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Prologue
Long before her relationships with Jen and Penny, before being traumatised by the lesbian orgies, before the difficulties at work with some of her colleagues, and before overcoming her commitment fears, Rebecca and her two best friends had just finished at University. After graduating with good degrees, Sasha, Emma and Rebecca had planned a fun trans-Atlantic trip to the United States, to relax and blow away the cobwebs of months-worth of revision.
The three girls were such opposites in so many of their traits, Sasha a strong-willed leader, Emma head-strong but caring and compassionate, and Rebecca shy and delicate. However, the three girls worked so well together never had a cross-word with one-another, and were so looking forward to their two weeks together travelling across America.
Chapter 1: New York Clubbing
The music beat loudly through the speakers, and Rebecca felt the vibrations echoing through her body. Holding a glass of vodka and red bull, the latest in a long line of drinks that evening, she smiled and took a nervous sip. Looking across the dance floor, she saw Sasha slow-dancing in the arms of the latest New York guy to take a great interest in the pretty English brunette. Craning her neck round to look behind her, she saw Emma at the bar. Emma had only popped to the bar for another round of drinks, but like Sasha, she had drawn attention from a few guys already. And she’d now been over there for 10 minutes, Rebecca could see that she was laughing and giggling with the guy who’d taken her fancy in the queue for drinks. “No doubt she’ll be having a drink or two purchased for her”, thought Rebecca. Though not that Rebecca was worried at missing out, she was already feeling very light-headed herself. The three had only landed in New York that lunch-time from their direct flight from the UK, the first leg of their United States holiday, as they celebrated finishing University with a much-deserved trip together. Rebecca was exhausted from the trans-Atlantic travel anyway, but they had wanted to make the most of their holiday so had been advised on a trip to Provocateur, the famous New York celeb-hangout nightclub, and the place to go for a fun night out and to dance.
The curly auburn-haired girl opposite Rebecca was gently stroking her hand as they softly swayed and danced in time to the music. She smiled at Rebecca again. “So what do you think, babe, wanna come out on to the balcony with me?” Rebecca blushed, and the auburn-headed girl giggled at her. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to” she teased. Rebecca looked around the club again. Her two friends were both deeply engaged in being chatted up by their respective New York male suitors. “They’re both making the most of their holiday” she thought to herself, “why shouldn’t I”? She took a deep breath, to settle her nerves. “Okay then, you lead the way”.
Earlier that day, Rebecca shifted uncomfortably in her economy-class seat on the flight over to Newark. Over half way in to the flight now, but her ears ached from the cabin pressure, and from the headphones pressing against them. She’d tried to get a bit of sleep, but couldn’t drift off. She shifted her pillow, leaning it against the side-wall, and tried to relax, but it was no use, she couldn’t get comfy. Looking across the row, her two best-friends were both fast-asleep. Sasha in the middle-seat, with a copy of Cosmo resting on her lap, Emma in the aisle-seat, feet tucked under her bottom, head resting against the travel air-pillow she’d brought in preparation. Resigned to getting no more sleep for the rest of the flight, Rebecca reached over and picked up the magazine from Sasha’s lap, and began to idly thumb through it.
Finally, the flight was nearly at an end. Rebecca looked out of the window, and saw the iconic Statue of Liberty down below. She nudged Sasha next to her, and Sasha stirred from her shallow sleep, and the two cooed at the iconic landscape below them. Their post-University graduation vacation had well and truly begun.
Wearily, the three girls made their way off the plane, through the maze of Newark Airport, past passport control and finally they fell in to a New York taxi, giving the driver the details of their Manhattan hotel. They had splashed out for the first three nights of their vacation, which would be spent in the Big Apple, and the second they opened the hotel door to their 2-bedroom suite they instantly fell in love with the apartment. From the art-deco décor to the beautiful mirrors and light-fittings to the heavenly-soft king-size beds, the three marvelled at their outstanding choice of venue to begin their American adventure. After resting and recovering from the flight for a few hours in the new, luxurious surroundings, the three planned the rest of their day. It was already 3pm, 8pm UK time by their own body-clocks, and they were very hungry. The three headed out of the hotel, and fell in to a small deli on the corner of the next street away from their hotel. Sitting at a booth in the window, the three girls perused the menu, deciding upon various classic American sandwiches each, a Reuben, a Club and a Grilled cheese, between them.
Their waitress wandered over to their table to take the girls’ order. “Hey, I’m Rose, I’ll be your waitress today” said the pretty, auburn-haired girl. The three gave their sandwich orders to Rose. “Heyyy, you’re English” she cooed. “You all here on vacation?” They nodded, and told Rose that they had literally just arrived a couple of hours ago. “Ahhh, well you’ve got here for the best night, Saturday nights are amazing” she boasted. “What are your plans for tonight?”
Sasha replied that they didn’t have any plans at the moment, and were open to suggestions. “Ohh, you should come down to Provocateur, it’s the best club on the island” Rose told them. She fished in to her apron, and pulled out three squares of paper. “Its kinda difficult to get in, the door staff can be really strict if you’re not on the guest list, but my brother is one of the warm up DJs, so I get a few tickets. These should get you in, no problems”. She passed the 3 tickets to Rebecca, who was sitting closest to her. Rose’s hand lingered ever so slightly as Rebecca took the tickets, their finger-tips softly touching one another. “Aww, wow thank you” said Emma. “That is so kind of you”. “I’ll go and get the chef to fix up your order” Rose smiled, and disappeared in to the back.
The three friends sat and chatted and giggled with one another, enjoying the start of their 2 week vacation together, travelling around some of the most famous US cities together and seeing the sites. It was the first time for all three girls in America, and they were determined to enjoy themselves. Rose came back across with the girls’ sandwiches, but the Deli had gotten busy over the intervening 10 minutes, so there was no time for her to stop and chat more. Having hungrily dug in to each of their sandwiches, the three girls devoured their late lunch / late-night supper, depending on whether they followed the time of their surroundings or their own internal body-clocks, still regimentedly on GMT. As the girls were getting ready to pay the bill and head out, Rose came back across to their table. “Hope you enjoyed it” she said, as she took the money. “It was great, thanks” replied Sasha, before adding “Thank you so much again for the tickets. Will you be there tonight?” “Sure” replied Rose. “Well definitely come and say hello if you see us, we’ll get you a drink to say thank you” added Emma. Rose smiled again. Looking across at the three girls, and lingering as her eyes met Rebecca’s. “Will do”.
The three decided to leave the sight-seeing for the following day, and headed back to their luxurious hotel suite. After a few hours of cat-napping on the soft as silk king-size beds, they got up and got ready for their night out, courtesy of the tickets that Rose gave them. Once showered and time seemingly endlessly spent preparing themselves in front of the beautiful mirrors, the girls finally were ready to hit the club. A taxi was easily hailed from outside their hotel, which took the three of them directly to Provocateur. Rose had been right, there was a long queue snaking its way outside the club, but they had been able to by-pass that with the tickets she had given to them. Once inside, they made their way to the bar, and began to get merry and chatty with the locals after a few drinks.
