Chapter 6

If Hannah had been bubbly going home that afternoon, Catherine was positively bouncy when she arrived at the apartment. She had packed a weekend bag in minutes after her mother told her the fabulous news. Truth be told, half the fun was Fiona's pout and whine, but as Catherine so sweetly pointed out (much too sweetly - she got a 'cease and desist' glare from her mother), the Ballet in Brighton was her thing.

And so, less than an hour and a half after the phone call, Hannah and Catherine were standing in doorway of the apartment, waving to Joanna as she went down the stairs again. Hannah's hand was on Catherine's shoulder. She led her inside and closed the door with the other hand but somehow couldn't let go of Catherine and they ended up walking around arm in arm, gossiping and making plans.

"I suggest pizza tonight," Hannah said, meeting vigorous approval from Catherine. "And a stack of DVDs after that," she continued. Catherine's kept nodding. "Tomorrow we have to shop for dinner Sunday," Hannah added, "but I thought we could do a bit of clothes shopping too."

Catherine's non-verbal approval got even more vigorous. This was going to be a great weekend.

They went down Shad Thames hand in hand and ordered Pizzas. Hannah was flirting blatantly with the male staff and Catherine, tentatively, took her cue. Back in the apartment they devoured the food with youthful appetite.

"Right, DVD time and a complete pig-out on snacks!" Hannah said with relish.

"What are we going to watch?" Catherine asked.

"We're going to have a Chick Flick Fest!" Hannah replied, and pointed to a large stack of DVDs on the table. "Have your pick."

Catherine looked through the pile of DVDs while Hannah found snacks and drinks. There were several films she knew of but had never seen - mainly because she had been deemed too young for them. And there were a couple of Australian titles that she had never heard of but they looked good. "This could take all night!" she exclaimed.

"Not a problem," Hannah replied. "We have all night! But let's get into our night stuff first."

"This early?" Catherine asked - feeling slightly giddy at the idea of stripping down to night gown and panties with Hannah.

"Sure," Hannah said. "Saves time later. Besides, my bra is killing me and my jeans are too tight - I want to get them off."

With that she pulled her tee-shirt over her head, reached behind her back and deftly undid her bra. Catherine stared mesmerised at the older girl's large breast. They seemed even bigger than when she had seen them the first time. Hannah was struggling with the jeans button, but sensed Catherine's gaze and looked up. "I've been living too well and put on weight. I need bigger bras - we could go bra-shopping tomorrow for both of us," she said with a grin.

"It's not like I have much," Catherine started, but Hannah cut her off.

"Don't diss your boobs - I love them. Besides, I was planning on seeing what a push-up bra would do for you..."

Hannah waltzed into her bedroom and found a night gown. Catherine retreated to the guest room, got her night gown out of her bag and started to strip. She was secretly hoping that Hannah would join her and she was not disappointed.

"Your boobs are getting bigger all the time too," Hannah said as she walked up behind the almost naked Catherine, turned her to face the mirror on the wall and reached round to cup her breasts pressing them upwards and inwards. "Didn't I tell you? With a push-up bra you have cleavage!"

The sensation of having Hannah touch her breast had made Catherine close her eyes to focus on the feeling. She felt all giddy and warm and wet. With a struggle she opened her eyes again and looked in the mirror. Hannah was right; she did have cleavage when her breasts were moved that way. She looked up and saw Hannah smiling at her over her right shoulder. She smiled back.

After what felt like ages - but in reality it was only a few more seconds, Hannah let go of her friend's breasts and Catherine put the night gown on. 'It could all have been a dream, ' she thought. 'Only, my panties are very wet and there is this faint, but intensely pleasant scent in the room.'

Catherine's panties were not the only ones to be wet and the faint, but intensely pleasant scent was that of two very turned on girls. Hannah was shaken by the feelings the little episode had triggered and decided it was time to cool off a little. "Let's go watch movies," she said and dragged Catherine out of the room.

All up they watched four different films, frequently laughing, sometimes gasping and occasionally sobbing - and generally having a great time. The last one they watched long after midnight was a Swedish film from the late 1990'es. In English it was called 'Show Me Love' - presumably because the original title - 'Fucking Åmål' - was deemed impossible in the more puritan markets. The story depicted in the film; two teenaged girls in a dreary provincial town discovering their sexuality and mutual attraction, left both Hannah and Catherine in deep thoughts while the end-trailer rolled over the screen.

"I don't think I want to watch any more films tonight," Hannah finally said standing up, "or we shan't have any energy for what we're doing tomorrow night."

"What about tomorrow night?" Catherine asked. She had been close to dozing off, but now she was suddenly wide awake.

"Tomorrow night, that is to say, tonight, we're going out," Hannah replied. "But I won't tell you where, when or what - that is a surprise."

Catherine's eyes were shining with excitement. "Not fair!" she said with a mock-pout,

"Believe me, little sister, you will have fun!" Hannah said and pulled Catherine into a close embrace. Afterwards they weren't sure who had started the kissing or who opened her mouth first. It was quiet and long and very, very intense and the feel of the other girl's tongue in her mouth and the other girl's soft breasts against her own through the night gowns and the notable heat from the other girl's groin had them both in complete sensory overload.

They finally broke the kiss. Catherine helped Hannah carry the remains of their snack orgy back to the kitchen area and then went to find her toothbrush. Hannah followed her into the guest room. "Do we have to pretend you are sleeping in here?" she asked.

"I guess," Catherine replied, "but can't we just make the bed look like it has been slept in?"

"No need," Hannah replied. "We'll just strip the bed and leave it in a crumpled heap on the floor." She was going to add 'besides your mother OK'ed just about anything, ' but decided against telling Catherine that. She also decided they would stick to kissing.

They didn't quite. Two people in a waterbed tend to 'migrate' closely towards one another. They decided that was nice - very nice - but also very warm, so they stripped down to panties. They kissed and caressed each other's breasts until they fell asleep lying 'in spoons'.

Catherine woke up Saturday morning from the triple sensation that she was in a strange bed, that she was not alone in that bed and that someone was looking at her. She remembered the night before, opened her eyes and saw the smiling face of Hannah very close to her own. "That's the best I've slept in ages," she said with a big smile of her own.