast, gently squeezing it's oiled fullness through her grasp and pinching her nipple erect. Anna's attention on the tableau before her was total, all else forgotten as Marie's right hand slid deliberately down her belly and under the waistband of her bikini. She's going to! thought Anna. Stretching the taught white material, her hand curved round her mons as her fingers sought her vulva. Mesmerised, her mouth and throat suddenly dry, her body hot and tense, Anna's hands gripped the edge of the kitchen worktop. After a few moments, Marie withdrew her hand, lifted her bottom off the lounger and pulled down the bikini one-handed - what is she reading? thought Anna - before pulling it off over her feet. Marie flexed her knees wide apart with her legs flat on the lounger and the soles of her feet touching, and her right hand went back to its masturbatory task. After a few moments, the book dropped to the ground as all her attention went to her pleasure, her left hand caressing her breasts, her right arm now tense as her fingers rubbed quickly, building up to orgasm, her body rigid, chest and neck flushed and her back arcing. Anna could hear Marie's quick gasps as her orgasm overwhelmed her, her left hand clutching her left breast tightly, with the fingertip and thumb pinching and pulling at the nipple. Her fingers slowed their tempo as her orgasm subsided, gently running her fingers along and round her vulva. For a few moments she lay almost still, just her left hand idly caressing her breast, then she began to sit up. Anna, panicked, dropped to the floor, below the level of the window and crawled out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Only when she reached the bottom of the stairs did she stand and walk shakily up to her room. Standing before the mirror again for a moment, she took off the bikini and sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew she was aroused, but was shocked at how wet she was. Sitting with her knees wide apart, leaning forward to look down at herself, she ran her fingertips over and between the puffy folds of her vulva, drawing the warm, sticky wetness up to her firm clitoris. Lying back, her feet still on the floor, she closed her eyes and pictured the scene she had just witnessed as she masturbated. Briefly she paused the rubbing of her clitoris to slide two fingers down and into herself, hooking them round under her pubis and gently rubbing with her fingertips before drawing them out to be sucked and licked, inhaling the sweet musky odour, then resumed her masturbation. Her orgasm came quickly, her thighs pressing tightly together against her still busy hand. Dear God but that was good! she thought. She lay, drained, for a few minutes as the glow subsided, then got up and caught sight of her flushed face, neck and chest in the mirror. Guilty thoughts: how can I face her? Should I tell her I saw (no, watched!)? What if she does it again, Steve or the children might see! Does she know we can see across her patio? Why did I get so turned on? Why did I watch like that? The answer to this last came to her as quickly as the question: because I could! She smiled and went to the loo for a pee. She splashed her face with cold water, dried herself and brushed her hair vigorously. Calmed, she put the bikini back on and went downstairs again. The neighbour's patio was deserted, Marie presumably gone inside. Vaguely disappointed, Anna remembered her forgotten washing. The clattery clicking of the machine's control knob as she twisted it to the programme irritated her. However, the gurgling of the filling water and the slow, rhythmic, alternating rotation of the machine's drum as it slopped the clothes into submersion was somehow comforting. She stood in front of it for a moment, leaning one-handed on the worktop, day-dreaming of the past events. Later, after a lunch of cheese and tomato sandwich and a coffee whilst watching the news, she put on shorts and t-shirt and, with a deep, calming breath, Anna went round to Marie's front door. The door opened on Marie, now dressed in the tee shirt and bikini, a quick and pleasant smile and cheery 'Hi, come in' as she stepped back, arm sweeping in invitation. Anna went through to the kitchen as Marie followed. The kettle began to boil and Anna accepted Marie's offer of a cup of coffee. As Marie poured, Anna noted Marie's kitchen window: frosted glass! She suppressed a smile and took the proffered cup. 'Thanks. I just popped round to see how you were settling in.' 'Oh fine, thanks. Come on, let's go outside, it's too nice to stand in here.' Images crowded in on her as they stepped out into the brightness and Marie offered her the lounger, sitting herself cross-legged on the patio. They chatted about the house, the previous owners, the community, other trivia. Marie was sharp and witty, listened attentively; Anna was impressed and amused, talked animatedly. The coffee finished, Anna, suddenly inwardly nervous again, broached the original purpose of her visit. 'My husband's away with the girls for the weekend ... if you're not doing anything tonight, would you like to come round for dinner with me?' 'Oh, well, no, I'm not doing anything. Yes, that would be nice, thanks. What time?' 'Mm, seven?' 'Fine. Black tie?' with an impish grin. 'Strictly casual! How do you like your ferret cooked?' They laughed, and Anna returned to her house, closing the door to lean back against it momentarily, feeling the coolness of the glass against her back. The rest of the afternoon passed in tidying, washing, a trip to the supermarket for salad and booze, preparing the meal. Marie did not reappear, despite Anna's frequent (hopeful?) glances through the kitchen window. Seven approached. Showered, hair washed and dried, worn loose and fluffy, Anna stood by her wardrobe and mirror, bottom lip bit in silent consideration as she held up one combination of clothes after another against herself in the mirror. She settled on a soft, grey, calf-length halter dress and white sandals. Demure but interesting, as Steve would say, and she knew the interesting bit was because she was bra-less and the thin, soft material clung to her boobs and her – as now - knickerless bottom. The bell rang as she fixed her earrings, and she skipped down the stairs to open the door. Marie came in, passing Anna with a 'Hi!' and thrusting a bottle of wine into her hand, leaving her in a wake of exquisite perfume to close the door as she walked into the living room. Anna briefly glimpsed a long wrap-around skirt and a sleeve-less silk top. 