Rose spotted the one English girl she’d given tickets to at the bar, chatting to a few guys. She cast her eye across the dance floor, and saw another of the English girls, slow dancing with more guys, but she hadn’t seen the third yet. The one she really wanted to see. Finally, looking toward the edge of the dance-floor, she found her, looking gorgeous in a summery dress. There was no-one with her, so Rose wandered across to her earlier customer. She tapped Rebecca on the elbow, and the two embraced. After 15 minutes of small-talk, Rose finding out all about her new-friend and her life back in the UK, they took to the dance floor, and swayed gently in time to the music. Rose had been trying to sus out Rebecca, her situation, her preferences, “She must be, she just must be…” Rose had told herself. So she rested her hand upon Rebecca’s. She stroked gently up Rebecca’s arm as they swayed. “I can get on to the balcony, thanks to my brother, it’s really quiet and you get wonderful views across Manhattan” she said. “Would you like to come?”.
Rose led Rebecca over to the velvet rope that stood in front of the doorway to the outside balcony. She flashed the bouncer there her delicate, perfect smile, and he let the two through. Out on the balcony, Rose held Rebecca’s hand. She brushed Rebecca’s hair out away from her face. The two stared deeply in to one another’s eyes. Rose leaned forward, her head tilting slightly. Rebecca tilted the opposite way, and the two kissed one another passionately, a lingering, lasting kiss. Their tongues darted and swayed, probing one another, melting together in to one sensual whole. They broke away, Rose giggling, Rebecca blushing, covering her eyes with her palms. “I don’t know what…. What happened…. I mean, I’m not even…. “ she stuttered back to her New York companion. Rose giggled again, and stoked her hand. “I mean, maybe I thought,…. I dunno…. How did you even know” Rebecca blurted out, not able to form a proper sentence, her mind racing, her heart pounding.
Rose held her hand and giggled again. She leaned in, and the two kissed again, for longer this time, totally uninterrupted, in total privacy. Rose’s hand snaking down, beneath the thin fabric of Rebecca’s summer dress, caressing her oh so very English pale thighs, massaging and squeezing them so softly, all the while looking in to the eyes of her English companion for assurances. Rebecca’s eyes sparkled and danced with intense excitement as Rose’s fingers caressed and massaged her. After half an hour of kissing and caressing, the two girls fell in to one another, giggling. “How did you know…” asked Rebecca again, still not totally sure herself of what exactly she was asking, but desperate to understand how this girl, who she met a matter of hours ago, seemingly knew her better than she even knew herself. “I don’t know really, it’s just a sense….. but you definitely are” laughed Rose.
“Ohhh god, I’ve been gone ages, they’ll be worried” Rebecca said, flustered. The two girls wandered back in to the dance floor, and found Emma and Sasha with a group of guys. “Hey Becs, where’ve you been?” asked Sasha. “Sorry, my fault, I wanted to show her the views on the balcony” replied Rose. Rebecca giggled. Their American adventure had most definitely begun.
Chapter 2: A Boston Tea-Party
Sasha rested her head back down on to the firm pillow. Her senses all heightened due to the blindfold over her eyes blocking out all light. She arched her back, unable to separate her legs with the leather belt wrapped tightly around her ankles, completely fastening them together. She felt the cool but firm leather rubbing against her ankles. Her wrists similarly tied together, this time with a silk neck tie. The fabric of the silk tie much softer on her wrists. Straining to hear, she lay in silence, taking in any sound she could possibly hear. She thought she heard the floor boards outside the bedroom creaking, but there was no sound of the door opening. She lay there, in anticipation, in suspense, waiting for the guy she’d met to return to the bedroom. She lay there on the firm bed, waiting and waiting, five minutes passed, until finally she heard the door handle open. Sasha felt a hand trailing over her stomach, soft fingertips tickling her skin, tracing up toward her ample breasts, circling her let nipple, until a firm hand gripped her neck, and a hard, passionate kiss planted upon her mouth. “Open wide” a gruff voice rasped out to her…
The three girls had known each other since starting their secondary school experience together, aged 11. They had made friends instantly, on the first day, as they were class-mates, and had immediately struck-up a friendship. Sasha, even at the age of 11, was a natural leader, and took on the role of the matriarch figure in the class friendship. And the three girls had grown closer and closer as their lives developed.
Sasha had taken her role as the group’s unofficial leader very seriously, and had always tried to look after her friends. Emma was a strong character, and Sasha knew she could usually look after herself, but Rebecca had always been much more quiet, reserved and shy. Sasha had always tried to look after her friend, standing-up for her when Rebecca needed it, and always making sure Rebecca was okay. And this had continued throughout school, university and now on their American holiday. Sasha had noticed on that night out in the New York club that after 20 minutes of dancing with a couple of cute guys, she couldn’t find her friend for a few moments. She had cursed herself for not getting Becs to come over to the group sooner to dance, but she then saw Rebecca, with the waitress from earlier in the day walking back towards them. She smiled to herself, “Ahh, she’s fine” she mused.
The girls had spent the following three days exploring New York and all of it’s famous sights and sounds. Sight-seeing trips around Central Park, up the Empire state building, visiting the statue of liberty. The Rockafeller centre, Ellis Island and of course Times Square. But their fun New York adventure was drawing to a close, and the three packed up their belongings from their luxury New York hotel suite, and made their way to Central station, to catch a train to their second destination, Boston. Rebecca had been responsible for booking the majority of the New York leg, but Boston had been Sasha’s responsibility to book. As they sat on the train, making its way across New England, the girls chatted and giggled, discussing the holiday, the people they’d met, the fun they’d had together. Finally arriving in Boston, they dragged their suitcases across the platform and through the station, and in to the first taxi they could find.
Their hotel in Boston was much more modest compared to the extravagant New York suite, but it was certainly cheaper – they couldn’t afford that extravagance for the entire trip. Although quite tired, the three wanted to explore, so they spent the afternoon wandering around the harbour and bay areas, filling up on New England chowder and sourdough bread rolls. They ended up in a pretty, quaint and old-fashioned tea room, close to their hotel. Still full from their chowder, the three just ordered a pot of tea between them, and reflected on the sight-seeing on their first day. The plans for the evening though had been arranged way before. Sasha knew a guy from her Uni course, Jamie, a Boston native who’d come over to the UK for the girls’ second year at Uni, as a part of his year abroad studying. Sasha had always got on well with Jamie, they’d had a bit of a crush, but it had never gone any further than a few snogs in the students union bar when Jamie was over in England, as he’d left behind a girlfriend back home, and Sasha had always got one guy or another taking her out for dates. However, having not seen him for just over a year, Sasha was keen to get re-acquainted Jamie, so had asked if her two friends would mind if they split up for the night. Emma and Rebecca were only too keen to help, and so when the three headed back to the apartment, Emma and Rebecca were preparing themselves for an evening meal in the hotel bar, and then a few quiet drinks, sharing a bottle of wine together. Whilst Sasha readied herself for a night out with Jamie, in one of the bars that he’d suggested meeting her in. After beautifying herself in front of the bathroom mirror for an age, Sasha emerged from the bathroom, to wish her friends a nice evening.
