The Blood Bond
"Fuck it!" Jan cursed and slammed her laptop cover shut. No matter how hard she tried, the words she was hoping to conjure just didn't appear in her head.
Since the long night she had spent with Kasper at Sara's house, she had been frustrated in more ways than just her writers block getting worse. Just thinking about the very attractive pale girl made her stomach flip and start a maddening, warm tingle deep inside her.
The memories of the first evening still burned deeply in her memory. Both women had knelt on the dusty ground holding on to each other, as if their lives had depended on it. The fair skinned, azure eyed Kasper completely nude, and Jan wearing only a pair of stockings. The vivid recollection of how the evening breeze, had felt refreshingly cool against her sex hot skin, rose goose bumps, even now over a week later.
When they had parted, Kasper promised she would be in touch, and that they would get together as soon as she could get away from her commitments.
Since then Jan had heard nothing. No phone call, no text, no email. In fact, she had received more communication of the large Australian Cob. For some unknown reason, the overly friendly hulk of a man, had taken to checking up on Jan every day. Not in a boyfriend way, more like a caring big brother, which Jan thought was actually quite sweet.
"Maybe I was just a passing fancy for a sex addict." She mused aloud then sighed. What she would give to have a repeat of that night.
With another frustrated sigh, Jan stood from her writing desk and crossed over to the glass door that led on to her balcony and opened it as wide as possible. The hot, humid London air drifted in, stifling after the cool of her air conditioned apartment.
From her balcony, Jan watched the lights of the city reflecting on the dark water of the Thames. The dark sky contrasting with the manmade lights of the skyline. A light breeze buffeted against her baggy t-shirt, moulding it against her breasts, and causing the warm tingle of her arousal to climb a little higher.
Feeling an overwhelming urge to be back in the shadowed glade, with the ghost like Danish girl in her arms, Jan pulled the thin shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Now there was nothing between her skin and the clammy heat carried by the breeze. It felt so good to let the invisible hands of the gentle wind caress her over warm body.
Impulsively, Jan sat on the lounger that occupied the majority of the balcony, then leaned back, letting her naked body soak up the darkness of the night. Her hand strayed across the bare skin of her stomach and over a firm rounded breast, giving a small sigh of pleasure as her palm stroked a nipple, then winced a little as her exploring fingers touched upon a double crescent of teeth marks, still tender from a lust induced bite. One of the small souvenirs from the passionate night under the trees. Kasper had certainly gotten under her skin in more ways than one.
Hands wandered aimlessly across her body, as she drifted in to the fantasy that Kasper was with her once more. One set of fingers pinched a nipple making her moan, while the other hand slipped across her belly to the patch of dark hair that covered her warm mound. After touching the cleanly shaven area that lay between Kasper's legs, Jan had debated shaving hers off, but there was something very carnal about the way Kasper had twirled Jan's short hairs in her fingers, tugging gently and encouraging Jan to allow access for the pale girl's electrifying tongue.
Jan's fingers pulled lightly on her pubic hair, trying desperately to recreate the fires Kasper had lit in her soul. She pinched at the tender skin of her breasts and nipples, while rubbing fingers over her sex. The image of those azure eyes burning with desire flashed in to Jan's mind, and she almost felt the exciting touch of Kasper's lips kissing the inside of her thighs.
With a mute sigh, Jan cried out as her climax washed over her. Her knees rose up to her chest trying to prolong the feeling burning through her insides, hoping to ride the waves that Kasper's punishing interaction had incited, then moaning in frustration as the orgasm died as quickly as it had risen.
Tears of frustration and dejection formed in Jan's eyes, for someone who had managed to exist, happily on her own for years, she felt lonely and incomplete without the wild blonde in her arms.
Wallowing in a swell of self-pity, Jan Tanner drifted in to a restless sleep.
"If you go in to a mini climax every time something touches you, how are you going to get dressed?" Jan asked as she shook the dust from her dress.
"I don't know." Kasper replied, her voice tinged with nervous laughter that bordered on hysteria. "I've never been away from a bedroom when I've been like this."
A light giggle burst from Jan's lips. "Sorry I shouldn't laugh, but you have to admit, this is a pretty bizarre situation."
Kasper stood in the glade of trees, dressed as Jan was, in nothing but lengthening shadows, as darkness began to fall. Her arms were held out from her sides as if she was afraid to touch her own skin. After their passionate love making, Kasper had confessed that sometimes she became so sensitive post sex, that the slightest touch made her flow in to orgasm after orgasm, each one making her more sensitive until she passed out from endorphin over load. Certainly not a good position to be in when you're in someone else's garden, with a couple of dozen people between you and the relative safety of the rooms where Jan was staying.
"Right." Jan said thinking aloud. "Options are. We wait here until everyone has gone. We get you dressed and risk you going to an orgasmic coma on the way back. Or..."
"Or...?" Kasper queried. Wondering what the third option may be, as Jan had flushed deeply in the fading light.
"Erm... We walk back with you as you are." Jan said a little too quickly.
Kasper gave a sharp intake of breath. "Do you want to do that Jan?" She asked, her words barely above a whisper and husky.
"I would never ask you to do that." Jan told her, feeling very embarrassed, she wasn't really sure where the idea had originated. "I just had this picture in my head of us walking through the party, holding hands with you on display. Sorry, it was the lust speaking."
A small shudder ran through Kasper's body as a little moan burst from her lips. "Oh wow. That makes my knees go weak just thinking of it."
Another image forced its way in to Jan's mind. "Well, there is another option." She suggested, her voice dropping to match Kasper's. "We both walk back nude, hand in hand and ignoring everyone."
The white skin of Kasper's face, shone out from the growing darkness, as she contemplated Jan's idea. She glanced from the shadows of the trees back to where the lights of the house illuminated the small groups of people still present. When she turned back, her lips were wearing a broad grin.
"Sounds like a plan to me." Kasper said as she offered her hand.
They walked slowly and steadily. Hands clasped tightly, drawing strength from each other, eyes focused on their goal.
To Jan it was the most arousing thing she had ever done. The simple act of walking past people she vaguely knew, whilst being totally naked was like pouring Nitro-glycerine on a fire. She was very aware that Kasper was close to climax by the way she gasped for breath with every step, and the thought of that had fuelled Jan's passion even further.
Conversations had fallen silent as they walked up to the door to the flat Sara had lent Jan. Unhurriedly the pair of women stepped inside, without a word to anyone.
"Anyone got a problem with that can speak to me first." Cob's voice had announced loud and commanding, as Kasper and Jan closed the door. Jan giggling nervously, and Kasper gasping in a climbing orgasm.
Wave after wave of deep glorious climax rolled over Jan as she writhed on the lounger. The dream had been so real, woven from the memories of what she and Kasper had done that night. She could still feel the eyes of the partygoers as they walked down the garden, every inch of skin available to the guests to see.
She opened her eyes to see the sky beginning to lighten with the rising dawn, the remnants of a far more satisfying orgasm still warm in her flesh.
"Christ Kasper. What have you done to me?" Jan asked the dawning sky as her body yearned for the touch of cool pale hands.
Three days had passed since the wild dream on the balcony. Three days and two nights. Both nights she had dreamt of the sexual exploits of that weekend, each dream ending in Jan waking in the throes of the most amazing orgasms. Then on the third night, she had an entirely different dream. She was in a darkened room, it was cold, damp, and she had a nagging sensation that there was someone or something coming for her. This wasn't like the dream she had before where before she had awoken feeling sexual. She awoke with an entirely different feeling.
One of fear.