'Come in' Anna called faintly after her, flustered by the suddenness of Marie's entry. Marie reappeared in the lounge doorway, grinning broadly, 'Sorry, I hate those awkward moments when you arrive at someone's house and everyone stands around in the hall while the wife tries to start to chat and the husband's trying to rip everyone's coats from their backs in an effort to appear welcoming, all the while looking at the wine you've brought thinking 'Dear God! What's this piss?' and saying "Oh, wonderful - you needn't have!". So now I never wear a coat and zoom right in. Force of habit! Still, some of the husbands just carry on and try to get your frock onto their coat-hook.' She stopped, suddenly aware of Anna's bemused expression. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I sound like that twit in Monty Python!' 'Watney's Red Barrel' said Anna, bemused, a smile appearing. Marie laughed. 'Shall we start again? May I come in?' 'Please do. Come on, let's have a drink.' She eyed the bottle 'Dear God! This certainly isn't piss: champagne ... Taittinger!' she exclaimed as she turned it round to read the label. 'Are you sure you want to share this?' 'I bought it to warm the house when I moved in, but I put it in the fridge and forgot about it. Anyway, you can't drink it on your own, it's much better shared.' They were in the kitchen. Anna put the champagne in the fridge and pulled out another bottle, brown and long-necked. 'Perhaps a sherry to whet your appetite before the sauteed ferret?' 'Mm. Why not?' Anna poured, then handed the sherry to Marie. 'Cheers.' They sipped, and Anna gestured Marie through into the living-room as she swallowed, picking up a small bowl of olives from the worktop as she passed. Marie stood in the middle of the room and looked around; Anna watched her carefully, anxious for any tell-tale of criticism or approval. Marie sipped again from her sherry, said nothing, then became aware of the attention. 'You await my judgement!' 'That obvious?' 'Very. Quiet, understated and neat.' 'Me; and two parts Steve: quiet and understated.' Marie moved to the sofa and sat down. The skirt split, exposing her left leg to her upper thigh; she made no move to cover it (why should she?). Anna stared at it briefly; long, well-formed, slim and tanned, then sat in the armchair opposite. They made small talk and sipped the sherry, nibbled the olives. Anna's gaze was drawn irresistably, furtively, to Marie's leg when she looked away at some feature of the room, quickly looking up when she sensed her turning back. The sherry finished, she rose and invited Marie to the table, declining the offer of assistance in the kitchen. There was a couple of minutes of sizzling and rattling of pan, then she returned with the starter. She went back to the kitchen for glasses and the champagne. 'Shall we open this now, or do you want to wait until the ferret?' 'Now, I think; it'll go with this whitebait. The ferret probably needs a Burgundy.' 'Quite. Shame I've only got a bottle of Vimto.' 'But no doubt from a good vimtage!' Anna rolled her eyes and groaned as she opened the champagne. 'Steve usually does this' she exhaled through clenched teeth as she twisted the bottle, easing the cork out slowly against the pressure to a muffled phut!, quickly pouring the frothing wine into the glasses. They raised the glasses and toasted each other, sipped, raised wide-eyed eyebrows with 'Mmms' of appreciation and laughed, their eyes locked. They set about the food and chattered, the courses passed, the champagne and wine went down and they lingered at the table, both pleasantly piddled. 'Well, for ferret that wasn't bad; and the Vimto was passable.' said Marie over the rim of her glass. 'Mmm. The Taittinger was gorgeous. Got any more?' 'Unfortunately, no.' They sat silent for a moment, Anna trying not to look at Marie's cleavage exposed by the low cut of her silk top as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table to sip the remains of her wine. It didn't help that the rest of it clung to her breasts, and her nipples were erect and hence riveting for any observer. She had noted Marie's wedding ring before, but now she felt relaxed enough to ask 'Where's your husband?' 'Splattered all over a hill in North Wales.' 'Oh shit. I'm sorry.' 'It's okay. Sorry, that wasn't fair. He was a pilot in the Air Force; his plane hit a stuffed cloud during an exercise. A year ago. I moved down here to get away, to recover. We were married for two years, I met him on a shoot for an advert the agency was running: RAF pilot by fighter for macho image of dependability with excitement. He asked me out for a drink and it went from there.' Anna, aghast and totally deflated, sat silent, not knowing what to say, her mind a turmoil of guilt. 'The thing I miss most is the sex. He was away on sorties at different stations for several days, and I was often away on location, so when we got together we were at it like rabbits. Then he was gone.' 'Haven't you met anyone else?' Anna asked, desperately trying to recover the situation. 'No. Well, as I said earlier, my friends and his tried to keep me in a whirl of social engagements, and there are plenty of men in my line of work, but they're all so full of themselves. Paul was quiet, incredibly good at everything. I'm sorry, I've put a real dampener on the evening.' 'No, it's okay. Talk about it if you want.' 'Do you mind? I haven't wanted to talk to anyone about it before. Just thinking about him makes me feel randy. I feel cut off, so desperately wanting to make love, to carry on making love with Paul, but knowing he's not going to be there.' They sat silent for a moment, Marie looking into the distance, Anna watching her. She reached out, took Marie's hand in hers. Marie looked back and they smiled at each other, Anna with empathy, Marie with appreciation. The moment passed and they left the table to sit back on the sofa together. Marie curled her legs up underneath her, Anna sat with one leg tucked up under the other. They chatted and drank coffee which Anna made. The conversation wandered and returned to sex. 'I miss having him inside me, waking up in the morning to feel him pushing into me, desperately wanting to get up for a pee but not wanting to stop him.' mused Marie. Anna chuckled. 'Mm. Steve always wants to do it first thing in the morning. When he's not there and I feel randy I use my vibrator.' 'What are they like?' 'Haven't you got one?' Anna gaped incredulously. 'No, I never thought about it.' 'Oh, they're wonderful! No woman should be without one, as they say. Or several, as I say!' They laughed. Marie looked at her watch 'I'd better be going. I've absolutely nothing to do tomorrow so I'd better get plenty of rest for it.' They stood and walked to the door. Anna, suddenly nervous and thinking furiously, said 'Hang on a moment' and trotted quickly up the stairs, appearing moments later with a zip-up toiletries bag which she handed to Marie. 