Chapter 6: Me and the lovely Maureen

Me and Maureen had a few days away last week, we went into a mobile home at a place called Skegness,

people over here often deride the place but it did us both the world of good and although I'm sure you won't believe me, we made love for the first time since Dave was killed!

Mo really is a gorgeous little bitch, with a laugh that would make a nun blush and the most beautiful little pussy that has me drooling for it. Like me, she's completely hairless down there and when we went out on the first night in our little white shorts, I swear everyone else was drooling too! We both wore identical white thongs beneath them and our camel toes attracted more than one or two sly glances.

We drank more than we should have and danced to a really good rock group, we were chatted up several times but neither of us were interested, (Dave was a very hard act to follow)

"You know I love you, don't you Jackie?" she said as we walked back to the caravan along the beach,

I nodded and told her that I loved her too,

"You know I do Mo"

"I was thinking about maybe moving back to Derby permanently"

We were both quiet for a while and then she said softly,

"I was wondering if perhaps I could stay with you"

My squeal of pleasure must have been heard for miles!

"Oh Mo, why the bloody hell are you asking me?"

"Well I wasn't sure whether or not you'd want me under your feet all the time"

It was then that I realized what a good friend she'd been to me, she'd been my rock over the last few weeks, a solid support who I'd leant on more than I had realized at the time, she'd been with me at Dave's funeral, she'd supported me during the confrontation with Dave's girls who stupidly seemed somehow to blame me for his death!, she'd cried with me and held me when I burst into tears every time I thought of him, we'd held hands at the solicitor's when he went through his estate, it had been Mo who'd sorted his clothes out and given them to charity and she was the one who'd found two hundred pounds in one of his pockets, the thought that I didn't even know it was there never entered her pretty head, she just handed it to me silently!

It had been Mo who arranged for the disposal of the wreckage that had been Dave's car, his pride and joy, a last year's model Vauxhall Astra Club, a fast car, very fast when Dave was behind the wheel, but he'd driven over three million miles in his lifetime and neither me nor Mo ever felt anything less than very safe when we were with him in the car.

I've not seen the wreckage and I don't want to, I thought I was going to die when I was asked to identify his body, but Mo had been there too for me and I just about managed to get through the ordeal.

I turned to her and kissed her, we didn't care that there were still a few other people on the beach,

"Mo you can get under my feet, under my body, even under the bloody bed if you like" I laughed, "I want you to stay"

She went all quiet then and it wasn't until we got back to the van that I saw she'd been crying.

"Hey, what are you crying for?" but she said she didn't really know, so just held her tightly until she'd got over whatever it was that was causing it.

We made love then and it was beautiful, we took it in turns to kiss each other all over, everywhere and I mean everywhere, she gave me a toe job and her mouth sucking my toes gave me a delicious little climax, but the big one came when we eased into a sixty nine side by side, we came almost immediately which made us realize how very tired we both were, so we went to bed and I snuggled in to her arms, it felt right to be in bed with her, a breast against my face and a leg thrown over me and for the first time in weeks, I slept soundly!

One of the things we enjoyed about the break was eating a big breakfast in a little café near to the site, then going back and making love, I wondered if I was becoming a lesbian instead of bi-sexual.

The weather was stunningly hot so we spent most afternoons on a quiet little beach not far up the coast from our van, there were only a few couples on it and since the women were topless, we decided to risk it and go for the all over tan!

Every night we spent in a different pub or club, except for one when we went to bingo, (sad bitches) but we won two hundred pounds so we didn't feel quite so sad about it, we talked about the future, our plans and our hopes, I decided that I'd get a job when we returned, but Mo suggested making sexy underwear and selling it on markets (see a couple of Dave's stories and guess where he got the idea from)