Summer's End (9 page)

She slipped in another finger and thrust harder and Marianne had to dig her nails deep into the flesh of Emily’s shoulders to hold on, to not be floored by the sheer force of the tiny movements inside of her.
 

“Oh,” she moaned as the flicks of Emily’s fingers inside of her seemed to magnify and spread pleasure throughout her body. “Oh yes.”

Emily’s eyes were on her when she came with a loud gasp. Marianne witnessed how they grew wide as the walls of her pussy clamped around Emily’s fingers.

They were silent while Emily gently removed her fingers and Marianne let her body collapse onto the bed—freed and satisfied.

“That was…” Emily still looked down at her, seemingly unable to tear her gaze away. “I don’t know. Probably the most amazing thing ever.”

“The eloquence of today’s youth continues to baffle me.” Marianne pulled Emily close for a kiss. She smelled herself when she let her tongue slide between Emily’s lips.

“Objection,” Emily murmured into her mouth. “Sometimes it’s perfectly all right to be stumped for words.”

“I could stay here all day,” Marianne said.

“Then do.” Emily nuzzled her neck. “It’s your birthday and it’s your house. You can do whatever you want.”

And for the first time in years, Marianne felt as if she could.

EMILY

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are with your tight t-shirts and aloof air?” They sat in the shade by the pool. Marianne had called in both of her helpers and instructed them to take care of business today.

“Excuse me?” Marianne’s smile had certainly grown wider—as opposed to her t-shirts—and her mannerisms more inviting. Emily had believed her to be quite attractive from the moment they’d met, but now, when she sat with one leg slung over the other, her upper body jammed into a faded black Blondie t-shirt—no bra—and her hair wet from the shower, she looked stunning.

“I don’t think you realise how hot you are, so I thought I should tell you.” Emily shot her a grin.

“How terribly nice of you.” Marianne lifted her sunglasses onto the top of her head. The traces of last night’s tears had disappeared and her skin glowed with renewed vigour.

“I just wouldn’t want you to feel old and unattractive because you’re officially over forty now.” She knew she was rambling, making silly conversation to avoid being alone with her thoughts. She felt she had inadvertently stumbled onto someone important here at The Red Lodge, and although her flight back to Bangkok and then to Heathrow wasn’t until next Monday—two more nights with Marianne—a sense of dread had already taken root.

She could hardly start talking about the future with Marianne after two orgasms together, nor could she claim to have fallen head-over-heels in love—not out loud anyway—so she had resorted to teasing her.

“No need to worry about that.” Marianne kicked the side of her foot against Emily’s ankle under the table. “But thanks, anyway.”

“Do you know what else we should do for your birthday?” Emily felt like a hyperactive child, but she couldn’t stop herself. She scanned Marianne’s face for any signs of annoyance, but was only met with tenderness and those smouldering brown eyes.

“What?”
 

“Get positively plastered.” Emily couldn’t think of any other way to chase away the malaise in her gut. Well, she could, because what she really wanted to do was take Marianne back to bed, but maybe this morning had just been a one-off for her. Emily didn’t really believe that herself, but she couldn’t be certain. Also, with last night’s confession still fresh on her mind, she felt she needed to let Marianne take the lead.

Marianne regarded her intently. “Okay,” she said after a while. “But not here.”

Emily had not expected Marianne to agree with her proposal so quickly.

“Let me arrange something. I know the perfect place.” She shot up out of her chair, squeezed Emily’s knee—a gesture that melted her core like an ice-cube left in the sun—and headed inside.

An hour later they sat on a towel on a tiny deserted beach, dropped off by Dao’s husband who was a taxi driver with the promise to pick them up after sunset, and a cooler full of beer by their side.

In London, Emily always drank wine, but in Asia it was often expensive and nothing tasted better than a cool beer after an afternoon in the scorching hot sun.

“If we’re lucky, it’ll be just us all day.” Marianne grinned at her. “A bikini top is not required and skinny dipping is allowed.”

“Let’s drink to that.” Emily took a swig from her beer. It tasted even better today.

“Let me set up this umbrella first and rub some sunscreen on your skin. Three months here doesn’t make it less British.”

