She got in at the normal end and I got in at the tap end which is uncomfortable so I scooted down a bit and our legs had to be spread to fit round the other girl so we were both wide open down there and she was flat out looking straight down there. And the fact she was doing that made me feel all tingly and I wanted her to touch me there. Just there, nowhere else, just slip a finger maybe inside me and stroke me.
"Close your eyes," she told me in a voice that was barely audible I closed them and felt her fingertips touch my nipple, pull on it then trail down over my tummy and down to my gaping pussy. She slipped a finger in, then two, then four and finally her whole hand slid in- well I told you I was big down there, remember? Next thing I felt the water and her body moving as she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. She sat back down and started caressing my pussy paying attention to my g spot but exploring all the nooks and crannies in there and it wasn't long before I had my first lesbian orgasm.
We washed each other after that, then we got out, dried each other, and put the talc on then decided we wouldn't bother with nighties just for tonight and made our way naked to our bed. I should have brought her to orgasm, only fair really, but I didn't know how and I was nervous about how far I could go with her so I hugged her and she kissed me, said this is nice and I knew I had made the right decision; she wasn't ready for it to be done to her, not just yet so I kissed her, told her I loved her to bits and I was so glad we had met like that and I was hers utterly and for ever and had I mentioned that I loved her to bits?
She told me I had but she would rather like to hear it again. So I told her for the third time and she snuggled a bit tighter in to me, told me she loved me just so much then she slipped down just a bit closed her eyes and in no time was asleep. It was kind of like when she was crying because she was trusting me utterly with her being asleep and defenceless. I lay for a time just enjoying having her in my arms, her body resting up against mine and as I did so I felt myself becoming drowsy and I drifted off too.
I put the morning TV on when we woke up and they had one of those quirky news reports, this one was of a West Auckland man who had encountered a ferocious possum in his house and had injured himself trying to escape from it breaking his collar bone and two fingers as well as crashing into his wall while trying to avoid it. There was an interview with an animal behaviourist after and the hosts enjoyed a few jokes as well. I looked at Liz and we laughed till the tears rolled down our faces.
We had breakfast together and then we had our first shower together that was nice. After we had got dressed I put the washing on and she tidied up in the kitchen, we were like a married couple already. I was buzzing it was so neat feeling like I did about her and I'd catch her looking at me and I knew she liked what she was seeing. I drove us in to work- we left her car in the garage- dropped her outside her building and drove on to the parking building I leave in.
The day was a bit unsettled, I had told her to ring me if there was any sign of him so I had an ear out for the call but nothing in the morning, we met up for lunch of course and as we ate at Tony's in Victoria Street- my treat- I saw him going down the road on the other side. He couldn't see us and Liz hadn't seen him. I'd broken the ring finger on each hand so what could he hold? However I carried on chatting with Liz and holding her hand and finally we just sat there telling each other how much we loved them.
She told me I seemed distracted and I said sorry, I wasn't sure about him and that it was really important that I pick her up and speaking of which, it was getting on and I wanted to walk her to work when we'd finished. So we had a coffee (yes it was nicer than I could make) settled the bill and I walked her down to Queen Street and we waited for the "Cross Now." He had been down Queen Street a dozen yards or so and I hadn't seen him. She did and her face filled with terror as she backed away. I looked and saw him. He had a knife which he held with the blade up behind his forearm to conceal it. He gripped it with his thumb, forefinger, big finger and pinkie, the ring finger sticking straight out in its cast. The look on his face was one of pure hatred as he advanced towards us.
I pushed Liz back made a "stay there" gesture to her and turned again to face him. He was wary and moved from side to side looking for an opening. There wasn't one and I waited forcing him to either come at me or run; he came at me. As he lunged I caught his arm and brought it round so it was pointing now at his own chest then stepped in at him forcing the knife into his heart.
