Twelve years, and a lifetime ago.
I lay back on the bed, as above me my lover, and the love of my life went down on me, tantalisingly just above my face, and just out of reach, her open pussy, so pink and perfect. And wet. Her outer labia's open to reveal that her inner labia were darker than the outer. I gazed up in wonder at it, it was a beautiful sight, one that I would never become tired of looking at. She sucked my clit, her thumb pulling the protective hood back. Fuck she was good, too good I sometimes thought, though not for long. So good.
"Oh, fuck Emma, that is soo good babe!" breathed, then turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, sucking gently on the tender skin, though not enough to mark it, although I was tempted.
I lifted my head, trying to reach the promised land, and do for her what she was doing for me, but she moved upwards just enough that I couldn't reach, unless I pulled her down onto my face, and she knew it, knew I wouldn't do that, well not yet anyway.
"Jesus, fuck, I am going to cum, oh fuck yes," I began.
That had been a mistake, she immediately stopped what she was doing, but put her tongue into the opening of my vagina. I groaned in frustration, as she giggled softly, knowing we had all afternoon until it was time for us to go out and celebrate one last time before we all went to Uni. Me and Laura were going to Durham together, and were in the same halls, until we got our own place. Three years of bliss. Then we'd travel and end up getting married somewhere romantic like Zanzibar, well it sounded romantic.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as she nibbled my clit, a prelude to beginning again. She could play the game all day, and all night, and so could I. Again, I wondered at my good fortune to have her in my life. We'd been all through school together, been friends before we hesitatingly became lovers. Hesitating because we didn't want to destroy our friendship. I had been bi, but now was a one-woman girl. Laura had never been with a boy; she was so shy. I was her first and her last she would tell me, and I knew that she meant it, with all her heart, and her heart was as warm as it was big.
"Noooo!" I yelled, as yet again she had edged me, her favourite game, one she never tired of playing.
Four years later.
"Get up slut!" He shouted.
I opened my eyes, as this day's nightmare began. The nightmare that was four years old and would never end. I struggled out of bed, with its thin mattress and threadbare blanket. My day would follow the same pattern as always, cold shower, then apply my makeup. At least there was a toilet. Dress in a slip dress, no panties unless it was my monthly, cheap shoes, with a three-inch heel if I was lucky, six inches if not. I ate the slice of toast that would be my breakfast.
Except today was different.
"Grab your stuff, you're moving."
That was it, no explanation, you're going. Going where? They wouldn't tell me, even if they knew, which I doubted. I knew where I wasn't going, and that was home. I was never going home, I given up on that dream long ago.
We travelled in a van, no windows. There were three of us, the Ukrainian girl, and the tall one from Chad and me. Our common language was French, although Olga spoke English, Ute didn't. So, we stuck to French. An hour later we arrived at our destination, a large warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
"Out!"
We were led in, I'd been here before, not this place, this situation, just knew it.
"Strip to your heels," we were instructed. We all knew the score and made our hasty farewells. Ute went first, then Olga. Finally, it was my turn.
It was a small stage, but a big hall, packed with would be buyers. And I was for sale, again. This was my third auction. I didn't care if I was sold for a lot, or not. Fuck them. Then of course I knew that the more someone paid for me the better potentially I'd be treated. That had worked so well last time, not!
The bidding had begun, the auctioneer talking up my attributes and skills. What he didn't say was that I was a lesbian and hated penetrative sex, just my luck that, that was what they wanted. But I was twenty-two, going on twenty-three, English, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Big tits, they liked my tits, last time I was measured I was 36D, but I'd lost weight with my last owner, well still my owner until the hammer came down. I didn't know what currency they were using, but two hundred and ten thousand had been the last bid. The auctioneer did his job, and another twenty was added before the hammer went down.
"Sold to the online bidder," he announced.
I was led away, my tattooed number checked again. Then I waited, while the money was transferred from somewhere, to somewhere else. I began to wonder if there had been a cock up when they came for me.
"You fuck around girl, and I'll throw you out of the plane myself, understand?"
"I get it, and I'll be good," telling the idiot I understood, knowing too that no one would throw me out of any plane, unless they had over two hundred and thirty somethings to repay my price to whoever. I sometimes wondered if any of these people actually went to school.
