Chapter 9
Kate transitioned rapidly from sleep to wakefulness and maintained eye contact with her wife as she sat upright. Caroline's initial facial expression was one of anxiety and surprise, the effect of the thoughts battling within her, but the afternoon of contemplation in the study had left her in a stronger place to deal with her unease. She soon brought her puckered brow under control.
"And hello to you, sleepy-head. I'm was intending to look at the clinic but I was surprised to see what you had been Googling." Caroline cut straight to the chase.
"I had some questions in my mind following our stay at the farm and I decided to..." Kate began to explain her actions but she was interrupted by a tussle-haired teenager bowling into the room.
"Fabulous time. You would so have hated it, mum. Starved. What do you want me to do with my stuff? Mostly wet clothes. Hi Kate." All spoken in a quick-fire, staccato delivery. Lawrence was home.
Caroline pulled him into a hug, mouthing 'later' to Kate across her youngest son's shoulder.
"Your wish for food is our command, young man. We knew that you would be hungry despite stopping to eat on the way home. I'll head off to start cooking and leave you two to catch up." Kate headed towards the kitchen as she spoke but returned almost immediately. "Caroline, I think you are going to have to deal with the aftermath of the trip sooner rather than later. I didn't think there was anything worse than the smell of wet dog but walking past Lawrence's suitcase has just challenged my opinion!"
Lawrence was directed upstairs for a shower and the two women worked together in the kitchen. Kate focused on the meal preparation and Caroline took responsibility for the rather unenviable job of dealing with the laundry of a teenager who appeared to have taken the opportunity to get heartily involved in every water-based activity except the one involving soap, shampoo and hot water.
"God, these clothes reek! If some of them were not new, I swear I'd be tempted to throw them out!"
The interaction between the two was as loving as ever and they made time for occasional kisses and cuddling once the laundry was underway and Caroline had joined Kate in cooking supper.
"I'm not forgetting that we are on a promise tonight once we get between the sheets." Kate reminded Caroline while gently caressing her bottom and watching the muscles ripple in response to her touch. "I am hoping that Lawrence is going to crash out quite early!"
"Sod getting between the sheets, Kate. I'll consider myself hard done by if you let me get any further than the bedroom door."
"That paints a pretty picture. You're on!"
So the flirtatious banter went on for several more minutes until they were once again joined by Lawrence and they had to be content with sly glances and covert contact whenever possible. The subject of Gillian and Eddie had not been alluded to but neither had any intention of avoiding that topic later on, once they had given sufficient attention to the enjoyable proposal of ravishing one another the moment the opportunity arose.
Once dinner was ready they all sat down and tucked in. When he could drag his attention away from his meal Lawrence kept the ladies entertained and laughing uncontrollably with tales of his holiday adventures and mishaps.
"Mum, you should have seen me, face down nose deep in a cow pat! Then when we got back to the cottage Angus and I had a bet, who could stay in their stinky, shitty clothes the longest without passing out with the smell..."
"Lawrence! Please! We don't need or want to hear that type of language around the table." The headmistress in Caroline was never far away, no matter what the occasion.
"Oh come on mum, it's just the three of us. Cool your beans, mater!" Lawrence winked at Kate. "You liking my Latin, Kate?"
Kate was trying, and failing, to hide her amusement at the exchange between Caroline and her youngest. "Yes Lawrence, me likey you stylee!" Kate replied. Lawrence laughed hard, his mouth wide open.
"Lawrence please! Will you close your mouth, I do not need to see the contents..." but before she had finished her sentence the young man had chewed and swallowed and produced his biggest smile. Caroline's heart melted. In that split second she saw him for what he was, her handsome baby boy.
Both mum and son were secretly buoyed by the warmth of their relationship at that moment. It was indicative of the lessening of the emotional distance that had built up between them over the previous six months. This had culminated in Lawrence's failure to attend the wedding; an action which may have caused a permanent rift had the foundation of their relationship been less sturdy. Kate was also pleased to have been included in the chatter around the table that evening; a hopeful sign that Lawrence was trying to be more accepting of the love between the two women.
When they had finished eating and the dishes had been cleared, the rapidly wilting Lawrence stated that he was sure that he had enough energy for one round of Scrabble. As they set up the game, sitting on the large scatter cushions which Kate had brought from her house as a welcome addition to the formality of the lounge, they all privately cast their minds back to the last time they had done something similar, in the early days of Kate and Caroline's relationship. A brief hiatus in the proceedings came about as they shared a jug of weak lager-shandy, and all three (unbeknown to the others) thought how much William was missed.
Lawrence would never have admitted it but his older brother was a constant, steadying influence who could always be relied upon, even if Lawrence did not return that favour.