I nearly managed a scream but settled for a gasp and a horrified gesture as he slumped to the footpath blood pooling under his lifeless body. One of New Zealand's finest was on the scene within a few minutes. He took our statements and once he had them looked sneeringly at the lifeless form on the foot path.
Well we were in the Police Station for the next hour and a half as our statements were taken and we went over what had happened, from the beginning until they were satisfied that in the struggle we had fallen and in falling the knife had plunged into his own chest piercing his heart. We signed the statements and as we went to walk out.
Inspector Campbell, who I knew well from my time in the Police, winked at me murmured "no great loss" and carried on walking, the file under his arm.
His family wanted a full inquiry but once details of what a prick he had been came out no one else did and the Coroner returned a verdict of Self Inflicted Accidental Death. That all took place over a period of some months as these things do and we became minor celebrities for a time. Our relationship became publicly known and we appeared on a TV chat show discussing how women can protect themselves from jealous ex partners.
All that was some way into the future of where we were. If I had not been there to protect her he would have stabbed Liz to death, no question, end of story. She was in shock over the whole incident and clung to my arm as I drove us home then sat with me on the sofa clinging as tight as she could. Her eyes were wide open but she wasn't seeing anything; her mind was fixed on the image of him moving towards us, before I had seen him, the knife there for her to see.
I didn't have any words so I just held her, caressing and fondling and sometimes kissing her. Her body shook with her sobs and I too was affected feeling the tears running down my cheeks as I held her. She cried herself out and while we should have something for dinner neither of us were very hungry. In the end we had scrambled eggs and a cup of tea. I cleared up then ran the bath and this time I sat in first at the away from the bloody taps end and she sat in front of me on my thighs. I washed her from behind but mostly I just wanted another excuse to cuddle her.
In bed there was just more cuddling and after what seemed an age I felt her body relax and she started snoring, very softly. The ex used to snore- My God he could warn ships out in the harbour away from the rocks he was so loud- she made a noise but not much and I lay listening to her thinking of how much she had come to mean to me and how lucky it was that we had met. I drifted off sometime later, well I was pretty wound up by what had happened to me and more by how badly Liz had been affected so it took a while.
We had the next few days off so I could comfort Liz and take stock of where too now. His family were all nasty and it was clear they would want to seek revenge. For that reason I couldn't and wouldn't leave her alone, they didn't know where I lived but it would only be a matter of time before they found out. However as I went through the photos she had of them I saw they really weren't much- so I decided to do a little visiting.
On the pretext of clarifying a statement I took her up to the Police Station and left her with Police Woman Matthews while I and several off duty friends of mine went to see a few grieving relatives. The next morning Breakfast TV had what appeared to have been an epidemic of ferocious possums in West Auckland with three men and two women of 'East European extraction' suffering quite serious injuries in their quest to escape these surprisingly aggressive nocturnal animals. As before the witticisms flew in the studio with no one able to keep a straight face.
His family gave us no further trouble especially after my friends and I took one badly injured possum victim out to the Mangroves and told him how we buried our victims out there and there was just no way the body would ever be found, oh and there was a list and he was on it.
Liz gradually got back to normal, well better than normal because normal had been living in fear and now she wasn't. We did do all that lesbian 69ing, fisting, ( yes she could get both hands in, no she couldn't clap, thank you very much) dildo fucking and long massage sessions with each other and we both loved it. She got the proceeds from the sale of her home (the threatened legal action to prevent it strangely not actually happening- persuasive critters possums) and when we pooled that with what my place fetched we had enough for a place in the country.
We got a bed and breakfast place just out of Blenheim in the South Island, it's where the ferry terminal for the inter-islander is, and we market it exclusively for lesbians. The place is always full and we enjoy taking part in relaxing activities with our guests, none of whom have made rude remarks about how big I am, you know, down there- I think that must be a guy thing, probably size related I guess.
And me? I love my life, I love being with Liz, we're accepted here, as much as Aucklanders are in the rest of the country but we have a circle of friends and our guests otherwise we keep pretty much to ourselves and that suits me just fine.
