As she stepped into the hall, Tara let out a sigh of relief. She closed the door and leant back on it heavily. "You were burning up out there, weren't ya?" said Fay.
Tara shrugged. "It rains ten months of the year where I'm from. The other two it just drizzles." That made Fay chuckle. They stood looking at each other for a moment, before Tara took a slow, deliberate step past her. She opened the door to the living room and held out her hand. Fay took it meekly. Tara led her over the threshold, showing a great deal more confidence than she actually felt. Her heart was shoving its way into her mouth.
The sun was pouring into the living room, its harsh glare making the furniture look faded and tatty. Tara realised that if they were going to do anything they needed to stop the world and his wife having a grandstand view. She strode over to the curtains and pulled them shut, making a fuss of smoothing down the folds here and there. She was stalling, and she knew it. Behind her she was aware of Fay standing numbly in the middle of the room, waiting for her to make the first move. With her shoulders hunched, Tara looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
She straightened up and turned around, focusing only on the walls and sofa. With them in her sights she strolled back across the room in an odd semi-circular motion, as though she were heading straight out of the door. But at the last moment she swung round, stopped in front of Fay and put her arms firmly round her waist. Fay was so surprised that she was rooted to the spot. Tara barely looked her in the eye before she moved in and kissed her. It was no more than a brush on the lips, but she breathed in deeply, wanting to absorb her scent; to make this moment as vivid as she had imagined it. Without even thinking of it her arms locked tighter round Fay, squeezing the small of her back.
The tiniest strand of saliva was left clinging between their lips as she withdrew. She let it hang there while she looked at Fay, whose eyes were dancing wildly from side to side. There was a hint of a smile forming on her sweet, dimpled cheeks. Tara thought hard of something meaningful to say. "I'm a bit taller than you."
"Yeah, I think you're right!" Fay chuckled. She held up a hand and measured their two scalps on a straight line. "Only by, like, a millimetre. You must be a giant."
"That's me." Tara tossed her hair to one side and gazed at Fay. "Well," she said at last, "that was OK, wasn't it?"
Fay nodded. "Mh-hmm!"
"Do you want some more?" Taking Fay's response for granted, she kissed her again. The moment she felt her lips push back against hers, a huge burden of fear, of doubt -- of guilt more than anything else -- lifted from Tara's mind. She pressed her entire body against Fay's, holding her in an embrace so tight she could never have broken free. But Fay didn't want to. She lifted her arms and rested them on Tara's hips, allowing her to set the pace. The two girls moaned simultaneously as they consumed each other. Tara pushed into Fay's mouth and began to explore it, kissing her with real passion for the first time. It was the culmination of everything she had dreamed about for the past few weeks; it was blissful.
As Fay returned the kiss her own hands began to wander, till they were poised uncertainly on Tara's lower back. Helpfully, Tara grabbed them and lowered them into position. "There you go." Grinning, Fay squeezed her bottom and delved into Tara's mouth, her tongue gliding from side to side. Tara realised she was being a little modest herself and adjusted her grip on Fay, so that she too was groping her backside.
They stood in the hot, silent room and made love in the golden glow from the curtains. Every now and then Tara snuck a look at Fay through half-closed eyes and realised that she was doing the same. Natural voyeurs, that was their trouble. When she finally sank her fingernails deep into Fay's bum, the latter gave a yelp and broke off. "You little... oh, I was forgetting," she realised. "You're after it, aren't you?"
"Too right I am." Tara peeked down her back, getting a look at what she was holding. There was so much of it to hold. She stared at the beautifully round cheeks, barely contained in their tight denim, and couldn't wait to expose them in all their glory. She cuddled Fay to her, planting a kiss on her neck. The two girls swayed against each other. Fay lifted her arms and wrapped them round Tara's neck, and for a while it felt like they were dancing to a silent tune. She kissed Tara on the side of the head before her lust got the better of her and she dragged her into another full-on clinch. She narrowly avoided smacking her forehead on Tara's thick glasses, but it didn't dampen her enthusiasm. With her hands cupping Tara's face she sucked her mouth in, as though trying to absorb her very essence. The kiss was brief but potent, and Fay withdrew with a gasp of near-triumph.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "You're so... soft."