'Take this ... don't open it now!' she blushed. Marie paused, looking at the bag, then looked up to Anna with a grin. They stood close together, silent for a fraction of a second, looking intently at each other. Marie leant forward and kissed Anna, tenderly, full on the lips, her free hand gently pulling Anna towards her until their bodies were pressed together. Anna was rigid, trembling, her eyes wide, but responding to the kiss which seemed to go on for ever, her hands resting on Marie's shoulders. She tingled all over. Marie, opening her eyes, broke away gently, Anna couldn't stifle a tiny gasp, staring intently into Marie's eyes. 'I'd better go.' said Marie huskily and quickly turned, opened the door and closed it behind her. Anna stood, unable to move, reliving the softness of Marie's lips, the smell of her, the feel of her breasts pressing against her own, the pressure of her arm and hand around her waist and in the small of her back, the incredible sensuousness of what Marie had just done. And it had felt so incredibly good. She breathed deeply, ran her hands over her face, through her hair and slowly came round. Sunday morning, Anna woke early and had a shower, dried her hair then went down for a coffee. She sat at the dining table to do her school work, interrupted at nine by another coffee, taken on her patio. At half ten she'd had enough and changed into her bikini and sat out on her lounger with another coffee to read the paper. She tried to not think about the previous night, but the kiss kept coming back to her. Her doorbell rang, and her heart raced. She fought against the urge to race to the door, tried to keep calm. She could see Marie's distorted image through the opaque glass of the door. Opening it, she smiled warmly and invited her in; Marie handed her the toiletries bag with a smile and stepped inside 'Excuse me if I can't walk properly, and I'll buy you some more batteries tomorrow!' They laughed, Anna pushing Marie through to the patio 'So, now you know what you've been missing out on.' The sun was warm and Marie eyed the lounger 'Can I sunbathe with you?' 'Of course! I'll get a mat. Want a coffee?' 'Yes please.' She wandered around the garden while Anna laid a padded mat beside her lounger, then went to make coffee. She came out and sat down, leaning back and watching Marie walk towards her, again staring at her long slim legs. Marie grinned, standing in front of her to pull her T-shirt over her head and step out of her shorts. Again in the white bikini, her figure seemed even better to Anna when seen from close up, and she couldn't help but stare. 'God, it's not fair. How did you get a figure like that?' 'Not bad, eh? Genes and hard work.' She stood on tip-toe and pirouetted, then looked around 'Do you mind if I go topless?' she asked, taking off the bikini top without waiting for an answer. Anna stared at her breasts; full, round and firm with small areolae. Anna & Marie Ch. 01 'No; there's no one can see here: you can go starkers for all I care.' Marie grinned, 'Right.' and slid the bikini pants down her hips and let them fall to her feet. Standing still before Anna for a moment, inviting inspection, she tilted her face up to the sun. Her mons was a neat triangle of tight blonde curls, her labia clearly visible to Anna. She lay down on her back on the mat beside Anna. 'Aren't you going to take that off?' 'Why not.' She took the bikini off. 'I've never sunbathed in the nude before; you obviously have, or is that a sun-lamp?' 'No, holiday in Spain last month. Nice on the beach, terrible fighting off the men.' 'Didn't you indulge?' 'No. Couldn't. It just didn't feel right somehow.' Anna lay looking down at Marie's outstretched body, her thick, curly blonde hair, her pretty face, her breasts, her slim waist, her flat belly, the curve of her hips, the swell of her curl-covered mons, the long, slim thighs, the casually raised knee which she waved gently from side to side. 'How do I get a vibrator?' Marie asked, breaking Anna's reverie. 'Steve got them for me from adverts in his girly mags.' 'Really?! Does he read them? Doesn't it bother you?' 'Yes. Yes. No. He doesn't get them very often, and I read them too sometimes. They have some quite erotic stories.' 'Do you have any? I've just got to get one of those things. I went up to bed last night and looked in the bag and nearly had a fit! That big pink one like a man's willy: I couldn't believe it! Anyway, I turned on the little one and nearly screamed. I dropped it like it was red-hot!' By now the two women were giggling uncontrollably. 'So then I got undressed and touched it against me and WOW!, it was incredible! I came in seconds, but it was so nice I couldn't stop, and when I pushed it inside me, ooh!' Anna listened, fascinated, their giggling stopped, watching a faint flush appear on Marie's chest, her nipples rising, the knee swaying gently from side-to-side, rhythmically squeezing her thighs together. 'So then I thought I'd try the bigger one, and that felt great, I could feel it right up inside me, just like Paul. In for a penny, so I thought I'd try the big pink thing, and then I found the KY in the bag - I'd always wondered what it was for. I couldn't get it in at first, but I put lots of jelly on it and just pushed hard and it went in; it was like being a virgin! God it looked obscene, but I was feeling so horny and it stretched me just the way I wanted. I pushed it in as far as I could, looking at it sticking out of me and feeling it buzzing away inside. I lost count of the times I came; I think I must have passed out.' Sweat trickled down Anna's breast-bone. Marie sighed, opened her eyes and looked at Anna 'Hope that didn't embarrass you, I had to tell you.' 'Not at all. It was wonderful. Hang on, I'll get one of Steve's magazines.' She went in and returned a couple of minutes later with a magazine, handing it to Marie who rolled onto her tummy and opened it, leaning on her elbows to read. 'I've never read one of these before.' Anna got back on her lounger and watched her reading, watched the profile of her breast, her smooth, round bottom. Marie turned the pages slowly, pausing at the better photos of the prettier girls. Anna smiled 'Could you do that? You've got the looks and the body.' Marie scrutinised the centrefold 'I'd always thought these magazines would be disgusting, but these are lovely pictures; the girls are gorgeous. Paul took a few Polaroids of me topless on one holiday in Spain, but they didn't look very good. Not like these. I'd love to have some pictures of me like this. Only I'd never have the nerve to take my clothes off in front of a stranger. Have you ever posed in the nude?' 'Yes, Steve's into photography. We've got loads of pictures of me nude.' Marie flicked through the pages until she reached a sex aids advert. 'Ah ha! Right. What shall I get?' They started to giggle again as they colluded over Marie's order. That done, they both lay quiet for a few minutes. 