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Sparks Ch. 01

By: MELD9003



"Mmmmnnn......shut up," Maxine groaned, reaching out from under the duvet and switching off her alarm clock; she could already hear the rest of them downstairs in the kitchen, chatting away noisily and banging crockery as they made breakfast. A few seconds later someone turned on the radio, it's scratchy, tinny sound wafting up the stairs.

"Fuck sake," she moaned, covering her head with the pillow.

"Max....Max come on, get up, you don't want to be late on your first day," her Mum yelled from the foot of the stairs.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute Mum," she sighed, snuggling back down under the duvet. She really hadn't been looking forward to this morning; ever since finishing college in June her Mum, Sandra and her Dad, Pete had been pushing her to get a job, but there was nothing available, or at least nothing available she wanted to do. Eventually, just to stop them nagging, she had reluctantly taken an office job at Eastman Fabrications, an engineering works on the industrial estate, not exactly her dream job after three years of studying.

"Max....come on!"

"Alright, alright.....Jesus!" the young girl snapped, throwing the duvet back and getting out of bed. Sighing, she went over to the window and peeped through the curtains. Outside it was a typical cold, grey November morning with few a spots of rain trickling down the glass.

"Great," she moaned; putting on her slippers, she made her way to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she came downstairs and shuffled into the kitchen, still wearing her pyjamas.

"Oh love," her Mum tutted, "you're not even dressed yet."

"I'll get dressed in a minute!" Maxine huffed, "any chance of a brew?"

"And what time did you get in last night?" her Mum asked as she poured the tea.

"I dunno, about half eleven."

"It was quarter to one."

"Well if you knew what did you bloody ask me for then?"

"Oi, don't talk to your mother like that," her Dad grumped, "you knew you were starting work this morning, if you've got a hangover because you were out late with your dopey mates, that's your own fault."

"I haven't got a hangover," Max sighed, taking a sip from her mug.

"Well you look like death warmed up to me."

"Yeah, you dirty stop out," her younger brother Ryan teased.

"Shut up dickhead! Shouldn't you be getting ready for play school?" scowled Max.

"Pack it in, the pair of you!" their Mum snapped.

"You want to buck your ideas up young lady, or you won't keep this job five minutes," her Dad warned.

"Oh for Christ's sake, I really don't need this!"

Finishing her drink, she got up and stomped off back upstairs to get ready. After having a quick shower, she laid her clothes out on the bed; putting on her underwear and a pair of black tights, she then slipped on a black three quarter length skirt and a white blouse. Turning to the mirror, she smoothed it down, tied up her red shoulder length hair and stood admiring her reflection. She was a pretty 19 year old with bright blue eyes, sharp striking features and a slender figure who stood around 5' 7''. Shrugging, she sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled on her black knee length boots. After checking in the mirror one more time, she headed back downstairs.

"You look nice love," her Mum chirped, smiling at her daughter.

"It'll do, I'm not putting my best stuff on just for a crappy office job," she muttered.

"Well at least you've finally got one, it's about bloody time you started paying your way in this house."

"Yeah alright Dad, for God sake give it a rest! I don't ever see you moaning at numb nuts there!" Max fumed, nodding towards Ryan.

"That's because your brother has already got a Saturday job and a paper round and he's not even left school yet." he replied, as Ryan grinned at his stern faced sister.

"God, you're a right smug little bastard aren't you?" she ranted, "Daddy's blue eyed boy."

"Yes well, dear sis, I'd love to stay and listen to more of your witty repartee, but I've got to get going, good luck with the job whinge bag, see you later."

"Thanks, see you later short arse," she smiled.

"See you all later," the young lad yelled over his shoulder, grabbing his school bag and heading out of the front door.

"Right, are you gonna give me a lift then Dad?" Max asked hopefully.

"I can't, I'm not going that way this morning, I've got to be in Derby by ten."

"Oh brilliant, so what am I supposed do now?" the redhead moaned.

"Catch the bus, the number 17 goes past the industrial estate," her Mum suggested.

"Fine, I'll catch the bloody bus then," she sighed, putting on her leather jacket.

"Right, I'd better get off," said Pete, getting up and giving his wife a peck on the cheek, "See you later love."

"Bye love," she smiled.

"Good luck with the job love, try to make a good impression," he said, turning to Max and pulling on his jacket, "sorry I can't give you a lift."

"It's okay Dad, don't worry I'll be fine."

"Right, bye then."

"Yeah, see you later."

Pete closed the front door behind him, leaving the Mum and daughter sitting across from each other at the kitchen table.

"He does worry about you, love," she smiled, grabbing Max's hand, "he just wants you to knuckle down and get a bit of money behind you."

"I know, but bloody hell Mum I'm only 19, didn't he ever have any fun when he was my age?"

"Of course he did," she smiled, "but you know what your Dad's like."

"Hmm, right, I suppose I'd better get going," Max sighed, getting up and hugging her Mum.

"Good luck love, see you later."

"Thanks, see you later."

Grabbing her umbrella and closing the front door behind her, she made her way to the bus stop at the end of the street. Thankfully, the rain wasn't too heavy and she didn't have to wait long before the bus arrived; paying her fare she found a seat, slumped down and stared blankly out of the window. Ten minutes later the bus arrived at her stop; stepping off, she looked down the long line of dull, grey buildings of Second Avenue, the rain just starting to get heavier as she walked towards the two huge corrugated steel sheds at the bottom of the road.

"Oh my God, what a shit hole," she muttered as she walked through the main gates and towards reception. Stepping inside, she found a stiff looking middle aged woman sitting behind a desk.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Erm..I'm starting work here today," Max replied nervously.

"Take a seat please."

Max sat down as the receptionist picked up the phone.

"Mr Watkins? The new girl is here.......okay,"

"Someone will come and collect you shortly," the older woman smiled.

"Thank you."

A few moments later a door opened and a fair haired man in a grey suit with strong aftershave strode towards her.

"Hi, it's Maxine isn't it, my colleague Dave interviewed you last week, my name's Nigel, I'm the office manager, pleased to meet you," he smiled warmly, thrusting out his hand.

"Er yes, hello," Max replied quietly, shaking the hand and coughing as his aftershave hit the back of her throat.

"Right well, come this way and I'll show you round."

Following Nigel through the door and up a flight of stairs, Max found herself in a brightly lit office with a row of windows which overlooked the workshop below. At the far end there were two girls, both brunettes, sitting at their desks and staring at the new employee.

"Girls, this is Maxine; Maxine, this is Lyn and Emma," Nigel beamed.

"Hello," the pair said in unison, looking Max up and down.

"Hiya," she replied, smiling nervously, 'Oh great, just what I need, a pair of snotty bitches,' she thought, feeling her stomach starting to churn.

"This will be yours," said Nigel, pointing at an empty desk by the row of windows, "Lyn will show you what to do after I've shown you round the rest of the factory."

Leading Max back down the stairs, Nigel explained what the company made and that her job would be to talk to customers and help process the orders. The pair then went through another door that led out into the main workshop; she was instantly hit by the noise and the burning metallic smell. Sparks streamed from angle grinders and flashes of silvery blue light from the welders lit up the dull, dingy walls as men dressed in greasy overalls, hard hats and goggles clambered all over a frame with masses of pipework.

"This is the main fabrication hall," Nigel yelled, "this thing here will be part of a chemical plant when it's finished," he continued, pointing to the frame. Max nodded and smiled in a half hearted attempt to look interested as the manager pointed out what some of the workers were doing; as they started to notice her, she could almost feel the pairs of eyes checking her out. Mercifully, Nigel decided they should move on.

"Come on this way, I'll quickly show you round the rest, then I'll take you back to the office."

As they walked away, Max was sure she heard a few wolf whistles and some rather earthy comments and suggestions which made Nigel turn round and give a disapproving look.

"Sorry about that," he smiled, looking a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid it goes with the territory."

"It's okay," she replied quietly, feeling her own face going red. After showing her the rest of the factory, the manager took her back to the office.

"Right, I shall leave you in the capable hands of Lyn, see you later."

Nigel headed back downstairs, leaving Max with the two girls; giving them an anxious smile, she sat down at her desk.

"Right then," Lyn sighed, "let's get you started."

After giving Max a quick explanation of how to use the system, the brunette left a pile of orders on the desk and went back over to her friend.

"Any problems, give me a shout," she barked, before returning to her conversation with Emma.

"Okay," Max replied, picking up the first order form. The time passed slowly in the largely quiet office, the only sounds being the occasional ring of the phone, the dull tone of the other two girls gossiping or the brief clattering of their nails on the keyboards when the lazy pair of bitches actually did some work. Letting out a long sigh, she looked out of the window at the frantic activity in the workshop, the constant flickering of the welders, the showers of sparks and the strange misty blue haze that hung around the lights. Just then, the siren screamed to announce morning break; the men stopping work and removing their protective gear; it was then that she noticed they weren't all men, standing near the front of the frame was a stocky figure. When she removed her hard hat, a thick, dark, braided ponytail cascaded down her back, she then took off her mask and goggles to reveal a soft feminine face, freckles of oil and grime spattered across it. The redhead watched as the big girl walked off the shop floor with her workmates, laughing and playfully slapping them as they made their way to the canteen. Smiling to herself and shrugging, Max took her cigarettes and lighter out of her handbag, put her jacket on and walked over to the stairs.

"Be back here in fifteen minutes." Lyn said sternly.

"Yeah alright," Max yelled back over shoulder.

Once outside, she walked across the car park and sat down on the low wall that ran along the front of the factory. Looking along, she noticed some of the lads from the workshop sat at the other end, occasionally looking over at her and cackling lewdly; judging by some of the hand gestures, it didn't take the redhead much to work out what they were discussing. Taking a cigarette out of the packet, she lit it and took a long drag.

"Have you got a light there love?" said a female voice behind her.

Turning round, she found the girl from the workshop smiling down at her.

"Erm..yeah," Max smiled nervously, handing her the lighter.

"Cheers."

Lighting her cigarette, the girl handed back the lighter and sat down next to her.

"You're the girl Nigel was showing round earlier aren't you?"

"Yeah, I've just started here in the office."

"Oh lucky you!" the girl laughed, "getting to work with the gruesome twosome."

"Hmmm," Max smiled, "pair of miserable cows."

"You wanna watch yourself up there; those two can be right shit stirrers."

"Thanks for the warning, erm".......

"Tara."

"Maxine, well, Max for short," said the young girl, offering her hand.

"Nice to meet you Max," smiled Tara, shaking it.

The pair finished their cigarettes and sat chatting until the siren screamed out once more.

"Oh well, back to it then," Tara quipped, standing up.

"Mmm," sighed Max.

Seeing the look of resignation on the redhead's face, Tara smiled at her.

"We could meet up out here at lunch if you want."

"Yeah okay," Max smiled, "that's if you don't mind."

"Of course not, trust me, it will make a nice change from the usual lunch breaks I have to sit through, conversations about football or shagging, generously sprinkled with burps and farts."

"Hmm, sounds delightful," the redhead laughed, "they look a bit of a rough lot."

"Nah, they're harmless, they might take the piss a bit sometimes, but they're a good bunch of lads really."

"OY, DON'T SIT WITH HER LOVE, SHE'LL NICK ALL YER FAGS!" one of them shouted.

"WIND YER FUCKIN' NECK IN HARRIS!" The big girl yelled back.

"Ooooooooh!" they all groaned, laughing as they walked back inside.

"See you later," Tara smiled, before running to catch the others up.

"Okay."

Beaming confidently, she made her way back to the office. As she sat down at her desk, she noticed Lyn staring at her.

"Have you finished those yet?" she asked sternly.

"Yes."

"Good, there's some more here," the brunette smirked, holding out the forms.

Taking a deep breath, Max got up, walked over and took them off her.

"Thank you," she said, giving the bitch a sarky smile and returning to her desk. Within an hour she had worked her way through the pile of orders; waiting for the next pile she sat watching Tara. To her, it was strange that any woman would want to do such a dirty and heavy job, but she seemed to enjoy it, at least they all seemed to have a good laugh down there.

"There you go," said Lyn, dropping another pile on the desk.

"Thanks."

Turning back to her keyboard, she picked up the first order.....

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After getting a sandwich from the vending machine in the canteen and braving a roomful of leering eyes, Max made her way outside; Tara was already sitting on the wall waiting for her.

"Hiya, bloody hell you're brave," she smiled, noticing the sandwich.

"Why, aren't they very nice?"

"You'd be better off eating the wrapper, here, have one of mine," said Tara, opening her lunch box.

"Oh, thanks," the redhead smiled.

"So, how's it going then?"

"Not bad I suppose, it's bloody boring though," Max sighed.

"Hmm, I could never work in an office," smiled Tara, "all that bitchiness, it'd do my head in; I'd end up knockin' someone out."

"I don't how you can do the job that you do, it looks really dirty and heavy."

"Ah well, I've never been bothered by a bit of dirt, I used to play rugby most weekends back home, so I usually ended up covered in mud."

"I didn't think you were from round here with that accent." said Max.

"No, I'm from Yorkshire originally, a little town called Wath-upon-Dearne," the big girl proclaimed with a hint of pride in her voice.

"So what brought you here?"

"I moved down here to be with somebody, but we're not together anymore."

"Oh, sorry," Max smiled awkwardly.

"It's alright, we split up ages ago."

"Oh right...so you used to play rugby then?" the redhead asked, quickly trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, and I did a bit of judo but that was a few years ago though."

"Did you ever get hurt?"

"Nah, it was great fun, it could be quite satisfying tackling another woman and throwing her to the floor," Tara grinned.

"Oh...okay," said Max, smiling nervously.

As they sat there chatting, Max felt strangely drawn to the big muscular brunette. Every time Tara smiled at her, she could feel her stomach turning somersaults; she had felt the sensation before, but never as intense as this. Trying desperately to fight the urge, she couldn't help casting her eyes over her new friend's physique, especially her thick, powerful looking thighs. She felt sure that she had noticed her doing it, but she just couldn't stop herself.

"You alright?" Tara smiled, with a knowing glint in her eyes.

'Oh shit,' thought Max, the feeling in her stomach getting worse, "erm...yeah I'm fine."

"Are you sure, you seem a little um.....distracted."

"No I'm fine, honest," said Max, feeling her face burning.

"It's okay, you can tell me," the big girl said, looking into Max's eyes and giving her a reassuring smile.

The redhead took a deep breath.

"I was just....looking at you, that's all," she shrugged, looking at the floor.

"Don't be embarrassed, I don't mind," said Tara softly, seeing the young girl was a little upset.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be daft," laughed Tara, "honestly, I don't mind, I've had girls checking me out before you know, it's no big deal."

"I'm not gay!" snapped Max, glaring at the big girl.

"Shh, alright alright, calm down."

Tara was about to grab her hand when the siren screamed out.

"I'd better go," said Max, quickly getting up and striding away.

"Max wait.......Max......MAX!"

The redhead ignored her and kept walking quickly towards the reception door.

"Shit," Tara sighed and slowly ambled back to the workshop.

Quickly running up the stairs, Max burst into the office, hung up her jacket and sat down at her desk. With her stomach still churning, she took a deep breath and carried on with her work.

"Everything alright?" asked Lyn.

"Yep," replied Max sharply, not even looking up from her desk.

"Good, let me know when you've finished those."

She tried to concentrate but it was hopeless, all she could think about was Tara. She knew she wasn't gay; she had never been attracted to women before, so why would she be now? What was it about this one that made her different? Sighing, she looked out of the window; Tara was busily working away, welding another length of steel to the frame. Almost as if she could sense she was being watched, the big brunette stopped, removed her goggles and looked straight at her. Max quickly turned away and got back to her work, her insides wincing again. Smiling to herself and shaking her head, Tara replaced her goggles......

The afternoon dragged slowly; since being caught, Max had not looked out of the window again, throwing herself into her work and trying to block out all thought of the big girl, but to no avail, her thoughts kept drifting back to that beautiful oil spattered face, with its soft brown eyes and warm seductive smile. Worse still, her mind started conjuring up some very vivid scenarios, ranging from mildly erotic to the downright bizarre. The strange feeling in her stomach had now been joined by a tingling, throbbing sensation between her legs. 'Oh God, what the fuck is happening to me?' she thought, holding her head in her hands. Eventually, the siren blared out for afternoon break, 'There's no way I'm going out there, I can't face her.'

Getting up from her desk, she went down the stairs, ran along the corridor and into the ladies toilets; stepping into the end stall, she locked the door and sat down. The throbbing in her pussy was driving her crazy, she knew she would have do something. With a strange mixture of embarrassment, disgust, and excitement, she slowly pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand between her legs; the crotch of her tights was soaked.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, sliding her hands under the waistband and running her fingers over the stiff clitoris; closing her eyes she could see Tara, imagining her completely naked, her strong muscular thighs wrapped around her, squeezing her skinny little frame; letting out a stifled groan, she rubbed harder, the climax beginning to surge deep within her. Feeling her body tense up, Max tried to stop herself crying out as the orgasm ripped through her; the redhead almost sobbing with relief as her body relaxed.


Sparks Ch. 01



"Ohhhhh.....ffuuucck!"

For a few moments she just sat there, slumped back against the cistern trying to recover. Suddenly, she heard someone come into the toilets; quickly regaining her composure, she pulled her skirt back down and readjusted the rest of her clothing. Unlocking the door, she stepped out, washed her hands and quickly made her way back upstairs to the office. When she came through the door, Lyn was sat there with smug look on her face tapping her watch.

"You're late back."

"Sorry."

"Alright, I'll let you off, seeing as it's your first day," the bitch muttered.

"Thank you," Max said quietly, sitting back at her desk.

"Are you sure you're alright? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine," the redhead replied nervously, "I've just ran back here."

"Hmm, okay," smiled Lyn, raising her eyebrows at Emma.

Feeling herself starting to blush, she looked down at her desk, picked up an order form and tried to get on with her work. 'Oh my God, I can't believe I just did that,' she thought, feeling totally disgusted with herself, even though it had helped relieve the tension. It wasn't the act itself that bothered her so much; in fact she masturbated quite regularly, she even had a couple of toys tucked away in her bedside drawer which she used whenever the house was empty and she was on her own. It was the fact that she had done it somewhere other than her own bedroom and the object of her fantasy had been another woman that had made her feel uneasy, up until now her fantasies had only ever been about men. Unable to resist, she found herself looking out of the window again. Tara had took off her mask and goggles and was chatting to a fork lift driver, that gorgeous smile playing across her lips; the redhead was so preoccupied watching her she hadn't noticed Lyn was now standing right behind her.

"Come on then, which one is it?"

"What?" said Max, turning round with a startled look on her face.

"Which one do you fancy?" Lyn smiled, standing there with her arms folded.

"No one," the redhead replied, a panicked tone in her voice.

"Huh, yeah right, here you go," Lyn smirked, handing her some more forms.

"Thanks."