"You're not, the way you kiss!" Giggling, Tara allowed Fay to land some gentler follow-ups. "OK, maybe you are." They stood together, nose to nose, letting off steam from their exertions; but they knew there were plenty more to come. Tara's eyes drifted to the sofa. "Shall we sit down?" Fay nodded eagerly. They shuffled across the room and flopped down on the cushions, their lips entwined. Tara ran a hand slowly up Fay's bare thigh, then took her by the waist and angled her body that little bit closer. She was as smooth and comforting as the furniture they sat on.
Tara finally got to grips with something that had been staring her in the face all this time. She traced a hand up Fay's torso and settled on her left breast. She had wondered for weeks what it would feel like; now it was right there in her palm, it was so strange that it took a while to get used to. She pressed her thumb into the nipple and circled it gently. "'Fraid you can't get Freeview on it," Fay laughed. Tara massaged it for a little longer -- then suddenly lunged forward and drew it into her mouth. Fay let out a moan and grabbed her by the neck, underneath her long, flowing hair. As she sucked hungrily, she began to feel her cheeks moisten with her own saliva. When she pulled away, a large dark stain had blossomed outwards on Fay's vest. "God, you're an animal," she exclaimed.
"Sorry, I guess... I got carried away..." Tara's voice was muffled as Fay gave her a mauling of her own. Pinning her to the sofa, she kissed her down her cheek and throat before she got to the lacy material covering her chest. Carefully she eased it down, and the bra underneath, to expose Tara's small pert nipple. She fell upon it instantly, pushing her face into the creamy flesh. Tara lay back and watched, running her hand up Fay's spine. Her effort was inspiring. Beneath her messy black hair her cheeks rippled as she sucked hard, maintaining a constant pressure. She was more than just a hard worker too. When she hit the right spot, Tara sighed heavily and juddered on the sofa, one leg scraping the floor. Fay looked up at her, eyes swivelling even as her mouth remained stuffed with nipple. That kind of bizarre energy summed her up perfectly.
"Uh-hmm?" she mumbled, raising her eyebrows. Tara grinned and nodded. Fay sucked a little bit harder, releasing an exquisite draft of warm breath. She kept it going for a few seconds, using Tara's chest as a respirator, until the latter giggled and dragged her off.
"Come here, you...!" The two girls grappled with each other and fell headlong onto the sofa, Tara on top of Fay. She cradled her round her midriff and gave her a long, passionate kiss. When they finally came up for air, they stared point blank into each other's eyes, and the crazy, wonderful reality of it hit home for the first time. They were really doing this. Fay kissed Tara on the throat and nuzzled against her, close enough to feel the hairs on her skin. Her affection was more than matched by her baser desires at the other end; having lifted the hem of Tara's dress, she probed underneath, tugging at her underwear.
Tara pushed a strand of hair back from Fay's face and kissed her tenderly, keeping her on slow boil. As she took in her red, glowing features, she realised that 'boil' was the operative word. "Geez, it's stifling in here," Fay chuckled. She detached a hand from Tara's backside and wafted herself.
"Yeah, maybe we should open a window." Tara glanced reluctantly at the curtains, not wanting to leave Fay for a moment. "Or maybe..." She looked down at her again. "We should take it easy tonight? Y'know, have fun, but... nothing too energetic."
Fay gave her a stony look. "Are you fucking kidding me? Feel it. Go on, feel it." She nodded down her body, right between her legs. Tara followed her eye line and smiled. She slid a hand gingerly across Fay's belly and eased it down the front of her shorts. Her fingers landed in a wet, sticky patch and they shared a knowing smile. Tara edged a little further in, teasing Fay with the possibility of more. But after watching her squirm for a while she settled for a darting kiss between her breasts, which made her rear up in frustration.
Tara withdrew her hand and placed it flat on Fay's stomach. "Someone's getting keen," she giggled. "I haven't even started with you, lovely." She kissed her again and her body subsided obediently. They made love for another minute or two before Tara realised that she was crushing her partner. "I'll give you some air." She rolled to her right, landing on the rim of the sofa. Fay caught her before she fell off and dragged her into her arms.
