5 comments/ 10187 views/ 6 favorites Jackie Barnes Ch. 01 By: qdata Author's preamble: This is a fictional story containing graphic descriptions of a sexual relationship between two consenting mature women. Any resemblance between my characters and people in real life is purely coincidental. If material of this nature is illegal where you are viewing it, please surf away now. If this kind of story is in any way offensive to you, may I respectfully suggest you hit the back button on your browser and select a different category. I have no wish to offend my readers. Note: I try to write a story so the build-up is slow but gets hotter for those who are patient;) To those who have chosen to stay and read this story, I hope you enjoy it... ~oOo~ If I buy a raffle ticket, my number always seems to be one higher or one lower than the winner. If I back a horse it plods around the course, nibbling at the grass on the way. When I went on a blind date as a teenager, I finished up with a spotty, bumbling nerd. If I book a plane ticket, you could guarantee my flight would be cancelled. Get the picture? Lady Luck just does not smile upon me. Little did I know, however, that one day she must have been off duty and a deputy took over, not knowing the routine, and I got a slice of luck which I could scarcely believe. Let me backtrack a little. I lived and worked in London, temping secretarial work with an agency. It paid enough to keep the wolf from the door. I had a small but reasonably comfortable bed-sitter near the tube station. Then one day my landlord came on strong and demanded extra rent: payment to be given on my knees sucking his dick. Had he been presentable, I might just have considered it but he was a scruffy slob with green-suede teeth, unkempt, unwashed, unshaven and with a beer belly so big, I doubt if he had seen the pathetic little willy he fished out of his flies for years. When I just laughed and turned my back, he gave me 24 hours to get the fuck out of my room. Have you ever tried to rent a room in London? Even a broom closet costs the earth! I got myself on the books of several letting agents but everything seemed way beyond my purse. A friend put me up for a few days but she made it plain that sleeping on her couch was a very temporary arrangement so I was, in effect, homeless. After much cogitation I decided to leave the London rat-race behind and I had heard that, in the north of England, accommodation was very much cheaper and easier to find so, on Monday I loaded all my worldly goods into two large cases and struggled onto the Newcastle train, arriving there after twelve hours. Yes, the train broke down out in the middle of nowhere. Naturally the buffet car ran out of stock and the heating was off so I arrived at Newcastle Central station, cold, hungry, thirsty and exhausted. I had had the forethought to use the internet to pre-book at a B&B for a couple of nights so I climbed into a taxi and got myself settled into the tiny garret after lugging my cases up four flights of stairs. I didn't even open my suitcases, just stripped to my underwear and pulled the duvet over me. The next morning dawned bright and cheerful so, in a much more positive state of mind, I had some breakfast and set off to start my life in the new city. First consideration was accommodation. I was very pleasantly surprised at the availability of flats at a price within the reach of a mere mortal like myself. I arranged appointments to view a couple of addresses then found my way to register with three employment agencies looking for secretarial work. I had not realised how unfriendly was the capital city until I experienced the open kindliness of the Geordies, once my ears became attuned to the sing-song accent I heard. I kept my appointments to view the flats, but, for one reason or another, they weren't really suitable. Nothing wrong, just they were not 'me', if you know what I mean, so I determined to go back and get some more from the letting agent. That evening I had a fairly decent meal in a pub, washed down with a couple of glasses of the house wine before making my way 'home' in a much better frame of mind than last night. At breakfast the next morning, my mobile buzzed. "Ms Barrett? Jenny here from Jobsforyou. Something has just come in which may suit you and it's rather urgent. Could you please pop round and we can talk about it?" Of course I could, I told her, and said I'd be there within the hour. And this must have been the day Lady Luck turned the job over to her deputy. Jenny was the girl to whom I had presented my CV and I had given her a brief run-down of my situation. She welcomed me with a lovely smile and had me sit by her desk. She fished a folder out from her drawer and opened it. "Well, Ms Barrett, Perhaps this appointment may suit you, as you've just arrived in the area. It's a live-in post." At this point I must have looked somewhat dubious so Jenny quickly pushed on: "You would be working as a secretary/PA for J. D. Barnes. Yes, the novelist," she confirmed, at my look of intrigue. "Basically she wants somebody there all the time to take her words down when she gets 'inspiration', even if that is in the middle of the night. She confided in me that she often does her best work at that time. The downside is that she would like you also to undertake light household duties. She needs somebody to start immediately and I understand you would be available? The starting salary would be £30,000 p/a, paid monthly. Food and accommodation all found. The rest she will tell you if you're interested. Have a think about it; I'll get us a cup of coffee." My immediate thought was that I wouldn't need to find a flat if I was offered the position and took it. The money was more than good, it was fantastic, especially if I didn't have to find rent and food. J. D. Barnes always had a couple of books on the best-sellers list and I did like her style of writing: one never knew quite what to expect from her novels. Lately her output had bordered on the erotic fiction genre. I was certainly interested in the post. My main worry was those 'light household duties': I did not want to be a convenient skivvy, however well paid, but I determined to ask my potential new employer exactly what would be expected of me. I was deep in thought when Jenny placed a cup of coffee in front of me and touched my arm to let me know it was there. I smiled my thanks at her so she proceeded to give me the rest of