Turning back to her keyboard, she continued with her work, trying to ignore the chattering and sniggers of the two bitches behind her. She became so engrossed in it she was surprised and somewhat relieved when she glanced at her watch and saw it was quarter to five, 'Thank God for that,' she thought, processing the last order form before turning off her PC. Moments later, the siren blared out and she headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow Maxine," Lyn smiled.

"Yeah, bye."

Max stepped outside to discover that the rain was lashing down.

"Oh fucking marvellous," she groaned, struggling to put her umbrella up; letting out a long sigh, she began the long walk up Second Avenue to the bus stop, the rain blowing into her face. She had got about halfway along when a battered old silver Vauxhall Astra beeped and pulled up a short way in front of her. When she got alongside, the window came down and a familiar face leaned over.

"Wanna lift?" asked Tara, smiling warmly.

'Oh no,' thought the redhead, feeling her pulse quicken, "Err...no thanks it's okay Tara, I don't want to take you out of your way, I'll get the bus."

"Don't be daft, you'll be soaked by the time the bus comes, come on, get in."

Max stood rooted to the spot, the rain getting heavier as she tried to think of another excuse not to accept the offer.

"Come on Max, get in....please."

"Okay," she replied, shrugging and closing her umbrella. Putting on her seatbelt, she sat staring straight ahead.

"I couldn't leave you there, you've ended up looking like a drowned rat," Tara said as they pulled away.

"Thank you," Max replied quietly, still looking straight ahead.

"I didn't see you outside at break."

"Erm..no, I got a bit behind so I worked through to try and catch up," the redhead explained, her nervous tone instantly exposing her lie.

"Oh right," Tara smiled, "Where do you live then?"

"Wright Avenue."

"Mmm, nice."

"It's alright I suppose." Max shrugged.

For a few minutes the pair sat in silence; Max looking anywhere but at the big girl. As they pulled up at a set of lights, Tara turned to her.

"I'm sorry if I upset you earlier."

"It's fine, you didn't," Max replied sheepishly.

"Then why did you run away?" Tara asked softly.

"I don't know....it's green," the young girl replied, nodding forward.

"What? Oh right," said Tara, noticing the lights and pulling away. She knew the real reason why Max had ran off; if only she could get her to admit it and make her realise it was nothing she needed to run away from or to try and block out.

"I do understand, you know," she said.

"Understand what?" replied Max, the butterflies in her stomach building once more.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Max."

"Please Tara....I just couldn't help"......

"Max, it's fine, honest," the big girl smiled.

Turning into a side street just short of Wright Avenue, Tara parked up and turned to the young girl.

"Max, look at me."

Slowly, Max looked up from her lap and turned to face her; in the dim glow of the streetlight she could make out Tara's soft face, now cleaned of all the oil and grime. Her gaze moved down, no longer wearing her overalls and dressed in a black t-shirt and tight jeans, the young girl could feel her clit tingling as her eyes took in the sight of Tara's powerful frame, the large but firm breasts and those muscular thighs.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Tara purred, gently holding Max's hand.

The touch of Tara's hand sent a shockwave through Max, her breathing getting heavier as she looked into the big brunette's soft brown eyes. The two girls slowly leaned towards each other and their lips met, gently at first but gradually getting harder. Max's head began to swim as the big brunette's tongue slipped into her mouth and gently pushed against hers; the redhead giving a long submissive moan as she felt Tara's hand stroke the back of her head and slowly slide down her back. Unable to resist any longer, she reached out and ran her hand up the big girl's thigh, making her grab Max and gently squeeze her waist.

"Oh God!" Max groaned lustfully, breaking off the kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine," the young girl replied, a relaxed smile spreading across her face, "but I'm going to have to go now."

"Alright," Tara smiled, gently stroking Max's face, "Why don't I pick you up here tomorrow?"

"Okay."

"Right, I'll see you in the morning then."

"Tara, I..."

"Shhh, we'll talk more tomorrow," Tara whispered, hugging Max and giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Okay, bye then."

She got out of the car and watched her friend drive off. With her insides churning and in a state of total confusion, she quickly made her way home; bursting through the front door and dropping her bag in the hallway, she ran upstairs to her bedroom.

"Are you alright love?" her Mum yelled up.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine."

"Everything go alright then?"

"Err...yeah, I'm just getting changed, I'll tell you about it when I come down."

Closing the door she lay back on the bed, the tingling sensation in her pussy becoming almost unbearable. 'Oh God, not again,' she thought, trying to clear her mind and block out all the mental pictures in her head, but it was no use, the more she tried, the worse it got. In the end, she gave in; standing back up, she stripped completely naked. She then reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small gold bullet vibrator. Tip toeing over to the door, she opened it a little and listened, her Mum was doing something in the kitchen. Lying back on the bed, she closed her eyes and slowly smoothed her hands down her body. In her mind's eye, she could see Tara again, naked, but this time her body glistened with oil or sweat.

"Oh my God," she groaned, switching on the toy and gently holding it on her throbbing clit.

Yet again it was the same fantasy; Tara had her trapped, her thighs wrapped around her squeezing her midriff and rubbing her pussy hard. The thought of being totally helpless as this big beautiful girl dominated her seemed to send her senses reeling. Holding the bullet hard against her clit, she pushed three fingers into her dripping snatch, working them in and out vigorously.

"Ohhhhhhh.....yyeeeaahh.....fffuck!"

She imagined Tara laughing at her pathetic attempts to wriggle free, that gorgeous smile mocking her and kissing her forehead. Within seconds, she could feel the muscles starting to spasm as the climax she so desperately craved began to surge within her. Turning her head, she bit into the pillow and let out muffled scream as the orgasm broke over her like an ocean wave, her pussy squirting a torrent of cum on to the bed. As the last of the euphoric feeling left her body, she lay there for a few minutes, trying to recover. Eventually, she got up off the bed and looked down at the large wet patch.

"Oh shit," she sighed, wondering if she should change the sheets.

"Max...come on, I've made you a brew, come and tell me about your day," her Mum yelled.

"Yeah okay," she yelled back.

Quickly getting dressed, she took one more look at the bed and shrugged, there probably wasn't much point in changing the sheets, she had a feeling she wasn't going to get that much sleep anyway.............

Thanks for reading.

MELD.



Sparks Ch. 02



Hi readers.



Here's chapter 2, sorry for the delay (Christmas and all that.)



Hope you enjoy it,

          MELD.

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The alarm beeped, gradually getting louder until Max lazily threw an arm out from under the duvet and turned it off. She'd hardly slept a wink all night, her mind going over and over what had happened in Tara's car yesterday; sighing, she got up out of bed, put on her slippers and shuffled off to the bathroom for a shower.

"Hmm, sounds like she's up," said Pete, casting his eyes upward to the ceiling and stirring his tea.

"Didn't she seem to be acting a little strange last night to you?" her Mum asked, "I mean, she even went to bed early."

"Huh, probably just the shock of work," her Dad joked.

"She didn't really say much about that either, other than it's boring."

"Don't worry, she'll be happy enough when she gets her wages, then she'll be off out, pissing it up the wall with them daft bloody mates of hers."

"Oh come on love, don't be so hard on her, she's not out with them all the time."

A short while later, Max came into the kitchen; wearing a cream shiny blouse, grey pencil skirt and her black knee length boots. Her face was subtly made up and her hair neatly tied back.

"Any tea going Mum?" she asked, picking up a slice of toast.

"You look very smart, isn't that your best blouse?" her Mum smiled, handing her a cup.

"Hmm," the young girl nodded, "well I can't go in there wearing the same thing every day, can I?"

"Well you look very nice love."

"I can give you a lift this morning Max, if you want," her Dad offered.

"Erm...no thanks Dad it's okay, I've already got one."

"Oh alright, bugger you then," Pete smiled, taking a swig from his mug.

"Ohhh, I get it," Ryan teased, "it's another lad isn't it, that's why she's all dolled up!"

"Piss off Ryan, you nosey little shit!"

"Don't start you two," their Dad warned, "it's not another lad is it?" he asked, turning to the redhead with a concerned look.

"Oh for God's sake!" Max sighed, rolling her eyes, "No!"

"Well I bloody hope not Max, especially after that last pillock you were with, what was his name.....Daniel?"

"Darren," the redhead muttered, looking down at the table.

"Oh yeh," her younger brother laughed, "He was a right dick."

"Are you still here?" Max raged, "Why don't you fuck off to school, you annoying little cunt!"

"Max! That's enough, what have I told you about using that word?" her Mum snapped.

"Sorry Mum, but he's doing my head in."

"Go on Ryan, get off to school and stop winding your sister up," said Pete, putting on his jacket and grabbing his car keys.

"Alright alright, see you later peeps," Ryan yelled over his shoulder as he headed out of the front door.

"Yeah, see you later," the three of them mumbled in unison. Pete then got up from the table, leaned over and gave Sandra a peck on the cheek.

"See you later love."

"Yeah see you later, have a good day."

"See you later Max."

"Yeah, bye Dad."

With that, he grabbed his briefcase and closed the front door behind him. Picking up her cup, Sandra turned to Max and smiled.

"Where's your lift picking you up then?"

"Just down the road."

"You were very quiet last night, are you sure you're alright love?"

"I'm fine Mum honest, I was just a bit knackered, that's all," Max smiled nervously.

"Okay love, but you can tell me if something's worrying you," her Mum said, gently squeezing her hand.

"Thanks," Max smiled, "right, I'd better get going."

Kissing her Mum, she headed out of the front door and slowly walked towards Ruskin Drive; reaching the junction she cautiously peeked around the corner. Sure enough, Tara's

car was parked just a little way down the drive. 'Oh well, here goes then,' she thought, taking a deep breath and walking towards it.

"Morning," the big brunette chirped as Max got in.

"Hiya."

"Ready for another exciting day?" Tara smirked.

"Huh yeah, can't wait," Max smiled back.

For the first few minutes of the journey the pair sat in silence; it was only when they pulled up at a set of lights that Max eventually plucked up the courage to speak.

"You said we would talk more," she said quietly, looking down at her lap.

"We will Max, later I promise," Tara smiled.

"When?"

"Well, we can talk at break times or erm...."

"Or what?" Max asked nervously.

"Or we could go somewhere after work," said Tara, nervously drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as they pulled away.

"Where?"

"We could go for a drink if you want, you don't have to go straight home, do you?

"Erm...no," replied Max hesitantly, thinking her Mum and Dad would probably start asking questions if she was too late.

"Good, that's settled then," Tara smiled, "we'll go The Fox."

A few minutes later they arrived in the car park. Tara parked up, turned to Max and grabbed her hand.

"Well, I'll see you at break then," she smiled, gently running her thumb over Max's palm.

"Okay."

For a brief moment, their eyes met; it was as if each could tell what the other was thinking. Feeling her pulse quicken, Max slowly leaned towards the big brunette; just when she thought their lips would meet, Tara pulled away, shaking her head and smiling.

"No, not here baby," she whispered.

Suddenly remembering where they were, the young girl sat bolt upright, anxiously looking around.

"Are you alright?" Tara asked, sniggering.

"Yes, why?"

"I just wondered what the meerkat impression was in aid of."

"Sod off you sarky cow," Max laughed, "I was just checking no one was looking."

"Oh right," Tara smiled, gently squeezing her hand, "Don't worry I don't think anyone saw us."

"You just called me baby," said Max, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"I know."

"Why?"

"Dunno," the big girl shrugged, "it just sort of came out, why, does it bother you?"

"No, it just took me a bit by surprise, that's all."

"Come on, we'd better get in," said Tara, giving the redhead a quick peck on the cheek. Getting out of the car, the pair briefly glanced at each other.

"See you later," the big girl smiled, winking at Max.

"Okay."

Max watched Tara walk off towards the workshop before smiling to herself and making her way upstairs to the office. Stepping through the door she found Lyn and Emma both already at their desks; in a strange way they both looked quite similar, reminding Max of a pair of Siamese cats she once saw in a Disney film as a kid.

"Good morning Maxine," said Lyn, smiling in way that Max found strangely friendly and menacing at the same time.

"Good morning," she replied, quickly hanging up her jacket and sitting at her desk. Waiting for her first pile of orders, she switched on her PC and glanced out of the window; at first, she couldn't see Tara anywhere but then she appeared, clambering out from under a cylinder at the corner of the frame. She seemed to be having quite an animated discussion with one of her workmates, pointing to the cylinder, shaking her head and then shrugging her shoulders. Taking his hard hat off and scratching his head, her workmate then shrugged and walked off. Once again, Max had become so engrossed with what was going on, she hadn't noticed Lyn was standing right behind her; only realising she was there when the bitchy brunette cleared her throat.

"Oh," the redhead smiled awkwardly, turning round.

"When you've quite finished talent spotting, perhaps you could process these," she smirked, handing Max the forms.

"Thank you," the young girl replied quietly.

Lyn went back to her desk and whispered something to Emma, making her snigger.

'Bitch,' Max thought, sighing as she started the pile of orders. As she worked through them, she occasionally glanced out of the window; work had now stopped and a group of workers including Tara were all stood round the cylinder, now joined by a couple of men in suits. The big girl was stood at the back of the group, hands on hips. Looking up at the office she noticed Max, catching her eye, she smiled and stuck her tongue out at her. Max smiled back and then continued with her work, not wanting to get caught by Lyn again......

After what had seemed like a very long morning, the siren screamed for first break; making her way out to the wall, Max found Tara already sitting there smoking a cigarette.

"Hiya," chirped Max, sitting down next to her.

"Hiya, you alright?"

"Yeah, fine," replied the redhead, "what's going on in there?"

"Hmm, it would appear we have what those clever chaps in the design department like to call a specification issue," Tara smirked.

"Oh I see, and what do you call it?"

"A fuck up!"

"Oh right," Max laughed, "is that a technical term?"

"It's one that's widely used in our section," the big girl smiled, "it means we'll have to change some of the fittings."

"Oh dear."

"Hmm, Anyway never mind that, how are things going up there?"

"Not too bad I suppose, apart from those two bitches whispering and giggling behind my back," Max scowled.

"Just try and ignore it, they're only jealous, especially the way you look today."

"Thank you," said Max bashfully, feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she looked into Tara's soft brown eyes.

"I mean it, you look gorgeous," Tara purred, smiling and discreetly squeezing the redhead's hand.

With her heart feeling like it was going to burst out of her chest, Max swallowed hard and tried to force the words out.

"Tara, I.....I've never felt like this about another woman, or anyone for that matter, it just feels so...so..."

"Nice?" Tara smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"Well yes, but......different."

"Look, why don't we go somewhere at lunch?" the big brunette asked softly.

"Where?"

"Erm...well, I thought you could walk a little way up the avenue, then I could pick you up and we could go somewhere to erm...talk."

"Yes, but where?" Max asked again, nervously.

"Gartmore Lane, the lay-by next to Bluebell Woods," Tara suggested, "What do you think?"

Max thought for a moment; with her mind racing and before she could stop herself, her reply came stumbling out.

"Er...yeah okay."

For the rest of the break, the pair just chatted about work until the siren sounded for them to go back inside.

"Right, I'd better go and help sort this bloody mess out," Tara sighed, smiling at the young redhead, "see you later baby."

"Okay, see you later," replied Max softly.

The two of them went their separate ways and got back to work; for Max, this was perhaps easier said than done. All she could now think about was what would or wouldn't happen at lunch, her feelings lurching between apprehension and excitement. Constantly looking at her watch, she sighed as the time dragged; occasionally glancing out of the window, she watched Tara busily working away, wondering if she was thinking about what might happen later. Shrugging and turning back to her keyboard, she picked up another form and typed in the code. 'Come on, concentrate,' she thought, determined not to look at her watch again....

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A biting wind blew along the avenue as Max slowly walked along occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see if Tara was coming. Eventually she decided to stop and just wait; a few minutes later the battered Astra pulled up alongside her. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and got in.

"Hiya, sorry I'm a bit late," Tara smiled.

"It's okay."

It only took a few minutes to reach Gartmore Lane; parking up in the lay-by, Tara turned to the young redhead and smiled.

"You don't need to look so worried."

"I'm not," Max replied, looking down at her lap.

"Well alright, you wanted to talk, so let's talk, what do you want to ask me?" said Tara, grabbing Max's hand and giving her a reassuring smile.

"Well......you know how I feel about you, have you ever felt like that about another woman before?"

"Yes, a few times," the big girl smiled, a little surprised at the question.

"And how do you feel about me?"

"You mean you really need to ask!" Tara laughed, "I would have thought it was obvious after what happened last night, you liked that...didn't you?"

"Yes, of course I did." the redhead smiled, feeling her stomach churning.

"Well then, what else is there to discuss? I want you and you want me, so let's just go with it and see where it takes us."

"Okay."

Tara leaned over and gently kissed Max on the lips, making her give out a soft, lustful moan; with the butterflies building in her in her stomach once more, she pulled the big brunette closer, pushing her tongue deeper into her mouth. Suddenly Max could feel a hand slowly moving up and down her thigh; as it rubbed harder, she could feel her clit starting to throb.

"Oh God....Tara!" she gasped as she felt the soft kisses on her neck. Reaching over, she pulled open Tara's overalls, revealing a pale blue t-shirt, tightly stretched over her firm, ample breasts. The big girl groaned wantonly as she felt the hand slip inside and gently massage her soft belly; a finger circling her belly button. Crushing her lips hard against the young redhead's once more, Tara gently placed her hand on Max's knee and slowly ran it up her inner thigh, her fingers finding the lacy top of her stocking. Breaking off the kiss, Max stared lustfully into Tara's eyes.

"Please.......pleeease!" she begged, the sensation in her pussy becoming almost unbearable.

Moving her hand further up, Tara gently rubbed the outside of Max's damp satin panties, before slipping her fingers inside and stroking the rock hard clit.

"Ohhhhh.....God.....yes....yes!"

"Is that nice baby?" Tara whispered.

"Yes...yes!" Max groaned, her breathing getting more fevered, "harder...harder...pleeease!"

The big brunette duly obeyed, rubbing harder and slipping two fingers into Max's dripping pussy.

"Aaaahhhh....ohhhhh.....fffuuck.....yeah...yeah...aaahhhhhh!"

"That's it baby, come on," Tara purred softly, pushing the pretty young redhead over the edge.

"Ohhhhh.....Tara......ohhhhhhh......I'm......AAAAHHHH!"

Max's body tensed as the climax raged, euphoric gasps and moans escaping her lips as waves of pleasure washed over her. As she began to relax, Tara softly kissed her forehead and gently brushed a hand down her face.

"Oh God, that was amazing," Max groaned, slumping back in her seat.

"We'd better get back," the big girl smiled, starting the car...

Arriving back at the car park, Tara turned and looked at Max, a wry smile on her face.

"What?"

"Nothing," said Tara, still smiling at her.

"Come on, tell me."

"Well I was just thinking you're a bit of a dark horse aren't you?"

"Why, what do you mean?" Max asked, intrigued.