Kate, too, had the utmost respect for the man/boy who had accepted her, and her relationship with his mum, from day one. He was thoughtful, kind and gentle. Who wouldn't miss such qualities?
While Caroline loved her younger son, she had a more natural affinity with William. Theirs was an affection and closeness which was perpetual and secure - and she missed having him around. Caroline was infinitely proud of him, his academic achievements and moral maturity and she was acutely aware that that William was unlikely to return to live with them for any more than the odd weeks during University holidays. The world was that young man's oyster and, despite Harrogate achieving top spot in the poll to find the UK's happiest place to live, it was unlikely to be a big enough attraction for William once he had achieved his degree.
Their thoughts about William and his place in this home did not dampen their spirits and the evening ended as enjoyably as it had begun. But Lawrence was beyond tiredness and, once the game was done, he did not argue when it was suggested that it was time for him to go to bed. He gave his mum a playful kiss on the top of her head and saluted Kate.
"I only let you win today because I knew how much you missed me but I'll get even tomorrow and beat the pair of you by a clear 50 points!" the youngster challenged as he left the room.
Caroline smiled as she went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. She was miles away when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and familiar lips kiss the side of her neck.
"Hey you, penny for them?" Kate asked as she nuzzled into the soft blonde locks, taking in the smell of Caroline's 'Femme' perfume from Hugo Boss. Just a whiff was enough to start the chemical reaction that made her hips press gently against her wife's perfect behind, speed up her heart rate and direct her hands to cup the full breasts of the woman she had pinned against the kitchen counter.
A soft purr was Caroline's reply, as she tried to turn around to kiss the lips which were now gently biting her neck; Kate's thrusting pelvis had her trapped.
"Darling, how am I supposed to answer if you keep doing what you're doing? You know once we start we won't stop." Caroline arched her neck, allowing Kate access to one of her most sensitive places and she knew she was probably 30 seconds away from losing control as her need to be taken became overwhelming.
Kate was fighting a battle of her own; despite the desperate urge she felt to make love to her wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, she knew they had unfinished business where Gillian and her secrets were concerned.
"You don't have to answer," she mouthed into the smooth neck. "In fact, I don't want you to say anything, I dare you not to make a noise."
Kate caught another whiff of Hugo Boss' finest and the battle was lost. She'd be mad to give up having sex with the voluptuous blonde whose pheromones were working their magic, just so that they could get bogged down in some deep and heavy conversation about whether her loveable but neurotic sister-in-law put her husband's head in a log splitter. No contest!
Caroline used her shapely behind to push Kate back, a movement which was not unappreciated by the taller woman. She made the most of the opportunity caused by the distraction to turn a half-circle and grasp Kate's shoulders securely before totally reversing their positioning. Kate found herself facing the wall, held fast between her wife's bottom and the front of the washing machine. Her right hand was grabbed by Caroline and then directed inside her own blouse. Caroline released Kate's hand so briefly that Kate had no opportunity to realise what was happening or react accordingly but she soon had no doubt where this was going. Her bra was pulled upwards and her breasts were freed from their restraint before Caroline once again grasped her hand and their intertwined fingers battled together against highly aroused nipples.
"Fuck me, Caroline. Bloody hell. Your admiral skill at turning your Jeep on a five pence piece is nothing in comparison! Light on your feet, direct with your intentions…"
"Shush, Kate. I AM fucking you." The long and the short of it was that the blonde was now determined to be in control. "Now it's you who are not to say a word. Let me concentrate here. I don't wish to be disturbed by your…."
Then it was Kate's actions which were the distraction and not her words as she began to push her buttocks rapidly to and fro into Caroline's pelvis, a favourite move of both of them. Silence reigned for some moments before their excitement built even more, instigating involuntary gasps and heavy breathing. Another noise too would have been heard by an observer: the click-click of the washing machine dial being turned by Caroline's free left hand. Caroline knew that her dexterous movements showed her to be the total opposite of 'ambisinister' and she smiled inwardly to herself for her achievement as well as the recollection of the word that she had come across earlier when checking the online dictionary during their game of Scrabble. With Kate her brain could do sex and academics at the same time and her inward smile became an outward grin. Meanwhile Kate was on a different plain and although her ears may have caught the sound, her brain did not process its meaning.
Caroline continued to tease and tweak Kate's nipples, alternating between the left and the right. Kate was blissfully lost in the process and she no longer required Caroline's prompting to touch herself. The movements of their pelvises were synchronised and balletic while their breathing was laboured and noisy. Although simple, the choreography of their bodies was sensuous and entrancing.
"Spread them a little for me, Kate." Caroline whispered as her thighs wriggled their way between her wife's legs.