'Can you put some oil on my back?' requested Marie sleepily, her head cushioned on her arms. Anna got up and knelt beside her, pouring some oil on her shoulders. As she began to smooth it over Marie's skin, Marie moaned gently 'Mmm. That's nice.' 'Want a massage?' 'Mmm. That'd be nice.' Anna knelt astride Marie's waist 'Pull your hair up.' Marie reached behind her neck and pulled her curls up over her head, exposing a long, slim neck, downy blonde whisps at the base of her head. Anna trickled more oil over her shoulders and began to massage them firmly, accompanied by gentle moans of enjoyment from Marie. Firming her thumbs and fingers along Marie's neck, over her shoulders and down over her back, Anna became immersed in concentration, feeling the firm body under her sliding fingers. As Anna slid her hands up the side of her back, Marie raised herself to lean on her elbows, spread well away from her body, tilting her head slightly to one side as if to look back over her shoulder. The invitation was clear. Anna paused, picked up the bottle and trickled oil over the base of Marie's shoulder blades. She wants me to. I want to. Do it. She slid her hands over the oil, down Marie's body and back up, underneath her and over her breasts, gently cupping and squeezing them. Marie, head hung down watching Anna's hands massaging her breasts, let out a long breath. 'Mmm, that's nice.' Anna gently pinched her nipples, already firm, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sensations of her hands sliding over Marie's breasts, pausing to just cup them again, caressing gently from their underside to their top. Leaning forward, she gently pressed her own breasts against Marie's back and kissed the nape of her neck. After a few more moments caressing Marie's breasts, Anna stood up, turned round and then knelt back down again astride Marie, facing her feet and tucking her own between Marie's body and her elbows. Leaning forward, she trickled oil along the back of each leg and massaged it in with both hands on each leg. As she reached Marie's thigh, she trickled more oil on, and over each buttock. She gently massaged each thigh, sliding her fingertips closer and closer to Marie's vulva with each sweep. As she did so, she looked at it carefully, the outer labia full and pouty, the inner shocking pink and already shiny with her own lubricant. Marie stirred, moving her feet further apart, wriggling her hips, her vulva opening to reveal her vagina. Anna slid her hands over Marie's buttocks, back over her thighs, then dragged her fingertips slowly along the edge of her perineum, pressing them against the softness of her outer labia, gently pressing on her anus. Marie let out a shudder 'Do it, please!' she gasped. Anna reached forward between Marie's legs and ran a finger tip delicately between her labia, pushing it gently into her vagina - so wet and soft. Marie's hips arced up, impaling herself on Anna's finger, clenching around it as Anna withdrew it and slid it forward over the firm button of her clitoris. Marie gasped, 'Jee-sus!' and Anna began to masturbate her firmly, rubbing her index and middle finger-tips in quick circles over and around her clitoris, then sliding both fingers deep into her vagina. As Anna continued this, Marie held her hips up and thighs tense, eventually gasping out 'Yes, yes ... oh God!' as her orgasm over-whelmed her, Anna's fingers working quickly, then slowing as Marie subsided. Anna stood up, then knelt down beside Marie, who turned slowly over, face and chest flushed, a sleepy smile of satisfaction, stretching up her arms to pull Anna down on top of her. They kissed passionately. 'That was beautiful, thankyou.' Marie breathed in Anna's ear. 'I so wanted to do this.' They kissed again, their bodies pressed together, Marie's hands running through Anna's thick brown hair, Anna caressing and squeezing Marie's left breast, her right leg draped across Marie's thigh as she pressed her vulva against her hip. Marie gently pushed Anna back and started to get up. 'Lie on the mat.' Anna took her place on her back as Marie knelt above her, then gently lay on top of her, Anna's arms round her neck, her legs wide apart. They resumed their kissing, both in a fever of passion at the feelings of their lips and their breasts squashed together. Anna lifted her knees up to expose her vulva to the gentle pressure of Marie's pubis. Marie, knowing Anna's need, disentangled herself from their kissing and embrace and slid slowly down Anna's body, squeezing each breast in turn to kiss and suck at the nipple. Anna lay still, in quiet expectation of what was to come, watching intently as Marie slid down her body. Marie, now kneeling between Anna's knees paused to smile at her and scrutinize her vulva. Anna opened her knees wide, exposing herself fully. Marie lay down on her tummy, her face close to Anna and gently caressed her labia with her fingertips, then leant forward and ran her tongue the length of her vulva. As the tip of her tongue flicked firmly over her clitoris, Anna twitched and drew in her breath. Marie pressed her mouth against the wet, musky pink vulva and sucked Anna's clitoris between her lips, feeling the rubbery firmness of it. She sucked it in and out, then flicked the tip of her tongue over it, then settled to a deliberate rhythmical licking to bring Anna her orgasm. As she did so, she probed gently into Anna with her index finger, feeling her vagina clenching around it, her other arm wrapped around Anna's thigh, her hand pressing on her pubis. Anna, caressing and squeezing her own breasts, breathing deeply and holding her breath, her face and chest scarlet, felt her orgasm building up. Marie instinctively increased the pressure and tempo of her licking, worked two fingers inside Anna who came, her body rigid and a great gasp of breath escaping her. 'Oh God! Oh God! That's so good!' Marie slowed her licking and withdrew her fingers as Anna subsided, gasping for breath. Marie got up and lay on top of Anna, who enfolded her in her arms as they again began kissing, Anna licking the slick sheen of her own juices from Marie's face. They lay for several minutes just kissing and caressing, holding each other tightly. At Anna's gentle pressure, Marie slid from on top of her to lie beside her, snuggled up tightly, her free hand caressing Anna's breast. Anna spoke quietly, looking intently at Marie who smiled back at her. 