the meagre details she had available. I ran it all through my mind and made my decision. "Yes, I think I'd like to see her. Could you arrange an interview, please?" Jenny picked up her phone, checked the number and tapped it out. "Ms Barnes? Jenny here, from Jobsforyou.Yes, I have a young lady, a Ms Sandy Barratt, who may be interested in the post. Thank you Ms Barnes, we do try to match our clients quickly. You're very welcome." She listened on the phone for a minute then covered the mouthpiece and asked if I could go there right away. I told her yes and she confirmed to Ms Barnes that I would be with her as soon as possible. Jenny consulted her watch and said I would be at South Gosforth Metro station by about 11:00. "OK," she said to me after putting the phone down. "Go out of the office, turn left then right at the traffic lights. Ahead, you will see the metro station. Get the train to South Gosforth - it's only twenty minutes and there's a train every few minutes. You will be met at the station when you get there." She gave me a lovely smile, stood and shook my hand. "Good luck, Ms Barrett. I think the post may be ideal for you." I followed Jenny's directions and found the station easily. The train I needed was pulling into the platform as I got there and the journey was, as Jenny had said, just twenty minutes. Going out of town this time of day meant I had few fellow travellers and there were only three other people getting off at this stop. Lady Luck's deputy was still on duty. I stood on the platform as the other passengers moved away, then I saw Ms Barnes waiting for me. I recognised her from the pictures on the back of her books and stepped forward with a few butterflies in my tummy. She was maybe 3" taller than my 5' 6", with a stocky figure. I knew, from the brief biographical details on her books, that she was in her mid forties, maybe ten years older than me but she could easily pass for ten years younger than her biological age. Her light fawn tweed skirt dropped to her knees and the heavy cotton shirt, tucked into her waist, covered a fairly substantial bosom. She was wearing 'sensible' shoes with a low heel. Her face seemed more youthful than in her photographs and a wide smile of welcome creased her face. She strode to me, hand outheld to mine. Her grip was firm and confident as she greeted me with the words, "Ms Barrett? I'm Jackie Barnes." "Pleased to meet you Ms Barnes." "Shall we go?" She waved her hand in the general direction of the exit so I followed her to the car park where she opened a late model BMW open-top sports car and got behind the wheel. I sat in the passenger seat as she drove carefully away. It was only a ten minute drive to her house: a large Victorian building up a gravelled drive through a gorgeous array of late spring flowers at the roadside with a lovely manicured lawn beyond the blooms. A flick of a remote control opened a large garage ready for her to drive straight in. She ushered me into her house and through to what was obviously her study. There were two large leather armchairs in the bay window; she took one and invited me to be seated in the other. I handed my CV to her and she read it carefully, nodding here and there as she did so. She looked me over as I sat there patiently waiting for her to finish. I was dressed in a conventional dark navy business suit, white shirt and loose silk flowered tie at my neck. I wore tights and on my feet were navy shoes with a three inch stiletto heel. Ms Barnes nodded, as if in approval of my attire, then said, "May I call you Sandy?" I nodded. "I'm Jackie. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together if you take the post, so we don't need the formalities. "What I need is somebody to be available at any time day or night, to take shorthand notes of whatever comes into my mind when I am writing. Or you can use a recorder. I can't get on with computers or word processors and the likes, I 'write' on my feet, so it will be your task to type up your notes and give me a written copy so I can change and edit where needed. I really need to see reaction as I'm thinking, it helps me a lot, and don't be afraid to offer suggestions. That will always be your main task. Do you come awake quickly should I need you at three A.M.?" I'm one of those fortunates who wake up quickly so I assured her it would be no problem. She asked me a list of questions about my qualifications and so on. I would need a valid passport as I would be expected to be with her if she went abroad: I assured her that mine was current then I asked, "What would be my other duties, Jackie? Jenny at the agency mentioned light housework." "Yes, that's right, but they are really light duties. Just make our beds at the weekends and deliver soiled clothes to the laundry room. Mr and Mrs Johnson, they live in the old gatehouse, will do the heavy work in the house: cleaning, cooking, laundry and around the garden. They get the weekends off but Mrs Johnson always prepares food for us so I will need you to warm whatever she leaves in the fridge for us, if necessary, and wash the pots over the weekend. You will be entitled to one and a half days each week, to be arranged at our mutual convenience but I must warn you that, if the muses take me I may have to ask you to postpone your days off. One of your duties will be to keep a track of my appointments diary and remind me each day of any meetings or commitments I have. That is about it really. Do you think you could manage that?" "Yes, Jackie, I don't see any problems: I'm very interested and would like to take the position." "Good," she said, "Come, I'll show you your own room." I followed her up the grand staircase and she led me off to the left and opened a door, ushering me in before her. The room had a high ceiling and a large bay window provided lots of light. I looked out of the window onto the large expanse of lawn. The room itself was tastefully furnished with a large double bed, plenty of drawer space and a walk in closet for my hanging clothes. In one corner was a work station with a PC and a leather-topped desk. There was also a TV and sound system installed: I also noticed an intercom system on the bedside table which I assumed would be to summon me when my employer needed my services. Jackie opened a door off to the side and showed me the bathroom with shower, bath, toilet and bidet: sheer luxury. I was very impressed by what would be my accommodation. When I had