"Well I would never have guessed you were wearing stockings," Tara purred.

"Oh right."

"Do you always wear them?"

"Erm...every now and then," Max shrugged, "Why?"

"No big deal, I just quite like them, that's all."

"Hmm, perhaps I might start wearing them more often," Max smiled, winking at the big brunette.

"Go on, get going you little tease, you're not too big to go across my knee y'know!" Tara laughed, playfully tapping her on the thigh.

'Oh God, please don't say that, I've got to try and work this afternoon,' Max thought, feeling a tingle race through her. Getting out of the car, the pair looked at each other and exchanged a knowing glance.

"See you later," Max sighed.

"See you later baby.".........

Slumping back down at her desk, Max picked up a form and tried to concentrate, but it was hopeless. After what had just happened, there was no way she could keep her mind on her work. Looking down at the workshop, she could see Tara hammering away at something, trying to remove it from the frame; it was as if she could just carry on going about her business as though nothing had happened. For Max though, this was all but impossible and Tara's comment just before they had got out of the car really hadn't helped. 'Thanks, another little fantasy to go with all the others that are driving me up the wall,' she thought.

Deciding that watching the big brunette work was probably not the best way to deal with the situation, she turned away and steeled herself, determined to finish the pile in front of her before break.

"Maxine, how many orders have you got there?" asked Lyn.

"Twelve, no wait, fourteen."

"Well there's another ten over here when you're ready."

'Oh goody, you couldn't fetch them over though, you fuckin lazy bitch,' she thought, "Thank you, I'll come and get them in a minute," Max replied, trying to muster up her best 'polite' smile.

After what seemed like an age the siren screamed out for afternoon break. Again when Max got outside Tara was already sitting on the wall.

"Hiya, how's it going?"

"It's a fuckin' nightmare," Tara shrugged, shaking her head, "two days work down the crapper just because some fuckwit in design got his figures wrong."

"Oh, that bad eh?"

"Ohhh yes, I tell you what, I'm definitely gonna need that pint when we finish, you still want to go for that drink later, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure," Max smiled, still a little worried what her parents would say if she was late back.

"Good, how's things going up there with the gruesome twosome?"

"Hmm, alright, have you ever noticed how similar those two look?"

"Ahh well, that's because they're cousins," Tara smirked, "they're also Mr. Eastman's nieces which is how they got their jobs in the first place."

"Oh right, that explains a lot, pair of bitches," Max sighed, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.

"I told you, just ignore them, they're only jealous."

"Hmm, I suppose."

A few minutes later, the siren screamed out once more.

"See you later baby, I will pick you up down the avenue," said Tara, smiling at her friend.

"Okay."

Thankfully, the rest of the day passed quite quickly. Making her way out of the factory gates, Max walked briskly down the avenue until Tara pulled up alongside her.

"God, what a bloody day," the big girl sighed as Max put on her seatbelt.

"Oh well, it's over now," Max smiled.

"Yeah thank God, right then, pub," said Tara, pulling away.

A few minutes later they arrived at The Fox; after getting their drinks, the pair sat down in the largely empty lounge.

"Oooh God, I needed that," said Tara, quickly necking half her pint and belching rather loudly.

"Oh, how charming," Max smiled, taking a sip from her vodka and orange, "did you have to do that?"

"Oh I do apologise your ladyship," the big brunette teased, "anyway, it's alright, they all know me in here, this is my local."

"Oh, where do you live?"

"Osbourne Grove, just round the corner."

"Have you lived here long?"

"Erm, about eight years, give or take a month," Tara shrugged, "I met Rachel about nine years ago then moved down here to be with her."

"So when did you split up? Oh God, sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, it's really none of my business," said Max, feeling her face going red.

"It's okay honest, we split up about three years ago, she met somebody else."

"Sorry Tara, I should never have asked, I feel really bad about it now" the young girl muttered, looking down at the floor.

"Oh give over you daft sod, don't worry about it," the big girl smiled, grabbing Max's hand, "I'm over it now, it was bloody ages ago."

Finishing the rest of her pint, Tara turned to her pretty friend.

"Fancy another?"

"I haven't finished this one yet."

"Well I'm having one, sure you don't want another?"

Knocking back her drink, Max handed her the empty glass.

"Go on then, but we'll have to get going after these."

"Okay."

Taking a little more time over their drinks, the pair chatted for half an hour or so before making their way out back to the car.




Sparks Ch. 02



"Erm, I've just got to nip round to the house to get something, you don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not," Max smiled, getting into the passenger seat.

After a short drive round the corner, they pulled up outside a small terraced house.

"Nice," said Max.

"It's alright I suppose, come in if you want."

Stepping through the front door, Tara ushered her friend into the lounge.

"Sit down, I won't be a minute, I've just got to nip upstairs."

"Okay."

Smiling nervously and taking off her leather jacket, Max sat down on the sofa and looked around the small room. On the mantlepiece above the gas fire, there was a small gold trophy and a pair of candlesticks at each end; pictures were randomly hung on the walls, one of which was Tara in her judo outfit holding a medal. Just then, Tara came back into the room and sat down next to her.

"You okay?" she asked, putting her arm round the redhead.

"Yeah, what was the trophy for?" asked Max as she felt the fingers gently stroking her shoulder.

"Oh I won that in a judo tournament years ago," the big girl smiled, softly kissing the young girls neck. As she felt her pulse start to quicken, Max tried desperately to resist Tara's advances, but she knew it was in vain. Gasping as she felt the big brunette's hand on her thigh, she thrust her tongue hard into Tara's mouth, grabbing her shoulders and trying to push her on to her back. Breaking from the kiss, Tara smiled at her.

"Nice try baby, but you'll have to push harder than that."

Before Max could react, the big brunette resumed the kiss, pushing the young girl back on the sofa; unable or unwilling to offer any resistance, she groaned submissively as she felt her blouse being unbuttoned and a hand slipping inside her white lacy bra, the fingers circling her erect nipples.

"Ohhhh God.........Tara!"

"Shall we go upstairs?" Tara whispered softly.

"Yes...yes."

Getting up off the sofa, Tara led Max up the steep staircase and into softly lit bedroom; standing by the edge of the bed, she slowly undressed the pretty redhead, first removing her blouse, then her bra, planting soft kisses all over her pert little tits, pursing her lips around the erect nipples and sucking hard.

"Oh my God Tara....yes..yes!" she gasped, pulling at the big girl's ponytail. Moving her hands down Max's back, Tara unzipped the skirt, pulled it down over her hips and watched it slip to the floor, revealing the already moist white silky panties and black hold ups. Kneeling down, she slowly pulled the panties down the stocking clad legs to her boots, her hot breath against Max's bald pussy making the young girl mewl and whimper.

"Oh God...lick it...lick it...please Tara...pleeease!"

"Shhh....okay baby."

Kissing just above the tops of her stockings, Tara slowly moved up to the soaked pussy, gently running her tongue along the soft lips and sucking the rock hard clit.

"Ohhhhh.....ffffuuck!" Max groaned, her legs buckling as she fell back on to the bed; reaching over she grabbed a pillow to cover her head as Tara licked and sucked harder. Moments later, she arched her back and let out a muffled scream as the climax racked her body, bucking and writhing as wave after wave coursed through her; her pussy squirting as the big girl's relentless tongue devoured her.

"OHHHHHHHH.......FFFFUUUCK.....YYYYEEEEAAAAHHH!"

As the last of the orgasm left her, she gave out an exhausted groan before her body relaxed, her arms falling limply by her sides; Taking the pillow away from her face, Tara gently kissed the young girl on the forehead.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh God, yes," Max groaned.

"Good," the big brunette purred, unzipping Max's boots and dropping them on the floor; standing up, she then removed her t-shirt and her black bra, revealing her ample, firm breasts, the large nipples already erect. Kicking off her work boots, she slowly peeled down her tight jeans. Max's eyes widened as she got her first glimpse of those powerful looking, muscular thighs, sending another tingle coursing through her as she imagined being trapped between them, totally helpless. Now standing there in just a pink thong, Tara placed her hands on her hips and smiled across at the pretty redhead.

"Jesus, you look terrified," she smirked.

"No, I'm fine honest, my God you look bloody amazing," Max purred.

"Hmm, not bad for 33, even if I say so myself," the big brunette replied, smiling and lying down next to her.

Staring into each other's eyes they slowly moved closer until their lips met, their tongues wrestling and probing deeper. Max's hand's explored every inch of her voluptuous lover's body, her breathing getting more fevered as she dug her fingers into the soft flesh. Moving down, she tugged at the thong, trying to pull it down; slightly lifting her body, Tara pulled it off and dropped it off the bed. The big girl let out surprised gasp as she felt the fingers gently rub her swollen clit.

"Oh God yes....yes....that's it baby...ohhhhh!"

As Tara's wails and gasps got more desperate, Max rubbed harder, slipping her fingers between the big soft lips and inside the soaked folds.

"Ohhhhhhh.....fffuckin hell.....yyeeahh....harder....harder!"

Feeling the muscles beginning to spasm around her fingers, Max thrust deep into her, sending Tara past the point of no return.

"AAAAAAHHH....OH FFUCK......AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

As her body tensed, Tara dug her fingers into the bed and screamed as the brief but powerful climax gripped her, sending her senses reeling. With her body gradually relaxing, she turned to Max and smiled.

"God, you know for someone who's never done this before, that was pretty good," Tara gasped, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Thanks," shrugged Max, smiling awkwardly.

Leaning over, Tara pulled the young girl towards her, wrapped her thighs around her midriff and gently squeezed her, exacting a wanton moan from her trapped victim.

"That okay?" she asked, stroking Max's forehead.

"Oh God.....yes!" she nodded, feeling the thighs grip harder.

"Ohhhhhh...ffffuck....Jesus!"

"Too hard?"

"No, no....please don't stop...please!" she begged, her clit throbbing like crazy as Tara kissed and nuzzled her neck. Max couldn't believe what was happening, how the hell did she know this was what she wanted? Before she had chance to dwell on it, she suddenly felt the fingers stroking her rock hard clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

"Ahhhhhhh....oh fffuck...Tara...Tara....oh no...nooo!" Max wailed, her body writhing in ecstasy as the fingers rubbed harder.

"And where do you think you're going?" Tara whispered, squeezing harder and kissing her forehead.

"AAAAAAHHHH......OH GOD.....I'M COMING.....I'M........AAAAAAAAHH!"

The reality was even more intense than she could have ever imagined, the climax tearing through her, sapping all the strength from her body, leaving her just an exhausted wreck between the big brunette's thighs. Releasing her 'victim', Tara sat on the edge of the bed and smiled down at her, gliding her fingers down her shapely nylon clad legs.

"Did you enjoy that?" Tara asked softly.

"What the hell do you think?" Max gasped, hands placed over her eyes.

Slipping between Max's legs, Tara kissed the pretty redhead, thrusting her tongue hard into her mouth, making her pull the big girl close to her, running her hands all over her voluptuous figure. Suddenly Tara broke off the kiss and spread Max's legs apart; holding the young girl down with her knee, she began to grind her pussy against Max's aching clit, making her cry out ecstatically.

"Aaaahhh.....ohhhhh God.....yes....yes!"

"You like that baby?" Tara purred, thrusting harder as Max wriggled beneath her, desperately trying to resist.

"Ohhhh my God.......fffuuuck......yyyeeeaahh!"

"That's it, come on baby, come for me."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH.....OH GOD.....YYYEEEEAAAAAHH!"

Unable to hold on any longer, Max screamed as yet another orgasm ripped through her body, her head swimming as the euphoric feeling washed over her with such intensity she felt as if she was going to pass out. As she began to settle, Tara lay down next to her, gently stroking her hair; listening to the rain against the window, the pair drifted off to sleep.........

A couple of hours later, they awoke, blinking in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Max looked at her watch.

"Oh shit," she groaned, "it's nearly half eight."

"Ooops, sorry," Tara smiled, "you won't be in that much trouble, will you."

"Nah, it just means I'll get the Spanish inquisition when I get in."

"What are you gonna tell them?"

"Dunno," Max shrugged, "I'll think of something."

When they had got dressed, Max looked over at the big brunette.

"Go on, be honest, you didn't have to come back here to get something at all, did you?"

"No, of course I didn't," Tara smiled, shaking her head, "all I did when I went upstairs was make the bed and put the lamp on."

"You devious swine," Max smiled.

"I know, I'm terrible aren't I? Plying you with alcohol and bringing you back here so I can have my wicked way with you." the big brunette giggled, putting her arm round Max's waist.

"And you didn't get those moves just from doing judo either."

"Erm...not exactly no, I learned a lot of that somewhere else," Tara smiled wickedly.

"Where?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," said Max, more than a little intrigued.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you about it when we've got more time, come on, let's get you home.

"Okay," the redhead sighed.....

Pulling up in Ruskin Drive, Tara turned to her new lover, an apprehensive look on her face.

"Right, I'll see you here in the morning baby," said Tara, leaning over and kissing her on the lips.

"Okay."

"Don't worry, if they start moaning you can blame me if you want."

"No it's okay, like I said I'll think of something, see you tomorrow," Max smiled, getting out of the car.

"Bye."

Watching Tara drive away, Max sighed and made her way round the corner and up the street to her front door. Taking a deep breath, she quietly turned her key and tip toed into the hallway; closing the door softly, she was just about to sneak up the stairs when she heard the gruff voice behind her.

"And where the bloody hell have you been till now?"

'Oh shit,' she thought, 'here we go.'




Thanks for reading.

         MELD.



Sparks Ch. 03



Hi readers,

Here's chapter 3.

Hope you enjoy it,

MELD.

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"Well, that's my first week over, thank God," Max chirped, pulling her seatbelt on and smiling over at Tara.

"Oh come on, it's not been that bad of a week has it?" asked Tara, giving the redhead a knowing smile and winking.

"You know what I mean," Max smiled, feeling her face reddening, "come on then, where are you taking me?"

"Well, I thought we could drop the car off outside the house, nip to The Fox for a couple, then grab a takeaway and a bottle of wine and snuggle up on the sofa with a DVD."

"Hmm, okay," Max shrugged.

"What's up?"

"I thought we were going into town," the young girl sighed, looking a little disappointed.

"Erm...well I'm a bit knackered baby, we'll go tomorrow, it's always better on a Saturday night."

"Oh, okay then," Max smiled, "but do we have to go in The Fox?"

"No we don't have to, why, don't you like it in there?"

"It's okay; it just seems a bit...rough."

"Rough?" the big girl laughed, "give over you snobby little bugger, come on then where do you want to go?"

"The Imperial."

"The Imp? Okay," Tara shrugged, "as long as I get a pint down me I don't mind where we go."

Despite not going into town that night, Max was still looking forward to the weekend. After coming home late on Tuesday evening, she had made sure that Tara got her home on time just to stop her Mum and Dad moaning. However, they both knew that Max was out till all hours at weekends, so she had told them she was staying at her friend's place Friday and Saturday night so she could spend some proper time with her new lover, rather than just a few stolen moments at work.

"Here we are," said Tara as they pulled up outside the house, "do you want to take your bag out of the boot and put it inside, or get it when we come back?"

"Erm...I think I'll get it when we come back," Max smirked, "I remember what happened to me last time you got me through that front door."

"Bugger," Tara giggled, "you got me, come on then, let's go."

After a short walk, they arrived at The Imperial.

"Pint of lager and a vodka and orange, please Al."

"Four eighty please Tara," the landlord smiled.

"Cheers."

Taking their drinks, they sat down at an empty table.

"I take it this is your local as well then, seeing as how you two know each other." said Max, taking a sip from her glass.

"Nah, I don't come in here very often, I just know Alan from when he used to be a barman at The Fox before he took over this place."

"Oh right."

The young girl rolled her eyes and smiled as Tara necked down half her pint and belched.

"Sorry, I can't help it." the big girl sniggered.

"By the sound of it, it doesn't need any," Max grinned, shaking her head.

"I tell you what, after the week I've had sorting all that mess out, I reckon I've earned a few pints. If I ever find out who cocked all that up, I'll wring their bloody neck."

"You'd better not get plastered, I want some fun later," Max whispered, rubbing Tara's thigh under the table.

"Don't worry, so do I."...

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A couple of hours later, Tara opened the wine and put the DVD in the player. Dressed in her black silky dressing gown, she settled back down on the sofa and waited for Max to come out of the shower. A few moments later the redhead came into the room wearing her pink spotty pyjamas.

"Oh my God!" Tara laughed, "Aww, don't you look sweet, where's your teddy bear?"

"Sod off you cheeky cow!" retorted Max, smiling, "anyway, what are we watching?"

"Fast and Furious 6, I don't really do chick flicks."

"Oh, okay," the young girl shrugged, pouring a glass of wine and snuggling up next to the big girl.

"Comfy?"

"Yep."

"Right then," Tara smiled, pressing play on the remote. For the first half an hour or so, they sat in silence watching the film with Tara gently running her hand down Max's side. It was only when she slipped her hand inside her pyjama jacket and started tickling the redhead that she got a reaction.

"Oi!"

"What?"

"Pack it in." Max giggled, trying to fend off the big girl.

"Make me," purred Tara, pushing Max on to her back and tickling her belly.

"AAAAGGHH...TARA...YOU...AAAAGHH!" the redhead shrieked, laughing and gasping for breath.

"Come on Max," the big girl teased, sliding her hands up tickling under her arms.

"AAAAGGH... STOP IT!"

"Okay baby," Tara whispered, gently holding Max down and kissing her neck.

The redhead groaned as the soft kisses made the butterflies surge in her stomach; feeling the fingers undoing her pyjama jacket, she slipped her hands inside Tara's dressing gown and dug her fingers into her soft fleshy ass cheeks, making the big girl give out a surprised squeal. Kissing down Max's neck and on to her chest, she pulled away the baby pink bra and sucked hard on the girl's erect nipples.

"Oh God!"

"You like that baby?" Tara purred, sliding her hands under the waistband of Max's pyjama bottoms and gently rubbing her swollen clit.

"Yes...yes, don't stop!" she gasped, feeling her pussy getting wetter. Closing her eyes, she tried desperately to hold on, but she could already feel herself slipping as the fingers pushed gently inside her.

"Oh...oh...yes...yes!"

"Shhh."

"Ohhhhh...ffffuuuck...yes...yes...harder!" the redhead groaned, thrusting her hips to meet the probing fingers.

Sensing that Max was close, the big brunette gently nuzzled her lover's neck and massaged her pulsing clit with her thumb; feeling the muscles starting to spasm, she pushed her fingers deeper into the warm soaked folds making the young girl mewl and whimper, her body writhing in ecstasy.

"Ohhh...ffuuck...Tara...Yeah...YEEEAAH...OH GOD PLEASE!"

"That's it baby, come on." the big girl whispered, smiling down at the redhead.

Looking into Tara's soft brown eyes, Max cried out as the climax engulfed her, her pussy squirting as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

"AAAAAHHHHH...AAAAAAAHHHHH...YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!"

She closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the sofa as the waves grew more and more intense; tears rolling down her face as the amazing feeling raced through every vein in her body. Finally after what seemed like an age, she began to settle, her body relaxing as the sensation left her. Opening her eyes, she looked at her lover.

"Oh my God Tara that was gorgeous, how the hell do you do that?" she groaned, wiping her eyes.

"Hmm, well I've been doing it long enough, I should be pretty good at it by now," Tara smiled, holding out her hand, "come on, let's go upstairs."

"Can you give me a minute? I don't think I can walk."

"Fine," the big girl shrugged, "I'll carry you then."

"Wha..."

Before she could say anything more, Tara gathered Max in her arms and began to carry her up the stairs.

"Don't you dare drop me."

"I won't, for God's sake I'll bet you're only about 9 stone dripping wet," Tara laughed, "I've had colds that were heavier than you."

Stepping through the bedroom door, she gently lay Max down on the bed and then lay down beside her.

"Have you recovered now?" she asked, gently stroking her hair.

"Mmm, just about," Max smiled.

"Good."

Leaning over, Tara kissed her softly on the lips; moving her hand down, she slowly pulled off her pyjama bottoms, then her baby pink panties, dropping them off the bed. Sitting up, Max took off her pyjama jacket and bra then lay back down, looking expectantly at the big brunette.

"Well, come on then," she giggled, tugging at Tara's dressing gown.

"Alright alright."

Getting up off the bed, Tara untied the dressing gown to reveal she was completely naked; smiling as she noticed Max's eyes widen, she lay back down next her and softly kissed her neck. Slowly moving down to her chest, she gripped her right nipple between her teeth and sucked hard, making the redhead moan wantonly.

"Ohhhh...God...yeah."

As Tara slowly kissed further down Max's belly, her young lover's breathing became shorter and more fevered as she licked the thin strip of hair and rolled her tongue over the rock hard clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh...yeah...yeah...ohhhhhh...suck it...pleease...pleeease." Max gasped, her legs thrashing around on the bed. Grabbing her thighs to hold her still, Tara licked and sucked at the young girl's soaked pussy, occasionally pushing her tongue deep inside, making her young lover thrust her hips upward.

"Ohhhhhh...God...Tara...Tara...yes...yes...OH GOD...I'M COMI...YYEEEAAHH!"

Max screamed as another climax surged through her; her body writhing as Tara continued to lick at her dripping snatch. Eventually she began to relax, her body falling limp as the blissful sensation passed. Letting go of her legs, Tara moved back up her body and kissed her softly; the taste of her own pussy juice on the big brunette's lips stirring the butterflies in her stomach once more. Smiling at the young girl, Tara got up off the bed and reached into the bedside drawer.

"What are you doing?" asked Max anxiously.

"It's okay baby relax; Ah, here we are."

Smiling, Tara produced a double ended dildo from the drawer.

"Oh my God!" the young redhead gasped, her pretty blue eyes widening.

"Don't worry; you'll enjoy this I promise."

Sitting back down on the bed, she pulled Max close to her and kissed her passionately, forcing her tongue hard into the young girl's mouth; with their tongues entwined, Max groaned lustfully as she felt the tip of the dildo rubbing against her pulsing clit. Opening her legs wider, Tara gently eased the tool into her young lover until half the length was inside.

"Ohhhhh...Oh God!"

"Shhhh baby, it's okay," Tara whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

Moving round, she eased herself on to the other end of the dildo, settling into a comfortable position; she began thrust, gently at first, but gradually getting harder.

"Oh...ffuckin hell," Max groaned, trying to push back.

"That's it baby, ride it," Tara purred, thrusting her hips harder.

"Uuuuaaaaahhh...ohhhhhhh...Tara...that's so good!"

The two women rode the thick pink silicone toy, thrusting their hips in unison as they pushed each other into a state of total ecstasy. Sweat poured from their bodies as they thrust harder and harder, each trying to send the other to an explosive conclusion. Surprisingly, it was the older woman who succumbed first; her cries and whimpers getting more desperate as she felt her pussy starting to spasm.

"Ohhhhhhhh...oh God no...no...no...oh Max...Max..oh baby...ffffuuck!"

Max's stomach began turning somersaults; the sight of the big girl nearing orgasm was enough to send her own senses reeling. Within seconds, the room was filled with ecstatic cries and screams as the pair fell into blissful release, their bodies tensing as the shattering climax seared through them.

"AAAAHHHH...AAAAAAHHHHH...MAX...YYYYYEAAAHHH...FFFUUUCK!"

"AAAAAAHHHH...OH MY GOD...YYYEEAAHHH...AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The two women fell back, totally spent. Dropping the dildo off the edge of the bed, Tara pulled the duvet over them and cuddled up behind the young girl, softly kissing the back of her neck.

"Tired?"

"Mmmm."

"Okay baby, I'll let you sleep."...

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Yawning, Tara looked at her watch.

"Oh, quarter past ten," she shrugged, getting out of bed.

"Mmmm, where are you going?" groaned Max from under the duvet, "I was nice and warm."

"Alright grumpy arse, I'm just nipping the loo, then I'm going to get the fags and the rest of the wine," the big girl smiled, kissing Max on the forehead.

"Well don't be long," she yawned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Okay."

A few moments later, Tara returned; handing Max a cigarette, she poured out what was left of the wine. Lighting up, Max took a long drag and sat back against the headboard.

"Feeling better now?" the big brunette smiled.

"Mmm, sorry; I can be a bit nazzy sometimes when I wake up," the young girl sighed apologetically.

"Nooo, really? Here, get that down you," Tara smiled, handing her a glass. Lighting a cigarette, she slipped back into bed; her young lover looking at her with an enquiring expression.

"What?"

"Well...you know when you brought me back here on Tuesday and you held me down and did that thing to me"...

"What thing?" the big girl teased.

"You know what I'm talking about," said Max feeling her face going red again.

"Ohhh, that," Tara purred, "what about it?"

"Well you said you were going to tell me about how you became so good at it," said Max, snuggling up to her.

"Oh alright then," the brunette smiled, shaking her head, "Are you lying comfortably?"

"Hmmm."

"Then I shall begin, About twelve years ago when I was still living in Wath, me and a few of my mates went to Blackpool on a hen weekend; as you can imagine, the drink was flowing freely and we were all pretty plastered. Anyway we ended up in this club, I can't remember the name of it but in a room at the back they were holding jelly wrestling."

"Jelly wrestling?" Max laughed, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, you know, a paddling pool filled with jelly and couple of girlies in bikinis rolling round in it, so we watched them for a bit then this bloke asked if there were any girls who were brave enough to take on one of the girls for 10 minutes, if they did they would get a cash prize; of course, my mates were all egging me on to put my hand up, saying I could probably take on both of them and still win, plus it would be more money for booze."

"Don't tell me, you did it didn't you?" the redhead smiled.

"Well I thought, I get to roll around in a pool of jelly with a pretty girl for 10 minutes and get paid at the end of it, what's not to like? So I put my hand up, they took me into this little room to get changed and gave me this horrible zebra print bikini that was too small. A couple of minutes later the guy introduced me and I knelt down in the pool facing the other girl."

"What was she like?"

"Oh, you know, your typical barbie doll type, quite a cute little thing with blonde hair, she was about the same size as you; to be honest, she looked quite scared when I got into the pool." Tara laughed.

"I'll bet she did, so I take it you won?"

"Yeah easily, I was way too strong for her; I just toyed with her really just to make it last the full time, holding her down and smearing the jelly into her face; I remember I had to keep adjusting my top 'cos my tits kept falling out, I'm sure that bastard gave me that one on purpose."

"Oh right," Max laughed, "so how did you finish her off then?"

"I just squeezed her until she tapped out; not too hard, just enough to make her squeal, then I got out, got changed again and picked up £100."

"A hundred quid?"

"Yeah, not bad for 10 minutes work eh? Well it kept us in booze for a bit longer."

"Hmm, it still doesn't tell about how you became so good at doing what you did to me the other night." said Max, letting out a sigh as she thought of Tara covered in jelly and squeezing the blonde girl, making her clit tingle.

"I'm just coming to that, you impatient little bugger," Tara smiled, giving Max a peck on the cheek, "well, this is when things started getting a bit weird."

"Weird, in what way?"

"Well, about an hour later, I was at the bar when this smartly dressed woman came over and started chatting to me; she said her name was Pamela and that she had been very impressed by what she had seen earlier; at first I thought she was just being friendly or perhaps even trying to chat me up so I nodded, smiled and tried to be polite, even though I just wanted to get back to my mates."

"What did she look like?"

"Hmm, I reckon she was about mid forties, short brown hair, about a size fourteen, very classy, I remember thinking she looked a bit out of place in there; anyway, she handed me a card and said if I wanted to earn some real money I should give her a call, then she left."

"What happened then?"

"Well I went back to my mates and didn't really think about it; then a few days later I found the card in my jeans pocket when I was putting them in the wash, so I decided to ring the number just to see what she meant, she told me that she was in Leeds and she would come to Wath to pick me up on the Saturday and that I was to wear something smart as we would be going to a meeting."

"A meeting?"

"Yeah, she didn't really say much more than that, so Saturday came around and got myself all dolled up, dress, high heels and all that and waited for her where we arranged to meet up."

"You? In a dress?" Max smirked.

"You needn't look so shocked, I do wear dresses from time to time, as you will see tomorrow night; anyway where was I?...oh yeah that's right, I was there waiting for her for about half an hour then she turned up in this big silver Mercedes, so I got in and asked her where we were going, but she just kept being evasive, saying I'd got nothing to worry about and that we'd be there soon."

"Where did you end up?"

"After a couple of hours on the motorway, she turned off and then we were driving down this twisty little lane in the middle of nowhere; just when I thought she was probably lost, we drove through these big fancy gates and along a tree lined drive to a massive stately home."

"Bloody hell, what, like Downton Abbey?"

"Yeah, it was called Boxten Hall, an absolute barn of a place, it was huge; after we parked up, this butler took us through the house to a room with two sofas in it and we were told to wait there, he left and then returned a few minutes later with a very elegant woman with long black hair. Pamela introduced her as Lady Patricia Thornley."

"What the hell did she take you there for?"

"Ahh, now this is where it gets interesting; after having a couple of drinks, she took me down a corridor to a large room; in front of this grand fireplace, there was a large rectangle of soft carpet with tables around the edge, Patricia explained this was the main room where the girls competed and that the tables were for the members.

"Members, what members?" asked Max, intrigued.

"The members of what she called The Society; a female only club she set up in the 80's so that her and her posh mates could watch women sexfighting," Tara smiled, seeing the shocked expression on her face.

"Sexfighting? Oh my God! You mean they..."

"Yep, they would get the girls to go at each other and try and get their opponent to orgasm, using their fingers, their tongues or sometimes sex toys, while the members all sat around the edge and watched."

"And they wanted you to do this?"

"Pamela said she had brought me down to watch that night's event so I could get a feel for it; if I was interested, I could compete at the next one."

"I take it you were then?" smiled Max.

"Well I wasn't sure at first, until I saw my first fight."

"Oh right, go on," said Max, lighting another cigarette.

"Well, that night there were four fights scheduled; just before nine o' clock the members all took their seats and I sat down with Pamela and waited for the first pair to appear."

"How many of these members were there then?"

"Oh I'd say good few dozen, all of them quite well off judging by what they were wearing and the cars they drove; two of them even turned up in a bloody Ferrari!"

"Jesus; they weren't short of a few quid then."

"You must be joking, they were all bloody loaded; I think Patricia used to charge quite high fees for membership but if any of them managed to find a new girl for the roster, she would knock a bit off and give them a bit of a cash bonus, which is why Pamela was so keen for me to join."

"Aah right, so go on then, the members were all sat there waiting, and..."

"Then Patricia, all dolled up in an evening dress introduced the two fighters; the first one was a small, dark haired girl called Clare; she was about early twenties with a cute smile. She was wearing a short white silky gown; when she took it off, all she had on underneath was a little skimpy red thong, I remember thinking at the time what a cute little arse she had."




Sparks Ch. 03



"Ohhhh yeah?" Max smirked.

"Oh, obviously not as cute as yours baby," Tara giggled.

"Hmm, yeah alright, I'll let you off, carry on then."

"Well, then the second girl was introduced; her name was Ingrid, she was quite a bit taller than Clare with short blonde spiky hair; when she took her robe off, she had a pair of silver bikini bottoms on underneath, her legs were really long and she was absolutely covered in tattoos, I took one look at her and thought, bloody hell, that other girl doesn't stand a chance. Anyway, the referee called them to the centre of the mat and they knelt down and faced each other."

"Referee?"

"Yeah Norma, this scary looking bird in a black T- shirt and combats, God, she was built like a tank; I tell you what, you did not mess with her," Tara smiled shaking her head.

"Yeah well, go on then, what happened next?" said Max eagerly, stubbing out her cigarette.

"Alright alright, Norma said go and they just launched themselves at each other; I was absolutely gobsmacked, they were rolling over and over, clawing at each other like wild animals; then Ingrid held Clare down on her back with her knee and pulled her thong off; she was trying to wriggle free but she had no chance, especially when Ingrid started rubbing her clit."

"Oh my God," Max groaned softly, closing her eyes as she felt her own clit starting to throb.

"Oh yeah," purred Tara, smiling wickedly as noticed her young lover's expression, "she was pleading, begging her to stop until she couldn't hold on any more; I just sat there open mouthed as she finger fucked Clare to orgasm; she made a bloody good job of it as well, the poor girl was screaming and slamming her fists into the mat; the audience were loving it they were all on their feet clapping."

"Oh fuckin hell," the young redhead gasped her voice barely a whisper; rolling on to her back, she slipped a hand between her legs, "go on."

"Well, Norma got them to break and formally announced to the audience that Ingrid had scored; after giving Clare a little time to recover, she got them to face each other again; Ingrid just leapt on Clare, pushed her legs apart and slipped four fingers into her pussy, she just groaned and fell back, she was far too weak to stop her."

Max moaned wantonly as she rubbed frantically at her swollen clit; as Tara slipped two fingers into the redhead's soaked pussy, she cried out lustfully as the mental picture of the two girls writhing on the mat in front of an audience sent her over the edge.

"Oh God, Tara...Tara...yes!"

"That's it baby," the big brunette whispered, feeling the muscles spasm round her fingers as the young girl's body tensed.

"Aaaaahh...aaaaahhhh...ohhh...fffuuck...yyyyeeeaahh!"

Sweat poured down Max's face as the climax surged, coursing through every vein in her body and leaving her totally drained. Gently caressing her until she settled, Tara kissed her young lover and stroked her forehead.

"Okay baby?"

"Yes." Max whispered, closing her eyes and smiling.

"You feeling tired again?"

"No, not at all, tell me about your first fight."

"How do you know I joined?" the big girl teased.

"Oh come on, I know you did, please."

"Oh alright, yeah you're right, I did join, well after what I saw that first night I jumped at the chance, so a couple of weeks later Pamela drove me down there for my debut; when I arrived, Patricia had a quick word with me to discuss what I would like to wear and what time I would be fighting, then I was shown to my room."

"You had a room?"

"Yeah, all the girls were each given a room to relax and get ready in; when it was your turn to fight, one of the maids would knock on your door and then escort you to the main room. So when I got to mine, I had a quick shower and just chilled out and watched the telly for a couple of hours; then a maid knocked on the door and handed me my robe and a small card that told me who my opponent would be."

"Was it Ingrid?" asked Max, a hopeful tone in her voice.

"No, it wasn't," Tara smiled, "her name was Sadie, she was one of the girls I had seen fight a couple of weeks earlier, quite a cute little thing with green eyes and short brown hair; I guess she was about your age and build."

"Was she any good?"

"Ohhh God yes, she might have been small, but she was a fierce little bugger, she totally destroyed the girl I saw her fight against."

"Come on then, tell me what happened," said Max, snuggling up to the big brunette.

"Well, we were both there knelt down facing each other; her in a blue thong and me in a black one, Norma yelled go and the little bitch pounced on me. Before I could do anything she had me on my back and was twisting hell out of my nipples."

"Ow, nasty."

"Yeah, so I grabbed her arms and pushed her on to her back...like this!"

Taking Max completely by surprise, Tara jumped on top of her and held her down by her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" the redhead gasped, trying to wriggle free.

"You wanted to know what happened," Tara purred, "so I'm going to show you."

Nuzzling into Max's neck, she slipped a hand down between her legs and began to gently stroke her stiffening clit, making the young girl moan lustfully.

"Oh...oh God...Tara...yes!"

Rubbing harder, she slipped her fingers into Max's dripping snatch whilst gently pressing her thumb against her throbbing bean.

"Aaaaaaahhhh...aaaaahhhh...oh no...no...please!"

Suddenly spreading her legs, the big girl slid between them and began to trib her young lover, grinding their pussies together and making Max dig her fingers into the pillows and shake her head as she tried to fend off the inevitable.

"AAAAAAHHHH...OH GOD...PLEASE...PLEASE NOT AGAI...AAAAAHHHH!"

"Thaat's it, come on baby." Tara whispered, thrusting harder.

"OH MY GOD...AAAAAHHHH...YYYYEEEAAAHHH...OHHHHH...FFFUUUCK!"

Closing her eyes as the climax tore through her slender body; Max screamed and slammed her fists into the mattress; her legs thrashing about wildly as the waves rippled through her. As the feeling subsided, she gradually opened her eyes to see Tara smiling down at her.

"How was that?" she purred, a playful glint in her beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh God...you bitch," Max groaned, closing her eyes again, a relaxed smile on her face.

"Do you want me to tell you about my second fight?"

"No...no it's fine...another time perhaps."

Pulling the duvet over them both, Tara cuddled up behind her young lover.

"Come on baby; let's get some sleep, busy day tomorrow."

"But its Saturday tomorrow," the redhead mumbled.

"I know, but we've got things to do."

"What things?"

"You'll find out tomorrow"...

 Thanks for reading

MELD. 



Sparks Ch. 04



Hi readers,

Here's chapter 4, sorry for the delay, (been a bit busy.)

Hope you enjoy it,

MELD.

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"Baby...baby come on, I've done you some breakfast!" Tara yelled up.

"Mmmmnnn...in a minute," Max groaned from under the duvet as the smell of fried bacon wafted upstairs and into the bedroom.

"Come on, I've let you have a lie in, get your cute little lazy arse down here!"

Blinking, the redhead looked over at the clock.

"What the...it's half nine!" she groaned, flopping back in the bed and pulling the duvet back over, "fuck sake, it's like being at home."

"Don't make me come up there Missy!" the big girl yelled jokingly.

"Bog off," Max mumbled into the pillow.

"I heard that!"

"Good."

"Right, you lazy little git, come here!" barked Tara, racing up the stairs. Bursting into the room and yanking the duvet away, she scooped the naked young girl up in her arms.

