Our holiday over, Tom and I are back at home, returned to the humdrum of our normal lives.
Well, almost! This last chapte- but-one of my story is a little longer than usual, I think you readers would crucify me if I split this one up. It was to be a very special day for me. I hope you enjoy reading about it.
Chapter 17: Karen
One evening, not very long after our holiday on Young Island, we had just returned to Tom's apartment following a visit with Richard and Lesilia to celebrate their engagement. Yes, they had really got it bad, and apparently it had nothing to do with the fact that she was pregnant!
I was preparing a late dinner when the doorbell rang, and Tom went down to answer. Listening for a murmur of voices, I could hear none and, being curious as ever, crept down the stairs to investigate. To my shock he was in a heavy snog in the dark with some young girl. Or, to be more accurate, she was all over him! Tom was pressed up against the open front door and, with credit to him, he only had one hand around her body, and well above her ass. With the other, I tried to convince myself, he was trying to fend her off, but with little success. She leapt back when she saw me.
"Who is this?"
A very flustered Tom wiped away the violet lipstick, "Sue, this is Karen, my ex-girlfriend's sister. You remember, the one I told you about? Karen, meet my girlfriend Sue. We met recently in the Caribbean and are now best friends," he added, clearly more for my benefit than hers.
Rather formally she shook my hand. "Sorry about that Sue, it's not what you think." Where had I heard that one before? "It's been ages since I saw Tom, I just called round to pick up a couple of books that Lisa left behind. I tried before, but you were away."
And pick up whatever else she could find, I thought. Lisa was the Virgin Atlantic stewardess that Tom had met in Paris a couple of years ago and they had recently split up for geographical reasons. She had been due to accompany Tom on this recent holiday, and I often wondered what would have happened if she had? Probably no hammocks and no Tom, and definitely not this story!
Being my usual charitable self I invited her in and brewed some coffee while Tom, with the rather eager assistance of Karen, searched the shelves for the errant volumes. As I checked on the dinner I secretly studied her and had to admit to myself that she was gorgeous, everything about her suggested she could be a model, apart from her height, which was very similar to mine. And she literally oozed sex, just the way I was told I did at her age. I couldn't blame Tom for allowing her to kiss him, I was only surprised he hadn't fucked her already. Or had he?
As she took her coffee from me, there was a brief contact of fingers and I felt that familiar tingle down below, the one that started in the beach bar with my friend Sophie and then went into action with that gothic girl on that last morning on Young Island. Stop it, I told myself, she's only 20! But then Soo had been even younger.
Despite all my concerns, and a natural touch of jealousy, and it was well past midnight when she skipped back down the stairs after a
mwah
to both our cheeks, I was sorry to see her leave. Later in bed, Tom and I both admitted that we had the hots for her but I was glad I had restrained him from offering her a lift home! I knew I wouldn't have seen him until breakfast!
As soon as the door had closed behind her, I dragged Tom and his inevitable erection to the bedroom and virtually raped him. The supper went in the bin. It was clear he had been horny all evening. And me? That girl had aroused a part of my sexuality that had started with the Belgian girl on holiday, but not completed to my satisfaction. As we made love with that same urgency as our very first night together, Tom declared that he was convinced Karen was bisexual.
"You think? Tom, her eyes were undressing me the same way that men do. I wasn't sure who she fancied the most, you or me!"
Our own erotic thoughts spinning in our heads, I attacked my clitty as Tom shuddered to a climax deep inside me. Deep down I knew that if I lowered my guard it wouldn't be that long before Karen's pussy replaced mine, so next day I made a momentous decision, totally against my principles and everything we had agreed upon that sunny afternoon in a pretty cove on St Vincent. Tom had been pestering me to move in with him, and after last night I agreed that perhaps now was the right time. Was it the sex, which was getting better and better? Or was it that I wanted to protect him from Karen, and any other female predators he hadn't told me about? We had originally agreed that we were both free to screw around a little, but suddenly I wanted that lovely cock for myself. I felt a little vulnerable with the knowledge that a sexy young woman like her fancied my boyfriend, a good eight years older.
