Hi guys
So this is a short story, not connected to my "The Woman in Flat 213" series. I'm still writing the next instalment for that, so please bear with me. But I thought I'd write something a little bit cheerier and more pleasant. Hope you enjoy it.
Cheers
GT
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Sarah lay back in bed, watching the latest episode of Designated Survivor on Netflix. It was a good show, and she enjoyed it. But truth be told, even if it was something very dull, she would have sworn it was the best thing she'd seen all year. She wasn't watching it for any of the merit that it may have had, nor was she following what was going on in this particular episode. The main reason she was watching it was because she needed to pass the time. Before her best friend, Lea, arrived.
The two girls had been close to each other since the first day of university. She was a naive middle class girl from Kent, and Lea was a friendly young French girl from Nice, both at Cambridge, widely considered one of the best universities in the world. They had been studying history. Throughout their time at that place, they had never lived apart, had taken all the same modules, and had been utterly inseparable. Which was quite strange, because of how completely different they were to each other in almost every way; Sarah was quite brash and charismatic, dated and had sex with many people of both genders, supported Brexit and otherwise voted Conservative at election time. Lea, on the other hand, was very introverted and tended to keep to herself. She was still a virgin, was a supporter of the French Socialist Party, and before she'd met Sarah, had never shared her homosexuality with anyone. Looks-wise, they were both good-looking girls - Sarah was tall and quite toned and muscular, as she had taken up boxing at university, with long, shiny blonde hair, piercing blue eyes. Her boobs were average size, but her bum was the envy of all of the other girls in her gym. Lea, meanwhile, was very short and slender, with a freckled, schoolgirl face, messy red hair and brown eyes. In many ways, the height difference complemented their personalities. But most of all was the age difference - Lea had only been 18 when they first met, fresh from doing her Baccalaureate, while Sarah had spent four years in full time work before going to Cambridge, so she was about 22.
After finishing university, Sarah had moved to London to start working for a major newspaper, while Lea had stayed on in Cambridge to do her Masters. That was a couple of years ago, and Lea was now aged 23, while Sarah was 27. But they still saw each other whenever they could, spoke on the phone and kept sending each other gifts and care packages in the mail.
But the reason why this particular visit was so special to Sarah was related to the fact that she had an interest, and Lea had agreed to be her next participant. And that interest was orgasm torture.
Sarah was quite into kink, and very active in her local BDSM community, attending munches and other meet-ups. But one kink that she particularly enjoyed - exclusively with girls - was tying her partners to her bed, using a set of under-bed cuffs that she had installed there, gagging them and then bringing them to orgasm after orgasm. If she was being very cruel, she would use what she called "The Machine." It was essentially a large piece of piping on a special board with hooks attached, which could be attached to the foot of her bed, a vibrator attached on the end and pressed against her partner's vulva and clitoris. Either way, she would have the girl screaming in ecstasy for hours on end, and would never tell them when she was going to stop. This gave her a bit of an edge over them, and as such, she liked to take advantage of it whenever she could.
How long she would put Lea through it, however, remained to be seen.
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It was about fifteen minutes away from the ending when the bell sounded, indicating that Lea was at the front door. So Sarah buzzed her in. Once she had gotten up to the flat, the two girls just threw their arms around each other. It had been months since they last saw each other, and all they wanted to do was hug. But after a few minutes, they finally disengaged.
"It's so great to see you!" Lea said, breathlessly. "I was thinking that it was, er, it was going to be months."
"Well, I've missed you so much!" Sarah held her at arm's length, and examined her face. "Yep. You definitely get cuter every time I see you."
"Sarah!" Lea laughed. "You're embarrassing me!"
"It's true," Sarah said, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Come, come," she ushered her in. "I've already got the wine uncorked. I'll pour you a glass!"
The two went and sat back in the TV room, with the wine bottle out, and for the next hour, they just drank and laughed as they caught up, sharing details of Sarah's new job, Lea's upcoming deadlines and their favourite topic, politics. As they talked, Sarah studied her friend. She still had the schoolgirl face that had drawn Sarah to her, and the same bashful smile. Her English was better, but she still spoke with that melodious French accent of hers, and occasionally slipped up or hesitated, which emphasised it all the more. There was something almost angelic about her. Sarah knew that if this girl was a virgin, it certainly wasn't for lack of opportunity - even some of their more curious friends had admitted that Lea might've tempted them to stray from the path.
To her surprise, it was Lea who initiated the proceedings.
"Err - Sarah? She said, in a suddenly very nervous tone. "You remember when you asked me if I would like to do... that... err... that thing you like, and I said yes?"
"I do indeed," Sarah replied.
"I was wondering... Did you want to try it now?"
"Of course! Of course, just let me finish my wine!"