"Arrrggh...get off...Tara...TARA...PUT ME DOWN!" she screamed, giggling and trying to wriggle free from the big girl's grip.

"Tell me to bog off now then, heh?" Tara laughed, carrying her lover towards the bathroom, "right then, let's give you a nice cold shower to wake you up!"

"YOU COW...DON'T YOU DARE...TARA...NO NO...NOOO!

"Say you're sorry."

"OKAY...OKAY...I'M SORRY...I'M SORRY...PLEEASE!"

"Are you gonna come downstairs then?" Tara giggled, holding Max with one arm as she leaned over and turned on the shower.

"YES...YES...YEEESS!" 

"Alright then, see you in a minute," the big girl smiled, giving Max a peck on the cheek and putting her back down. Putting her pyjamas back on, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and found Tara just finishing her breakfast. Sighing, she plonked herself down at the table. 

"Oh finally, here, get that lot down you," she smiled, pushing a full English breakfast across the table towards her, the plate piled high. Puffing out her cheeks, she grabbed a knife and fork.

"Any tea going?" she asked, still half asleep.

"Yep," Tara smiled, pouring her a cup, "had a nice lie in?"

"Lie in? It's Saturday morning and I'm up before ten," the redhead moaned.

"God, you're a lazy little sod, I've been up since half seven."

"Half seven? What the hell for?" asked Max, bemused.

"Because like I said last night, we've got a busy day today; so I got up early, had a shower, did the housework and then made us both breakfast."

"What's this busy day you've got planned then?"

"Well, when you've had a shower and got dressed, we're gonna go to the retail park and do a bit of shopping and then later we're going to go out into town."

"Oh right, where are we going later then?" Max asked, perking up a little.

"Well I thought we could do a couple of the town centre pubs then go on to Blaze." Tara smiled, pouring herself another cup of tea.

"Blaze...isn't that a gay bar?" 

"Yep, not a problem is it?"

"No no," Max shrugged, "I've just never been in there before, that's all."

"Don't worry, you'll love it," said Tara confidently, "right, come on then, go and get ready."

"Alright alright, let me finish this first!" the redhead huffed.

"Well come on then, hurry up."

Quickly finishing her breakfast and going for a shower, Max then went into the bedroom and unpacked the rest of her clothes from her bag. First, she picked out her black lacy bra and panties and put them on; laying out the rest of her clothes on the bed, she decided on her black jeans and a purple long sleeve top. She was so preoccupied looking for a pair of socks; she hadn't heard Tara sneaking up behind her.

"Gotcha!" the big girl growled, grabbing Max round the waist and nuzzling her neck.

"AAAAGGH...get off you daft sod!" she squealed, giggling.

"Mmmmm, very nice," purred Tara, smoothing her hands over the lacy underwear.

"I thought you wanted to get going down town," the redhead moaned wantonly, feeling her clit starting to tingle as Tara's fingers slipped inside her bra and gently twisted her left nipple.

"Hmm, in a bit," she whispered, sliding her hand inside the panties and rubbing the rapidly moistening lips.

"Ohhhhh...oh God...aaahh!"

"You like that baby, hmm?" said Tara softly, kissing and nibbling Max's ear.

"Yes...oh God Tara yes...yes!" the young girl groaned, feeling the fingers massage her stiff clit, the climax already starting to edge closer; as the fingers slid inside her soaked pussy, she mewled and whimpered as Tara gently worked them in and out, causing the muscles to spasm.

"Aaaaahhh...oh fuck...fuuuck...yyeeaaahh!"

"Thaat's it, good girl," Tara whispered, thrusting her fingers deeper.

"Ohhhh God...Tara...yeeaah...yyyyeeaahh...ohhhhhh...fffffuuucck!"

Throwing her head back, Max groaned as the orgasm tore through her, making her body tense up. A warm trickle of cum burst from her pussy, running down her inner thighs and soaking Tara's probing fingers; taking them out, the big girl sucked each one in turn before gently lying Max down on the bed, the redhead giving out a relaxed moan as the last of the beautiful feeling left her body.

"Oh my God Tara, that was gorgeous," she groaned, lying back and wiping her brow.

"I'll give you a bit of time to recover, and then we'll have to get going," Tara smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead. Eventually getting back up, Max smiled at her lover and shook her head as she took off her cum drenched panties.

"Brilliant, I'd only just put them on," she sighed, looking in her bag.

"Just put another pair on." said Tara, "what's the problem?"

"They won't match now," Max grumbled, pulling out a bright orange thong.

"Oh no!" the big girl teased, "who the bloody hell's gonna know?"

"I'll know."

"Oh for God's sake, you're not one of those anal types that have to wear matching bra and pants all the time are you?" Tara giggled.

"Look, I just like things a certain way; anyway, it's all your fault, if it hadn't been for you pouncing on me and molesting me, it wouldn't have happened."

"Aww you poor thing, I'm soooo sorry," the big brunette laughed, "you didn't seem so upset a few minutes ago."

"Hmm, yeah well," Max smiled, looking down at the floor as her face began to turn red.

"Look, come on hurry up, then we can get going."

"Alright alright, go and wait for me downstairs, I might manage to actually finish getting dressed this time," said Max.

"Okay," Tara giggled, giving the young girl a playful tap on the backside as she walked past.

"Go on, bugger off you nympho." 

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A short while later they arrived at the retail park; parking the car, they made their way over to the main building.

"Right, where do you want to go first?" Tara asked, smiling at the redhead.

"Dunno," she shrugged, "doesn't really matter, I'm virtually skint anyway."

"Don't be daft, I'm paying," said Tara, putting an arm round her.

"Are you sure?" 

"Course I am, I can buy my girlfriend something if I want to can't I?"

"Thank you," she smiled, a warm feeling building within her as she gave her lover a peck on the cheek.

"Right come on, let's try in here."

Walking through the doors of Next, they looked along the rails. Picking out a little black dress, Max turned to Tara.

"What do you think?" she smiled, holding it up against herself.

"Hmm, it's alright, why don't you go and try it on?"

"Okay."

A few moments later she stepped out of the cubicle and presented herself to Tara, hands posed on hips.

"Hmm, it's nice," she nodded, smiling; "do you want it?"

"It's a bit pricey," said Max, smiling awkwardly.

"I told you, it's fine," said Tara, "I want to treat you."

"Well if you're sure, thank you; you don't have to do this you know."

"Oh give over you silly sod," the big brunette giggled, "come on let's go over there."

Once Max had got changed again, Tara led her over to the lingerie department.

"Go on, pick something."

"Oh no, I couldn't; you've already treated me to the dress."

"Yeah, and now I want a treat for me," Tara whispered, smiling suggestively and raising her eyebrows.

"Ohhh, I see," Max smiled, shaking her head.

"Go on, pick something really girly; you know, lots of frills and stuff."

"Oh right; is that the sort of thing that gets you going is it?" Max teased, picking up a pair of lacy knickers.

"Hmm, yeah," Tara nodded, "not sure about the colour though baby, I don't think bright red is really you."

"Mmm, maybe you're right," smiled Max, putting them back down, "why don't you pick me something?"

"Okay."

Looking along the racks and shelves, Tara's eyes settled on a satin lilac French knicker and camisole set with white lace frills. 

"Aaah, this is more like it," she chirped, picking it up and showing it to Max.

"Mmm, that's pretty," the redhead smiled, "think it will suit me?"

"Well we'll find out later, I want you to wear it tonight."

"Oh, okay."

"Did you bring any stockings with you last night?" Tara whispered hopefully.

"Oh shit, sorry, I forgot; all I brought was a pair of black tights," the young girl sighed.

"Oh well, never mind; we'll get you some from here," her lover smiled; looking around, she found a pair of nude hold ups with seams, "are these okay?"

"Yeah sure, whatever floats your boat; it's your fetish," Max smirked, winking.

"Come on you cheeky little git, let's go." giggled Tara.

Paying for the items, the pair made their way outside.

"Fancy something to eat?" asked Tara, looking over at the KFC.

"What? You must be bloody joking, I'm still full from that mountain of a breakfast you did me!" said Max, holding her stomach.

"It wasn't a mountain; there was hardly anything on there." 

"There was more than enough for me."

"No wonder you're so skinny," the big brunette smiled, "you eat like a rabbit."

"Mmmm," Max smiled impishly, "and I fu..."

The redhead was interrupted by someone shouting her name behind them; turning round, she saw Debbie and Rhona, two of her college mates walking over.

"Hiya mate, I haven't seen you all week," Debbie beamed.

"Hiya, yeah I've been a bit knackered; you know new job and all that."

"Oh yeah, how's it goin then, any fit lads there?" Rhona giggled.

"Erm, I haven't really looked; this is Tara, she works there too, Tara, this is Debbie and Rhona, two of my friends from college," said Max nervously.

"Hello," Tara smiled.

"Hiya," the two girls replied in unison, looking the big girl up and down before turning their attention back to their friend. As the trio chatted, Tara discreetly studied them. Rhona was definitely the most talkative; one of those typical teenage girls who had that ability to carry on a conversation without pausing to breathe. She was quite pretty though, with pale blue eyes, a nice smile and neat shoulder length blonde hair; she was about the same height as Max, but perhaps a little stockier in build. Debbie on the other hand was quite tall, with short cropped brown hair dyed blonde at the fringe; her facial features were quite sharp, with piercing green eyes and a warm friendly smile. She wasn't as animated as her chatty blonde friend, but seemed to ready to jump in whenever Rhona gave her a chance. Smiling to herself as she watched them all chatting away excitedly, it was Max that stood out from the three of them; sure, the other two were pretty but to her they didn't even come close to the slender little redhead, 'God, you are so beautiful,' she thought as she watched her young lover.

"You out tonight mate?" Rhona asked.

"Yeah, we're going into town aren't we?" said Max, turning to the big brunette.

"Yep," smiled Tara.

"Er, oh right," said Rhona, smiling nervously at the big girl.

"We'll see you in the Royal about eight then," said Debbie.

"Okay see you later," chirped Max as they went their separate ways.

"Whaooh, Jesus!" Tara laughed.

"What?"

"That Rhona, she can't half talk, fuck me, she could teach a budgie in five minutes!"

"Mmm, she can get a little over excited," Max smiled, "but she's been a good friend to me, in fact they both have."

"I don't think they knew what to make of me," said Tara, "they certainly didn't seem too keen on an old fart coming along tonight."

"Don't be daft, you're not an old fart," laughed the redhead, "they've only just met you, that's all; anyway we're not meeting up with them, I want us to have a night out together, just me and you."

"Okay baby, right then, come on let's go Wetherspoons, I fancy a pint," said the big girl, gleefully rubbing her hands.

"Oh alright then," sighed Max, smiling and rolling her eyes, "you bloody beer monster."

After half an hour or so in Wetherspoons, the pair made their way back to the car.

"Right, back to yours then is it?" asked Max.

"Erm...not yet; there's just one more place I want to go," said Tara, a playful smile on her lips. 

"Where are we going?" the redhead asked anxiously, fixing her lover with a stern look.

"Don't worry you'll be fine, come on, get in the car."

"Hmm, come on then let's go," Max sighed, fastening her seatbelt.

About ten minutes later, they parked up in Casson Road, a small backstreet on the other side of town. Looking a little confused, Max turned to her lover.

"What have you brought us down here for?" she asked.

"This is the last stop on our shopping trip," the big brunette smiled.

"Where's the shop then?"

"Over there," said Tara, nodding over to a grotty looking shop with boarded up windows.

"Oh my God! That isn't what I think it is, is it?" Max groaned.

"Yep."

"Bollocks to that! I'm not going in there!"

"Why not? Surely you've been in a sex shop before," Tara giggled.

"No I bloody haven't!" Max huffed.

"But you told me you had some toys at home."

"Yes I have, but I got them at an Ann Summers party, not at one of these sorts of places."

"What do you mean, one of these sorts of places?" smiled Tara.

"Well, you know," Max shrugged awkwardly, "they always have creepy men in dirty Macs walking round them don't they."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Tara laughed, "and anyway, how would you know if you've never been in one?"

"Alright smart arse, I'm still not going in there though," said Max firmly, folding her arms.

"Oh don't be a pussy, come on, you can hold my hand if you want," the big girl smirked.

"Oh very funny; alright then fine," sighed Max, getting out of the car, "what do you want from here anyway?" she asked as they crossed the road.

"Hmm, I don't know yet, come on," said Tara, pushing open the door.

As they stepped inside, Max looked around the dimly lit room. Along one wall, it was crammed from floor to ceiling with DVDs; on the opposite one, there were magazines and along the back wall, there was a very extensive selection of toys, whips and chains. There were a few men dotted around the place, picking up various items and studying them. They may not have been wearing dirty Macs, but they still looked pretty sleazy to the young redhead.

"Afternoon ladies, can I help you?" asked an equally sleazy looking man behind the counter.

"Erm, not at the moment thanks, we're just browsing," said Tara, smiling at her anxious looking girlfriend, "What's the matter?"

"It's creepy," she whispered, "look at those pervy bastards over there," she scowled, nodding at two men watching a film of a blonde girl sucking off a rather well endowed muscular man.

"Oh for God sake, just relax will you," giggled Tara, making her way over to the DVD racks, followed by the redhead. After a few minutes browsing; the big girl leaned over to Max.

"Seen anything you like yet?" she muttered under her breath.

Max nodded and discreetly pointed at a DVD on the third shelf; smiling wickedly, Tara picked it up and looked at the cover. On the front there was a young girl chained to a wall as an older woman thrashed her ass with a paddle.

"Hmmm, Oh I see, that's what you like is it?" Tara whispered, "you kinky little bugger."

"That's a bit bloody rich!" the young girl whispered back sharply, "after all the stuff you told me last night about what you used to get up to, and you think I'm the kinky one!"

"I'm only winding you up," the big brunette giggled, "well, do you want it then?"

"Yes please," she whispered, her face going red.

"I can do you a deal on those love, two for twenty quid!" the man behind the counter yelled over, making the other customers look over in their direction.

'Oh dear God,' Max thought, feeling her face burn and her insides wince as she could almost feel the pairs of eyes on her.

"No thanks mate, we'll just take this one," Tara replied confidently.

"Right, can we get out of here now?" Max asked anxiously.

"In a minute, I just want to go over there," said the big brunette, heading for the shelves with the toys.

"Oh for God's sake," the young girl muttered, quickly following her lover. Looking at Max's bright red face, Tara grabbed her hand and giggled.

"Go on, pick one," she whispered.

"What?"

"Pick one," said Tara, smiling mischievously.

Looking along the shelves, Max's gaze settled on a pink vibrator with a clitoral stimulator protruding from the side; squeezing the big girl's hand, she nodded down at it.

"Hmm, very nice," purred Tara, picking it up and raising her eyebrows, "I'm sure we can have some fun with this."

"Mmmm," nodded Max, swallowing hard as she imagined Tara holding her down and teasing her with it.

"Are you sure this is the one you want?" said the big girl; perhaps a little too loudly.

"Tara! Oh for fuck sake," Max sighed, shaking her head and looking down at the floor as she felt the eyes on her once more.

"Come on," Tara giggled, going over to the counter and paying. Once outside, she turned to find her girlfriend looking daggers straight at her.

"What?"

"You know damn well what! Are you sure this is the one you want? Jesus, I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" the young girl ranted.

"Oh God, your face; that was a belter!" the brunette sniggered.

"It's not funny Tara! I was bloody mortified, I just wanted the ground to swallow me up, and that pervy bastard behind the counter knew it!"

"Alright baby, I'm sorry," said Tara, hugging the angry girl, "I'll make it up to you later."

"Hmm, you'd better," smiled Max, her anger subsiding, "right, come on let's get out of here before someone who knows me comes past."

"Why would anyone you know come down here?"

"Well you never know!"

"Perhaps you should have worn a Mac," Tara smirked.

"Oh ha ha, piss off!" Max huffed as she got into the car...

Arriving back at the house, the pair flopped down on the sofa and Tara switched on the TV.

"What's on?"

"Dunno," the big girl shrugged, "just lookin, probably a load of crap as usual."

A quick surf through the channels confirmed her suspicions.

"Yep, crap," she sighed, dropping the remote on the coffee table.

"Erm...Why don't we watch that DVD we've just bought?" Max asked nervously.

"Ohhhh yeah? You're keen aren't you, go on then, go and get it."

"Okay," the redhead chirped, quickly getting up.

"Come on then, let's see what utter filth you've picked," the big girl smiled as Max handed her the case.

"Restrained & Retrained," Tara giggled, reading out the title and putting the disc in the player before sitting back down next to her girlfriend. After the opening credits, the camera slowly panned round a dingy room, similar to a prison cell. Suddenly a door opened and a petite brunette girl with a ponytail dressed in just a white bra and panties was pushed into the room; the door slamming shut behind her. The camera then zoomed in on the young girl's apprehensive face as she sat huddled up in the corner. 

"Aww, isn't she sweet," Tara whispered.




Sparks Ch. 04



"Mmm," nodded Max, snuggling up to the big brunette.

On the screen the girl looked worriedly over at the door as she heard footsteps approaching. The door swung open and a very stern looking middle aged woman with long black hair and dressed in a dark military style uniform stood over the 'prisoner.'

"Stand up and face the wall!" she barked.

"Yes Miss," the girl said quietly, getting up and obeying the order.

"Place your hands through the rings, come on, quickly!"

"Yes Miss."

Putting her hands through the rings mounted on the wall, the older woman then tied them by the wrists; tapping the girl's legs further apart with a cane, she then took a short rubber paddle from her belt, gently patting it on the girl's bum cheeks.

"Are you going to tell me the truth now Amy?" the woman asked softly.

"Please Miss, I have been telling the truth."

Suddenly pulling the paddle back, the woman brought it crashing down on Amy's pert little ass.

"Aaaooooowww! Please Miss!" the young girl sobbed, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe you," said the woman, grabbing hold of Amy's ponytail and landing four more strikes with paddle.

"Enjoying it so far?" smiled Tara, hearing Max's breathing getting heavier.

"Hmmm," the redhead nodded enthusiastically, swallowing hard and looking into her girlfriend's beautiful brown eyes. The two lovers moved closer until their lips met, their tongues pushing harder against each other as the lust built between them. Suddenly breaking off the kiss, Tara turned to her young girlfriend.

"So this is the sort of thing you fantasize about is it?" she smiled.

"Yes," Max swooned, her eyes drawn to the screen as she watched Amy being led in cuffs into another room with a bench in the centre. Removing the cuffs, the uniformed woman then ordered her to strip and lie back on the bench, arms and legs spread apart. Chaining Amy's ankles and wrists to the bench, she slowly paced around the room.

"Do you know why you've been brought here?"

"No Miss."

"Hmm, I didn't think so; not very bright are you Amy?"

"No Miss."

Picking up a strange looking device off a table in the corner, she walked over and showed it to her captive.

"Do you know what this is?"

"No Miss," replied Amy, her eyes widening.