“Ohh, Sash, you look stunning” smiled Rebecca. “Yeah, he’ll be so pleased to see you” added Emma. “Thanks, right, I’ll see you both later on then” replied Sasha. “Or tomorrow morning” teased Emma. The two of them wished Sasha a great night, before going downstairs to the bar, and ordering a bottle of white, and pizza for Emma, Caesar salad for Rebecca. Rebecca had decided that she would tell Emma about her incident with Rose in the club, a few nights previously. They were best friends, and she felt she could share it with her. “Emma, in the club in New York, I… I snogged…” but mid-sentence she panicked. What if Emma reacted awkwardly, what if it ruined things between them. “Go on, who” prompted Emma excitedly. “… I snogged one of Rose’s friends” Rebecca replied, lying. “Oh, you should have said on the night, good for you” smiled Emma. “So, what was he like?”. And so, Rebecca proceeded to make up a description for her fake beau, and Emma made all the right encouraging noises back to her friend.
Sasha had met up with Jamie, as planned, at a small bar in Boston. Jamie had come straight from work; the new job he had got just after finishing his Uni course, so was dressed in a suit and tie. The two had ordered food, several drinks, and spent the first couple of hours catching up with one another, discussing mutual friends and mutual enemies from the university course, and what each had been doing in the past year, since they had saw one another. The conversation turned to relationships. Sasha said that she was completely single again, having split with her latest boyfriend a few weeks before they had travelled across the Atlantic for their American holiday. Jamie said that he too was single, having split up from his girlfriend six months previously.
The two moved on to a dance club, and carried on drinking there. The conversations had moved on from relationships and to sex. Sasha, a little drunk, and feeling more forward and confident even for her, asked Jamie “So how come me and you, never, you know, hooked up back in England?”. Jamie smiled. “I like some pretty intense things” he said. “A lot of it suited to girls who are a little less….. hmm… controlling”. Sasha looked at him, intently. She knew that she could be damned stubborn and bossy at times, her friends could certainly provide plenty of evidence for that. She was intrigued by what Jamie had said though. “I can let go, I don’t have to be in charge all the time” Sasha protested. Jamie grinned. “That’ not the Sasha I remember” he said.
Sasha pouted. It was a trick she’d learned at a very young age to get her way, although it only really seemed to reinforce Jamie’s point here. She was still trying to dictate an agenda although now by a passive-aggressive manner. Jamie looked at Sasha, she was clearly brooding about his comments about her being very controlling. He grabbed a handful of her long, silken brunette hair and pulled her head backwards slightly, positioning her perfectly for him. He leaned forward and kissed Sasha, a hard and deep kiss. Sasha was initially angry about having her hair, which she’d spent so long perfecting in the mirror before coming out, yanked by Jamie. But the kiss made her melt, as she felt herself finally able to let go a little, and surrender to somebody else.
After a minute or so of sensual, erotic kissing, Jamie broke off. He smiled again at her. “So, you think you’re ready to hook up with me?” he asked her. Sasha nodded. “You’d like to be tied up?” he added. “you want to be blindfolded?”. “Or spanked, or gagged, flogged, caned ?” Sasha’s eyes widened. She was trying to gauge whether Jamie was teasing her, or whether he really meant all this. His face and eyes were deadly serious. As he stared back in to Sasha’s eyes, Sasha could tell that he wanted this too. She thought about her two friends back at the hotel, what they would think if they knew that she was being proposed such a naughty evening. They would surely never think she could go through with something like this, not her, not Sasha. Not with all the bossiness and the need to be in control.
Sasha nodded again to Jamie. “I need you to say it, I need you to verbalise it for me” he whispered to her. “I want all that, I want to be blindfolded, tied, gagged and flogged” replied Sasha, so very faintly, her own words seeming almost like they’d come from someone else, someone distant. “Louder” added Jamie. “I want you to tie me, blindfold me, gag me and spank me” replied Sasha, this time louder, stronger.
Jamie smiled, and put his arm around Sasha as the two of them walked out of the club, and to the street, hailing a taxi. He loosened his tie, and sat back in the cab, his arm around Sasha. Giving the driver his address, they sped off in to the Boston night.
Chapter 3: San Francisco girls just wanna have fun
Rebecca could see her two best friends, still sitting, drinking and chatting in the group of girls that they’d gotten to know at the San Francisco hostel they were staying in. Down on the street, on the metal meshed chairs, sitting around the tables outside the café, sipping cocktails. She could even just about make out the half-drank glass of strawberry daiquiri that she had been happily enjoying ten minutes ago with them all. The bedroom she now found herself in was on the 5th floor of the apartment block opposite the street from the café that her friends were sat at. The soft sheets felt heavenly against her bare skin, and a sea-breeze gently blew in through the opened window, which she had been looking out of. The tall, slender black-haired woman laying next to her began to softly stroke over Rebecca’s shoulders, and down her arms. Gentle kisses were planted upon her neck and cheek, before the woman used her other hand to turn Rebecca’s head away from the direction of the window, and toward her, and kissing Rebecca firmly on the lips, biting down slightly on Rebecca’s lower lip, and tongue slipping inside Rebecca’s mouth. The woman’s hands began to caress all over Rebecca’s body, massaging her breasts, trailing downwards on to her tummy, and then lower. Rebecca felt hot breath on her most sensitive of areas, and threw her head back, half in nervous uncertainty, and half in sheer ecstasy. “How had all this unfolded in, like, ten minutes” she wondered to herself.
The remaining couple of days in Boston were spent completing their sight-seeing of the city and the local area. It had been a rainy couple of days, as it so often was in this part of the world; it wasn’t called New England solely for historical reasons! But the weather hadn’t deterred the girls, and they had thoroughly enjoyed their time on the East coast, in initially New York and latterly Boston. However, their time on the east coast had drawn to a conclusion, and they were looking forward to flying out to the west, and visiting San Francisco and Los Angeles.
As they settled down on to the long cross-country flight, the three quietly reflected upon their own personal experiences of the holiday so far. For Sasha, her thoughts were dominated by the night with Jamie. She had enjoyed it immensely at the time, although had decided against seeing him on the following two days. Sasha was trying to work out if she regretted that decision. For Emma, her mind went back to the first night out in New York, and the guy she had been chatted up by whilst in the queue at the bar. And for Rebecca, inevitably her thoughts were entirely filled with the encounter with Rose, out on the balcony. In truth, Rebecca had thought about little other than that, since the holiday began. After the two had returned to the group on the dance floor, Rebecca had quietly asked Rose to not mention anything to the other two. Rose smiled, as she had already guessed that this would be the plan.