seen enough, Jackie gave me a quick tour of the rest of the house. In the kitchen I met Mrs Johnson, the cook/housekeeper. She was a plump, motherly type, maybe in her fifties, with frizzy blonde hair, rosy cheeks and a happy smile. "Would you bring us some coffee to the study please, Mrs Johnson?" asked Jackie. She and I returned to the study and, before too long, Mrs Johnson came in with a tray laden with coffee pots and a plate of biscuits. Jackie passed me a cup and invited me to help myself to cream. "Well, Sandy," she said when we both had coffee in front of us, "I think you and I are going to get along famously. I would like to take you on initially for a one month trial period. If it works out as I think it will, the post will then be yours permanently. Would you like to work with me?" "Very much, Jackie," I replied without hesitation. "Good. When can you move in and start?" "As soon as you like," I shrugged. "Today if you wish: I have no commitments. I would just need to collect my things from the B&B." "Excellent!" Jackie pulled out her mobile and I heard her speaking to the agency, telling Jenny that I would be starting right away and to draw up the contract. When she put the phone away she said to me, "Finish your coffee: I'll get Mr Johnson to drive you to your B&B and pick up your things, then we're all set." She left me sitting there sipping my coffee and nibbling at a biscuit and a few minutes later she returned with a man who was introduced as Mr Johnson. "Whenever you're ready Ms Barrett," the man said with a friendly smile. I finished my coffee, stood up and followed him to the garage. He drove us back to the city and came with me to my room to help me with my baggage. I settled my bill and he drove us back to my new home, again helping me carry my luggage to my room. I spent an hour unpacking my cases and putting everything away then the intercom crackled into life and Jackie asked me to join her in the back garden. I took off my jacket as it was pleasantly warm outside but then I had to ask Mrs Johnson how to get there. The outside door from her kitchen would lead me to the side of the house, she told me, but there was a patio door through the lounge and Ms Barnes was probably out there. Jackie was sitting in a lounger on the patio and rose as I approached. Side by side we walked along the gravel paths around the lovely flower beds as she told me about the status of her current work. "My latest novel," she said, "is almost finished. I'm going through the final proofs and I'll need you to edit the files which Jessica, your predecessor, stored on your computer. Then we can send it off for publication. "I have one or two ideas for my next book - I like to keep working because I just enjoy it so much and it keeps me in the lifestyle I enjoy - so, it's back to the grind." She shrugged and flashed a smile at me. "What are your ideas for the next one, Jackie," I asked, genuinely interested. We walked on in silence for a couple of minutes as she composed her thoughts. "I think I want to go back to a romance but I also want to get away from the stock 'boy meets girl in a library' sort of thing. Been there, done that! I'd like to do something much more adventurous, something more exotic. Different, if you follow my drift. It's going to be a tempestuous affair before they end up 'happy ever after'." "Something exotic? Do you mean the relationship or the setting?" I asked. "Perhaps a bit of both," she ruminated. "Maybe some wild part of South America - not the Amazon jungle, maybe half way up the Andes? Argentina perhaps." I suggested. "You could have main characters from two different cultures. Clash of cultural lifestyles... " "Hmm, possibilities there. Anything else?" "Similar cultural difference set in the east somewhere, maybe Indonesia. Could be after an earthquake or other tragedy." "Good, I quite like that. Keep those ideas coming." This time it was I who stayed silent for a few minutes then, a little timidly, I suggested: "Have you ever considered two women as lovers rather than man and woman? Lesbians!" That stopped her in her tracks and I could almost hear her brain working. Just then it started to rain, quickly building up to one of those really sharp showers but Jackie didn't seem to notice, she started walking again, oblivious of the rain soaking us. She stopped again and turned to look at me closely. "Tell me to mind my own bloody business if you want, Sandy. Are you 'that way inclined'?" I looked her straight in the eyes and detected no dislike or rejection in them. "Yes, Jackie, I am 'that way inclined', as you put it. I've had a couple of boyfriends but I prefer women. Does that make a difference? To my position with you, I mean?" "Absolutely none whatsoever, my dear. I appreciate your candour. Would you like to expand on your idea for a story?" By now we were both soaked to the skin and both our shirts were almost transparent and clinging to our bodies, with our underwear showing through clearly. Uncaring, she walked on with me keeping abreast of her, but now directing our steps back towards the house as I put forward various possible scenarios. We got back inside and she told me to go and dry off then return to the study. I quickly made my way to my room, stripped, towelled myself down, brushed my hair and dressed myself more comfortably. Jackie, too, had dressed more casually and there was a cup of steaming coffee waiting to warm me through. I sipped at it gratefully. "Now," said Jackie when I was settled back in my chair, "tell me more about these two women who are going to meet in adversity." "Perhaps the older one, the rescuer, eventually seduces the younger. Or vice versa. I haven't thought about it much beyond that." "No problem with that, Sandy. I'm the writer, that's my job. Such a situation could gel nicely with my own proto-plot. I think I like your idea. I have been giving much thought to the idea of my next book being much more erotic. The market is changing, explicit sex is no longer taboo and there seems to be a hunger for that kind of material. We women are becoming much more adventurous in our reading habits and I don't want to be left behind, I want to be at the forefront, even break new barriers. "Your idea of a lesbian romance intrigues me but there is a small problem: male and female I know about. I've had affairs, sometimes tempestuous," here she smiled then continued, "I've been married as you probably know, but I've never