"This is called a neon wand," the woman smiled wickedly, switching it on and running it across the back of her hand; the blue spark crackling menacingly, "depending on what setting I choose, it can feel nice or nasty."

Turning the setting up a notch, she quickly jabbed Amy's belly.

"Owww, please Miss..no!"

"Aww, that wasn't very nice," Tara giggled, smiling at Max intently watching the screen, "God, this sort of stuff really does it for you doesn't it?"

"Yes, why, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing; so I've got myself a little sub to play with, have I?" the big girl smiled, grabbing Max and squeezing her.

"I thought you would have guessed by now," Max groaned lustfully as she felt the arms gripping her tighter, "so are you going to play with me then? 

"You'll have to wait and see won't you," Tara smirked, giving the young girl a peck on the cheek and turning her attention back to the screen...

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A few hours later, the pair had showered and were now getting ready to go out. Max had just finished rolling the stockings up her legs and checking the seams at the back were straight when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" asked Tara hopefully.

"No you can't, I want to get dressed without you molesting me!" Max laughed.

"But I need my hair straighteners."

"Alright, I'll pass them out to you," the redhead sighed, picking them up off the bedside table and passing them round the door.

"Thank you; see you in a minute baby."

Hearing the big brunette going back downstairs, Max returned to getting ready; putting on the French knickers, she then slipped on the camisole top, the smooth feel of the satin against her nipples making her stomach flutter. Putting on her new dress, she admired herself in the mirror before finally pulling on her knee length boots and putting her hair clips in.

"Come on, are you ready yet?" Tara yelled up.

"Yeah, just coming!"

Making her way downstairs, Max came into the sitting room to find Tara standing there in a plum coloured knee length dress and black tights; her braided ponytail was gone and her hair was now straightened, reaching all the way down her back. Her face was subtly made up, with a deep red lipstick emphasizing her gorgeous smile; noticing she was even taller than usual, Max looked down to find a pair of black shiny 5 inch stiletto heels.

"You alright?," the big brunette asked, "you look a bit stunned."

"Erm..yeah I'm fine, you look fantastic." Max smiled.

"You needn't look so shocked!" Tara laughed, "I do scrub up quite well you know."

"How do I look?" said the young girl, hands on hips.

"Hmm cute, what have you got on underneath?"

"Mind your own business," teased Max, "you'll have to wait till later to find out won't you."

Just then, the taxi beeped outside.

"Right, come on then, let's go"...

Twenty minutes later, they arrived in the town centre.

"Right, where do you fancy going first?" asked Tara.

"I don't mind, just hurry up and pick somewhere I'm bloody freezing."

"Alright, let's go The Swan."

Walking into The Swan, they found the place was packed; after eventually getting served, they found an empty table in a quiet corner.

"Bloody hell, it's busy in here," said Max, taking a sip from her glass.

"It always is on a Saturday, have you ever been in here before?"

"Once, ages ago, my ex boyfriend brought me in here."

"Ex boyfriend eh?" Tara smiled.

"Yeah, Darren; it didn't last long, my Dad couldn't stand him."

"Oh right, I wonder what he'd think of me?"

"I'm not sure," Max giggled, "I don't know how he or my Mum would react."

"Do you think you'll tell them?"

"Eventually, after all, it's only been a week; I want to keep you all to myself for a while," the redhead smiled.

"Okay baby," said Tara finishing her pint, "want another, or do you want to move on?"

"Why don't we move on to Blaze?"

"Okay, if you think you're ready," the big girl smiled, "come on then."

Making their way down Stewart Street, Max grabbed Tara's hand as the approached the doors to the club.

"Don't worry, you'll love it; they don't bite you know, well, most of them don't," the big brunette giggled.

Stepping through the doors, Max looked nervously round the bar. It was quite busy with a dance floor down the far end; there were a couple of girls slow dancing in the corner, arms draped around each other. Despite being busy, it had a very relaxed atmosphere, putting the young girl at ease.

"You okay?" asked Tara.

"Yep."

"Come on then, let's get a drink."

As they stood at the bar, a surprised smile spread across barman's face as he noticed them.

"Bloody hell, Tara Finch, long time no see!"

"Hi Paul, how are you?"

"Not bad not bad, can't complain I suppose, what can I get you?"

"Pint of lager and a vodka and orange with ice please mate; you still with Luke?"

"Hmmm, just about, he's getting on my bloody nerves at the moment to be honest; talking of other halves, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" he smiled, looking at Max.

"Erm yeah, this is Max, Max this is Paul, an old friend of mine" said Tara, picking up her drink.

"Max?"

"It's short for Maxine, hiya," the redhead smiled nervously.

"Oh right, hiya love, so, you two...erm?"... 

"Yes we are," Tara smiled, raising her eyebrows at her friend.

"Well it's about time," said Paul, turning to Max, "her last one was a right cow, left her in bits she did; I always said she was a wrong 'un but she wouldn't listen."

"Erm yes, thank you Paul," said the big brunette sternly.

"I was only saying," the barman smiled, "four thirty please."

"Thanks, see you later mate, come on, let's go and sit down."

Leading her young lover across the dance floor, Tara found an empty table and the pair sat down.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Hmm, yeah it's alright," said Max, "nothing like I was expecting."

"Why, what was that then?"

"Erm...I dunno really," the redhead shrugged.

"Hello there Finchy, not seen you in here for a while" said a voice behind her; turning round, Tara looked up to find a stocky woman with a spiky red Mohican haircut standing over them.

"Dawn, how are ya mate?" the big girl smiled warmly, "sit down."

"Cheers, I'm alright," she chirped, sitting down and casting her eyes over Max, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat.

"Oh, Dawn this is Max, Max this is Dawn, another old friend of mine," Tara smirked.

"Oi, less of the old, cheeky git, hiya love," she smiled, giving the young girl another look that made her feel more than a little uncomfortable.

"Erm..hi," Max replied anxiously, "I think I'll go and get us some more drinks."

"Okay baby, see you in a minute," said Tara, handing her some money.

Watching the pretty little redhead go over to the bar, Dawn turned to her friend.

"Mmm, very nice," she purred, "She's a little sweetie isn't she?"

"Yep," smiled Tara, looking over at the bar, "she's gorgeous."

"Yours?"

"Yep, so keep your bloody hands off."

"As if I would!" Dawn laughed, "How long have you been together?"

"Not long."

"Hmm, she's a bit erm...erm"

"Go on say it, she's a bit young, I know," Tara sighed.

"How old is she?"

"Nineteen."

"Nineteen, and you are?"

"Older," said the big brunette, fixing her friend with a stern look.

Just then, Max returned with the drinks and sat down, edging her chair closer to her lover.

"Alright, I can take a hint," Dawn smiled, "see you later lovebirds."

"Okay, see you later mate," said Tara; taking a swig from her pint and turning to Max.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I don't like her much," Max whispered.

"Why?"

"She kept eyeing me up; it made my skin crawl," said the young girl, shuddering.

"Hmm, I can't say I'm that surprised, you're just her type."

"Her type?" 

"Yeah, cute little girly," Tara laughed, grabbing the redhead and sticking her tongue in her ear.

"Uuurrgh! get off!" Max shrieked, laughing.

Apart from her encounter with Dawn, Max enjoyed the rest of the evening; meeting a few more of Tara's friends and even persuading the big girl to dance with her. It was about one in the morning when they left, staggering out into the street.

"Well, did you enjoy that then?" asked Tara as tottered along the road arm in arm.

"Yeah, it was brilliant, can we go again next week?"

"Yeah if you want, so you weren't scared off by Dawn then?" the big girl teased, grabbing Max round the waist and growling into her neck.

"Uuurgh! dont!" the young girl squealed, "she gives me the creeps."

"Really? I thought she'd be right up your street," Tara laughed, "I'll bet she's got a nice little dungeon to torture you in."

"Bugger off! Come on, let's get a taxi," said Max, wriggling free from Tara's grasp...

Arriving back at Tara's house, the pair staggered through the front door and upstairs to the bedroom. Softly kissing Max's neck, Tara slowly unzipped her young lover's dress and slid it down her body, revealing the beautiful satin underwear she had bought earlier.

"Oh my God," the big brunette whispered lustfully, standing back and admiring the vision before her. Lying down on the bed, Max took off her boots and smiled at her girlfriend.

"Well, do you like what you see?" Max purred, posing herself on the bed.

"Oh God yes, you look amazing," said Tara, quickly stripping down to a red bra and thong and lying down beside her. Max gave out a long, wanton groan as Tara ran her fingers over the smooth satin, making the butterflies rise in her stomach. Pulling the big girl closer, she kissed her passionately; pushing her tongue deep into her mouth; moving her hand down, Tara slipped her fingers inside Max's underwear and gently massaged the swollen clit.

"Oh God yes...yes!" she gasped, breaking off the kiss and staring into Tara's eyes.

"Shhh, okay baby," the big girl whispered, slowly easing the French knickers down Max's nylon clad legs; taking them off over her feet, she then sat Max up and slipped off the camisole before laying her back on the bed.

"Put your arms above your head," said Tara softly; a mischievous smile on her face.

"Erm..okay," the young girl said warily, obeying her girlfriend.

Picking up her pair of tights off the floor, she tied Max's hands together and then tied them to the bedstead. The feeling of being totally at the mercy of her voluptuous lover made the redhead's clit throb almost unbearably, knowing that it would not take much to push her to a shattering climax.

"Comfy, not too tight?" the big girl asked, taking something from under the bed.

"No; what are you going to do?"

"Relax," Tara smiled, showing Max the new toy she had bought earlier; switching it on, she gently placed it against the redhead's soaked pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...God...Tara!" she groaned, arching her back and pulling at her restraint.

"Thaat's it baby; do you want me to push it in?"

"Yes...yes...oh God yes...please...pleeease!"

Tara smiled down at her trapped girlfriend as she slipped the entire length of the toy into her dripping snatch, making her writhe and thrash around wildly.

"Aaaaaahhhh...ohhhhh fffuucck...yyyeeaahh...yyyeeeaahh!"

"You want this?" Tara growled, thrusting the toy harder.

"Ohhhhh God Tara...yes...yeeeess...ohhhh fffuck...I'm co.."

"Come on baby, come for me!"

"AAAHHH...OHHHHHH...FUCK...TARA...TARAAAA...AAAAAAHHHH!"

Sweat pouring from her brow, Max screamed as the orgasm racked her body, jolting through her over and over, a shower of warm cum drenching the bed. With her body finally relaxing, Tara gently eased the vibrator out and placed it on the bedside table.

"Was that nice baby?"

"Oh God, that was beautiful," Max groaned exhaustedly, "are you going to untie me now?"

"Erm..not just yet," the big brunette smiled wickedly, kneeling between the young girl's legs.

"Oh my God...yes..lick it!" she wailed as she felt the tongue glide along the soaked lips and roll over her swelling clit; licking sucking harder, Tara groaned wantonly as Max's stocking legs wrapped around her, the feel of the nylon covered feet on her back sending shockwaves through her. Unable to hold on, Max arched her back and tensed her body as she succumbed to Tara's expertly probing tongue.

"Ohhhhh God not agai...aaaaahhh...fffuuck...yyyyeeeeaaaahh!"

Getting back up, Tara perched on the edge of the bed and gently kissed Max's forehead. 

"Oh my God Tara please, I can't take any more," she gasped, "please untie me."

"In a minute," the big girl smiled, removing her bra and thong. Getting back on the bed, she straddled the trapped girl, gradually moving up until her pussy was just above her face.

"Come on, your turn," she whispered, gently easing down towards Max's tongue. Reaching up to meet her, the young girl eagerly kissed licked and sucked at the soft, sweet tasting flesh, making Tara mewl and whimper with pleasure; feeling the waves beginning to rush within her, she ground down harder onto Max's face.

"Ohhh God baby yes...yes...lick it harder...HARDER!"

The taste of the older woman's juice on her tongue made Max's head swim; sensing her lover was close to the edge, she pushed her tongue deep into her, making her body tense up as a torrent of cum surged from her and drenched the young girl's face.

"OHHHHHHHHH...FFFFUUUUCCCK...BABY...YYYYEEEEEESSSS!"

With her senses still reeling Tara got up of the bed and untied her young lover; lying back down on the bed, she cuddled into her.

"Thank you baby, that was gorgeous," she whispered, kissing her neck.

"Hmm, I wish I could stay tomorrow night, in fact I wish I could stay every night," Max sighed.

"Well why don't you then?"

"What?" said Max, turning round with a surprised smile.

"Why don't you?...Move in with me"...

Thanks for reading, 

MELD.



Sparks Ch. 05



"Are you serious?" said Max, gobsmacked.

"Yes, of course I am," smiled Tara, "why, don't you want to?"

"Yes of course I do, it just seems a bit soon, that's all, what if it doesn't work out?" 

"Well that's alright, I'll just kick you out again," the big girl smirked.

"Oh thanks!"

"Look, if I didn't think it would work, I wouldn't have asked you, I'm not going to pretend it will be all plain sailing but I think we'll be fine."

Max sat up and thought for a moment; she had hoped that Tara would ask her to move in, but she didn't expect it to be as soon as this, she thought it would be a few months down the line. Smiling at her lover, the young girl took a deep breath.

"Okay yeah, let's do it," she smiled, hugging the big girl.

"Trust me baby, we'll be okay," Tara whispered, kissing the redhead softly on the neck.

"When can I move in then?"

"Next weekend if you want."

"Okay, that will give me time to smooth it over with my Mum and Dad," said Max anxiously.

"They won't mind that much, will they?"

"It's not so much that they will mind, it's just they'll start asking a lot of questions and it'll do my head in," the young girl sighed.

"Oh, I see," smiled Tara awkwardly.

"I'm sure I'll be able to handle it, I'll try and tell them tomorrow night after you've dropped me off."

"Alright, ring me afterwards and let me know how it went," Tara smiled, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Okay."

Switching off the light, Tara snuggled up behind her young lover and kissed her softly on the back of the neck.

"We'll be fine baby," she whispered.

"Mmmm."

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After spending a quiet Sunday together, Tara gave Max a lift home; pulling up just round the corner in Ruskin Drive, the big brunette turned to her anxious young lover.

"You alright baby?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine," Max smiled, "well, here goes then."

"Don't worry, I'm sure it will be fine."

"Hmm, you don't know my parents and then there's my dopey little brother; piss taking little twat."

"Oh yeah, Ryan isn't it; how old is he?"

"Sixteen, with an amazing ability to get right on my bloody nerves," Max scowled.

"Oh well, if you move in with me he won't be able to will he?" said Tara, giving Max a long, lingering kiss, making the butterflies rise in the young girl's stomach. Eventually breaking off the kiss, Max smiled longingly at the big brunette.

"I'd better get going."

"Okay baby, don't forget to ring and let me know how it went and I'll pick you up here tomorrow morning."

"Okay, bye," the redhead chirped, giving Tara a peck on the cheek before getting out of the car.

Watching Tara drive off, Max picked up her overnight bag and began to make her way home, trying to think of a way to break it to her parents that she was moving out. Stepping through the front door and dropping her bag in the hallway, she found them all in the sitting room.

"Well well, the wanderer returns," her Dad muttered from behind his newspaper.

"Hello love, did you have a nice weekend?" her Mum asked.

"Yeah, it was alright," Max smiled, sitting down on the sofa next to her brother.

"You mean you were that pissed you can't remember," Ryan smirked.

"Well at least it takes me more than two cans of Fosters to get pissed," Max sniped back, "you fuckin' lightweight."

"Piss off, tramp!"

"Fuck you, numb nuts!" Max scowled, kicking the young lad in the shin.

"Ow, you bitch!"

"For God sake, pack it in, both of you!" their Mum snapped, "you've only been in two minutes and the pair of you are at it."

"She just kicked me!" yelled Ryan, rubbing his leg.

"Aww diddums, it wasn't that hard you fuckin' mard arse," the redhead laughed.

"Don't take it out on me just because you were the winner of this week's ugly bird contest...again," Ryan teased, roughing up his sister's hair before running off upstairs.

"You fuckin little cu..."

"Max!"

"Sorry Mum."

"You're like a pair of bloody kids sometimes," Pete grumped; it's about time the pair of you grew up."

"Erm...well now he's gone upstairs I've got something to tell you both," said Max anxiously.

"What's that love?" 

"I'm erm...moving out."

"You're what?" Pete laughed, dropping down his paper, "come off it Max love, you wouldn't last five minutes on your own and anyway, where are you going to get the money from? You've only been working for a week."

"I'm not getting my own place; I'm...moving in with someone," Max said quietly with an awkward smile.

"Who with?" her Dad asked, a stern tone entering his voice.

"Just a friend from work."

"I bloody knew it, I knew there was a lad on the scene somewhere; what's his name?"

"Her name is Tara," the young girl sighed, rolling her eyes.

"You're going to move in with someone you've only known for a week; do you think that's a good idea love?" her Mum asked.

"Yes Mum, it will be fine, we get on really well," said Max, "I thought you'd be pleased, you're always telling me to stand on my own two feet."

"Yes, but you're not are you, you're moving in with this Tara; a girl you hardly know."

"Look, I know her well enough, she's not an axe murderer or anything," Max scoffed.

"Hmm, tell you what," her Mum smiled, "why don't you ask her round here for tea tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Well me and your Dad would just like to meet her, that's all."

Max thought for a moment; she wasn't sure whether Tara would be too keen on the idea, but if they got to meet her, they might let her move out without too much fuss.

"Alright then fine," the young redhead sighed, "I'll ask her."

"Okay love."

"What's happening peeps?" asked Ryan as he came back into the room.

"Your sister's moving out," Pete replied.

"Cool, I can have her room, it's much bigger than mine," he beamed.

"Hmm, I can see your upset," said Sandra, smiling.

"Oh yeah Mum I'm devastated," the young lad laughed, "When are you moving out then whinge arse?"

"Saturday."

"Great, I'm off out, see you all later."

With that, he grabbed his jacket and shut the front door behind him.

"Right, I'm going for a bath," said Max.

"Okay love," said Sandra, "do you want a brew bringing up?"

"Erm, no thanks Mum, I'll have one when I come down."

"Alright love, see you in a bit."

Getting up off the sofa, she made her way upstairs...

After soaking in the bath for an hour or so, Max slipped on her dressing gown and went into her room; flopping down on the bed, she picked up her mobile and called Tara.

"Hiya."

"Hi baby, well, how did it go?"

"Erm...okay I think."

"What do you mean, I think?" asked Tara, a slight concerned tone in her voice.

"Well, they want you to come round for tea tomorrow night."

"Err...oh, right...okay."

"You don't mind do you?" the young girl asked anxiously.

"Erm no, not really, it's just been a hell of a long time since I've done the whole meet the parents thing," Tara replied giggling.

"I think they just want to see who I'm moving in with, that's all."

"Alright baby, I'll come, just to put their minds at rest."

"Thanks, don't worry it won't be that bad, what are you up to at the minute?"