'I don't know what to say; about what we've just done, about how I feel. It's all happened so quickly. I've never made love with another woman before; never really wanted to. I've never been unfaithful to Steve, but I don't feel like I have been, either. I love him very much. I was a virgin when we met; he's been the only man I've ever made love with, in ten years. I saw you yesterday morning, out on your patio, sunbathing ...' Marie looked questioningly at her, then suddenly realised and bit her lip with a guilty smile. ' ... yes, when you masturbated. I stood by my kitchen window and watched you. I couldn't move away. I'd never seen another woman do it. It was so beautiful, watching you, your beautiful body, knowing the pleasure you were giving yourself, wanting you to have a really good orgasm. It was just so erotic. And when you'd finished and started to get up, I ran upstairs feeling so guilty - in case you saw me watching, about being found out, about how I turned on I felt. Then I went and did it myself, thinking about you. You've no idea about how nervous I was when I came round yesterday. I just had to. I had to get to know you. And when you came round for dinner, and you looked so beautiful ... I spent all evening looking at you, staring at your legs, marvelling at how un-self-conscious you were, sneaking furtive glances down your cleavage and at your boobs, staring at you when you were looking away. I was like a teenage boy. And when you told me about Paul I was stunned; and somehow elated. Then we kept talking about sex, and I was relaxed by all the wine, and I felt so horny! Talking with you was so easy. Then I had that rush of blood and gave you my vibrators. I was so embarrassed, knowing that you'd know what I did with them. And then, then you kissed me! I knew you were going to do it, and I just wanted you to but I was so confused and nervous. It was incredible! I was paralysed! Your lips were so soft, so unlike a man's, and when you pulled me against you and I could feel your boobs pressed against mine ... I'm prattling on like an idiot!' 'No, don't stop. Tell me.' 'When you'd gone, I just stood there, stunned. I couldn't believe what had happened, how I felt. I went to bed in my dress, I didn't dare take it off. Don't ask me why! This is so incredible; what do we do now?' 'I'm just as confused as you. I haven't done this before, either. For your sake, we must be discrete ... do you want to do this again?' 'Oh, God, yes!' she pulled Marie tight against her and they kissed and caressed again for several minutes. 'What about Steve?' asked Marie. 'That's what's so strange - it's always been one of Steve's favourite fantasies: two women making love, particularly me making love with another woman and us having a threesome. I could never really get into it; I got turned on when he fantasised, described his fantasy as we made love, but I couldn't let myself go and actually want it in the same way as he did. And now I've done it. From not knowing you, to making mad, passionate love with you in my back garden in two days. Now what do I do?' 'You mustn't tell him.' 'No.' 'What, no you mustn't tell him, or no, you mustn't mustn't tell him?' 'No, I won't tell him.' 'So, we'll have to see each other ...' 'Yes.' 'We're going to have to behave very carefully: lovers are obvious to others, the way they touch, look at each other. What do we do when he does suspect, as I'm sure he will? One or both of us will slip up, give it away.' 'Yes, you're right. I don't know. Oh, God, this is so complicated! I'm so confused! Steve wants to make love with me, and most of the time I'm too tired or I don't feel like it or I've had a bad day or when I do feel like it he doesn't, or the kids are in the way, or ... and now he's away I've just spent an entire weekend feeling so horny and getting a teenage crush on my next-door neighbour and then making love with her, and my poor, sodding husband is away with the kids!' she sobbed desperately, the two women holding each other tightly. After a couple of minutes, being soothed by Marie, she calmed herself and sat up, pulling her hair back from her face 'Now I look a mess.' She looked at her watch 'Fancy some lunch?' They went inside, still naked. They made sandwiches and opened a bottle of beer each, then sat on the sofa to eat and talk, looking intently at each other. Finished, they cuddled together and kissed softly. 'Why did you kiss me like that last night?' Anna asked. 'I just wanted to, had to, you looked so expectant. You kept looking at my mouth, I knew you wanted me to.' 'Was I?' Anna asked, incredulously. Marie nodded, smiling 'What you said earlier, about looking at me, furtively - I noticed! When I first saw you looking at my leg, I thought it was slightly odd, but during dinner, when we were talking, the way you looked at me and kept staring at my cleavage, I started to think "she fancies me!". I was quite shocked, even more so when I realised I liked your attention, I liked you looking at me like that. And it was so nice talking with you, you were such fun, and I realised I was flirting with you, leaning forward, letting you see down my top. There was no pressure on me, like there always is with a man trying to seduce me. And I started to look at your boobs, the way your dress clung to them, the way your nipples were sticking out. We kept talking about sex; by the end of the evening I was feeling really horny! Then you rushed upstairs and brought down your bag. As soon as you gave it to me I knew what was in it. You were trembling. You looked so lovely. So I kissed you. It was wonderful. Yes, just like you said, so different to a man. Your lips are full, and soft. And you didn't force and grab and push and try to control me. And you felt so soft against me. I nearly lost control. I had to rush off. Like you, I felt very confused, excited.' Anna was gently caressing Marie's left breast, watching her intently as she talked. 'What were you reading yesterday? It must have been very mucky!' Marie laughed 'Yes! Just some steamy thriller. Just lying there in the sun, reading a sex scene every chapter, I got so turned on. I hadn't done it for days, and I had no idea I could be seen. Very careless of me - I'm glad your husband or children weren't in! Anyway, you know how it is: when you've got to do it, you've just got to do it! And look what happened as a result!' They both chuckled, then started to kiss again. 'When does your husband get back?' 'Later; this evening' 'Shall we go upstairs?' 'Why not!' Marie picked up the bag of vibrators and they went to Anna's bedroom. Marie looked around, saw the full-length mirror and stood before it, looking at her reflection, turning round. 'You're gorgeous, and you know it!' smiled Anna, standing behind her, putting her arms round her waist and hugging her. 'Mmm. I can't deny that!' she laughed 'I hate good-looking women who say "Oh, but my bum's too big" or whatever. Anyway, you're not bad yourself!' 'Two kids have taken their toll.' 