Emily took off her tank and bikini top, lay down on her belly, and waited for the cool lotion to be applied to her sensitive skin.

“You’re a proper little madam, aren’t you?” Marianne joked as she straddled her behind. “How many nannies and servants did you grow up with?”

Emily didn’t want to think about her childhood, nor home. She just wanted to focus on Marianne’s hands on her skin. Just being near her aroused her to the point that her bikini bottoms felt drenched all the time.

Marianne made light work of protecting Emily’s back from the sun, leaving Emily a little disappointed, until she instructed her to turn around. Marianne lifted her bodyweight off Emily so she could flip her body and lie on her back.

When Marianne sat back down and squirted sun lotion in the palms of her hands, Emily’s nipples perked up at the mere sound of it.
 

“All these foreigners think they can come here and enjoy the beach all day without protection.” Marianne started with Emily’s shoulders, her touch to-the-point but gentle enough to be a big turn-on. “Then they go back to their hotel in the evening and find their skin full of blisters.” Her hands trailed along the sides of Emily’s breasts. “Not a pretty sight, I tell you.”

What was a pretty sight was watching Marianne from below, her arms strong as she moved her hands along Emily’s torso. They ran upwards from her belly to her nipples and stayed there, pinching hard.

“I owe you a slow fuck, I believe.” Marianne squeezed her nipples again. “Have you ever done it on a pristine Thai beach, Emily?” A small smile played around Marianne’s lips. “It’s glorious.” She seemed possessed by a new spirit. Someone free and confident and ready to conquer the world. Emily didn’t care so much about that world conquering though, as it was mainly herself, her aching, wanting body, that wanted to be conquered over and over again.

She shook her head. She hadn’t come to Asia looking for physical enlightenment, but she had a feeling she was about to encounter it.

MARIANNE

Marianne leaned sideways and grabbed an ice cold bottle of water from the cooler. She spilled some on her hands to wash them off as well as the primitive method allowed, then glanced over at Emily’s shimmering chest.

Suppressing a grin, she turned her attention back to Emily and slowly, let a few drops of cold water crash down on her nipple. It only intensified the blazing fire in her gaze. She seemed to be down for everything, the recklessness of youth still so present in her soul. Marianne could vaguely remember what it had been like for her back in the day, the excitement of the first time, the anticipation of meeting her first lover—the memory was there somewhere, but just like everything else that would have allowed for careless reminiscing which, in turn, could have caused a ripple of joy to run through her body, she’d buried it somewhere in the back of her mind.

She repeated the process on Emily’s other nipple. Emily squirmed a little, her mouth half-open and her breath already being expelled in chopped gusts. Marianne shot her a sly smile, squinting against the reflecting sun on the water behind Emily. She scrambled backwards a bit and let a few freezing drops of water crash down on the panel of Emily’s bikini bottoms.

“You’re so wet,” she said and disposed of the bottle.

Emily looked at her defiantly, as if to say it was all Marianne’s fault and she’d better do something about it. Marianne had every intention of doing so. She hoisted her t-shirt over her head and flung it away, not caring where it landed, and stripped off her bikini top before tumbling down onto Emily, their nipples joining in a layer of sunscreen.

Their kiss was instantly deep and passionate, as if there was no more room for mucking about. This was serious, and it showed in the way their lips met.

But how serious could it really be? This was all very idyllic, this fooling around on a deserted beach, but, at its heart—despite the consequences it had on Marianne’s wounded psyche—it was nothing but a holiday romance. It had no potential of becoming anything because in a few days Emily would be leaving. And then what? Back to being a recluse? Now that she’d had a glimpse of the real world—the one with real feelings and connections—Marianne wasn’t sure she could go back. Still, Emily would be gone. She pushed the thought away. She’d had a lot of practice in doing that.

“Turn around and face the ocean,” Marianne whispered. “I want you to see it when I fuck you.”
 

Emily’s breath seemed to stop for a split second when she heard Marianne say the word ‘fuck’. Marianne didn’t figure it was her pronunciation of the word ‘ocean’ that had that effect. She rolled off Emily so she could swivel around and face the impossible blue of the Pacific just after midday.

