Life in Tara and Fay's bachelorette pad became very simple once the normal domestic rules were out of the window. In the cloying heat it was the easiest thing in the world for them to stay in their birthday suits from morning till dusk, when it finally got cool enough to put something on. Tara realised how much she had taken to her new lifestyle when she needed to pop to the shops one day and was annoyed at having to open her wardrobe for once.
Conversely, the bathroom door was never shut, except for those bodily functions they weren't ready to advertise. Whenever either of them took a shower, the other was perfectly free to wander in. The first time felt slightly odd, but after that it became as natural as breathing. The sense of freedom was something they'd never felt before -- and, Tara realised, never would again once the others returned. That was part and parcel of living in a mixed household. The front she put on was suddenly obvious to her now that she could let it drop. She had never really been herself around them, no matter how much she imagined otherwise. In the first few weeks of isolation she had longed for the autumn to come round. Now, for the first time, she had mixed feelings about it. She and Fay might have nothing to do, but at least they could do nothing on their own terms.
The best part was seeing Fay lose her remaining inhibitions, as she realised that Tara's offer stood. Tara got the sense that she was still reining in her natural sex drive, to avoid seeming too abnormal; that if she really indulged herself every time she felt the urge, she'd be at it near-constantly. But Tara got used to walking into any room at any time to find Fay pleasing herself. She developed a good instinct for when Fay wanted to play alone and when she wanted to be seen. Far more often it was the latter. One morning she woke up and heard the tinkle of running water, blended with an earthier noise. She crept onto the landing and saw Fay hard at work through the bathroom door. Her breasts glimmered with droplets as she squeezed into them with her pumping bicep.
Tara strolled up to the door, taking her time. "Hi," she murmured.
"Hey," Fay replied. She gave her a quick backwards look, but didn't break off from what she was doing. Tara didn't need to add anything else. She knew full well that Fay wanted an audience, and she was happy to supply it. For a few minutes she stood there watching her play. By her standards she was almost artful, letting the water fall gracefully down her body as she rubbed away.
Tara remained still until she could see Fay was getting close -- and suddenly, a cheeky thought occurred to her. "Don't break it, OK?" she said casually. With that she turned and headed downstairs. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Fay was put out, but there was good reasoning behind her move. She took each step slowly and deliberately, paying keen attention to the sounds above her -- and before she reached the bottom, she heard the loud, penetrating ring of Fay's orgasm, bursting out of the open door. She smiled. Fay got it. Being left alone to do her dirty work had made it that little bit dirtier.
On her side Tara would usually watch, but joined in now and then when she felt like it. She found it a bit harder to initiate on her own, simply because she wasn't as sexed as Fay -- but with every passing day she felt that gap getting smaller as her own libido increased. Being around Fay so much, seeing her express her desire so freely, had made her more aware of her own body and what she could do with it. The thought of producing such powerful sensations from nothing but her active mind was intoxicating, and it was beginning to crowd out all others. She simply wasn't interested in anything else.
That Saturday, they were at the kitchen table finishing breakfast when their eyes met, and Tara knew what Fay had in mind. Instinctively she dragged her chair round to the corner nearest her, so she was at a slight angle. Fay pulled back her own chair and drew her legs up onto it, leaving her completely exposed. The two girls wetted their fingers and got down to business with brisk efficiency. The seats were made of hard, knotted wood that provided small comfort for their backsides, but they hardly noticed. They had never been face to face at such short range. Tara could see the recognition in Fay's eyes, even as she felt it herself. They didn't have any movies to help them along, or even the confines of their imagination. They were drawing directly on each other.
With such inspiration it was little wonder that this time it really was a photo finish. Both girls closed their eyes and cried out as they rubbed their clits raw, legs shaking against their chairs. The only difference was that Tara juddered forwards while Fay threw her head back and convulsed in her seat. When Tara was able to shake off her dizziness and focus on Fay, she was looking back at her. She was still twitching from her orgasm, but her hand was gathering speed. "Tara..." she hissed. "Fuck. I'm gonna do it again."
