Chapter 8: Friday Night

“We might have a friend join us at The Wickham tomorrow,” I told Tasha casually.

“A boy?” Tasha asked. Generally, if I mentioned I was going out with someone, that someone was a boy.

“No, some tall skinny bitch who works in Millers at Carindale. She hit on me when I was buying clothes for Mum. I told her I’d be at The Wickham with my girlfriend, but she could meet us there if she wanted to.”

“She’s hot?” Tasha needlessly asked.

“As if I would have invited her if she wasn’t,” I huffed. “She’s taller even than you,” I teased. “She looks like a high-jumper.”

“What’s her name?” Tasha asked.

“Marla,” I informed her.

“Marla Bawden or Turlington?” Tasha queried. “Same woman, but sometimes she uses her mother’s surname, and other times her father’s.”

“No idea,” I said. “I just read her name tag.”

“I can’t imagine there’d be too many Marlas running around who are also tall and skinny,” Tashe mused. “I’m guessing she is the high-jumper I know. You’re right. She is hot. I didn’t know she was a lesbian, though.”

“Does she know you’re one?” I asked as we moved to the lounge and cuddled on the sofa.

“Probably not,” Tasha admitted. “My manager suggested that I stayed in the closet because if I hit the big time, sponsors might not support me if I was openly gay.”

“Probably the same for her, then?”

“Probably,” Tash agreed.

We kissed and cuddled as we watched a movie, I don’t remember which one, so it obviously wasn’t that good. Then, around midnight, we went to bed. The last show that Gordon was in wasn’t until 1.30 a.m., so he and Dad wouldn’t be home until close to three. It would depend on whether they heard that Tasha and I were awake whether they’d join us. I didn’t mind either way. None of us worked on Saturday, so we could sleep all day if we wanted to.

Tasha and I kissed and slowly removed each other’s clothing. I marvelled again as her stunningly fit and toned body appeared. Mine is much lusher than hers, and although I’m not in any way fat, I only exercise enough to maintain my figure. Beside Tasha’s sublimely fit body, I looked quite porky. However, my curves were one of the reasons she adored me. I was always a little melancholy when I thought about the future because I knew we’d eventually have to go our own ways. We could have stayed together if I was prepared to commit solely to her. But I didn’t want to live as a lesbian couple with her and only get the occasional bit of cock on the side, probably behind her back.

Once we were naked, we got onto the bed, and I went down on her. I loved her sweet juices and was always amazed by how freely they flowed. Her nubbin engorged as I sucked on it. Tasha has a long, thick clitoris that when she’s excited, expands into a tiny cocklet. It’s less than a centimetre long but it looks like a fully-formed, miniature penis. I loved it! It felt so good between my lips, and she reacted enthusiastically when I sucked it and battered it with my tongue. Getting her close with my lips and tongue and then firmly biting her clit always crashed my girlfriend into the most stupendous orgasms. Tonight was no exception.

Dragging me up so we could kiss, Tasha then forced her thigh between mine and pressed against my pussy. I was hot and horny, so I immediately humped her leg, my dripping pussy smearing my juices over her thigh. Tasha rolled us so she was on top, and then she took hold of my leg and mashed her pussy against mine. She tribbed her little cocklet over my clit as she licked my calf. Tasha was seriously into foot-play, which, although it didn’t do much for me, I encouraged her to do because she enjoyed it so much.

Reaching down so she could play with my nipples, Tasha winked and then whispered, “Don’t look now, but your mum’s standing at the door, jilling herself as she watches.”

Of course, my head wanted to snap around so I could see, but I restrained myself until I could surreptitiously look toward the door. Tasha was right. Mum held her nightie above her naked pussy, and she was vigorously frigging her clit as she watched.