“It’s gorgeous,” she said, an almost pained expression on her face. “But I only have eyes for you.” Her hands reached for the back of Marianne’s neck and she pulled her on top of her.
 

Sand grated between their bodies, mixing with sweat and sunscreen, but it all didn’t matter. Marianne knew exactly how she wanted Emily. She pushed herself up and started yanking her bikini off.

“Take them off,” she instructed Emily. “And come here.”

She watched Emily struggle out of her knickers, her coordination obviously hindered by lust and anticipation. Marianne felt it too, that surge in her blood, that uplifting of her spirit, the wetness between her legs, and what could be more beautiful on this planet, she wondered?

She kneeled on the towel and waited for Emily to crawl closer.

“You,” she said, when Emily had reached her destination, on her knees opposite Marianne, “are so good for me.”

“Jesus,” Emily hissed, as if Marianne had just spoken the most erotic words in history, knocking the wind out of her. The following kiss was not a gentle one, it was ravenous, and teeth sank into lips, tongues slipped deep and that’s how Marianne knew that this, this very thing happening in front of her eyes—happening to her—would not be something she could walk away from easily.

“I’m going to fuck you,” she whispered in Emily’s ear, “and I want you to do the exact same thing to me.

Emily nodded, not a hint of insecurity displayed on her face.

Marianne dug her nails into the flesh of Emily’s behind, feeling her close, needing her.

It wasn’t as if she’d expected anything else, but when one hand traveled to Emily’s front, she was astounded by the copious wetness she found between her legs. Marianne had to restrain herself from not plunging in immediately, but she waited for Emily to mirror her movement with her opposite hand. She wanted them to do this together, stroke for stroke.

Marianne let her finger run along Emily’s slithering pussy lips, then circled them wide around her clit. When Emily did the same to her, it caused her knees to buckle, but she engaged her core and stayed strong. She could fall apart later.

She let one finger slip between Emily’s folds, more probing than thrusting, and to feel a woman in that way again, oh god, tears were already stinging in the corner of her eye.

Emily moaned into her ear, her other hand on Marianne’s back for support. And Marianne had truly been convinced that she had banned this kind of closeness from her life for a good reason, but she failed to see it now.

Marianne pulled Emily’s head back gently because she wanted to see her face during every second of this act of… of what?
 

She ignored the question by burying her finger deep inside of Emily’s pussy. She just made out the expression of pure bliss on Emily’s face before her own air supply was briefly cut off when Emily’s finger entered her.

They stared into each other’s eyes as they found a rhythm, one of them pulling back as the other thrust deep. Marianne found Emily’s clit with her thumb every time she retreated and stroked it gently to the pace at which she fucked her.

Emily, an excellent sapphic student, did the same to her and was bringing her to the brink rapidly. Gusts of breath rushed out of her lungs at irregular intervals. The fire started beneath her stomach and spread quickly, incapacitating her weakening muscles, and all the while, her fingers—two now—stroked the inside of Emily’s velvety soft pussy.

And then it was too much. With a whimper and a loud sigh—almost a cry—Marianne came on Emily’s fingers just as Emily sighed a loud sigh of relief into her ear.

They crashed onto the towel together, smiling but wordlessly, and Marianne pulled Emily close, as close as she possibly could, because how could she not hold on to that?

EMILY

They’d rinsed off in the sea, re-applied sunscreen—in a chaste way, satiated for now—and sat sipping beer in the shade of the umbrella. Emily tried to appear calm on the outside, but on the inside a whirlwind of emotions slowly started bubbling to the surface.

“Are you having a good birthday?” They’d barely spoken, as if the earlier moment of blind passion could only be revered by muteness.

The smile Marianne shot her was crooked, a bit withdrawn maybe. “I think you know that.” She had pulled her knees up and curled her arms around them, as if her body needed protecting from something invisible.

“Was that really your definition of a slow fuck?” Sometimes, Emily had no control over what she said and the words just gushed out. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she said it.

Marianne chuckled and shook her head. “Somehow, there’s no going slow with you.”

Emily could relate. The urgency that rushed through her the instant they touched was staggering. “Maybe… in time.”