"Nothing really, just watching a bit of telly then I'm gonna get my stuff ready for work tomorrow," the big girl sighed, "what about you?"

"I've just had a bath and now I'm lying on the bed."

"Mmm nice, what are you wearing?" Tara purred.

"I'm not telling you," the redhead teased, giggling.

"Come on, tell me."

"Just my blue dressing gown."

"Nothing underneath?"

"Nope."

"Take it off," said Tara lustfully.

"What?" Max laughed, "Why?"

"Go on, take it off."

"Alright alright."

Slipping off the dressing gown, Max lay back down on the bed.

"Right, its off." the young girl chirped.

"Good, now close your eyes and imagine I'm there with you," said Tara softly. 

Closing her eyes, Max groaned wantonly as she thought of her lover lying next to her naked, her hand slipping between her legs.

"Oh God...yes," she gasped, her fingers rubbing the swelling clit.

"Thaat's it baby, imagine me holding you, wrapping my legs round you and squeezing," Tara whispered.

"Ohhhhh God...yyyeeah!" 

Feeling her clit starting to throb, she pushed her fingers into her soaked pussy, the waves rippling through her body and making her head swim as she thrust them deeper.

"Oh God Tara...Tara!"

"Now imagine us both playing with our favourite toy, you know which one."

"Ohhhh...ffffuuck...yes...yes...ohhhh God!" the young girl moaned, desperately trying to be as quiet as she could as her mind drifted to both of them riding the double ended dildo, imagining their bodies crashing together as they thrust harder.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" the big brunette purred.

"Yes...yes...ahhhhhh...oh God...Tara...yyyeeaahh!"

Closing her eyes tightly, Max tried to stifle an ecstatic groan as she felt the muscles spasm round her fingers; letting go of the mobile, she grabbed a pillow and covered her face, the climax racking her body as the cum surged from her pussy, soaking the bed. On the other end of the line Tara smiled to herself as she heard the muffled screams; still trying to recover, the redhead eventually picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Oh there you are, feeling better now?" Tara sniggered.

"Yes thank you; thanks very much, that's me sleeping in a wet patch yet again!"

"Aww, poor baby," the older woman teased, "just put a towel over it."

"I can't just do that!"

"Max...Max love, I've made you a brew, do you want me to bring it up?" Sandra yelled up.

"Shit!" the young girl gasped, "Err...no it's okay Mum, I'll come down for it!" she yelled back in a slightly panicked tone, quickly pulling her dressing gown back on.

"What's up?" asked Tara.

"Oh nothing, my Mum's mithering me that's all, I'll speak to you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay baby, bye."

Putting her slippers on, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and sat down at the table across from her Mum.

"Are you going to ask Tara when you're at work tomorrow?"

"I've already asked her, I rang her up earlier," replied Max, taking a sip from her mug.

"And?"

"She said yes, she'll come round tomorrow if that's okay."

"Yeah that's fine love, so, does she work in the same office as you?"

"Erm no, she works on the shop floor, she's a welder or fitter or something like that," Max smiled.

"A welder? really?" said Sandra, raising her eyebrows, "how on earth did you two meet?"

"Outside, when we were having a fag at break."

"How old is she?" 

"I dunno, about mid twenties," said the young girl, smiling and shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Oh right, what's her place like then?"

"Bloody hell Mum! What is this? Twenty questions?" Max snapped, "It's alright I suppose, big enough for both of us."

"Alright alright, no need to get nazzy," her Mum smiled.

"Sorry Mum," she sighed, "it's just that I've had such a nice weekend, I'm not really looking forward to work tomorrow."

"Oh right, I won't ask what the three of you got up to then."

"Hmmm."

"Did you stay at Debbie's or Rhona's?"

"Erm, we stayed at Rhona's on Friday and Debbie's last night," the young girl replied, smiling through her lie.

"Oh, okay."

"What?"

"Nothing love," her Mum smiled reassuringly, taking another sip from her mug.

A couple of hours later, Max yawned and stretched before getting up off the sofa.

"Right, I'm off bed, see you both in the morning," she groaned.

"Yeah, night love," her Mum and Dad muttered in unison, barely taking their eyes off the TV. Once Max had left the room, Pete looked across at his wife.

"What's the matter love? You've hardly said a word all night."

"Hmm, it's probably nothing, but there's something that's bothering me, that's all."

"What?"

"Well it's just when I asked Max about where she'd been this weekend."

"Well what about it? She was with them daft bloody mates of hers, Debbie and wotsit, wasn't she?" Pete grumped, picking up the TV guide.

"Yes that's what she told me; the thing is I bumped into Debbie and Rhona in town this morning and they said they hadn't seen Max all weekend except for five minutes at the retail park; they said she was with this other girl called Tara and they'd all arranged to meet up later at the Royal but they never turned up."

"So?" Pete shrugged.

"So if she didn't stay at Debbie or Rhona's, she must have stayed at Tara's place."

"So she stayed at another girl's house, what's the problem?"

"I'm not saying it is Pete, but why did she lie about it?" sighed Sandra.

"How the fu...flaming hell should I know?" he grumbled irritably, trying to concentrate on the TV, "you know what she's like, she can be a right shifty little bugger when she wants to be; her brother can be just as bad, you try asking him where he's been when he comes in later and I'll bet he tells you a right load of bollocks."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you what I mean; last Wednesday when he said he was off to football practice, Geoff next door told me he'd seen him in the Lamb and Flag playing pool, the lying little git," Pete smiled, shaking his head.

"Well haven't you said anything to him?"

"What for? Come on love, I used to sneak into pubs when I was his age, all lads do it."

"Hmm, well I'm still not happy that Max has lied to me, she never used to." said Sandra sternly.

"Huh, you reckon?" Pete laughed, "Look, you'll get to meet this Tara tomorrow; I'm sure there's nothing to worry about."

"Hmmm, we'll see."...

Checking that the seams of her hold ups were straight, Max smiled to herself as she set the timer on her phone camera and posed herself on the bed. After the camera had flashed, she went over and looked at the picture; satisfied with it, she keyed in the text and sent it to Tara.

NIGHT NIGHT

SWEET DREAMS XXX.

A few moments later, the phone beeped with a reply.

YOU NAUGHTY GIRL

WAIT TILL I SEE YOU TOMORROW!

NIGHT NIGHT BABY XXX.

Still wearing the hold ups, Max switched off her bedside lamp and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning Max quickly got herself ready and made her way downstairs.

"Hiya."

"Morning love, you look nice," her Mum smiled, pouring her a cup of tea. Grabbing a piece of toast, Max quickly crammed it into her mouth, before taking a large gulp of the tea.

"Bloody hell Max! What's the rush?"

"Nothing Mum, I just want to get going," she replied.

"Christ, you rushing to get to work, will wonders never cease," Pete chuckled to himself.

"I hear we have a guest joining us tonight," Ryan smirked.

"That's right, your sister's bringing her new workmate round," Sandra smiled, "so you behave yourself."

"What?" the young lad laughed, "I'm not gonna do anything, Aww isn't that nice, you bringing your 'fwiend' round for tea."

"Shut up, bell end!" Max scowled.

"Don't start," Pete groaned, "the last thing I need before a long drive to Milton Keynes is to listen to you pair needling each other."

"It's alright, I'm going now anyway," said Max, getting up and heading for the front door.

"Is Tara picking you up?" asked Sandra.

"Yep."

"Aww, fwiend!"

"FUCK OFF RYAN!"

Slamming the front door behind her, Max set off for Ruskin Drive; crossing the road and getting into the car, she smiled at the big brunette.

"Morning."

"Morning baby."

"Did you like the picture?" Max giggled, raising her eyebrows.

"Mmm, yes, very nice," purred Tara as they pulled away, "have you got them on now?"

"No sorry, just a pair of grey tights," the redhead teased, hitching up her skirt a little to show her.

"You little tease; you just wait till lunchtime," Tara smiled, shaking her head.

"Ooooh why? What are you gonna do to me?" her young lover giggled.

"You'll have to wait and see, won't you."

A few minutes later they arrived at work; pulling up in the car park, the two lovers looked at each other.

"Oh well, here we go again then, same shit, different week," the big girl sighed before giving Max a quick peck on the cheek, "see you later baby."

"Okay."

Getting out of the car and heading their separate ways, Max went through the reception doors and up the stairs to the office. As usual, Lyn and Emma were already there, sitting behind their desks and smiling at her in that strange menacing way.

"Good morning Maxine," said Lyn.

"Good morning."

Quickly hanging up her jacket, she sat down at her desk, switched on her PC and waited for her first pile of orders. Looking out of the window, she could see Tara getting ready to start work, putting her protective gear and her hard hat on.

"There you go Maxine," smiled Lyn, handing her a pile of orders.

"Thank you."

"Did you have a nice time in Blaze on Saturday?" the brunette smirked.

"What?" said Max, her voice faltering as her insides winced.

"I saw you coming out of there with Tara, you seemed to be erm... enjoying yourselves," the bitch smiled, raising her eyebrows.

Feeling a sudden pang of anger, Max turned to the brunette.

"Yes we were what the bloody hell's it got to do with you?" she hissed, fixing Lyn with an icy stare.

"Waoh, calm down Maxine," Lyn purred, "don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Tell who you like, I've got nothing to hide," Max replied, the anger still coursing through her.

"Okay," the bitch shrugged and walked back over to her desk.

Snatching the first order off the desk and trying to ignore the whispering and giggling, she typed in the code and sighed, hoping the time wouldn't drag too much until break...

Sitting down on the wall next to Tara, Max lit up her cigarette and took a long drag.

"Hi baby, what's the matter?" asked the big brunette, noticing her girlfriend's concerned expression.

"I think I might have put my foot in it," Max sighed.

"Why?"

"That bitch Lyn told me she saw us coming out of Blaze on Saturday."

"Oh right," shrugged Tara, "and?"

"I think she was trying to embarrass me, but I snapped and told her she could tell who she liked."

"Wow, really?" the big girl beamed.

"What and you're not bothered?"

"Of course not," Tara laughed, "everybody here knows I'm gay anyway, I was just worried about you."

"Fuck 'em," said Max confidently, "after all, we are going to live together."

"Oh right," Tara smiled, "so does that mean you'll be coming out over tea tonight round at your place then?"

"WHAT?" Max shrieked.

"Bloody hell, your face," the big brunette laughed, "I'm only joking baby."

"Hmm, I think we'll leave that for a little while," the young redhead smiled.

"Do you fancy going for a little drive at dinner?" Tara smiled suggestively.

"Where to?"

"The usual place."

"Okay," Max smiled, feeling the tingling sensation building between her legs...

After what felt like a long morning of processing orders and trying to ignore the pair of chattering bitches behind her, Max leant against the car smoking a cigarette waiting for Tara. A few moments later, she came strolling out of the workshop, adjusting her ponytail as she noticed the young girl waiting for her.

"Hiya, I didn't expect to find you here."

"I couldn't be arsed walking down the avenue," Max smiled, stubbing out her cigarette.

"Oh, okay then, let's go."...

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the lay-by; with a mischievous grin, Max turned to her lover and gently squeezed her thigh.

"Come on then," she purred, "you've got me down here, what are going to do to me?"

Tara didn't reply, she just grabbed the young girl and kissed her, pushing her tongue hard into her mouth and making groan wantonly. After a few moments, Tara broke off the kiss.

"Come on," she chirped, getting out of the car.

"Where are we going?" asked Max as she got out.




Sparks Ch. 05



"This way," the big brunette giggled, leading her young lover into Bluebell Woods. Finding a secluded spot, Tara sat down on a stump and smiled at the redhead.

"Hitch up your skirt."

"What?" Max laughed.

"You heard me."

"Someone might see," said the young girl, looking round nervously.

"Yes, they might," Tara smiled wickedly, "so the quicker you do as you're told, the quicker we can go."

Feeling a sudden rush of excitement, Max did as she was ordered, hitching up her skirt and revealing the grey tights and white satin panties underneath.

"Right young lady, over my lap, now!" said Tara sternly.

Positioning herself over Tara's chunky thighs, Max gasped as she felt the big girl's palm smoothing over her pert little ass cheeks, her pussy already getting wet as she waited.

"Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?" Tara purred, gently squeezing the soft flesh.

"Yes," Max replied, the throbbing in her clit becoming almost unbearable.

"Good."

With that, Tara brought her hand crashing down on the young girl's rear.

"Owww...oh God!"

Max groaned and whimpered as Tara gradually spanked her harder and faster, her pussy soaking the crotch of her panties through to her tights.

"Aaaaaaahhh...oh my God Tara please...pleeease!"

"Oh yeah...you like that baby?"

"OH GOD YES...YES...HARDER...HARDER!" she wailed, wriggling over Tara's lap as the pain burned deep into her ass cheeks, making her head swim. The young redhead let out a despairing wail as she felt her tights and panties being roughly yanked down, exposing her burning cheeks to the cool air.

"Ohhhhhh...fuck...Tara!"

"So you want it harder do you?" Tara giggled, raining down a succession of hard slaps on the bare flesh.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH...OHHHHHHH GOD...YEEEESSS!"

Slipping her left hand underneath the young girl and up between her legs, Tara gently rubbed the rock hard clit as she continued to spank her submissive young lover with her right; feeling the muscles starting to spasm, Max screamed as the mixture of sensations sent her over the edge, her body writhing as her pussy squirted all over Tara's lap, soaking her jeans.

"AAAAHHHH...AAAAAAHHHH...OHHHHH...FFFUUCK TARA!"

For a few moments, Max just lay there, draped over Tara's lap trying to recover; eventually she stood up, pulled up her panties and tights and then sat back down on Tara's knee, hugging her and nuzzling her neck.

"Thank you," she whispered, "that was amazing."

"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?" Tara purred, gently stroking Max's hair.

"I can't promise anything," Max grinned mischievously, looking into her lover's beautiful brown eyes.

"Hmm, I'll bet you can't," said Tara, kissing her softly on the lips, "come on, we'd better get back."

"I suppose so," Max sighed, "I just hope the rest of the day doesn't drag."

As they got back in the car, Tara noticed Max looking at her strangely.

"What's the matter baby?" she asked, smiling at the young girl.

"Well, it's just...I know I enjoyed what just happened back there, but what did you get out of it?"

"Ohh don't worry, I got plenty out of it," Tara smirked, starting the car.

"Will it be like this when I move in?" Max smiled, gently stroking Tara's hand.

"It'll be whatever we want it to be baby," said the big brunette, giving Max a peck on the cheek.

"I can't wait."

"No, neither can I," said Tara lustfully as they pulled out of the lay-by.

 Thanks for reading.

MELD



Sparks Ch. 06



Grabbing her leather jacket and making her way downstairs to the car park, Max took out a cigarette and lit it. Since their fun and games at lunch, the rest of the day had really dragged and now all she wanted to do was get home; even though she wasn't really looking forward to introducing her family to Tara. Leaning against the car as she waited for her lover, she sighed and took a long drag. A few moments later Tara came strolling across towards her, fixing her ponytail and smiling at the redhead.

"Hi baby, you been waiting long?"

"Nah," Max smiled, kissing the big brunette on the cheek, "well, are you ready for this then?" she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh come on Max, they can't be that bad," laughed Tara, starting the car.

"Hmm, there not that bad I suppose; it's just my Mum, I just know she'll bombard you with questions." the young girl moaned, stubbing out her cigarette and getting in the passenger seat.

"Don't worry I'm sure I'll be able to handle it."

Ten minutes later they pulled up outside Max's house; undoing her seatbelt and smoothing down her jeans and t-shirt, Tara turned to her young lover.

"Do I look alright?" 

"Yeah you look fine, come on, let's get it over with," Max sighed, getting out of the car and taking the front door key out of her pocket. Stepping inside, the pair found Sandra busily setting the table.

"Hiya love," she chirped, smiling at them both.

"Hi Mum; Mum, this is Tara, Tara this is my Mum, Sandra," said Max, smiling awkwardly.

"Hello Tara, nice to meet you," said Sandra, trying her best not to look too surprised.

"Hiya," Tara smiled back nervously, noticing the look in Sandra's eyes.

Sitting down next to each other at the table, the two lovers smiled at each other anxiously as Sandra fussed around the kitchen getting the food ready. 

"Are you okay?" Max whispered.

"Yeah I'm fine."

Just then, Pete came through the front door; dropping his briefcase in the hallway, he came into the kitchen and sat down.

"Bloody hell, what a day," he grumped, opening his newspaper on the table.

"Pete!" said his wife sharply, raising her eyebrows at him," this is Tara, Max's friend."

"Oh hiya, nice to meet you love," he smiled, before returning to his paper.

"Hello."

"For God's sake Pete, put that bloody paper away you ignorant sod! We have a guest." Sandra snapped, giving her husband an icy stare.

"Alright alright," he sighed, smiling at the big girl and rolling his eyes.

"Sorry about that Tara," said Sandra, giving Pete another dirty look.

"It's alright," Tara smiled awkwardly as her young lover looked down at the table shaking her head.

"Oh God, here we go," the young girl muttered under her breath as she heard Ryan come through the front door.

"What's happening peeps?" he chirped, taking his seat at the table and looking over at the guest, "well come on then sis, aren't you going to introduce us?" 

"This is Tara; Tara this Ryan, my darling younger brother," Max smiled sarcastically.

"Hello."

"Hiya, what's for tea then Mum?"

"Lasagne, same as every Monday; I hope that's okay with you Tara," smiled Sandra.

"Yes that's fine thank you." Tara nodded.

"I've gotta say you're brave letting my sister move in with you," Ryan smirked.

"Why's that?"

"She's really untidy, she leaves stuff everywhere."

"Shut up Ryan, no I don't!" Max scowled, looking daggers straight at him.

"Yes you do, and she's dead lazy, don't expect her to do any housework," the young lad teased.

"Yes I do do housework."

"Bollocks!" Ryan laughed, "When?"

"Ryan!" his Mum snapped, "pack it in."

"What? I'm just saying."

"Yes well never mind that, just be quiet, eat your tea and stop trying to embarrass your sister," said Sandra, placing their plates in front of them.

"Where's the fun in that?" he sniggered, "and she farts."

"Ryan!"

Tara looked down at the table and desperately tried to hold in a laugh.

"I hardly think farts are a suitable subject for the dinner table," said Sandra sharply, "I do apologise Tara."

"It's okay," Tara smiled, biting her lip.

For a few minutes they all ate in silence, before Sandra turned to Tara.

"So, Max tells me you're a welder."

"That's right; well, welder and fitter," Tara smiled.

"That sounds interesting."

"Oh yeah riveting... riveting, get it?" Ryan laughed.

"Shut up, knobhead!" scowled Max.

"Don't start you two; how long have you worked there Tara?" asked Sandra.

"Erm, about nine years, I started there pretty much as soon as I moved down here."

"Oh right, where are you from originally?"

"Yorkshire."

"Oh lovely; whereabouts?" 

"A little place called Wath-upon-Dearne," Tara smiled.