They were lost in the moment although Caroline slightly less so; she was leading the dance and biding her time. She trailed kisses across the back of Kate's neck, biting and licking where Kate's neck met her shoulder. Then Kate sensed a movement opposing that of her wife's; the gentle rumble of the washing machine vibrating against her pelvis and then another deft change of position initiated by Caroline brought the dial on the machine immediately against her pubic bone, the rumble sending shock waves down to her engorged clitoris. The machine's speed increased and the tremors channeled through the dial changed in frequency, causing Kate to move ever closer to delirious abandon; her wife not that far behind.
The revs of the washing machine then peaked and Kate was taken to that place of no return. While an orgasm was sublime, to her the point at which she knew it was coming was as magnificent. Her head went back, her mouth open, while all other movement stopped and she gave in to the inevitable. No words could do justice to the ecstasy she felt at that moment and guttural groans alone flowed.
"Oh darling, Kate. I love you." It was Caroline who broke the silence. She took her wife's hand and led her into the lounge. She laid her down on the settee, which was long enough for them both to stretch out comfortably together. This was their first joint purchase when Kate had moved in just after the New Year. Both women had fallen in love with the stylish, stone-coloured Jacquard weave fabric, not being able to resist buying it when they visited Selfridges and even though Kate was uncomfortable with the four figure cost, she couldn't argue with how it suited them perfectly.
What both women didn't know was that they shared the same thoughts as they kissed and caressed one another, peeling off each other's clothes with clear intent.
"God, Caroline, I will never tire of your touch, your smell, your feel," Kate whispered between the soft kisses that were raining down on her brown, glistening torso. "My body craves more attention, I want you to consume me, fuck me, dominate me; don't leave anything behind, take all of me."
Caroline abruptly stopped kissing Kate's breasts, stood up and walked off into the kitchen. Kate watched open mouthed as the blonde slinked away, hips swaying hypnotically, causing Kate's clit to react the way it always did when the blonde was in motion. It pinged to attention.
"Look what I've got here my sweet; your favourite." Kate had been in a world of her own, thinking that her wife's mesmerising hips were more than enough, when the next thing she knew Caroline had put a bowl of ice cold strawberries down on the table next to them and told Kate to close her eyes. The mixed race woman did as she was told.
"I want you to lie back and relax. Eyes closed. No talking, no moving, not a sound, do you hear me?" The headmistress commanded.
"Anything you say ma'am, I won't say..."
"Be quiet! When did I say you could speak?" the headmistress asked meteorically again. She picked a cold strawberry out of the dish with one hand and traced it over the curves of the soft brown breasts which were heaving beneath her. She followed the path of the sweet strawberry with her tongue, sucking and licking. Caroline loved the way her wife tried not to wriggle or squirm as her tongue warmed where the cold fruit had been
Caroline moved her position and parted Kate's labia with another cold strawberry from the bowl. It began to soften and ooze juice the minute it came into contact with the soft folds of skin. Kate's hips moved against the tickle of the fruit and she caught her breath as she felt the cool liquid run over the tip of her already moist and throbbing clit.
"Don't you dare move," the blonde woman said tersely; not so much as an order this time but to enable her to keep up the sucking, licking rhythm she had established. As she ran the fruit over the tip of the dark brown clit, teasing and lapping with her tongue, Caroline's hips started to move of their own accord, to one side, then the other. The blonde's excitement rose as her hips moved faster and faster in time with her tongue.
Similarly, keeping still and trying not to voice her pleasure in any shape or form, made the mini explosions going off in Kate's vagina and her exposed clit almost unbearable. Her eyes shot open when Caroline hit a particular spot. Her breaths were coming shorter and faster; both she and her wife were in sync, riding the same wave of ecstasy. The dark eyes looked down to the blonde haired woman whose head was bobbing between her legs. When she couldn't hold back anymore Kate grabbed a handful of blonde hair and plunged Caroline's head deeper into her well lubricated pussy. She pushed up with her hips and gasped as her climax hit and she felt herself ejaculate.
Caroline made her tongue flat and lapped up the juices that flowed and dribbled down her chin. She loved making her wife come so voraciously. Her own clitoris was soaked, tingling and rock hard; Kate climaxing had always affected her that way and she loved it.
After five minutes of holding one another and whispering "I love you" countless times, with promises of being together forever, the women pulled a throw over themselves, intending to go up to bed after a quick snuggle.
When Lawrence came downstairs the following morning at nine, for some juice and toast, he saw his mum and Kate wrapped around each other, still fast asleep.
He smiled as he thought 'I bet they've been at it all night. Kudos!' before he quietly closed the lounge door and continued on his journey towards the fridge and larder.