Two weeks later I was firmly ensconced in his apartment and no more mention was made of Karen. Not for a while anyway. We were busy making plans to take up that rain-check with my college friends Sophie and Paul, hoping it would turn out to be a very interesting evening all together, and after that hammock incident I couldn't wait. Sharing sex with others is a big thing for me, but I had first promised myself to Sophie alone who, previously unbeknown to me, had been bisexual since her early teens. I wanted her to be my first true female lover, whereas the dark Sooline had taken me to bed for her own satisfaction. If it is possible for wham-bam between two females, then that had been it. I wanted more than that.
However, the best laid plans and all that shit?
It was early on a Saturday afternoon, the first after I had moved in, and I was fresh out of bed and slumming it in tracky bottoms and a sleeveless top, no underwear. My hair needed washing and was tied back with a rubber band. I looked a total scruff-bag.
"Aren't you showering, Sue?" asked Tom as he came out of the bathroom, all sprightly and clean.
He was off to meet with some friends at West Ham, the football team he had supported since a kid.
"Maybe later darling, I just feel like being a slob today."
"Suit yourself, I hope the vicar doesn't call."
His unusual response puzzled me, he always told me he fancied me no matter how I look. And for some reason he kissed me more passionately than usual for the time of day. At the bottom of the stairs he looked up as if about to say something, but instead blew me another kiss, and left.
Half an hour later I was catching up with work on my computer when the doorbell rang.
"Fuck," I muttered. If there is one time I enjoy to myself, it's a Saturday afternoon. I decided to ignore it, I wasn't expecting anyone. It rang again, this time with persistence, almost as though the person knew someone was at home. I sighed, closed the laptop and went down the stairs, the outline of a small figure was silhouetted through the glass.
It was Karen. Devastatingly sexy. The sun highlighting her blonde streaks.
"Tom's not here," was the first thing I could think of.
"I know, it's you I wanted to see, Susan. Can I come in?" She was already halfway through the door.
The fact that she knew Tom was out curiously didn't bother me, but what did was the knowledge that she had come all the way across town to see me!
I followed her up the stairs as she threw off her coat and for the first time I studied her ass. It was gorge, perfectly round and tightly encased in a vivid yellow miniskirt, with a flash of matching thong, and she wore a flimsy black strappy top. The way she wiggled her bum, she knew I was appraising her! Just like the L'Oreal ad, her long streaked auburn hair waved from side to side across her shoulders. I felt very vulnerable in the company of this incredible sexy girl. My hormones had started their dance once again.
We gravitated to the kitchen. "I just opened some wine, fancy a glass?"
"Yes please, love some."
Nervously, I smoothed down my top, "I'm sorry, I must look a wreck, not long been up, having a lazy day."
"Don't be silly, you look lovely, Susan. If I look like you on a Saturday when I'm what, 28...29? I'll be really chuffed."
I grinned at her, wishing I was twenty again, and all the memories of what went with that age.
"Thank you, you just made my day, it takes a woman to say that, men just don't seem to notice, especially after the first date! Its Sue by the way to all my friends."
"In which case Sue, please be my friend too and call me Karry."
I took a quick sip of wine, "Karry, help yourself to some nibbles, there's all sorts in that end cupboard, I just need to go to the loo," and with that I darted off to the bathroom.
Hastily I cleaned my teeth, added a smear of lipstick and ran a brush through my hair, fortunately it can go a couple of days without washing. Almost subconsciously I ran a wet flannel over my pussy and donned a bra and clean pair of panties, and wondered if this visit had anything to do with Tom? Had he been with her I wondered? When I returned to the kitchen feeling a little more human, she was reading a Cosmo I had left on the top of the fridge.
"That's better," I sighed, "You really should have phoned, I hate looking a mess."
She put down the mag, it was open rather pointedly at an article about lesbianism. "If I had you might not have let me in!"
I looked at her curiously as we leaned against the worktops facing each other, sipping from our glasses.
"So, what did you want to see me about Karen, sorry, Karry?"