had any experience of girl with girl. If I write this one, I'm going to have to rely upon your experiences to guide me. I need to understand not only the emotional differences, but the physical aspects of such a relationship. How would you feel about describing that side of things?" She was looking at me inquisitively and I returned her stare. An idea was starting to form in my mind: the woman before me was not unattractive and I have always liked women with a fuller figure. I said nothing for a couple of minutes, wondering if my idea would bring a quick termination of my brand new contract. Taking a deep breath and, with some trepidation, I put the question: "Would you consider getting some first hand experience? Perhaps with me." Jackie Barnes Ch. 01 She sat upright and again stared at me, as if looking at me in a different light. "Are you trying to seduce me?" "Jackie, I've never been forward in such matters. I was thinking more of helping you with your work. I'm sorry if I've offended you with my question. Please forgive me." "I'm not offended but your suggestion rocked me. I've never thought along those lines. I won't reject the idea out of hand but I certainly need to give it some thought, to sleep on it." She reached into the briefcase sitting on the floor next to her chair and pulled out a thick manuscript. She separated about one half of the sheets and passed them to me. "This is my latest book, with the final corrections. Please work through them and edit the copy on your computer. I should finish the rest today, then we can put it to bed, as it were. Ask Mrs Johnson for a snack if you feel peckish, and I would like you to have dinner with me every evening at 6 o'clock, casual dress is fine. After dinner, your time will be your own. Take a walk round the village if you like, or watch TV. Just get yourself settled in. Oh yes, let me have your mobile number, just in case. Taking the thick sheaf of paper, I returned to my room and fired up the computer. I was pleased to notice that it had a very fast broadband connection. I searched the hard drive and was again pleased to see that it was well organised so finding files was easy. I located the current novel files then looked at the corrected paper copy. There were some proofreaders' marks but I was not familiar with them, however a quick search found an excellent article which I printed out and, referring to the article, I soon found myself interpreting the few marks in the script and correcting the computer copy. As this was the final reading, there were very few mistakes, mainly a character to be changed here and there or a extra space to be deleted. I was making good progress through the text and decided to visit the kitchen where I asked Mrs Johnson for a sandwich and coffee. I sat in the kitchen for my lunch and chatted with Mrs Johnson as she worked at preparing dinner. She and her husband had been with Ms Barnes for about seven years and they were both happy in her service. Jessica, my predecessor, had left suddenly because her mother had had a heart attack and needed full time care. I returned to my work and had just finished the corrections when it was time for dinner. The meal was delicious and the atmosphere was relaxed and easy. Jackie and I chatted away through the meal, each of us learning more of the other. I reported that I had finished the corrections she had given me and was handed the rest of the script to work on tomorrow. When we had finished the meal, I excused myself and decided to take a stroll around the area, getting used to the local geography. It was one of those villages absorbed by the expanding city but still retaining much of its original charm. As dusk fell, I found a pub and enjoyed a glass of wine while watching the locals come and go. A young man tried to pick me up but retreated without any unpleasantness when I declined his advances. In no great hurry, I ambled back home and watched some TV before undressing for bed. Sleep was slow to come and I found myself reflecting on the day's events. Dinah Washington's song, 'What a difference a day makes' kept going through my mind as I reflected on my change of luck, my new job, new employer, new everything. I sent an unspoken message of thanks to Lady Luck's deputy then, with a deep, contented sigh I turned over and drifted into oblivion. I awoke next morning at about 7:30, stretched languorously, threw off the duvet and repaired to the bathroom where I completed my morning toilet. Dressing in a smart trouser suit, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs Johnson was already on duty and asked me what I would like for breakfast. I settled for a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Jackie came in still in her night clothes with a robe over her shoulders. Mrs Johnson set a cup of coffee before her as she sat opposite me. "Do you think you could finish the manuscript today?" "I'll start on it right away," I told her. "Jessica kept my calendar on your computer, would you check if I have any appointments today, please." "I'll do that, Jackie." I took the manuscript and a cup of coffee to my room, fired up the computer and located the calendar program. Jackie had two phone calls to make and she had an appointment in Newcastle at 3:00 PM. I made a note of these commitments, returned to the kitchen where Jackie was drinking more coffee. I gave her the slip of paper on which I had written her tasks. "Ah, yes. That appointment. I had forgotten it. I want you to be with me for that one. We can take the metro into town and have some lunch before the meeting. It will give you some insight into my routine. Join me in the study at noon please, Sandy." I returned to my room and worked on the manuscript all morning and thought there was only two or three more hour's work on it left. I popped the dictaphone into my handbag, just in case I needed it, and joined Jackie just before noon. We went to the garage and she passed me a set of car keys with the words, "We'll go in your car today. You are fully insured on my policies. It's yours to use as you wish while you are with me." The car was a one year old Mini Countryman. This job just got better and better. On that short drive to the metro station, we did not say much, nor on the train into town, but I was conscious of Jackie discretely checking me out. Of course I didn't mention it, wondering if she was considering the suggestion I had made the previous evening and I must admit