The rest of that New York evening had been spent in a big group, dancing and drinking, having a fun time, with the three English girls, Rose, and a host of local guys. Rebecca had been able to catch Rose alone for a few minutes, and the two chatted. They had wanted to arrange a time that they could meet up with one another over the remainder of Rebecca’s stay in New York. But with the sight-seeing trips that they had already got planned and booked, as well as the shifts that Rose was working, plus a few other family commitments that Rose had, meant that there would be no other free time for the two of them to meet up. As the night drew to an end, Rose and Rebecca hung back.
“You can come back to my apartment” Rose told her. Rebecca thought for a while. “I don’t know what I could tell Sash and Emm” she replied. “I’m sorry, I really can’t”. Rose looked forlorn, but understood. “Okay, then I guess this is goodbye” said Rose. They hugged, and Rose departed, back for her apartment, whilst Rebecca headed back with her friends.
As Rebecca recalled that night, as they three of them sat on their long flight across from east coast to west, she felt a mixture of emotions. So incredibly pleased that she was able to meet Rose, and share the time that they had spent together, but so incredibly frustrated that she hadn’t been able to take that next step, and spend the night with Rose.
The three girls spent several hours catching up with sleep on their flight. But once the three had awoken, they began to make plans for their time in their first west coast stop, San Francisco. They had the usual tourist sights planned to see, San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island, the Crooked Street and the Botanical Gardens. Bust firstly, they needed to check in to their accommodation.
For San Francisco, they had chosen a cheaper hostel option. They had booked their own room with en-suite bathroom, but it enabled them to mingle with other travellers in San Francisco down in the communal areas of the hostel. After settling in to their modest accommodation, the three ventured downstairs and gradually got chatting to other groups of back-packing and travelling twenty-somethings. Most of the people staying were American, although there were several other brits, European and Australian travellers there too. The three struck up a close friendship with the group of four American girls staying in the room opposite theirs, and they had told Sasha, Emma and Rebecca that they were going to a little café-bar just down the street for the evening, and invited the three to join them.
After a quick rest to recuperate from their flight, and a shower, change of clothes and beautification of themselves, Sasha, Emma and Rebecca ventured out and toward the café-bar that the American girls had told them they would be at. Sure enough, they found the bar easily, and found their new friends sitting outside. The girls were drinking cocktails, they had arrived during happy hour, with all cocktail pitchers half price. This was music to the ears of the English trio, and so Rebecca and Emma ventured in to the bar to order cocktails by the pitcher for the table. They chose a strawberry daiquiri, a mojito and a sex on the beach, and carried the three pitchers, along with 7 ice-filled glasses, back to the table. As Rebecca walked back, behind Emma, she caught the eye of one of the other customers in the bar, a black-haired woman dressed in a skirt suit and tapping away on her laptop. The woman had been glancing over to the bar as the two girls were ordering, her ear drawn by their English accents. The woman smiled at Rebecca, and Rebecca smiled back to her.
Back outside, baking in the late summer sunshine, even at 7.30pm, the seven girls sipped their cocktails, laughing and joking with one another, sharing stories about their travels so far. Tips on places to visit, and places to eat at. Another couple of girls from the hostel all the way from Australia, travelling the west coast of America, stopped by to join them. Rebecca popped inside the bar again to get another couple of glasses. As she was about to head back outside, the black-haired woman who had been tapping away on her laptop gently pushed Rebecca in to a small side room. She shut the door behind them. “I saw you flirting with me” she proclaimed to Rebecca. The woman’s hands running over the thin fabric of Rebecca’s summer dress. “Do you like teasing gay women, is that your thing?” she insisted, as she pawed at Rebecca, leaning forward to kiss her. “I… I didn’t mean… I was just being friendly” protested Rebecca. The woman smiled again at her. “It’s Rebecca, isn’t it? I heard your friend call you that earlier”. Rebecca nodded. “So Rebecca, the question is, do I go outside to your friends, and tell them how you like to tease gay women here in San Francisco”.
Rebecca shook her head. “Please, no, don’t, I really didn’t mean to” she added. The woman smiled again. “So if you’re not a tease, then that means you’re happy to come back to my apartment then?”. Rebecca looked visibly flushed. “It’s just over the road there, look, see, the window 2nd from the right, on the fifth floor”. The woman ran her hand through Rebecca’s long blonde hair. She leant forward to kiss her again. After a few seconds, she broke away. “So, which is it to be, my apartment, or I go speak to your friends?” Rebecca looked up to the window. “Okay, I’ll come” she said. “Just give me a few moments to make an excuse to them”. The woman smiled at her. “Good girl. I should probably tell you my name before I ravish you, I’m Katriona”.
Rebecca went back over to the group, with the two extra glasses. “I just need to phone back home for a bit, and I’ve left my mobile at the hostel” she lied to her friends. “I’ll come with you Becs” said Sasha, still keen to protect her friend. “That’s okay, I won’t be long, you stay here and enjoy the half price daiquiris, I know they’re your favourite” replied Rebecca.
Fortunately, the entrance to the apartment block was out of site from the seats outside the bar. She managed to dip in to the apartment block unseen, and knocked on the door that Katriona had told her. Katriona answered the door to her, and showed Rebecca through to the bedroom. They stood together by the open window, looking down at the group of her friends. “See, you can still see them, there’s no trouble” smiled Katriona. “Now, undress”.
Lying in the bed, the soft sheets feeling so good against her skin, Rebecca admired Katriona’s beautiful body. Katriona was in her late thirties, her hair in a very neat pony tail, and her body toned through hard work at the gym. Her naked body was now writhing on top of Rebecca’s. Rebecca could see tattoos on Katriona’s back, across her neck shoulder blades, of an intricate Chinese piece of writing. There were also what looked like celtic tattoos down one of her arms, and a pretty little butterfly one on her hip. Rebecca tentatively kissed over the tattoo down Katriona’s arm.
She looked on the dressing table by the bed, and saw a selection of toys that Katriona had got ready for her arrival. A bright pink rampant rabbit lay there, along with a long, flesh coloured dildo that seemed to have two ends to it. Toys that in a few moments time would be used upon her body. Waves of pleasure gradually lapped at her body, as Katriona’s beautifully soft lips and tongue skilfully exploited every part of Rebecca’s body for their own mutual pleasures.
After 30 minutes of playing together, Rebecca realised how much time had passed by. “I need to get going, Kat, is that okay?” she asked. Katriona had also not noticed how much time had passed by. “Ohh, god, shit yeah, you’d best get going, my girlfriend will be home really soon”. “Girlfriend?” asked Rebecca. She glanced around the room. There were photos of Katriona with her partner on the walls, how had she not noticed these before, she thought. “So, what was all that downstairs, about me teasing you” asked Rebecca. “Ohh, hun, just a pick up line. I wasn’t really going to say anything to your friends” smiled Katriona. “Why, did you really think…?” she added, before giggling.
