Chapter 23

Amber awoke feeling such a sense of excitement, which didn’t diminish all day. It took all her will power not to touch herself but she managed it, vowing to save herself for what she just knew was going to be a wonderful and memorable evening with Emma.

At about half past seven, when she went to her bedroom to shower and get herself ready, she just couldn’t decide quite what to wear. In the end she settled upon a diaphanous blue sarong. She put it on, looked at herself in the mirror and took it back off, daringly deciding to remove her underwear and then put it back on without anything under it at all.

She was waiting in “La Retraite”, with music playing softly on her stereo, when Emma arrived. She took one look at Amber’s outfit and her mouth formed a silent O. Moving swiftly across the lounge she took Amber’s face into her hands and then kissed her full on the mouth. Amber felt a hot thrill between her legs and she returned the kiss with great enthusiasm. When they finally broke apart Emma looked at her quite seriously.

‘Now I know what happened the last time you were in a situation a bit like this,’ she began.

‘Oh Emma, it wasn’t like this at all,’ contradicted Amber, ‘For one thing I absolutely adore you and also I’ve been thinking about something like this happening between us for the longest time. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I want this to happen. I just hope that you’re sure that you want it too.’

In answer, Emma reached around and undid the corners of Amber’s sarong which were fastened loosely at the back of her neck. The garment promptly slithered to the floor, revealing that the girl was completely naked beneath it. The sight caused Emma to draw in her breath sharply.

Amber giggled and slid her hands around to the buttons that were holding Emma’s lacy halter top together at the back and was similarly thrilled when she removed it to reveal Emma’s deliciously heavy breasts. She moved her hands then to the back of the short denim shirt that Emma had on, undid the single button at the waist and slid down the zip. The denim, quite heavy, obeyed the laws of gravity and dropped onto the floor in a circle around Emma’s feet and revealed that, like Amber, she was wearing no panties.

‘It looks like we’re both ready for this, aren’t we?’ laughed Emma and they stood looking at each other’s nakedness with undisguised lust.

‘Oh, touch me, please touch me,’ groaned Amber. Reaching down she took hold of Emma’s hand and guided it to her waiting sex. Emma couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly she brought her middle finger up and slid it gently over her folds. Amber threw her head back.

‘Oh, God, yessss,’ she hissed, ‘That feels so good.’

Emma did it again, this time her fingertip slipping inside and gathering Amber’s wetness she parted her with two fingers and finding her clitoris, rubbed it in small circles. Amber cried out and was lost. She kissed Emma passionately. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against her, skin to skin. Suddenly time and space had no meaning. There was only her.

‘Amber, darling girl,’ murmured Emma softly, ‘I want to do something with you that I’ve never done before. I read about it in a book a little while ago and to be honest I have been thinking about it ever since you first said that you wanted to go to bed with me.’

Amber looked deep into her eyes then and realised that Emma was serious about them having a deep and unique experience together.

‘Tell me,’ she said simply.

‘Well, I want to make love with you as closely as we can manage in the way that a boy and girl do, just with what we have between our legs,’ began Emma.

‘That sounds awesome,’ agreed Amber, ‘But between us we’re kind of short of a certain piece of essential anatomy, aren’t we?’ she smiled up at Emma and giggled.

‘As I said, I read something a while ago that really fascinated me,’ continued Emma, ‘I have no idea if it will work and what it will feel like though. I just have this feeling that because our anatomy is so very similar that it might be fantastic.’

‘Oh my God,’ breathed Amber, ‘I can hardly wait. Let’s do it, whatever it is.’

‘I think we should do it on the rug,’ said Emma, reluctantly taking her hand from Amber’s sex, ‘One thing first though, because you’re already super wet and sticky,’ she paused and put her hand between her own legs experimentally, ‘And so am I for that matter, I think that I had better fetch a towel from the bathroom,’ She padded off and fetched one which she laid out carefully on the rug.

Amber watched her, the excitement building within her as she did so.

‘Now if you go grab a pillow off the sofa, lie down flat on the rug and make yourself comfortable, we’ll see if we can work out exactly how to do what I read about and see how we feel about it,’ said Emma.

Amber took a pillow as Emma suggested and after lying down, looked up expectantly.

Emma held up her hands, both with the first two fingers extended and apart. She then brought them together so that the fingers coincided with each other and meshed together.

‘What we’re going to try is called “scissoring” apparently,’ she explained, ‘You should keep your left leg down flat on the rug and bend your right one at the knee. Then I can get down and kind of slot into the space so that our yonis touch each other.’

‘Yonis?’ Amber queried.

‘Mmm,’ said Emma, ‘That was the word they used in the book. It means pussies. I’m just trying it out for size to see if I like the way it sounds.’