'I'd never done anything like that before.'
'Neither had I.'
Typical Serena to throw herself in wholeheartedly and improvise. In the wake of their awkward, wonderful kiss, Serena had told her that it had been no big deal, she'd kissed a girl in Stepney once. She admitted later that she'd never been more than just friends before but hadn't mentioned that girl again. Bernie wished she had known it had been her then, she imagined telling her who it had been just to watch the shock on Serena's face. She wanted to shake her up, make her see through Bernie's insistent lie that it had been nothing.
She felt stupid for not making the connection between Serena then and now. There was the irrepressible charm, the sparkling eyes and the ability to blag her way through almost any situation. She had still all of that even thought it was now wrapped up in a fetching array of luridly patterned and coloured blouses.
August 1985, a house party in Stepney
They'd untied him and let him stray over to their side of the bed. He went to Bernie, rubbing his hands over her nipples and she arched into his touch. She wasn't thinking of him at all. He pushed her back on top of Serena and eased in his hard length, making Bernie sigh sharply. Serena hoped she was comfortable and stroked her face as the bed creaked and his moans matched his motions. Bernie was conscious of the pounding she was getting but focused on the warmth and weight of Serena's hands on her. Lowering herself a little, she propped herself on one arm and used the other hand to trace her fingers back to stroke the girl under her. Tuning him out, they only had eyes for each other, their kisses meaning something only to them as they stayed lost in their own world.