The plane was one of those private jets, the ones that racing drivers have, or pop stars. I wondered if a pop star had brought me, some of those were gay. I'd settle for bi. We soared high as we left the private airport, looking out of the window I got a sense of where we'd been, the coast of the Netherlands is pretty distinctive. We banked and then headed south. Some rivers, perhaps the Somme. I'd done the battlefields tour in year ten with Emma. I wondered where she was right now, I prayed she'd escaped what I hadn't. She was clever, given half a chance she'd slip away, I was sure. If only I knew she was safe I could endure anything.
We flew south and a little to the west I think, the coast came into sight, Biscay? I thought so. After five hours, and two inflight meals we landed. The north coast of Africa? Morocco probably, but I wasn't sure. What I was sure of was that the dry African heat hit me like a blast furnace as soon as I stepped off the plane. I would say, I've never been near a blast furnace. I was ushered directly into an airconditioned Merc SUV and driven away, towards the ocean, a swim in the sea, that would be heaven, they could fuck me in the arse for a swim in the sea, and I'd not complain. The last time....
Five years ago.
"Come on in Em, it's fantastic!" I called her.
"Nah, I am good," she replied applying sunscreen to her gorgeous body.
I tore my eyes away, and dived in, then swam ten rapid metres before I dare to look back at her. She'd taken her top off, and was rubbing sunscreen into her white boobs, then she turned giving me, and the rest of the beach a view of her oh so perfect bum atop those long, elegant legs. I again wondered if she knew the effect, she had on me. Like she knew I was bi, which had never bothered her since I came out. And now I had ten days in Greece with her, I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep my hands to myself. Ok so my parents were here as well, no way hers would have let her along without them being here. What they didn't know was that my parents were cool I'd come to realise, well for parents.
I came out of the water, stood next to her, sea water dripping on her prone gorgeousness. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself, so yes, I checked her out. I'd fancied her forever; she was my friend. My bestie, and that was the reason I was standing drooling, and not jumping all over her.
"Yor should take your top off, or you'll have white bits," she said looking up at me over the top of her sunglasses.
I reached behind me, pulled the string, and then tossed it. "The bottoms as well?" I asked.
"If you like, here," she said handing me the blue bottle of nivea.
I applied it, then realised, she was checking me out ......
Now I was conflicted, she was my BFF, did she want more, I did, but not at any cost.
I lay down beside her, our hands almost touching, then she reached across, and held my hand, not unusual. I squeezed hers, then turned over onto my side, facing her. She smiled. I propped myself on one arm, then leant forward, and hesitated. She smiled again, but said nothing, then raised her head, and she kissed my lips, she paused, we parted. Then I couldn't stop myself, I kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, her mouth opened, just a little, but enough, my tongue was in her mouth for the first time, her arm around my head, pulling me onto her, as our tongues danced....
"We're there," my escort announced, breaking unwelcomed into my thoughts, and memories. I looked out through the tinted window, to see what I assumed would be my new home. The house was walled, but overlooking the ocean, and what a view. A blue ocean, with white capped rollers which crashed against rocks somewhere below where we were.
My new owner came as a surprise, a she not a him. At my age anyone over thirty seemed old, so she was old, but I didn't know how old, not then. She seemed nice, but that didn't mean she was. I stripped as instructed, she looked at me like a she was buying a horse. I endured as I'd learnt to do.
"She'll do, take her and get her cleaned, bring her to me after dinner, dismissed."
My escort bowed to her, then led me away, the introductions over.
My new Mistress spread her legs, revealing her smooth pussy, and her pierced clit hood, above which a concentric circle tattooed in black, but now slightly faded. I didn't need a written invitation, and knelt before her, bending my head, then kissing my way, alternating from inner thigh to inner thigh, until I reached my goal, and her intended target. Then I used all my skills. After all you can only make a good first impression once. My tongue immediately busy, imagining it was Emma here, and not this ....
"Mmm, you are good," she murmured, leaning back, and thus giving me greater access, and in the process revealing her rosebud. An invitation, or an unspoken command, either way my tongue swept across it.