Rebecca ran around the room, gathering her things and getting dressed. Feelings rising inside her, about being “the other woman” in this relationship. Katriona watched as the petite English blonde ran around in a panic, getting herself dressed and ready to leave. Rebecca, finally re-dressed, stood in the bedroom. “Okay, I’m going” she said. Katriona smiled. She motioned to go but held back, for one more question. “Why me, why did you approach me, and not one of the others? Could you tell… I was… it is that obvious” she asked, still uncertain about saying the word “lesbian” in a sentence about herself. Katriona looked back at this confused blonde girl. “I just thought you were, or at least were curious, and I was right”. Katriona shrugged her shoulders, no knowing what else to tell Rebecca. “Yeah, okay, I guess” replied Rebecca, before finally adding “And, how was it. How was I?”. Katriona smiled again, you were okay, it was nice, we went well together” she said. Rebecca blushed, and left the apartment, back down to her friends. Katriona lay in the bed, still unable to quite believe that the encounter had happened. It hadn’t been just okay, or nice. It had absolutely blown her mind.
Chapter 4: Los Angeles – Love’s a game, wanna play ?
Emma stood nervously, not quite sure how to hold herself, how to position herself. Her feet planted at the bottom of the bed. She nervously glanced around the bedroom, seeing the beautifully decorated room, the old English oak matching four-poster bed behind her, chest of drawers pressed up against the wall and his and hers’ wardrobes in each of the recesses either side of the chimney breast. The fireplace itself having the most beautiful, ornate white marble carved design, the dominating feature of the bedroom.
The evening was a very warm one, it was past 2am, pitch-black outside, but still over 25 degrees Celcius. There was barely a breeze, so the room felt stiflingly hot. Emma stood, at the foot of the bed, naked, feeling beads of perspiration forming on her skin. And not just from the heat, as she nervously but excitedly trembled slightly. Emma looking down at her feet. She felt two pairs of eyes staring intently at her. She felt footsteps as one of her bedroom companions paces around the bed, looking at her glistening naked body. She became aware of another set of feet walking toward her, and stopping just in front of her. “Look up” came her instruction, in a deep, gruff voice. “Ohh, I definitely do approve” came a voice from behind her, in a beautifully soft, feminine tone. Emma took a deep breath, awaiting for the first touch.
Emma loved her two best friends dearly, but had often struggled to make herself heard amongst them. Sasha was such a strong character, that she sometimes didn’t quite realise how much she would hog the limelight, and deny her strong-willed friend the chance to shine. And Rebecca had developed an unfortunate knack of bouncing from one emotional crisis to another, which would so often require emotional support from the people around her. Emma had always done everything she could to help her friend in her times of need. But there came times when she almost felt invisible, when she felt like ‘the other one’ in the group of three friends. This was nonsense of course, because the other two had come to depend upon their friend so much, and would be distraught if they knew how she sometimes struggled to find her own niche in the group of three.
Emma was a beautifully slender five foot six, with dyed black hair, so elegantly framing her lightly-tanned face and delicate features. She had caught the west coast sunshine much more than her two companions, she had always tanned naturally and easily. The three had spent much of their time in San Francisco outdoors, exploring the wonderful nature and beautiful sights of the charming west coast city. They had marvelled at the beauty of San Francisco bay, and the eeriness and history from their trip to Alcatraz Island. But their time in their favourite city so far on their American adventure had now come to an end. The three dragged their suitcases over the tiles of the bus depot, toward their Greyhound bus to make the five and a half hour journey down the wonderful Californian coast to their final stop on their vacation, Los Angeles.
The three boarded the bus, and settled down for their mammoth bus ride south, down to the most glamorous city on Earth. Armed with their best designer sunglasses, the three were determined to continue the image of glamorous Brit girls in the city of the angels, following on from the reputations that their celebrity predecessors such as Victoria Beckham, Liz Hurley and Kate Moss had carved out. The journey down on the bus had been so warm, the air-conditioning on the bus was barely a match for the blazing sunshine outside. They chatted about their adventure so far in the states, and caught up with sleep whenever they could. Laughing and giggling with one another about the activities they had got up to, and the friends they had made whilst staying in San Francisco.
The three girls had always liked to gently tease one another about various pop songs that they would say reflected each other’s personalities. As Taylor Swift’s ‘Blank Space’ came on the radio, Emma and Rebecca smiled at one another, knowing this was the in-joke that they would say was Sasha’s ‘personality’ song. Similarly, when Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Heartbeat song’ was played, Sasha and Rebecca fell about laughing, Emma knowing exactly why, as this was her ‘personality’ song.
Finally, after a long, hot and uncomfortable journey, the bus finally arrived in downtown Los Angeles. The three girls disembarked, collected their suitcases from the luggage hold, and hailed a taxi to take them to their LA hotel. For the final three nights of their trip, they had treated themselves to a suite in a four-star down-town hotel. The three had decided to have a quiet evening for their first night in Los Angeles, given that the bus ride had tired them out. A trip out in the evening to a little pizzeria around the corner, and sharing a couple of bottles of the local, wonderful Californian white wine allowed the three to recharge their batteries for the following day.
Upon waking the following day, the three treated themselves to a buffet breakfast, with bowls of cereal, fresh fruit, creamy natural yoghurt and freshly squeezed California orange juice and freshly roasted coffee consumed, setting them up for a day of celeb spotting around the neighbourhood. They were booked on to a celebrity homes tour around Beverley Hills, and so got picked up from their hotel, and spent the day, with their cameras glued to their eyes, snapping away at the beautiful homes they passed by.
After a long day in the scorching sunshine on their tour bus, the girls crashed back in to their hotel suite, exhausted, needing a short siesta before hitting the Los Angeles nightlife. After their usual beautification routines, the three friends were ready to hit the town. Their first destination was a little wine bar that the three had seen the previous day, on their wander around the downtown area. After sharing a bottle in there, they headed over to join the queue outside The Vault, a club with music pulsing and beating inside. Although the queue took 30 minutes to get inside, it was still uncomfortably hot, so the girls hadn’t minded the extra slight breeze that they got on the street, in comparison to the wall of heat that hit them as they entered the club.
After acclimatising to the inside temperature, the girls found a free table, and parked their handbags below it, whilst standing and taking in the scene around them. Sasha wandered across to the bar, to get the three a vodka and orange juice each. Emma and Rebecca stayed with the table, smiling at the clubbers wandering past them, Emma attracting a few glances from the guys. Sasha returned to the table with the girls’ drinks, and the three sipped, tasting the very strong double vodka that Sasha had ordered for each of them.
After 20 minutes or so of chatting and drinking, the three were interrupted by one of the bar staff of the club, who had arrived at their table with a tray, holding a full, new bottle of Finlandia vodka, a full pitcher of freshly squeezed orange and three glasses with ice. The girls looked at one another, and then to Sasha, confused. “We’ve not ordered this” Sasha shouted, over the thumping music, to the bar man. “Oh, well it has been paid for you already, it must have been bought for you by someone” he had announced. The three smiled, and Sasha poured out another round of vodka and OJ’s for her and her friends. They looked at the still-nearly full bottle of vodka, and realised there was no way they would be able to finish it between themselves.
