I first met Rebecca at uni. I was sitting on a stone bench in one of those big courtyards surrounded by all the school buildings. I was reading Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker. I saw Rebecca from a distance, and she kept walking, as if in a straight line, right to me.
I still remember when she asked my name... "It's Shyla," I said. She just giggled.
Over the next few days between classes, we met often in public places around the college campus. It was no surprise that I soon found myself in her dorm bed. I still remember after our first time, lying next to each other, she said, "You're not shy at all, are you Shyla?" We both laughed and hugged each other as our youthful passion made us do it again before sleep took over in the early morning sunlight.
Over the next two semesters we grew so close to each other we were seldom seen apart. In fact, at the end of the school year, Rebecca told me of her plans to visit her Mum for a week in the countryside. And she wouldn't let me say no, so I found myself literally holding hands with her in the back seat of the taxi as it drove us to our destination. We even kissed for the cab driver who smiled approvingly at us in his rearview mirror.
Her mum, Mrs. Stevens was divorced and owned a modest cottage on a rather large plot of land in Cheshire. When the taxi drove up the winding dirt road, I could hear the tires crunch over the loose pebbles. I was entranced with the beauty of the lush green landscape and rolling hillsides as far as the eye could see. We grabbed our luggage out of the boot and ran up the stone path to the front door. I swear I could hear us both giggling even though we were out of breath and weighed down by our overpacked suitcases.
Not surprisingly, the door was unlocked as Rebecca beckoned me inside. She leaped up the nearby stairs and I quickly followed. We passed a large bedroom which I glanced in and saw an open suitcase with some clothes tossed on the bed. I couldn't help but notice the white blouse and another red one of similar style and some lacy black and red pairs of knickers that I would associate with a younger aged person. Just a few feet away was another, smaller, bedroom where Rebecca opened the door and stepped in. I joined her, and we started to unpack our clothes and store them in the large chest against the wall.
I kept thinking of those cute knickers I saw on that bed and asked where her mum sleeps. Rebecca answered my thoughts by confirming that was her mum's room. Wow, and now I was trying to imagine Mrs. Stevens wearing that saucy underwear. My knees began to grow weak, and I had to sit on the edge of the small bed we would share. I noticed it had a metal frame with those old-style metal bars on both ends, like I saw in some pictures of WWII era hospitals. But the mattress was nice and firm and when I bounced up and down, I was reassured the springs didn't squeak. I knew we both were going to enjoy each other's bodies and the last thing I wanted was for her mum to hear us fooling around as passion would soon consume us.
Rebecca looked back at me on the bed and scoffed, "You're not tired already, are you?"
"No," I said.
"Good! Cos, we have many things to do before nighttime. Um, where do you want your pairs of undies?"
Before I could answer she said, "Let's mix them together with mine. That way we can select which ever one we fancy."
"Oh, I'm sure I'll be wearing all of yours, you told me your mum buys you some rather expensive items," I said.
Rebecca walked over to me and placed her arms on the bed and slowly bent her elbows, so her face got closer and closer to mine.
"I would love that, Hunni, if you chose to wear mine. They are yours to wear, whenever you want," she breathed softly into my face.
I could smell the chocolates we ate in the taxi on the way here and closed my eyes, waiting for... her kiss. So sweet and gentle, as her soft, thin lips met mine. I opened my eyes and took in her mousy blonde hair, with slight curls that bounced over her shoulders. But her blue eyes always put me in a trance. And likewise, she always liked my deep brown eyes, and long chestnut hair.
It didn't take much effort for Bex, my fav nickname for her, to slip her hand under my shirt and squeeze my bra. Her mouth continued to kiss me as she used both hands to pull my shirt up over my breasts.
"Bex... where is your mum?!?" I asked.
"Don't worry, Shy, she's probably outside somewhere picking beautiful flowers for her beautiful daughter and ultra sexy girlfriend."
"Umm," was all I could say.
Bex continued to massage my breasts through my bra and then pulled the straps off my shoulder. I watched her pull my bra down to my stomach exposing my B cup breasts. And then I saw that look come over her face. I knew what was next and I wanted it! Her sweet mouth covered my dark small areola and sucked with intention and desire. She coaxed my nipple into her mouth, sucking on its hardness as she looked into my eyes. I wanted her to stop for fear of her mum catching us but let her continue to devour me.
"Bex, that feels good..." I cooed.
"I know, Hunni, and I love doing it," she whispered.
She began alternating, first the left then the right and repeated again and again. It was about the time I began feeling a super tingling between my legs that we both heard the front door open and close.
"Becky! You here! I picked some flowers for you and Shyla."
Her mum, Susannah Stevens, had her own pet nickname for her daughter, Becky. I always liked mine better, Bex, but I would never tell her mum that!
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.
Bex just laughed. "Uh, Hunni dear, I think mum knows we are in love. We are just doing what lovers do."
But I quickly pulled my bra up back over my swollen babies and pulled my shirt back down to cover myself and be presentable to the hostess of this quaint cottage.
Bex slowly sat up and licked her lips as if she had sucked milk from my breasts. I gave her a small punch in the arm.
"We should go downstairs and meet your mum," I said.
"Yes, we must."