"Oh, I've never heard of that," said Sandra.

"It's not far from Rotherham," replied the big girl.

"Oh right."

There was brief period of silence before Sandra resumed her interrogation.

"So erm, what do you get up to when you're not working Tara?"

"Bloody hell love, let the poor girl eat," Pete muttered, "Sorry Tara, she's always like this, dead nosey."

"No I'm not!" his wife retorted, "I'm just interested that's all, you don't mind, do you Tara?"

"Erm, no not all," she smiled, "well, I don't really do much these days, but I used to play rugby and do a bit of judo when I was younger."

"Really?" Sandra smiled, raising her eyebrows, "gosh."

"Do you fancy going to The Imperial for a couple later?" asked Max, giving Tara a knowing look.

"Yeah okay," the big girl smiled, "you can stay at mine if you want."

"Okay, that's alright isn't it Mum?"

"Yeah sure, you're moving in there at the end of the week anyway aren't you," her Mum shrugged.

"May I use your bathroom?" the big brunette asked.

"Yes love, it's top of the stairs, second door on the right," said Sandra.

"Okay."

Tara left the room and Max turned to her Mum.

"Well?"

"What?"

"Does she meet with your approval?" her daughter asked moodily as she picked up her mug of tea.

"Yes; she seems like a very nice... woman," said Sandra quietly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing love, she just looks a little older than I was expecting that's all."

"Hmm, yeah well," her daughter mumbled, returning to her meal.

"Oh my God, judo; have you seen the size of her?" Ryan laughed, "Imagine her wrapping her legs round you."

Max suddenly started coughing, patting her chest and shaking her head.

"Are you alright love?" asked Sandra.

"Yep, I'm fine," the young redhead gasped, taking a swig of her tea, "a bit went down the wrong way, that's all."

"Oh, anyone for dessert?" 

"Yeah go on Mum, I'll have some," chirped Ryan... 

A hour or so later after finishing her meal and enduring another interrogation off Sandra as she waited for Max to get ready, Tara closed the front door behind them and turned to her young lover with a relieved look on her face.

"Oh my God," she smiled, "I'm not being funny baby, your family's really nice but I'm glad that's over."

"Sorry about that, I did warn you though," Max sighed.

"I think your Mum's a bit suspicious of me."

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, when you were getting ready, she kept asking me questions," said Tara, smiling and shaking her head.

"Like what?"

"Like erm, do I have a boyfriend?"

"Oh my God, I don't believe her!" Max groaned, "what did you say?"

"I said not at the moment."

"That nosey old bat; I could swing for her sometimes," the young girl snapped.

"Don't worry about it baby it's fine; at least she didn't ask me if I had a girlfriend," Tara giggled, giving Max a peck on the cheek.

"Come on, let's get out of here, I need a drink after that nightmare," said Max, getting into the car... 

Dropping his plate into the sink, Ryan grabbed his jacket and headed for the front door.

"Cheers Mum that was gorgeous, I'm off out," he chirped.

"Okay love, see you later."

As the front door closed, Sandra turned to her husband, who was now slumped in his armchair watching the TV.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Pete mumbled.

"What did you think of Tara?" she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Huh, she seemed alright," he shrugged disinterestedly, trying to concentrate on the TV.

"Hmm, she was a bit older than I was expecting, she must be at least 30," said Sandra, sitting down on the sofa.

"What's the problem? I thought you'd be happy she's moving in with someone who's more mature."

"I am... sort of; I just get the feeling there's a little more to all this than meets the eye, that's all."

"What do you mean?" Pete groaned.

"Oh for God's sake Pete, you really are thick as a bull's dick sometimes; what do you think I mean?" said Sandra, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

For a moment Pete looked at her blankly, before the realisation hit him and his eyes widened.

"Oh my God come off it love! You don't mean?"... 

"Yes dear, I do."

"Erm... yeah well, let's not jump to conclusions, eh love," said Pete, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Look, I'm telling you there's something going on between them two, I can tell."

"How?"

"Women's intuition love," Sandra smiled.

"Well even if you are right, it's not really any of our business is it love? After all she is an adult."

"Oh I like that!" Sandra scoffed, "if it been a 30 year old bloke you'd have ripped his bloody head off!"

"That's different," said her husband sternly.

"Why?"

"Because it just is alright; and anyway you can't be certain anything's going on between them."

"Trust me love, I'm sure of it; I could tell by the way they kept looking at each other," said Sandra, picking up her cigarettes.

"Yeah well love, I think you should just leave well alone; Max won't thank you for sticking your nose in where it's not wanted," Pete warned.

"Hmm, I just don't want our little girl getting hurt, that's all," said Sandra, lighting up her cigarette.

"Look, I think you're worrying about nothing, now if you don't mind, can I watch this please?"... 

Putting her glass down and belching, Tara smiled at her young lover.

"Same again baby?"

"Bloody hell, you thirsty or what?" Max smirked, "that's your third."

"Well you'd better try and catch up then, hadn't you?" said Tara, "come on, get it down you."

"Oh for God's sake," the young girl smiled, rolling her eyes; knocking back her drink, she handed the empty glass to Tara.

"Go on then, but this will have to be the last," she warned, "I'm not going work with a bloody hangover."

"I don't know; you youngsters, you've got no stamina," Tara teased, winking.

"Oh is that right? You wait 'til we get back to your place, then we'll see who's got stamina," purred Max, gently nuzzling Tara's neck.

"Not in here baby; you'll upset the regulars," the big brunette whispered, nodding at an old man in the corner who had been studying them with some interest.

"Evening," smiled Max, looking straight at him.

With his face reddening, the man nodded back in acknowledgment before getting up moving into the lounge. Turning to each other, the two lovers burst out laughing.

"You cruel sod," Tara giggled, "The poor bloke didn't know where to look."

"He did a minute ago, the pervy git!" scoffed Max, "his tongue was nearly on the floor!"

"Well what did you expect? You were practically sat on my knee," the big brunette smiled, heading towards the bar.

A couple of hours and a few more drinks later, the pair arrived back at Tara's house.

"I thought you said you didn't want to go to work with a hangover?" Tara smiled, hugging the redhead.

"I'll be alright," Max slurred, giggling, "I've only had a couple."

"Try seven."

"Yeah well, you've had about five, it's a good job we left the car here and walked up there."

"Come on, let's get inside, it's bloody freezing out here," said Tara, turning the key.

"You're not kidding," Max smirked, looking at Tara's stiff nipples showing through her t-shirt.

"Get in there, you saucy little git!" the big girl laughed giving the little redhead a playful tap across her pert little ass as she stepped inside. 

"Do you fancy another drink?"

"Nah," Max smiled mischievously, "take me to bed."

"Okay baby."

Leading Max up the stairs to the landing, Tara picked up the young girl and gently laid her on the bed. Slowly unbuttoning the pink blouse, she softly kissed down Max's belly and slid her hand inside the black lacy bra, making the redhead groan as she felt the fingers gently squeeze her nipple.

"Oh God... yes... suck it," Max whispered, pulling the bra to one side as Tara rolled her tongue over the stiff nipple; pursing her lips around it, she sucked it hard, making the young redhead give out a lustful groan.

"Oh God Tara... yes... yes!" she gasped as she felt the fingers undoing her jeans and rubbing outside the black panties.

"Ohhh... ffuck!"

"Take your jeans off," Tara purred, feeling her lover's underwear getting wet.

Quickly wriggling out of her jeans and shrugging off her blouse, Max lay back down on the bed, her clit throbbing with anticipation as she felt the soft kisses moving down her belly.

"Oh God... please... pleeease!" she begged, trying to push Tara's head down; hooking her fingers around the soaked panties, Tara yanked them down and ran her tongue over the soft, moist flesh.

"Aaaaaaahhhh... fuck... yes... yes!"

"You like that baby?"

"Yes... yes... don't stop... don't stop... pleeease!" Max groaned, her body writhing as her lover licked and sucked at the soaked lips and throbbing clit.

"Shhhh, okay baby," said Tara softly before resuming her onslaught; within seconds, the young girl was screaming ecstatically as the climax swept through her, her fingers digging into the pillows as the waves racked her body.

"AAAAAAAHHH... AAAAAHHHH... OHHH FFFUUCK... YYYEEEAAHH!"

Gradually she began to settle, a relaxed smile spreading across her face.

"Oh God Tara, that was beautiful," she whispered.

"Glad you enjoyed it," the big brunette smiled, slipping out of her clothes and lying down next to her, "come on then, your turn."

"I'm tired," Max groaned, cuddling up to her lover and nuzzling her neck.

"Hah, so much for stamina," Tara giggled, "okay baby, let's get some sleep." 

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After what had seemed like a really long week, Saturday had finally come around. Max had spent Friday night at home packing up the last of her things ready for when Tara came round that morning; now sitting at the kitchen table across from her Mum, she kept looking anxiously at her watch.

"Can I pinch a fag off you Mum?"

"Huh, you ran out again? Here," Sandra tutted, tossing the pack towards her.

"Cheers, where's Dad and Ryan?"

"They've gone into town to get some stuff to redecorate your room."

"Bloody hell! They're not wasting any time are they?" Max grumped.

"Well be fair love, your brother's hardly going to want to keep it pink, is he?" her Mum smiled.

"Hmm, I suppose not," the young girl shrugged, taking a drag on her cigarette.

"Look love, are you sure you're doing the right thing?"

"Yes Mum, we'll be fine; why are you so worried?" sighed Max.

"Well... it's just... "

"What?"

"Well, when I was around your age, I went through a phase of having mixed feelings."

"What the hell do you mean, mixed feelings?" her daughter asked, bemused.

"Well, like you, I became friends with a girl who was a bit older than me and we ended up... close."

"Look Mum, you really don't need to tell me this," Max muttered, taking a sip from her mug.

"Her name was Elaine, she had long blonde hair," her Mum smiled wistfully.

"But you're going to tell me anyway," Max sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Well, one night, we got really drunk and we ended up lying on her bed together and... "

"Doorbell, doorbell!" yelled Max, quickly getting up and heading for the front door; opening it, she found Tara standing there smiling at her.

"Hiya, all set?" the big girl chirped.

"Oh thank God!" said Max, relieved, "come in."

"What's the matter?"

"I'll tell you in a minute," the young girl whispered, shaking her head.

"Hello Tara, would you like a brew?" Sandra smiled, standing in the hallway with her arms folded.

"Hello, erm... yeah please," replied Tara, smiling back nervously.

"I'll have another please Mum," said Max, ushering Tara upstairs, "come on, give me a hand with this stuff."

"Okay."

Once they were inside Max's room, the young girl closed the door and gave her lover a relieved smile.

"Thank God you turned up when you did."

"Why?" asked Tara, a bemused look on her face.

"I think you're right, Mum's definitely twigged there's something going on between us."

"How do you know?"

"How do I know?" replied Max, exasperated, "because she was about tell me about her and her mate having a drunken fumble when she was younger when you rang the doorbell and saved me."

"Oh right," the big brunette laughed.

"It's not funny Tara; I really don't want to hear about it." Max cringed.

"Oh come on baby, she's only trying to let you know she's there for you if you need her."

"Yeah well, if I want to talk to her about it, I'll do it when I'm good and ready."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Tea up, I'll just leave them by the door."

"Thanks Mum."

Waiting until she heard her Mum go back downstairs, Max crept round the door and picked up the two mugs.

"Come on, let's drink these and then we'll start loading up the car," she smiled, handing Tara her mug.

"Okay baby, is this all you're bringing?" asked Tara, pointing to the small pile of boxes and bin bags.

"Yep, just those and the stereo, we should be able to do it in one trip."

"Hmm maybe, where's your brother?"

"Thankfully he's out with my Dad getting some decorating stuff, the annoying little shit," replied Max, putting down her mug.

"Oh right," giggled Tara, "come on then, let's get started." 

Picking up the first three boxes, Tara carefully made her way downstairs and out to the car. Grabbing a couple of bin bags, Max followed her; returning to the room, they found Sandra holding one of the boxes.

"Mum, what are you doing?" asked Max anxiously.

"I just thought I'd give you a hand love," her Mum smiled.

"Erm... it's okay Mum, me and Tara can manage thanks," she replied nervously, "I'll take that."

Taking the box off her Mum, she looked at Tara and shook her head; following her down the stairs the big girl tapped her on the shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

"This one's got my toys in." she whispered.

"Ohh right," Tara smirked, "big enough box, isn't it?" winking at her young lover.

"Oh very funny, come on smart arse, let's get loaded up so we can go," Max grumped, putting the box in the car.

"I'm not sure we'll do it all in one trip you know," said Tara.

"Okay," Max shrugged, "reckon we'll get it done in two?"

"Yeah we should do, go and get a couple more of those bags and we'll squeeze them in the back."

"Okay."

Heading back upstairs, Max found her Mum still in her bedroom.

"You not taking your bed linen love?" she asked, giving her daughter a knowing smile and looking over at the single bed.

"Erm... no Mum, I won't be needing it."

"Ohhh I see, won't it fit your new bed then?"

"Hmm... yeah well I'd better get these downstairs and get going, see you later Mum," Max smiled nervously, grabbing two bin bags and quickly heading downstairs.

"Come on, let's get out of here," she said irritably, putting the two bags in the back of the car and getting in the passenger seat.

"What's up?"

"Can we just go... please?"

"Alright alright."

Ten minutes later, they arrived at Tara's house; parking the car, the big brunette turned to her young lover.

"Right, shall we get this lot unloaded or shall we go to the pub first?"




Sparks Ch. 06



"We'd better get the stuff unloaded first," Max smiled, "besides, we've got to go back for the rest yet."

"Oh alright then, come on baby, let's get started," she sighed, giving Max a peck on the cheek; within a short while they had moved it all into the house. Bringing two of the boxes into the bedroom, the pair kicked off their shoes and lay back on the bed. 

"You're not in any rush to go back are you?" asked Tara hopefully.

"No I'm bloody not," Max smiled, cuddling up to the big girl.

"Oh good; why don't we both go for a shower?"

"Mmmmm, that sounds nice," Max purred, kissing Tara softly on the lips before starting to undress. Quickly slipping out of her clothes, Tara went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the jets of warm water making her skin tingle.

"Come on baby, where are you?"

"Alright alright, I'm coming," Max yelled back, "I'm just getting something."

"What?"

"You'll see."

"Okay," Tara shrugged, grabbing the shower gel and smearing it over voluptuous curves; closing her eyes, she moved her hand slowly down to her shaved pussy, her fingers gently stroking her rapidly stiffening clit. Suddenly feeling Max's soft kisses on the back of her neck, she groaned ecstatically, her breathing getting heavier as she felt the hands gently massaging her heaving breasts.

"Is that nice?"

"Yes... oh God baby yes... that's so good!" Tara gasped, her clit starting to throb.

"How about this?" she giggled, grabbing the gold bullet vibrator and holding it on Tara's clit.

"Aaaaaahhhh... oh my God baby... yes yes... aaaaahhhh... oh God!"

Holding the bullet firmly in place with one hand, Max slipped three fingers into Tara's soaked pussy with the other, making the big brunette cry out in ecstasy.

"AAAAAAAHHH... MAX... OHHHHH... FFFFUUCK!"

"Thaat's it, come on," Max purred, thrusting her fingers deeper.

"AAAAAHHH... YYYEEEAAHH... OH BABY... YES... YEESSS!"

Kissing and sucking hard on Tara's neck, she gently rolled the bullet over her clit, sending her over the edge.

"OHHHHH GOD MAX... YYEEEAAHH... OHHHHH... FFFFUUCK!"

With her legs buckling as the climax tore through her, Tara sank to her knees.

"Oh God baby that was amazing," she groaned, looking up at the young redhead.

"Come on," Max smiled, turning off the shower, "let's go back to the bedroom."

"Okay."

Drying themselves off, Max then lead Tara back into the bedroom; falling onto the bed, the pair kissed passionately, their legs entwined as their hands explored each other's bodies. Pushing Max onto her back, the big brunette held her down by her wrists and softly kissed down her belly.

"Oh God Tara... please... yes... pleease!" she begged, writhing submissively under her voluptuous lover; feeling the tongue glide over her soaked pussy, Max screamed and dug her fingers into the pillows.

"AAAAAAAHHHH... FFFFUUUCK... YYYEEAAAHH... DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP... PLEEEEAASE!"

"Shhhh baby."

"OHHHH MY GOD... TARA... TARA... FFFUUCK... YEEAHHH!"

Feeling the muscles starting to spasm, Tara pushed her tongue deep inside, making the young girl's body tense up as the orgasm washed over her, ecstatic gasps and screams escaping from her lips.

"OHHHH GOD TARA... OH FFUCK... I'M COMI... AAAAAHHH!"

With the sweat now pouring from them, the pair lay motionless for a few moments, the only sound being the occasional moan from Max as her breathing settled. Kissing the young girl gently on the forehead, Tara eventually got up off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Max groaned disappointedly, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Shhh, I won't be a minute, keep your eyes closed."

"Mmmmm, okay."

Quietly reaching into the bedside drawer, Tara pulled out her 6 inch vibrating strap-on dildo and slipped it on; switching it on to its lowest setting, she gently lay back down on the bed and softly nuzzled Max's neck.

"You okay baby?" she asked softly.

"Mmmm, yes." 

Slipping between Max's legs, she rested the tip of the strap-on on the young girl's clit, making her give out a surprised squeal, her bright blue eyes springing wide open.

"Tara... oh my God!"

"You like that?"

"Yes... yes... oh ffuck!" Max groaned, wrapping her legs around Tara's waist in an effort to draw her in.

"Okay... okay... slowly." the big brunette whispered, gently easing the rest of the dildo into the young girl's soaked pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh... God Tara... yes... fuck me!"

"Shhhh, relax," she purred, thrusting gently.

"OHHHH... DON'T YOU DARE STOP... FUCK ME... FUCK ME!"

Beginning to thrust harder, Tara could feel her own climax starting to well up within her, the vibrations making her clit tingle like crazy. Pushing the strap-on deep into her lover, she grabbed her and tried to hold her. Letting out a despairing wail, Max bucked and wriggled underneath her as they both reached the point of no return, the young redhead succumbing first, almost sobbing with ecstasy.

"AAAAAHH... OH GOD NO... NO... YYYEEEAAHHH!"

Seconds later, Tara's resistance crumbled, yielding to the amazing feeling coursing through her body.

"AAAAAHHH... BABY... BABY... OHHHHH... FFFUUCCK!"

After lying in the large wet patch for what seemed like quite a while, it was Tara who finally broke the silence.

"Right, shall we go and get the rest of your stuff?" she asked jokingly.

"No," Max groaned, snuggling into the big girl.

"Get dressed and go the pub?"

"No."

"Well what would you like to do then?" Tara asked a playful smile on her lips.

"Make love to me again... please," replied Max, her voice barely a whisper.

"Okay baby"... 

*****

Thanks for reading,

MELD.