that the thought gave me a slight tingling in my body. When we got to town, we had a leisurely lunch in the magnificent Royal Station Hotel where Jackie was greeted by name by the staff. After lunch we took a taxi to a small office complex. This meeting, my employer informed me, was to finalise the arrangements for a week of book signing at a chain of book stores in five cities in Ireland in two weeks time. She would want me to go there for a couple of days in advance of her arrival, just to make sure everything was in order and I would stay with her when she arrived. The meeting was cordial but businesslike. I was making notes of any salient points and was handed a folder containing the itinerary, the plane tickets, hotel accommodation. Everything we needed was included so, after the meeting was concluded, we took a taxi back to the station and made our way home. When we got back home, I worked on the manuscript until almost 6 o'clock, not quite getting it finished, but it was time to join Jackie for dinner. The weather outside had changed very much for the worse: heavy rain sluicing down from dark clouds and blowing a near gale. It had also turned quite chilly. That scrapped any tentative plans I had for another walk of discovery in the village. I don't like watching TV very much with nothing but reality shows and soaps filling the schedules. I prefer not to live vicariously in fictitious traumas and passions. So, when Jackie suggested an evening in front of a big fire with a couple of bottles of wine and a 'getting to know you' natter, I readily agreed. The library was a cosy room, there was already a log fire spitting and crackling in the big old stone hearth so I got us some wine and glasses from the kitchen and we sank down into either end of the soft sofa, feet tucked up beneath us. We got talking about our past lives: she told me of her marriage which was dissolved five years ago. No great traumatic ending but any love had dried up so they decided to go their separate ways. He had remarried to another divorcee but they remained friends. I had several amusing reminiscences about my days at college, recounting some of the scandals involving my fellow students but how I had managed to get through the three years without any major dirt sticking to me. I told Jackie that I studied hard and, to make ends meet, I took a short course in massage, bought myself a portable massage table and built up a list of clients whom I visited on a regular basis. "Were your clients men or women?" Jackie enquired. "Oh, both." "Did you have any problem with the men getting fresh?" "Sometimes a new male client might want to touch me as I worked but I always made it clear that I was a professional masseuse, not a hooker. Having said that," I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "sometimes they would almost beg me to give them a 'relief massage' and if I liked them I would. And hike up my prices enormously. "There was one old man, lots of problems with aching bones and such, had me visit him every other week. Poor old sod hadn't had a woman for fifteen years, since his wife died and was very generous when I gave him a 'special' as he would call it. I even allowed him to touch my bum and boobs. He was stinking rich and had no family so he was happy to pay for the pleasure I gave him. I always kissed his forehead as I left him. He was a really nice man but he died after I had been going to him for just over a year. I was amazed when I received a letter from his solicitor and found that he had left me a few thousand in his will. Not a lot, but it cleared my student debts." "I don't suppose you had any of those problems with your female clients, did you?" "Jackie, you would be amazed at how many horny middle aged women out there. Frustrated by a 'wham, bang, thank you ma'am' husband or one too tired from overwork to do anything but fall asleep as soon as they got to bed. They would often confide in me as I worked on their bodies and I used to be able to judge them to a nicety. I knew which buttons to press and sometimes - well, quite often - I used my hands to give them what they craved. For the most part they were very generous, too. They would never consider themselves to be lesbians. "Did I feel like a hooker? Well, the first couple of times, it bothered me a little but I was grateful for the extra money and, truth be told, I quite enjoyed it myself although I was careful to remain detached emotionally, but sometimes I would go back home after such a client and almost rape my current partner. Just after the girls, though. With the men I was clinically aloof." After my 'confessions' I gulped down the rest of my wine and got us both a refill. We both sat there silently sipping at the wine and I thought that maybe Jackie had something on her mind, although what it was surprised me. "Sandy," she asked, "do you like pot?" "Well, I used to share the odd joint in college but not since then." "Do you fancy sharing a couple with me this evening? I like a smoke but I like to share it." "Yes, okay, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." She got up, went to a bureau in the corner and came back with half a dozen ready-rolled joints and a cigarette lighter. She sat down much closer to me than before and lit up, dragging on it deeply and inhaling the smoke slowly. She held it in for an age then slowly blew it out. She took another big drag and passed it over to me. Back and forth we passed the joint until it was finished. It had been a long time for me so it affected me quite quickly. While we were smoking, Jackie said, "I just fancy turning the lights down and getting more than slightly pickled and stoned in front of the fire tonight." "That sounds like a nice way to get relaxed," I responded. The main light was on a dimmer switch which she turned right down so the only real source of illumination was the glowing log fire with little flames flickering around the unconsumed wood. It was a very cosy, almost intimate, atmosphere. She sat down in front of the sofa on the sheepskin hearthrug and invited me to join her. We kept our wine close by and shared another joint. We talked of this and that, giggling together at amusing tales we each related. We drank our wine and smoked our pot until we were both totally relaxed then came the question which didn't really surprise me. Even though I was very much attracted to this woman, the suggestion had to come from her. "Will you give me