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liked. When Sally pushed her fingers into her, Emma knew she was done. The mere fact of Sally on her was enough. The way Sally had initiated the act had filled Emma with love. She knew that Sally was sharing herself completely. Theweek alone together had rekindled their friendship, their lost love. Sally’s tongue, her mouth, was on her. The beautiful face between her legs. Emma came. There was no stopping it. She came and it was big. She lay back with eyes closed, allowing the final waves to shudder through her body, while Sally slid along her and rested against her, kissing her breasts. Her nipples rubbed against Emma’s thigh.
    Now it was Emma’s turn to lead. She eased Sally onto her back and then straddled her lover backwards, lowering her face between Sally’s legs. Emma reached for the neglected dildo. And as she did so she felt Sally grip her hips and pull Emma down onto her mouth. Emma moaned as Sally’s tongue entered her. The dildo in her hand was momentarily forgotten. She closed her eyes and pressed her mouth against Sally and flicked her clitoris with her tongue.
    Emma could feel Sally, rather than hear her moans, the reverberations exciting her as much as her mouth. Emma picked up the dildo again. It was there to fill not fuck. Emma’s focus was Sally’s clit. The tip of her tongue lapped the bud softly, softly, barely touching. She eased the dildo in and eased it out again in long, deep slow motions.

    Sally nibbled and licked too and the women found themselves keeping the same slow beat.
    The pleasure they received from men came not from their expert attentions, not from their ability to focus in with the intuition of a woman, but from the very thoughtless nature of their wayward tongues, which teased, which tormented and left the whole experience tantalisingly close to orgasm but not there, not quite there, then … Oh! And then … Oh! So close, so close, so close, so … so … so … A torment, a torture, dripping, drop after teasing drop of … yes … yes … yes … Till, by some beautiful accident, three or four random touches ignited something a woman’s sure tongue could never have stumbled across!
    Now they were easing back into an old lounge chair of loving. Soft hands touched soft thighs, gentle tongues lapped delicate pleasures, flesh melted into flesh, their bodies pressed the other in a satisfaction of feminine curves, of breasts against bellies, of soft lips and wet lips.
    The two women brought each other to climax with unfeigned casualness. Their orgasms were long lived, rambling and deeply satisfying affairs. They lay together, in this extraordinary embrace, letting the shudders run their exquisite course.Each was full of the other. Some change had been affected in the way they thought of each other. Sally had re-established herself as an independent lover and could now allow herself some of the levity of her early years. Emma found Sally a far more mature, even wilful, lover. Such a change in so short a time.

SIX
    There was no embarrassment when they woke. Both women felt revitalised. They’d accepted something. Something simple but hard at first to grasp. There was no going back.
    By one o’clock they were seated on the balcony eating watermelon, in the nude. The weather was at its finest. It was hot. Summertime hot. But then Sally noticed people walking from the house two doors down. A family, with young kids, crossing the dune, wandering onto the beach.
    ‘Here they come,’ she said, with a hint of resignation. ‘The weekend mob.’ She stood and wentinside. After a moment she returned with their bikinis.
    ‘And I just realised, the boys will be up tonight,’ said Emma. She had been so far from all these realities. She stood to dress herself. ‘It’s silly to think of such a tiny piece of material as clothes.’
    ‘Yet I feel naked without mine on,’ said Sally, and she caressed Emma’s bum as she leant over to step into her bikini bottoms.
    Touch and love. Love and