"Go for it." With a deep breath Tara drew herself upright. She perched on the edge of the chair, arms by her sides like a schoolgirl paying attention in class. Then all of a sudden, something in her snapped -- and she couldn't bear to be a spectator anymore. She bolted off her seat and slid to the floor, directly beneath Fay, whose eyes widened in astonishment. But she didn't stop fingering herself, not for a moment, and Tara wasn't going to stop either. She drew herself up on her knees, her breasts protruding forwards. "Does this do it for you?" She hardly recognised her brazen voice, let alone what it was saying. Their eyes locked together as the question hung in the air, unanswered. Then it was Fay's turn to snap. She nodded, slowly. That was all the give that Tara needed.
She extended her arms and lowered herself onto all fours. There was no mistaking this animal pose for anything except an invitation. She looked up at Fay, not breaking contact for a second. "Do
I
do it for you?" she muttered. Fay couldn't say anything in response -- but her body was ready to do the talking. They stared each other down for a few seconds and then she exploded, her thighs twitching frantically and her mouth gaping. She cried out almost despairingly, it was so forceful. Tara saw it from beginning to end, kneeling obediently at her feet. She wasn't going to miss the slightest detail.
Fay surged upwards in a huge torrent, then subsided. Trembling from head to toe, she slumped into her chair and brought a hand to her face. It was obvious that she was covering it out of embarrassment. "Oh, God..." she whispered, her voice cracking. Tara's satisfaction turned to dismay as she glimpsed a tear rolling down her cheek. She moved forwards, wanting to comfort her, to apologise, to do something -- but Fay was more alert than she appeared. She raised her other hand and batted her away. There was silence for a few seconds. Gradually she revealed her face. It was utterly different from the brash and breezy Fay that Tara knew. She was red with exertion, and her eyes were glistening.
Tara said and did nothing. Fay dabbed at her eyes, took some deep breaths and got up. She walked in a slow, deliberate circle around Tara, to the kitchen sink at the far window. Tara got up and turned to look at her. For a long time she stood hunched over, her head bowed and her body silhouetted in the morning light. She was regaining her strength, but she was doing a lot more than that. There was a huge burden on her shoulders that she was trying to lift. At long last, she straightened up and turned to face Tara. "You weren't just trying to be helpful, were you?"
"No." It was the quickest answer Tara had ever given to anything. She had put it out there, and now she was going to defend it. The more she looked at Fay, the more genuine it felt. "I was watching you, I thought how hot you were... I wanted to tell you somehow. I know it was a really dumb way to do it, but..."
Fay looked down at the floor, trying to retreat into herself. "That was, uh, that was nice of you," she mumbled. "I just never thought..."
"I didn't plan anything," Tara explained hastily. "I mean, what I did -- sneaking in on you that first time."
"Yeah Tar, I know. It's all right." Fay managed a dry smile. "That'd be a bloody weird way to get into someone's knickers. You could have just asked me out for coffee." She edged a few feet towards the sideboard and leaned on it, arms by her sides. Her gaze was still focused at her feet. "That first time... that was when you started to think about me?"
"Yeah," Tara breathed, feeling her throat turn dry. "But not like this. Not the way I feel about you now." She reached for the edge of the table and clung onto it for courage. "I think you're amazing. I'm sorry if it sounds weird, but it's true."
This time Fay did manage a bashful look in her direction. "You're not bad either." Her dimples bulged as she smiled. "But I've never -- I mean, I'm not..."
"I know, I know," Tara cut in. "It's not about that. I just hoped..." She ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. "I wanted to show you how I felt, just once. And I understand if that's not how you feel, but if there was ever a chance of it happening... I would do it in a heartbeat. You're worth it."
Fay stood there in total silence, until she moved from one foot to the other and suddenly winced at the shooting pain in her leg. She prised open the sore, pink tissue beneath her clit. "God, my pussy is wrecked. That could be it for me today."
"Seriously?"