a massage, Sandy?" This was what I had been building up to all evening, I had deliberately given her the opening but even so I could see that she was nervous. Maybe she had needed the relaxing pot and wine to give her the courage. Whatever, I was happy to play along but I knew I must tread softly. I moved my face close to hers, giving her every opportunity to back away. When she didn't I asked, very quietly, "Are you sure, Jackie? You know wine and pot lowers your inhibitions." Gazing into my eyes, she whispered back, "Yes, Sandy. Maybe they need to be lowered. Be gentle with me." For some reason known only to the gods of marihuana, her request cracked us both up and we had to surrender to fits of the giggles. I tried two or three times to move in to kiss her lips but each time we both got the giggles again. Eventually I put my hand to her face, closed the gap and gave her a sweet, non-demanding kiss. I held it for a few long seconds before moving back again and noticed Jackie was panting a little. It was she who initiated the next kiss, just as sweet and tender as mine but hers was getting just a little more animated as we held the kiss so I put my hand under her hair at the back and pulled her gently closer. After an age, I sat back on my haunches and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. "I can't give you a decent massage through all these clothes," I told her so she allowed me to open it up and pull it from her skirt. I slipped it off her shoulders, in that movement giving her a little hug and kiss. She had to wriggle a little as I removed her skirt then her shoes and stockings. Her satin slip followed and she sat there glowing in the light of the fire dressed only in bra and panties. I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and told her to lay on her tummy as I put the cushion under her head. "Wait there just for a minute." I told her then ran to my bedroom, quickly stripped to my own underwear, grabbed my bottle of hand lotion and ran back down to her. She hadn't moved an inch but opened an eye when I returned to kneel at her head, then closed it again as if surrendering herself to me. I dribbled a goodly measure of lotion into my palms, rubbed it round to take away the chill then spread it on her shoulders. She flinched at my first touch then relaxed again as I smoothed it onto her skin. I stroked her shoulders gently to get her used to my touch, gradually increasing the pressure as my fingers located the tension lumps in the muscles and stroked them away. I used more lotion and spread it over her upper back and teased away the tensions. Jackie was relaxing nicely as I worked first on one side then the other. Soon I had her almost purring so I moved and knelt on her left side, feeling the warmth of the fire on my own skin. I picked up her hand and massaged her fingers and thumb individually then pressed my thumbs into the fleshy part of her hand and continued up her lower arm and on to her biceps, smoothing into her shoulder. Keeping one hand resting gently between her shoulder blades, I moved to her right side and worked up that arm. Sensing that she was now relaxed enough, I unclipped her bra and moved it to either side. I felt her tense just a little but she still had the psychological guard in that I did not try to remove it completely. I worked into her middle and lower back, easing my way under her panties and onto her buttocks. I let the natural movements of my hands push the panties down a little, exposing the upper reaches of her backside cleavage and, sensing no objection, I pulled her panties further down until I had the generous swell of her bum exposed. This, I knew, would feel a little more sexual to her as I kneaded the muscles and pushed the flesh out, partially opening the gap between her buttocks, This was a crucial moment as she would feel more exposed to my sight. She moved slightly but just sighed and again relaxed. Keeping one hand right above the open crack of her bum, I moved to kneel at her feet. I lifted her left foot and, with a fresh appliance of lotion, I massaged the fleshy pad of each toe in turn then used my thumbs to splay the balls of her foot, stretching the underlying muscles. Using my knuckles, I worked into the sole and instep, making her toes curl and causing a low moan to issue from her mouth. I smoothed over her ankles and got my fingers around her calf muscles, pushing them up towards her heart. Lowering her foot, I started on her thighs, digging my fingers in as I slowly worked towards the top. As my hands got nearer her crotch she opened her legs slightly as if encouraging me to go to her sex but I declined and pushed on to her buttocks, pulling the material of her panties up between her legs, knowing the added pressure on her vagina would bring its own rewards. My hands were smoothing both sides of her thigh, getting close to her sex and I allowed then to make one very brief contact with the bulge of her stretched panties. She moaned again and lifted her bum slightly but again I ignored the subconscious invitation and left her upper leg to start the whole process over again at her right foot. By the time my fingers were probing the inside of her thigh she was squirming so I rewarded her with a few brief 'accidental' touches on her intimate parts before I gently patted her bum and told her to turn over and lay on her back. As she turned, I moved to kneel at her head again and when she was settled, I bent down and kissed her lips, holding the kiss until I felt her mouth responding to mine. Satisfied that she was happy with what we were doing, I slipped her bra down her arms, exposing the large breasts to my eyes. She automatically moved her arms to cover herself but I gently moved them with little resistance from her until they were down by her sides. I dribbled lotion over her breasts and saw her shiver as the cold liquid made contact. This was deliberate, I wanted her to be super sensitive as I began the more overtly erotic part of the massage. Taking her left breast in both hands, I massaged and manipulated the soft flesh, brushing over her nipple which was responding, popping erect and growing hard beneath my hands. I repeated this on her right breast then worked on both breasts simultaneously, pinching and pulling at the nipples, digging my fingers into the flesh and kneading quite hard. By this time her hips were flexing and I knew she was sexually charged. Bending forward again, I kissed