The lady herself bustled through the door and dropped a stack of files on the desk. She enquired about the reason for the distraction but Bernie could only just stare at her. Her hair was much shorter and choppier now, grey strands peeking their way through but the mischievous eyes were the same, that flirty smile a giveaway. If she recognised Bernie, she gave no hint to it. Bernie got on with her days while hoping that Serena would know that she'd remembered her for a while now.
Serena had thought there was something familiar about Bernie but could never place it. Occasionally something niggled at her and she wondered if she'd met her before but it wasn't until that wonderful honk of laughter reached her ears for the first time did something flash through her mind.
Bernie looked awkward now, fringe covering her face as she ducked her head and answered monosyllabically.
'Bernie, is there something bothering you?'
She did that endearing hair tuck and finally looked up to smile tentatively at her. A flicker of recognition flared in Serena's brain and it was her turn to stare. She knew that look. She did know this woman.
August 1985, a house party in Stepney
Serena sat inbetween his legs and worked deft fingers up and down his shaft. He groaned and put his hands on her shoulders. She took the hint and started licking to drive him crazy, slowly enveloping him in her mouth. He sighed and stroked his hands through her hair as she sighed softly, turned on by the tension in the room. It crackled between her and the other girl which intrigued her. Serena didn't hide her appreciation of the slim angular curve of her body. She stood watchfully behind him stroking his neck and hair but when it became clear that he wanted it rougher than Serena was prepared to participate in, she leapt into action to restrain him.
Bernie felt like the dynamics had changed and he'd cast her aside. He wanted his cock sucked by the pretty brunette, he got it. Bernie kept her focus on her, irrationally annoyed that he was getting her attention. She tensed as the interloper (because really he was irrelevant) kept pushing the girl's head down as she struggled not to choke. Bernie couldn't stand it a second longer once he started trying to hold her head down. She tore his hands away and slapped him hard. His cry shattered the lazy atmosphere as she ordered him to keep his hands off. She was trembling at her audacity. She'd never done anything like that before. He stared at her and she took advantage of his silence to roughly turn his head to kiss him forcefully. She ignored his gasp and carried on pretending that she wanted him, giving him the energy that she wanted to keep for this other girl. She hoped that she knew it was a distraction.
'Let's play a game' said Bernie, eyes like flint as his expression changed to intrigue. She had asserted herself to catch his attention and it worked. Bernie felt exhilarated, how had she never done this before? She'd commanded attention for the first time in her life and felt liberating.
She took a scarf from the dresser, took his hands and tied them behind his back. He half-heartedly struggled for a few seconds but as she wrapped another around his eyes, he let her do as she pleased. She caught the other girl's eye and got a smouldering smile in return.
Serena didn't take long to finish him off, her mild interest in what he could do for her vanishing. She impatiently directed him to spend on the sheets while she kept her eyes on the girl with the crooked smile. There was a triumphant gleam in her eyes and she kept a hand on his head to stroke his hair; his ear, his neck, sensation overload. He thought he'd won the lottery with these two but really, they were just distracting the pawn in their game.
Stealing a drink from the bottle on the dresser, Serena worked up the courage to knock her hand away and grab her in a fierce kiss, her hand on her chin to keep her there. She pushed her to the bed and laid on top of her, anchoring her to the spot, warming her veins with their spark. The girl sighed at her touch.