'Let me look at you.' Marie pulled Anna gently round in front of her, slid her hands under Anna's arms and cupped her breasts, then began kissing her neck and under her ear. Anna, smiling gently, relishing the gentle caresses and soft dry kisses, inclined her head slightly, feeling the soft pressure of Marie's breasts against her back. She reached her hands back and held Marie's hips, pulling her forward against her buttocks, watching Marie's hands caress her breasts in the mirror. Marie pinched her nipples gently, then slid her hand down Anna's belly, over her hips, pulling her gently back against herself. Anna felt her press her pubis forward against her buttocks, felt the soft curls against her skin. Marie was looking over Anna's shoulder at their reflection as she slid her hand over Anna's pubis, through her dark curls. Anna moved her feet apart and allowed Marie's fingers to curl round between her legs. Her index finger slid easily between the soft, wet folds. Marie, smiling, kissed her shoulder, Anna smiled back. Marie brought her hand back up and rubbed the glistening finger across Anna's lips, allowed her to suck it in to taste her own juices. As she took it out, Anna turned, putting her arms round Marie, pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Anna pushed Marie gently back, and they tumbled onto the bed. Marie lay on her back and watched as Anna knelt astride her, kissing and sucking at her nipples. As she squeezed and caressed Marie's right breast, looking intently at it almost in disbelief, Anna murmured 'Your boobs are just incredible. So full and round and firm. Mine were never like this. Steve would - will - go wild if he sees you topless!' Marie, caressing Anna's breasts as they hung down, smiled 'Yours are so soft. Do you want Steve to see me topless?' 'I don't mind if he does. I almost feel proud of you!' They giggled and Anna resumed her kissing and sucking, shuffling her way down the bed as she kissed and licked Marie's navel, then knelt between her legs as Marie opened them wide. Lying flat on her tummy, her legs dangling off the end of the bed, she slipped her arms under Marie's knees and wriggled forward as Marie lifted them up. Her vulva opened pinkly, exposing the dark opening of her vagina. Anna licked gently round her, feeling the slippery warmth against her tongue, breathing deeply of the soft, musky scent. Marie watched her intently, leaning up on her elbows as Anna pressed her mouth firmly against her and probed her tongue as far as she could into her vagina, then licked around and over her clitoris. Marie sighed softly 'That's so nice. It looks so beautiful, so sexy, seeing you there, licking me. And it feels wonderful. No scratchy stubble! So gentle.' Anna & Marie Ch. 01 Anna paused 'Mmm. It felt lovely when you did it to me.' then resumed her attention. She groped over the side of the bed and found the bag, fumbled in it and brought out her small vibrator and the larger one. For a moment, concentrating on flicking her tongue rhythmically over Marie's clitoris, she held the top of the larger vibrator in her hand to warm it, then twisted the end to turn it on; a low, busy hum filled the room. She placed the tip at the entrance to Marie's vagina, Marie let out a quiet 'Ooh!' and Anna gently pushed it into her. It slid in smoothly, accompanied by a satisfied 'Mmmmm' from Marie. 'More. Push a bit harder.' Anna pressed the base of the vibrator gently but firmly against the resistance and sucked Marie's clitoris into her mouth, bit very gently with her teeth. Marie gasped, reached down and gripped her fingers into Anna's thick dark hair. Anna paused her licking and reached for the small vibrator with her free hand. Flicking it on, she pressed the tip gently against Marie's clitoris. Marie gasped loudly and thrust her hips forward against the insistent tingling. Still pressing the larger vibrator into Marie's vagina, Anna ran the tip of the little one around her clitoris and vulva, then slid it down to her anus. As it touched, Marie went very still 'Ooh! That's nice!' Anna looked up, saw Marie's eyes closed in concentration on the pleasure. Gently, she pushed the tip of the vibrator against the resistance, eased it back then pressed again, a little firmer. Marie pushed her hips forward, and the tip of the vibrator entered her anus. 'Ok?' asked Anna. 'Mmm. Don't stop.' 'You want me to push it in?' 'Yes.' 'Wait a moment. I'll make it easier. Here, you do this.' Anna took Marie's right hand and guided it to the vibrator protruding from her vagina. She fished into the bag again and brought out the lubricant, and applied a generous blob to the end of the little vibrator. As she touched it against Marie's anus, Marie let out a little gasp 'Oh! It's cold! Mmm, that's nice now.' Anna pushed the vibrator gently in and out of Marie's anus, watching as Marie pushed and pulled the larger one in and out of her vagina with one hand and masturbated with the index finger of the other. She matched Marie's rhythm, pushing deeper and harder as she did. Marie's finger moved frantically now over her clitoris, her hips raised off the bed, her body rigid as she held her breath, her face, neck and chest scarlet, her neck and jaw locked, then she gasped and panted as her orgasm came, the large vibrator pressed hard into herself, her thighs clenching against Anna's shoulders. She kept masturbating furiously for several seconds, then slowly subsided and stopped. The large vibrator slipped out of her vagina, and Anna withdrew the small vibrator, then crawled up to lie beside the apparently comatose Marie, a huge grin on her face. Taking a handkerchief from her bedside drawer, she wiped Marie's face, neck, chest and breasts. Marie opened her eyes 'Dear God, that was incredible!' They kissed and caressed 'Did you like that in your bottom?' Anna asked. 'Yes, it was so tingly, and it felt really nice having it pushed just inside, in and out. Do you do that?' 'Sometimes. It's quite nice with the bigger one too, or even having a man. Didn't Paul ever ...?' 'No, we just fucked ourselves senseless! Does Steve do that to you?' ‘Sometimes. When we first started getting physical, when we were courting - I was a virgin and he was much more experienced - it was the first thing he did to me. I wouldn't let him make love to me, I had this romantic notion of saving myself until we got married. Anyway, one particularly passionate bit of cuddling, with the poor sod frustrated out of his mind ...' they giggled in understanding ' ... and me dripping with passion, he just pushed it against me down there, and I was so relaxed it just went in. I didn't really know what was happening, but it felt damned nice, and he seemed to enjoy it, and it wasn't as if he was taking my virginity, and the next thing I knew he was buggering me with a vengeance. I was so turned on that I brought myself off. We didn't know anything about the risks then, but even if we did we probably wouldn't have stopped! We used to do it occasionally - it makes you feel rather sore afterwards ... I wonder how queers manage ... Steve wants to, says it's really nice because it feels so tight around his penis, and because it's so "naughty"!' Marie looked at Anna 'I didn't realise men and women did that ... ' then she laughed ' ... but then I'd never really contemplated making love with a woman!' 