Another 20 minutes or so passed, the girls feeling really quite tipsy now. Their generous benefactor now strode over to the table, and announced himself to the group. “Hi, I’m Mark, I thought you girls looked like you could do with some table-service” he smiled, confidently. “Oh, so this was from you?” asked Emma, pointing to the bottle of vodka. “Yep, guilty” came the reply. “Well, thank you very much” beamed Sasha. “Feel free to have a glass of your vodka and OJ” she added. Mark thanked her, and added a shot of vodka to his empty glass, and threw it back. Mark was thirty-five years old, although looked excellent for his age, with short chestnut brown hair and a strong physique.
The three chatted with their benefactor for the next half an hour, as he asked them about their travels so far, where they’d been, what they had seen and what they had enjoyed. After several more drinks, the pitcher of fresh orange had been finished off, and the bottle of vodka was now three-quarters done. “Would you three like to venture over to the dance-floor” Mark asked the girls. They looked at one another, and nodded. Mark poured the remaining vodka in to four shot glasses, and the four wandered over to the dance floor with their neat vodka shots. Mark held Emma’s hand as she wandered to the dance-floor, squeezing her hand reassuringly. Sasha and Rebecca held hands and danced with one another to the music. They could tell that this LA local was particularly keen on their friend, and so gave her the time and space now on the dance floor to get to know him better.
Mark and Emma slow-danced to the music that thumped out of the speakers, holding Emma close to his body, feeling the body heat, feeling the soft skin of this delicate English girl. The two kissed as they swayed in time to the music. Mark felt that this was his time to ask his highly indecent question to his dance partner. “This might sound a bit corny, but would you like to come back to my apartment” he enquired. Emma looked at him. “Oh, gosh, I don’t know really” she replied. He stroked her hand. “My wife is at home, she has asked me to bring home a pretty girl for us both to enjoy, would that be something that would interest you?” Emma blushed. Her first reaction would have been to slap him, except he was holding her hand. But, thinking about the indecent proposal more, she realised that she was deeply intrigued by the idea. She looked in to his eyes. “Okay, yes I’ll come back with you” Emma said. “Just, don’t tell my friends about your wife”.
Having said goodbye to her friends at the club, Emma climbed in to the taxi Mark had hailed. She was full of questions for her companion. “What is your wife like?” she asked. “Will she like me?”. Mark smiled. “I’m sure she’ll find you just perfect” he said, and began to kiss her. Finally, the taxi drew up outside a beautiful white marble fronted house, and the two got out. Emma was led to the front door, and it was opened by a tall, blonde, slender woman in her mid-thirties. A woman who looked so glamorous she could only have been at home here in Los Angeles. The woman kissed Mark passionately. Mark then pulled Emma forward by her hand. “Amanda, this is Emma, she’ll be joining us for tonight”.
The three made their way through the glamorous home, to the stairs, and up to the couple’s bedroom. Emma nervously feeling her heart beating in her chest as Amanda held her hand, and sat her down on the beautiful four-poster bed. Amanda leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, a soft, lingering kiss. “I think it’s time you stripped for us” said Mark, firmly. Emma nodded, and began to undress for the couple. When she was naked, Amanda motioned for her to stand. The two began to pace around the bed, looking at their evening’s entertainment. Amanda smiled to her husband. “Ohh, I definitely do approve” she said, before kneeling on the bed, behind Emma, and began to run her hands over the English girl’s body, so softly and sensually. She pulled Emma back on to the bed. Mark climbed on too, and caressed the two women, pushing their heads toward one another. Amanda began to kiss Emma again, as the two began to sensually play with their toy for the evening.
Chapter 5: The Girls are back in Town
Sasha sat, giggling and pushing her latest beau playfully in the chest, as they relaxed on the comfortable bean-bags in the corner of the trendy bar they were currently residing in. She was beginning to feel steadily more drunk, in combination with the tiredness that they all must be feeling. Sipping from her glass of wine, she then playfully threw her head backwards, on to the shoulder of her companion, mimicking falling asleep on him. Sasha peered through her half shut eyes, seeing her partner’s hand about to tickle her on the nose, so she popped out her tongue, and licked his finger. The two fell about laughing, seemingly the only ones drunk enough to find such actions amusing. Sasha sat upright again and scanned the room. She could see Emma relaxing on the stools by the bar, holding the hand of her suitor. Looking far more elegant and demure than herself, slouched in the bean-bags, she mused.
Emma was in conversation with her man, talking about their travels, the sights they had seen, the wonderful friends they had made along the way, the beautifully comfortable hotel rooms and the uncomfortable bus drive down the west coast. She was trying to keep Rebecca involved in the conversation, as well as make it abundantly clear to the guy that she was most definitely interested in him. But Rebecca had seemed to be very withdrawn, even for her. Almost like her mind was on other things. “Do you remember the botanical gardens, Becs, weren’t they just amazing” Emma pressed, again trying to keep her friend involved in the conversation. Rebecca smiled at her. “Ohh, yeah they were so pretty, it was beautiful. Have you ever been to San Fran, Callum?” Rebecca replied, instantly passing the conversation back to Emma’s partner, before making her excuses and going to the bathroom. Emma looked over at Sasha. The two made eye contact. They knew exactly what each other was thinking. They had two hotel rooms between the three of them. Except, both Emma and Sasha wanted to take their suitors back to the hotel. And Rebecca would need to stay somewhere. Three in to two rooms just didn’t go….
Earlier that day, the girls found themselves at LAX, bags checked in at the desk, awaiting their flight home. It had been a whistle-stop couple of weeks across America, but it had now drawn to a close, and they were about to make the long cross-country flight back to New York, and catch their connecting flight back to the UK. After seemingly endless queueing and waiting around, the three finally boarded the plane, and settled down for a 6 hour journey across the states, south-west to north-east. Emma wrapped her travel pillow around her neck, and fell asleep almost the instant they got airborne. Sasha and Rebecca chatted a little, looked through some of the fashion articles in Sasha’s Cosmo magazine, and listened to some music on Rebecca’s ipod, sharing a headphone each, before Sasha too nodded off. Rebecca shifted awkwardly in her seat again, knowing that yet again, she would not be able to get comfy and would have a long journey.
Finally, the journey was coming to an end, and the girls, now all awake, got their second airborne view of the iconic New York skyline. The plane touched down, and the three disembarked, and began to make their way through the airport looking for the Transfers sign, to find their connecting flight. According to the booking that the three had got printed out, they had an hour to hang around before their next flight took off. Except, when they finally found the Transfers board, the electronic display next to their flight read “Flight Cancelled”. The three looked at one another. An airport official walked past them, and Sasha called out “Excuse me, we wanted the BA flight, but it looks like there’s a problem?”. She motioned to the board, claiming their flight was cancelled. “Ah, yes there is a traffic control problem in the UK at the moment, I’m afraid nothing is going there all day” he told them. The three looked distraught. He then added “If you go to the BA desk, they can get you a hotel booked for the evening”. Their despair immediately changed to quiet satisfaction, and Sasha marched the other two over to the BA desk, to arrange a night’s accommodation. Rebecca and Emma both darting in to their bags for mobiles, and began sending texts to their respective New York crushes.
