Chapter 8

Fran sat on the sofa in the lounge with a cup of coffee thinking of the two teens lying upstairs wrapped in each other's arms. Her mind drifted to her first meeting with Frédérique, what was it, three months ago?

They had met across a conference table at a training session organised by the DIY chain who employed them both. After the introductory session Frédérique had asked if Fran could be her partner once it was made clear to the organisers that Fran spoke good French. The two women got on well and seemed to have many interests in common. The Languedoc for one, and dancing, walks in the countryside classical music and so the list went on.

At lunchtime each day they sat together and shared a meal provided by their employer. In the evenings they met first in restaurants and bars, but then Fran had invited Frédérique home to some English cooking.

Fran had let drop the fact of her loneliness over the years she had been bringing up Stephen. She had tried dating men and nothing had worked. All her experiences had reminded her of the awful time she had experienced at the hand's of Stephen's father.

A bottle of red wine on top of a Martini mellowed both women and then Frédérique had held Fran in her arms as she sobbed out the story of her marriage and divorce. Frédérique had not been condemnatory, but listened in supportive silence. Eventually Fran ground to a halt exhausted from her tale.

Frédérique had half carried Fran up to her room, then undressed her and popped her into bed before slipping out by the front door, and returning to her hotel for what remained of the night.

The following morning Fran had been most apologetic for getting so morose with Frédérique the previous evening.

"We shall start again this evening. Once again at your house; but this time I shall order a meal to be delivered."

So at 7.30pm that evening they sat together with a Martini. A knock on the door and a small man of oriental extraction arrived with a hamper. Inside was a bottle of Sake which he put in warm water after opening it.

Then he opened foil packs of small quantities of more than a dozen exquisitely prepared Japanese dishes. After arranging the dishes aesthetically on porcelain dishes he wished the two women "Good evening" and left; bowing as he did so.

Fran was excited at the meal. Each flavour was more exciting than the next, but neither woman ate to excess. The rice wine enhanced the meal, but both drank modestly.

"That was a superb meal, Frédérique. I have never tasted better."

"It was something of a shot in the dark, with that agency, but I would now recommend them to anyone."

They moved to the lounge with a five-star brandy warming in balloon glasses and a cafetiére of excellent coffee.

As 'The New World' Symphony swirled round the living room Frédérique allowed her arm to encircle Fran's shoulders and Fran chose to allow her head to slip onto Frédérique's shoulder.

As they slipped into comfortable familiarity their lips brushed and feelings that Fran had thought she could suppress bubbled to the surface. It was more than she could do not to inculcate her hand through the buttoned front of Frédérique's blouse and then to release the front opening clasp of her bra.

"Are you sure you are happy with this Frédérique whispered" after further tender exchanges.

"With all my heart", Fran replied.

"Then you make me very happy and I shall love you like no other."

Fran started. Where was Stephen? Then she relaxed, knowing he was staying with a friend overnight.

"Come to my bedroom my love. We shall be more comfortable there." Fran whispered.

They walked arm in arm to the master bedroom. There was no rush, no mad panic of clothes discarded all the way up the stairs to plunge onto the bed to thrash about for seconds before climaxing...

"Teach me what to do", Fran whispered into Frédérique's ear.

"Tell me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable."

Light hands and fingers fluttered over Fran's breasts through the blouse and minimum support bra she was wearing. Their kiss was slow and beautiful. Fran drifted on a cloud of experience and still the hand drifted over her body and garments were divested without any break in the flow of kisses and ministrations by those wonderful fingers and hands.

Frédérique's tongue brought Fran to the edge of a climax when she seemed to draw celtic knot patterns on each nipple with her tongue. The knots, having no beginning and no end left Fran drifting always in a middle of something. Never ending and never beginning. Such was the skill of her lover to leave her on the edge of a climax for an indeterminate period.

Eventually Frédérique moved down and carefully parted Fran's labia to expose the hooded nubbin that would take to a new plateau of sexual reverie. Lips, tongue, teeth and tiny scratches from Frédérique's nails raised Fran's clitoris from dormancy over the years to stand proud and unshrouded. Each embrace by Frédérique's sexual repertoire brought Fran nearer to a sexual crescendo.

Blood raced through her body. Her ears heard its roaring. Her eyes saw colour even though they were closed. Her back arched in a wonderful tetany. A long drawn out guttural cry creased the air until tempered into a long drawn out sigh that signalled total satisfaction.

"That was wonderful. You were wonderful"

"That was my exquisite pleasure. It was a joy for me also." Frédérique replied.

"... but I have not reciprocated at all." Fran replied.

"You will find that amongst women, giving pleasure is as important as receiving it. You will give me everything I need and desire in good time. For the moment you need to bask in the glow of your experiences."

"We will sleep now in each other's arms and look forward to all the tomorrows.

When Stephen returned after school the following day he was not aware of Frédérique's presence in the house the two previous nights and was unconcerned when his mother returned from a late dinner after midnight just a little dishevelled from several hours of intense loving in Frédérique's room in the hotel.

As Fran dreamed lazily of the stolen hours in her room or at the hotel she smiled how she had managed to contrive for Stephen to stay overnight with friends and relatives. He never complained or questioned his mother's arrangements. He did not think to explore the two sets of shampoo and make-up in Fran's en suite, or the extra wine bottles that were put out for recycling.

He wondered idly which neighbour had a French person staying when the Citroen with Departement 11 plates which was outside in the street for several nights in a row.

He was as gullible as children often are where their parents are concerned; and Fran smiled as she remembered the little subterfuges she had to employ to keep Stephen out of her bedroom before school. Frédérique could come out after Stephen had gone, and they would have a light breakfast together before travelling separately to work.

Fran continued to reminisce as Stephen and Josette continued to dream upstairs.

She remembered the tension she felt as she took control one night. How she had planned her love making to build Frédérique's state of arousal until she begged for release. The infinitely gentle scratches across her nipples. Kissing her earlobes in the way she found so delightful. Raising the downy hair on her mons by combing it with her fingers as her labia and vulva opened like a flower. Sucking the nectar from her vagina with her tongue, as she rolled her clitoris repeatedly between two fingers.

Her fingers in Frédérique's vagina were crushed as she spasmed, she remembered, and she remembered that the texture of vaginal secretions changed, saturated with the odour of raw lust.

The incongruity of the whimper that Frédérique had allowed herself with the magnificence of her orgasm made Fran laugh; but Stephen had been asleep only yards away and 2am on a school day morning was not the way for Stephen to find out about Frédérique.

After her orgasm had subsided Frédérique confided that she thought she would burst if she couldn't scream out loud with the intense pleasure; but somehow she had managed to whimper. "It took a lot of effort!" she had whispered into Fran's ear as they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other.