her mouth, this time much more passionately and she responded in the same manner, but I did not linger too long. Bending even further down, I took a nipple into my mouth and suckled on it for a while before using my teeth to nibble the hard nub. In this position I knew my own panties were close to her face and I was aroused enough for my juices to have soaked the material and produce the pheromones which were a powerful aphrodisiac. My own bosom, still enclosed in my bra, was also hanging above her face and I thrilled as she reached up to hold it, at first tentatively then becoming bold enough to squeeze. Still bending over her, I trickled some lotion over her abdomen and spread it around, starting under her breast and running my palms in great circles round her tummy until they probed at the indentation of her navel which I penetrated and tickled with a finger, making her squirm again. Reaching even further down I massaged her lower abdomen, slipping my fingers beneath her panties and rubbing into the bush of hair down there but never quite reaching the promised land. My own crotch was right above her face and by now she was playing with both my breasts. I lifted and stood for just long enough to remove my bra and panties before kneeling and bending over her again as my hands pushed her panties off her hips. She lifted her bum to allow me to push them down to her knees. I knew she could now see my own sex naked and moist directly above her face. Her hands were busy with my breasts as she played with my nipples and I allowed this for several minutes as I ran my hands over her abdomen down to the top of her thighs and back again. Her legs were now spread wide and I saw the puffy lips of her vagina peeking through the curls, damp and matted with her own secretions. Jackie Barnes Ch. 01 Sitting back on my haunches again, thus removing my breasts from her hands, I gave her pussy a gentle slap which made her jump. I stood up, stretching my aching thighs after kneeling for so long, and moved down to her feet once more. I lay on my tummy between her feet, took one foot in my hand and started sucking each toe into my mouth, using my tongue to massage the tip. I concentrated my efforts on the big toe when I got to it, suckling it as if it were a tiny penis in my mouth. I went through the exercise on the other foot and had my lover mewling like a kitten as I kissed my way slowly up her legs and the inside of her thighs, again avoiding her pussy but inhaling the musk of her arousal. I planted a kiss on her bush and kissed my way over her abdomen, kissing and probing her navel with my tongue. Moving further up her body, I attached my mouth to her breast, suckling and nibbling her nipples for a while before running my tongue up her neck to her ear. I took the lobe into my mouth and licked around the outer ear before making my way to her mouth. We kissed, getting more and more passionate as my tongue probed between her lips. She opened up and I sucked her tongue between my teeth. As we kissed, I brought my hand between her legs and cupped her mound, rubbing up and down her swollen pussy lips and massaging her juices around. I slipped a wet finger inside her crack and eventually insinuated the tip of my finger just inside her. She was lifting her hips to encourage me to delve deeper but I slid my finger up to her clitoris. As soon as I made contact with her nub she heaved her body up and screamed into my mouth as her first lesbian orgasm hit her so I continued to massage her clitoris as she hit the peak and slowly calmed down, moaning all the time. Holding my face just inches from hers, I stroked the perspiration away from her brow and smoothed her matted hair. I looked her directly in the eyes and asked softly with a smile, "You like?" "Oh god, Sandy, no man has ever done that to me. It was... it felt... I was in heaven. What have I been missing all my life?" Her eyes were flooded with tears so, with a finger I collected a drop and brought it to her lips. She lapped at it, only lately realising that it was the finger which had just penetrated her down there and she was tasting her juices along with the tear. She paused for a brief second before closing her mouth round my finger and sucking it in. I returned my hand to her pussy and collected more of her secretions, I brought it back to my mouth and lapped at the honey. "Mmm, you taste nice, Jackie." She lapped at the back of my hand, tasting herself anew and agreed with me. I, too, was leaking very heavily so I dipped my fingers into my own pussy, getting my hand well coated and this time introduced her to my taste. I had a different flavour but we lovingly agreed that it was just as nice. A little timidly, she put her hand between my legs, slipping a finger inside me and bringing it to her mouth. "Yes, you too taste delicious." "More later," I told her and we both sat with our backs to the sofa, had some more wine and shared another joint and talked softly together, gently touching each other everywhere. "Do you know, Sandy, I thought all women did together was screw each other silly with dildos and the like. Maybe a bit crude, if you know what I mean." "I know just what you mean," I said, taking another pull on the joint. "Do you know, Jackie, I've only once been fucked with a dildo. That was when I went with a big butch woman. She strapped a huge dildo round her waist and screwed me silly, to use your words. I was sore down there for days. I had about a thousand orgasms: it was OK but not something I want to repeat, there was little of the tenderness I so love." I had a bit of a chuckle and said, "If I want that sort of thing I could go with a man. No, my dear, I prefer my loving to be more gentle usually. Having said that, sometimes I like it wild and adventurous. As with most things, it depends entirely upon how I and my partner feel, how the mood takes us." We finished the joint, drained our glasses and started kissing passionately in a face-eating contest in which we were both winners. My hand was at her pussy which was still slick so I wiped my hand on my breast and nipple then pulled Jackie's head to taste herself again. She nuzzled into my breast eagerly, sending little sparks through my body. After some time I put her on her back again and knelt over her to kiss her pussy. Yes, she did taste delicious as I got the full flavour on my tongue. I spread her legs and pulled her knees up behind my arms so I could reach everywhere