'No, I just can't believe I've just done all this. Here I am, stark naked cuddled up to a beautiful woman who I hardly know and with whom I've just spent most of the day indulging in the most outrageous lesbian sexual antics ... and upon whom I have the most incredible crush, like a twelve year-old schoolgirl, only I'm a thirty year-old mother of two children faithfully married to a lovely man for eight years. And I just want to keep touching you, kissing you. I want to have you want to do that to me. And I know you want to. It's unbelievable.' She looked at the bedside clock. 'We'd better sort ourselves out. I need to compose myself before Steve comes home.' Anna dressed as Marie lay on the bed, watching her, then they went downstairs and Marie dressed in turn, Anna watching her. Marie returned to her house after they had lingered over kisses and caresses by the door. Anna busied herself tidying the house, making the bed, nervous that it might smell of Marie, of sex. She washed her vibrators and returned the bag to the cupboard above her bed (out of the children's reach!) along with Steve's magazine (how to explain the missing page?! You'll think of something if he says anything). Her husband and children arrived in the early evening, all three tired. She bathed the girls and put them to bed, then went downstairs to find Steve slumped in a chair with a beer, half-asleep. He roused himself 'How was your weekend? Get your work done?' 'Most of it. I sat in the garden, did a bit of this, bit of that. Nice and relaxing.' 'Have you talked to Anna next door yet?' 'Yes, we had a little chat. Her name's Marie. She's a widow - her husband was an RAF pilot, killed in an accident last year.' 'Oh. What's she like?' 'Very nice. You'd like her!' 'Oh?' 'Mmm. Very bright; and, I have to admit it, rather stunning.' 'A rare commendation!' Anna grinned at him 'Keep yourself under control when you meet her!' 'Will you let me? Anyway, I'm going to have a bath. Want to join me?' 'No, I'd better finish off this bit of work.' Steve disappeared upstairs, and Anna resumed her school work. After his bath, she heard Steve moving about upstairs, then silence. Half-an-hour later she finished and went upstairs; Steve was asleep in bed. The phone rang downstairs. Slightly irritated, she went back down and answered it 'Hello?' 'It's me, Marie. How are you?' Anna, suddenly excited and alert, said 'I'm fine, they're home now, all asleep.' 'Good, then you can talk. When are we going to see each other?' 'When do you finish work? I'll come round for coffee.' 'I get home at six. I'd rather you came round and made love with me!' Anna chuckled quietly 'Yes, but I'll be telling Steve I'm coming round for coffee! And we'll only have half-an-hour! And if I come home flushed and hot and sweaty he might get a bit suspicious!' 'I thought of that! I've joined the squash club - can you play?' 'Yes, but I haven't for years.' 'Never mind. We'll say we're going to play squash for an hour. With travel there and back and a shower and a drink afterwards that gives us at least two hours, and will account for your red face and being worn out! Mind you, you'll have to wear your kit when we make love in order to get it suitably sweaty. We'll actually play occasionally!' Anna giggled again 'Can't I buy a can of designer sports sweat to spray on?' 'Brilliant! Anyway, tomorrow evening? What time's best?' 'I'll come round after the children are in bed.' 'Ok, see you then. Bye!' Anna, elated, went back upstairs, undressed and went to bed. She cuddled up against Steve and was soon asleep. The next morning, she woke to feel Steve caressing her, his erection nudging against her bottom. Sleepily, she positioned her hips for him and felt him push gently but firmly into her. His hands squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples erect as he worked himself deep into her. She pushed back against him, but otherwise lay still, half asleep, feeling him push in and out of her. It felt good, comforting and reassuring. He held onto her hips, now pushing faster and more deliberately into her. She held herself still, bottom pushed back for him to get better penetration into her. She was fully awake now and quite aroused, concentrating on his penis, slickly wet from her, as it pushed against the top of her vagina. She new he was very close to finishing - the weekend's absence from her, she thought - and reached down between her legs and began to masturbate. Almost as soon as she started, she felt him tense and heard him gasping, felt him pumping quickly into her, gripping her hips tightly as he came. Drained, he relaxed against her, kissing her shoulder. She stopped her masturbation, feeling him slipping softly from her. She wriggled onto her back and pulled him across her for a long kiss, a contented, sleepy smile on his face. 'Mmm. That felt good. Sorry it was so quick: I've missed you.' She smiled at him, then kissed him and hugged him tightly to her. 'I missed you too.' He slid his hand down her body, over her mons and slid a finger between her labia. She opened her legs for him and relaxed completely as he masturbated her, sucking her nipple firmly into his mouth as she gently squeezed and caressed her other breast. After a couple of minutes of this they heard the children getting up. 'Shit!' hissed Steve, vehemently. 'Ditto.' murmured Anna, resignedly. 'Ah well, better get up.' They got up, Steve taking the bathroom while Anna made the breakfast downstairs. Later, as Steve was preparing to leave for work, she remembered her appointment with Marie. 'Oh! I nearly forgot: I'm playing squash with Marie this evening, at eight-thirty. Don't be late.' 'Squash? You haven't played for ages. Good idea. Okay, see you later. Bye children!' The day passed, she took the children to the park, they played on the apparatus, swings and slides. Lunch, games, tea, television, Steve came home, had supper, watched the news, children's bath, bed, story. With Steve still downstairs watching the Channel 4 news, and starting to get excited and nervous, she locked herself in the bathroom and washed herself on the bidet, then went into the bedroom and collected her sports kit into her bag. She slipped the bag of vibrators in underneath, desperately hoping Steve wouldn't look in that cupboard and notice its absence. She went downstairs, found Steve engrossed in some news item. 'I'm off now; we'll probably have a drink after, so I'll see you about ten'ish.' 