Without being able to get their luggage back, as it was still in the mass system of baggage transfer, the three made their way to the taxi queue with just their hand-luggage. Having given the taxi driver the slip of paper that the BA rep had handed over to them to confirm their hotel booking, the three chatted about what they would do that night. They were told that they had been transferred on to a 2pm flight the following day from Newark, and it was now 6.30pm. “Shall we have a quiet one, or do you two want to go out partying?” Sasha had asked her friends. However, it was more of a rhetorical question, as they all knew that Sasha would make sure they were out partying. “Let’s go out, we’ve been given a freebie night, let’s make the most of it” Emma had chirped, especially as she’d just been texted back from Callum, saying that he was going out tonight, and he would meet up with her. Rebecca checked her phone too, but nothing from Rose.
The taxi drew up outside a fairly standard looking hotel, and the three girls got out, with their little hand luggage. They realised that they were only a few blocks away from their first hotel in the Big Apple. After checking in and being handed the keys to the two rooms, on different floors, Emma said “Shall we go and get ready, and then meet up in reception, in 45 minutes?” The three agreed, and so Emma and Rebecca wandered to the one room, and Sasha to the other. In their room, Emma and Rebecca agreed to have quick showers, to be able to get done in time. Rebecca went first, although she had no other clothes to wear, apart from those she was wearing. The other two had packed so much that they both had to overflow their clothes packing in to their hand-luggage, and by chance both had dresses in their bags. But Rebecca was stuck with the jeans and top she was wearing.
After her shower, Rebecca told Emma that she was just popping down to reception for a few minutes. Instead, she raced out of the hotel, around the block, and in to the little deli from their first day in the city. The waitress there was wiping over tables, and propping up the chairs. “Sorry, we’re about to close” she told Rebecca. “Oh, that’s okay, I was just wondering if Rose was working today” Rebecca replied, crossing her fingers. “Sorry, no, she’s not, nor tomorrow, I think she might be out of town” the waitress told her. Her heart sinking, Rebecca thanked the waitress and wandered back to her hotel. Checking her phone again, still no message, nothing.
The three girls met up in the hotel lobby as planned, and made their way outside, hailing a taxi and getting taken to the bar that Emma had suggested. They ordered a pizza between the three of them, along with a bottle of white wine, and sat together and ate their meal on their unexpected night out, their holiday extension. After 45 minutes, the three heard a familiar voice, as Emma’s first-night fling Callum arrived, with one of his friends. “Hey everyone, this is Dan” Callum announced, introducing himself. Sasha smiled at Emma. “Someone wasted no time in making plans” she giggled to her friend. “Are you sure you didn’t plan the whole air traffic control problem, Emm” she teased.
After another round of drinks at the bar, the group moved on to another bar for more drinks, and then another bar, and another, for even more drinks. With Callum and Dan leading the way, Rebecca had been trying to send texts to Rose to let her know they had moved on, but after two or three moves, she had gotten very confused about where exactly they were now. Plus, with still nothing back from Rose, she was worried about seeming needy and desperate. Giving up on the idea of seeing Rose again, she resigned herself to making small talk with the other 4, whilst they, now very much paired up, made eyes at one another.
Sasha looked down at her watch, it was now 1am, and the girls needed to be at the airport by midday at the latest for their flight back to the UK. She’d just seen Rebecca wander over to the bathroom. She crossed the dance-floor, walking over to her friend at the bar. “Hey Emm, its getting late given that we need to be at the airport in the morning” she said. Emma nodded. “Listen, Sash, I really like Callum. I don’t suppose…” Sasha grimaced. “Oh, I mean, yeah, it’s just, I was hoping that Dan might come back to the hotel” she replied. “Oh, yeah, I see. It’s just, I really want Callum to come back too…. What about Rebecca” added Emma. The two looked at one another. Waiting, hoping that the other would cave in. “If you need a spare bed for Rebecca, she can stay at mine” said a voice from behind them. Sasha spun round. Rose stood there, beaming at the two.
Chapter 6: Fairytale of New York
Emma stared out of the little window next to her seat, watching the ocean so far below them, mesmerised by the rolling and breaking waves she could just about make out, on the very rough looking Atlantic ocean. She looked across the row of the plane that the three were sitting in, seeing Sasha next to her, reading her magazine, and Rebecca fast asleep, in the aisle seat. Emma smiled to herself. “This is ridiculous” she mused, “I was up almost all night with Callum, and I know Sasha was also, with Dan. Rebecca got a full night’s sleep at Rose’s…How is it that she’s asleep!!”.
Twelve hours earlier, and Sasha and Emma hugged their local New Yorker friend. “How did you know we were here, or that we were even still in the country” asked Sasha, smiling. “Rebecca dropped me a text, in case I was out tonight” she answered coolly. “So, if you need a spare bed for any of you, I can accommodate”. Sasha looked at Rose. Still overly-protective of her fragile friend. “That’s really kind, but I’m not sure Becs will want to stay away from the hotel” Sasha announced. Rose smiled, strongly suspecting otherwise. “Well, we can ask her” she replied. “Don’t give up on your night of passion just yet, Sash”.
Rebecca pushed open the door of the restroom, and wandered back in to the dancefloor. She saw her two friends across the other side of the bar, where she’d left Emma. Except for the first time all evening, neither were deep in conversation with their New York crushes, they were both stood, back to her from where she looked, chatting with someone else. As she wandered closer to them, she saw a flash of auburn hair, and her heart skipped a beat. Getting closer still, she saw the perfect, smiling face of Rose.
“Hey Becs, look who turned up” said Sasha, as she saw her friend approaching. “One more drink everyone?” Sasha asked. They all agreed, and Callum ordered a round of cocktails for the six of them. Rebecca smiled, and waved, but she could barely make eye contact with Rose, feeling so nervous, so excited but terrified in equal measure. “Can we just have a minute, boys” Sasha ask Dan and Callum. “Important girly talk” she laughed.
“So, Becs, me and Emm were both kinda hoping that maybe the boys might come back to the hotel, but, I know that’d leave you nowhere to sleep…” began Sasha. “So they were thinking maybe you come and stay at mine tonight” added Rose, smiling, hoping. “You don’t have to though, Becs, I’ll knock Dan on the head if you’d prefer” Sasha continued. Rebecca looked at the three girls’ expectant faces, poised upon her answer, for similar, but importantly different reasons. “Yeah, I mean, of course I’ll stay with Rose, you two deserve a great last night” she announced to her two friends.