down there. I moved my own leg over her so she was looking up at my own pussy. I had given her pleasure so now I hoped she would return the favour and copy me as my tongue worked first up and down her pussy lips then penetrated. Soon I felt her hands stroking my bum cheeks then venturing down to my secret parts. She pushed a finger into me and started fucking me with it. It felt good but I needed more. Bless her, I didn't have to wait too long before she raised her head and started by kissing me, then I felt the delicate touch of her tongue lapping at my juices so, now she had started, I lowered my back end down to make it easier for her. Her instincts were good: whatever I did to her, she immediately copied on me, licking when I licked, pushing her tongue deep inside me when I did that to her, spreading my clitoris hood with her fingers and using her tongue there. We were both panting and I felt my body responding quickly as the warmth spread everywhere. I needed the release desperately so I latched my mouth to her clitoris and sucked it in, lashing it with my tongue. She followed my actions and when I bit down her whole body bucked but she did just the same and the heat which had been building up suddenly flared as I became lost in the feelings engulfing my whole body. As this happened, I heard and felt her scream into my pussy as she spurted her juices into my mouth but my head was lost in space as I shook and quivered. I collapsed on top of her for a few moments then rolled off and turned to kiss my lover, her face was as wet as my own and we both licked away as much as possible in between our kisses. Eventually, without saying a word, we sat up with our backs to the sofa once more. I opened a new bottle of wine and refilled our glasses as she lit another joint. Both of us were totally drenched in sweat: the fire had burned down to a radiant glow which really threw out the heat. I don't know about Jackie but I just loved basking in heat. As we sat there satiated for the moment, kissing and hugging frequently, I suggested taking a shower together then going to bed for more playtime. Jackie enthusiastically agreed and led me to her bathroom, our arms wrapped around each other. Her shower was one of those with a set of power jets coming in from three angles. She had the heat turned up to my kind of temperature: as hot as I could bear. We kissed and hugged under the almost bruising force of water which sluiced over us. I turned the water off, picked up a bottle of shower gel and tipped a very generous amount into my palm and slowly rubbed it all over her. Her breasts must have been the cleanest in Christendom by the time I had finished. Using more gel, I thoroughly cleaned her nether regions, slipping the slick suds around and into her pussy, kneeling down for better access. She flinched a little as a finger ran over her rosebud then relaxed and opened her legs to grant me admittance so I pushed a finger into that hole and fucked it slowly for a couple of minutes before I introduced a second finger. Jackie bent forward a little so I knew she was enjoying the treatment I was giving her. I kept pleasuring her like this until she gave out a long moan and I knew she had had another minor orgasm. Pleased with my work, I turned the water on again and rinsed the suds away then I turned the jets off again and passed the bottle to her before turning my back. She took the hint and cleaned me just as comprehensively as I had her. I was given a double treat when she knelt down. I had three fingers in my pussy and two up my ass alternating the strokes so, as one set came out, the other was going in. This heavenly action continued until I had to hang on to her shoulders as I cried a long, heartfelt "AHHHHHHhhhhh" and my legs almost collapsed beneath me. She stood up, holding me firmly and, with a smile that showed her pride and joy in bringing me to completion, she kissed me long and lovingly. I was rinsed off and Jackie produced a couple of huge fluffy bath towels. We took an age to dry each other with much attention being given to our genital areas then she lay on her bed as I dashed downstairs to fetch the wine and joints, returned to the bedroom and joined her on the bed. "Let me make a confession to you, Jackie" I whispered between kisses, another joint and more wine. "Tell me what's on your mind, my darling." "I love being queened by a large woman." "Queened? I'm not familiar with the word in that context." "Being 'queened' is where a woman sits on the face of her partner, forcing the partner to give her homage with her mouth. You remember I told you about that bull dyke who ravished me with her strap-on dildo? I went with her hoping she would queen me. She had different ideas." "And you want me to do that to you." "Yes please. It is a gentle form of submission as I would be helpless do anything but please you. I do have a slightly submissive streak in me, with the right person." After we had finished our smoke, she regarded me with a quizzical tilt to her head for a few long seconds until I hung my head a fraction then she smiled at me and said, "On your back, girl. You're about to be queened." Verily, I thought, my cup runneth over, as her large backside and pussy descended on my face. I gladly used my mouth, my tongue, my lips, my teeth as she wriggled herself to find the most comfortable position. As I served her, Jackie was obviously enjoying herself. She kept moving her body, forcing me to work on her pussy, her clitoris, her anus, wherever she wanted attention. She played with my breasts as I serviced her, mashing and moulding them deliciously and using her fingers to pinch my nipples and, each time she had an orgasm, she pinched them really hard for a few seconds as I drank the nectar she spurted into my mouth. I lost count of the times she came in my mouth but my nipples were very sore when she decided she had had enough. The root of my tongue was aching, too. She rolled off me and lay flat on her back next to me, seemingly exhausted. I turned my face to her and we kissed long and lovingly then her hand moved to my pussy and she played with it so expertly it was hard to believe that this was her first experience with another woman. She kept up her ministrations as orgasm followed orgasm until I became too sensitive to take any more and we fell asleep in each other's arms. ~oOo~ I welcome comments, public and private. 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