'Okay, have a good time. Don't get too knackered.' he called absently after her. 'Bye.' Heart pounding, she walked across the drive and knocked quietly on Marie's door. Almost immediately, Marie opened the door. 'Hi. Okay?' 'Yes.' 'Let's go. We'll drive down the road a bit, then walk back.' They climbed in Marie's car and drove two hundred yards, parked, then walked back in total silence and slipped quietly into Marie's house, Anna dropping her bag in the hall. As the door closed they both burst into fits of sniggering giggles, holding on to each other in the hall. 'God, I feel like a naughty schoolgirl!' giggled Anna. 'Me too, but where are we going to get one at this time of night?!' They both doubled up in hysterics. After several seconds they calmed down and stood quietly, looking at each other, gently holding hands. Marie broke the moment's silence. 'We'd better take our coats off; we're standing here like two twits.' They both smiled again and took off their coats, then went into the living room. Two glasses of wine stood on the coffee table. They sat down together on the sofa and sipped their wine, held hands un-selfconsciously. 'How did it go, with Steve?' 'Oh, fine. He was knackered last night. Had a bath and went to bed. Out like a light. He was as randy as hell this morning ... ' Anna looked guiltily at Marie, who smiled encouragingly, so she continued ' ... he made love to me in about thirty seconds flat. Then, just as he was masturbating me, the children started to rake around. Very frustrating.' Marie leant forward and kissed her softly 'Never mind, you're here now, I can fix that.' She took Anna's wine glass from her and stood it and her own back on the table, then they resumed kissing. As they kissed, Anna unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it up out of her skirt waistband. Marie caressed Anna's breasts through her bra, then pulled her forward to allow her to undo it, slipping her hand underneath as it came free to cup and squeeze her breast. Anna moaned softly in their kiss, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, her own hands now sliding over Marie's clinging, low-cut top, caressing her full, firm breasts through the thin, soft material. Marie's head moved down, her hand cupping Anna's left breast up as she sucked the nipple between her lips. 'Dear me, but I feel so turned on!' muttered Anna softly. Marie looked up at her, smiling, gently nipping her nipple. 'Me too. Let's go upstairs.' They stood, Anna pulling her blouse and bra off and pulling Marie against her for a passionate kiss, her fingers clenched in her thick blonde curls. They went upstairs, Marie leading, Anna carrying her bag of battery-driven toys. Marie's room was softly lit by a couple of lamps; a huge double bed was covered with a thick, pastel-covered duvet. The far wall was covered with the obligatory fitted cupboards and mirrored make-up unit. Marie turned and faced Anna as she stepped inside, then pulled the top off over her head in one smooth movement, dropping it to the floor as she opened her arms, beckoning Anna to her. Anna stood still for a moment, again stunned by Marie's prettiness, her incredible, beautiful breasts and slim waist. She stepped into Marie's embrace, felt her own full, soft breasts press against Marie's, felt Marie's soft, slim arms enfolding her shoulders, smelt her delicate perfume, felt her lips soft against hers. She was in a complete rapture of sensation, of delight, wonderment at the new experience she was undergoing. They separated briefly, Anna to take off her skirt and knickers, Marie her jeans. 'No knickers! You brazen hussy!' breathed Anna in mock horror. 'No DPO on a bottom this good!' laughed Marie, turning and offering her rump for inspection. 'Damn you!' hissed Anna, running a hand over each firm mound. They climbed onto the bed and began to make love in earnest. Anna lay on her back in the middle of the bed, Marie kneeling up astride her hips, then leant across to pull a bottle of baby oil from her bedside cabinet. As Anna watched her intently, she filled the palm of her hand with oil and smeared it thickly over her breasts. She trickled oil over Anna's chest and they began to massage each other's breasts, smiling and "Mmm"ing with the sheer sensuous pleasure of it. Marie leant forward and they kissed, Anna pulling her down, pushing her thighs gently to get Marie to lie on top of her. Marie slid her body over Anna's, rubbing their breasts together as they kissed. Marie half slid off Anna, ran her slick hand down over her belly to her vulva and pushed a finger into her already wet vagina. 'God, you're certainly ready.' Anna smiled at her, then looked down her body at Marie's hand between her legs, now gently working two fingers in and out of her vagina. 'More.' Marie smiled and carefully eased a third finger inside Anna, who reached out and grabbed a vibrator. This she switched on and placed against her clitoris. Marie got up, kneeling beside Anna's hips to watch closely as her vaginal opening stretched pinkly around her fingers, Anna circling the vibrator tip round and over her plump clitoris. She withdrew her fingers and Anna slid the vibrator deep inside herself, pushing it firmly against the resistance when it was fully inside. She was looking intently up at Marie, then began to masturbate with her free hand, her legs wide apart, knees drawn up. Marie shuffled between her legs and began to masturbate in turn, watching Anna. Encouraging each other, they orgasmed together; Marie collapsed forward onto Anna. Recovering, they kissed softly, murmuring their delight softly in each other's ear. They lay together for half an hour, then Anna rolled Marie over and climbed on top of her, turning round to position herself for soixante-neuf. They giggled as they positioned themselves 'It's easier to do this on a man!' They settled with both of them on their sides, bodies curved for better access. They were both silent as they licked and sucked lovingly at each other, gently probing their fingers inside each other's vagina. After twenty minutes, Anna pushed the vibrator into Marie, who stopped, concentrating as her orgasm overwhelmed her, holding Anna's thighs tightly and whimpering with delight at the intensity of the release. Anna wriggled round and lay beside her. 'Wow! That was wonderful.' 'Mmm. I feel sleepy.' 'I shall have to go soon. Can I have a shower?' 'Of course. I'll join you, it'll wake me up.' They showered together, squashed together in the small cubicle as they soaped and caressed each other, kissing passionately. Dried and dressed, they slipped quietly out to collect Marie's car. Arriving back, they parted with a quick kiss. Anna told Marie to come round for coffee after work the following day; she would, of course: they were both infatuated.