Lizet Joubert and Andrea Lupo lived together in a two
bedroom flat above a parade of shops in Shallowfield and apart from the fact
they were both 30 years old and female they had absolutely nothing in common at
all.
Lizet was French and was a doctor at
the Dancingdean Health Centre in the village and Andrea was Italian and was a
hairdresser at Mazzone’s in
the parade of shops she lived above.
Apart from
their different careers they also liked different food, listened to different
music and wore different clothes.
The flat
was owned by Mazzone’s and Andrea and another girl from the shop, Isabella,
split the rent but when Izzy got married it left Andrea in a hole, so she put
an advert in the Chronicle and Lizet was the only applicant and apart from the
fact they were complete opposites they had lived together for 18 months and it
had worked out perfectly well.
Lizet was tall and slender with brown
hair and dark eyes and she made Andrea cross because she didn’t make the best
of what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she
was comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Andrea had far less to work with, she
was shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big
nose but she
always looked immaculate, which
hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lizet.
Not that Andrea was aware of that fact
until the day after her birthday.
On Andrea’s birthday Lizet had been
on a 48 hours stint at the health centre, due to a flu epidemic that had
depleted the staff numbers and had been out after work for a few well-earned
drinks and as a result she had come home much the worse for drink.
Andrea was in the bath when she
returned and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel
turban on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly
scrubbed and pink Lizet immediately rushed towards her.
“Joyeux anniversaire mon cher”
she said and threw her arms around Andrea exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks Lizet” she replied and hugged
her back
Lizet however didn’t release her grip
on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Andrea felt a little awkward but
didn’t really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing
her earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response
Lizet’s lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s
mouth.
Andrea was shocked as she had never
been kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Lizet and as
far as she was aware she had given her no encouragement or indication that she
was that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Andrea still
found her tongue was exploring Lizet’s mouth with equal enthusiasm, and
encouraged by her response Lizet untied the belt on Andrea’s robe and her mind
was in a turmoil, She wanted to stop but she couldn’t, all of her life sex had
always left her cold, and unmoved with no heat or passion but after Lizet had
delivered Sappho’s kiss she was on fire.
She had always put down her
indifference to the act, to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate
embraced she wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong
direction all those years, was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was
finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt
such a kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had
never occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I
like George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself
inside Lizet’s mouth as her flatmates hands were inside Andrea’s robe and then those
hands fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from
her mind and she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew her true
self.
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