After drinking their final alcoholic drinks of the holiday, the group began to split, Emma and Sasha, along with Dan and Callum, hailing a taxi back for the hotel. Rose and Rebecca waiting for the next taxi. “Remember Becs, we’re leaving the hotel at 11.45 in the morning. We’ll see you back at the hotel in plenty of time, yeah?” Emma reminded her. “Sure, I’ll be on time” Rebecca reassured her friends. Watching the taxi with her two friends in pull away, she finally looked Rose in the eyes. “Are you okay hun?” Rose enquired. “You seemed kinda… nervous”. Rebecca began to run her fingertips thru her hair desperately trying to add some volume, some body to it. Feeling very plain in her jeans. “I look a mess, I’m sorry” she said. “We couldn’t get our bags back, and all I had was what I was wearing, and I was going to…. But then didn’t have time…. and….” She began to blurt out, her fingers now desperately flicking at her locks, trying to produce some kind of chic-style within her hair. Rose grabbed at her hand, and held it pressed against her own cheek. “You couldn’t look like a mess to me if you tried” she smiled. “I think you look absolutely perfect”. A taxi drew up, and the two of them got inside. Rose gave her address to the driver, and he sped off in to the New York night.
Rose held Rebecca’s hand in one palm, as her other hand fumbled with the key to the front door to her apartment. The door swung open, and the two walked in to the semi darkness together. It was a small one-bedroom apartment in a block just over the bridge in Brooklyn. Rose flicked on the lights, and pointed Rebecca over to the sofa, in the open-plan living room that the two had entered. Rebecca sat down, as Rose pottered in the kitchen, fixing a glass of orange juice for her guest. Rose walked back over to the sofa, and handed Rebecca the glass. She took a sip. “You’ve got a really nice place” smiled Rebecca. “Ha, you wouldn’t say that if you saw the neighbourhood in the daylight” teased Rose. The two sat there, looking at one another, a prolonged silence. Rebecca staring in to the eyes of the girl she had dreamed about for the past two weeks. Rose gently brushed a loose hair out from Rebecca’s face. “We don’t have to, I mean, if you don’t want to…” Rebecca began to say. Rose put her forefinger on Rebecca’s lips. “I thought my chance with you had slipped by, two weeks ago” Rose replied, “Now that I’ve got you back here, I most definitely do want to”.
Rose leaned forward, and kissed her guest softly, gently. Rebecca kissed back, opening her mouth and allowing Rose’s tongue to softly massage her own. The two girls, holding one another’s hands, stretching their bodies out on the sofa, Rebecca laying back on the leather whilst Rose lay on top of her, the kissing becoming more passionate, more hungry and eager. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Rose sat up slightly, and began to tug her pretty floral patterned top over her head. Then wiggling her hips, she slid her skirt down her legs, and threw it on to the floor. Now kneeling in just her black bra and knickers, straddling either side of Rebecca’s slender body. She looked down at Rebecca. “One of us has way too many items of clothes on” she giggled.
Rose stood up, and held her hand out to help Rebecca up from her horizontal position on the leather sofa. Rebecca stood, and the two girls again embraced, kissing each other. Rose’s hands this time moving under Rebecca’s clothing, desperate to remove them. She broke off from kissing Rebecca long enough to pull the vest-top off, and unclipped Rebecca’s bra, before planting more soft butterfly kisses upon Rebecca’s lips. Then, working down Rebecca’s body slowly, kissing, nibbling and exploring, until her mouth and hands reached the button on the front of Rebecca’s jeans. Quickly undoing the button now, and tugging the super skinny jeans down over Rebecca’s thighs, and to the floor. Rose knelt in front of Rebecca, and planted more kisses upon her knickers, before skilfully hooking her finger beneath the waistband, and tugging them to the floor too.
Rebecca stood, naked, feeling the cool air upon her now-exposed flesh. Rose stood up, and held her hand again, “let’s go to the bedroom” she announced to Rebecca. Rose leading the way, pulling along Rebecca by her hand. Rose pushed open the bedroom door, and the two fell on to the double bed, now kissing one another hard, their bodies pressed tightly against one another. Rebecca instinctively pushing her hips toward and on to Rose’s right thigh, rubbing against it, feeling the beautifully soft skin against her most sensitive of areas. “I want you, I want you so badly” Rose moaned as the two kissed and caressed one another. “I want to make this the most memorable night of your life”.
Rebecca was awoken by the harsh electronic beeping of the alarm clock aside the bed. The alarm display read that it was 8.45am. She looked to her left, but the double bed was empty, the covers pulled back. She looked around the bed, but remembered all her clothes had been abandoned in the living room. A pretty pink dressing gown hung from a hook in the bedroom door, so she stood up out of the bed, walked to the door, and put on the dressing gown. She pulled open the door and wandered in to the open plan living room. A smell of fresh coffee, toast and waffles wafted over from the kitchen area. “Ohh, you’re up, you were supposed to stay in bed for another 5 minutes” cried Rose, busily fixing up a breakfast for the two of them. Rebecca walked over to the kitchen, seeing the partially plated-up breakfast. She smiled. “Ohh, Rose that is so thoughtful”. “You’ll need a good breakfast to send you on your way, you know how bad airline food can be” Rose laughed. The two finished plating up the toast and waffles, poured a generous helping of honey over the top, and took their breakfast plates over to the sofa. Rebecca sat and ate with her special friend.
The two made slightly awkward small talk for the first 15 minutes, about the weather, about the upcoming flight, and about Rebecca’s friends back at the hotel. After gradually feeling more confident again, Rose turned and sat facing Rebecca. She threw her arms around Rebecca’s shoulders, and then rested her head against Rebecca’s. “I’m going to miss you so much” she told Rebecca. “But I am so glad that we finally got to do this together”. Rebecca hugged Rose tightly. “I’m so happy too, I could have kicked myself for not coming back home with you last time”, she replied. They sat, holding one another for an age, kissing, chatting, sharing their deepest feelings with one another. Time passed for the two girls so fast. Before she realised, it had gone 10.30. Rebecca got re-dressed in her clothes, which had been left scattered on the living room floor. It was time for Rebecca to get her taxi back to the hotel. As she stood to leave, she held back, for one last question. The same question she had asked Katriona in San Francisco. “Was it genuinely good for you, was it special”. Rose hugged her. “It was amazing, it was so beautiful hun, you are incredible”. “If you ever, ever come back to New York, make sure you give me a text” she added. “Ditto for you, if you ever are in the UK, please let me know. I’d love to show you around” replied Rebecca.
Five minutes later, and Rebecca was sitting in the back of her New York taxi-cab, heading back to the hotel, to see Sasha and Emma. She’d only had a couple of hours sleep that night, and was feeling tired, but so happy. She could never forget her American trip with her friends, and never, ever forget her sexual experiences. The eroticism experienced with Katriona, and the passion and beautifully tender and sweet affection she had for Rose. “A perfect holiday”, Rebecca mused to herself.
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