Carole Bean went to the University of
Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like
many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she
shared with three other girls
Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny girl with a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty
brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English
in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the
fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from
Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy
from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the
face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their
lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to
rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls, Carole found
herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more
lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness
but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as
well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic
comedies.
But what really drew them together in her
first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of
their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire laying
naked on the sofa and Carole couldn’t take her eyes off of her and when Claire
discovered that she had an audience Carole couldn’t keep her hands off her
either and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms
with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to
their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and the fact that
they were in love but unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in
both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the love making they
still prefered each other.
But after they graduated University they both ended
up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of
lovers.
Because two years
after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart
Simpson and they married a year later.
They were very happy
together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never
had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so
everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack
of fulfilment in the bedroom.
Carole’s problem was
that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with only
having sex on high days and holidays but for her husband Stewart the reverse
was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.
It wasn’t that the sex
was unpleasant or totally unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and
more to the point he wasn’t Claire.
The same year that
Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although
their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was
never consummated as James was very, very gay.
The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always
had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.
Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had
remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the
cheek there was no physicality, that was until they were 25 and attending the
wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric
Jespersen.
It was late on in the evening after the bride and
groom had left, Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with
his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air
while Stewart had gone off to the loo.
They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and
joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Carole’s
and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was
just like the first time.
But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins
she came to her senses and broke away.
“No” Carole said “We cant”
“But you were enjoying it” Claire said
“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustn’t”
“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we
should”
Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire
shouted after her
“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”
Carole paused by the door and responded
“And I’ve missed yours”
Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire
stayed on the terrace and cried.
Carole
really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a
line underneath that part of her life.
But the
fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by
her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her.
In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace
Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to
ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did
she would weaken.
But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message
that she just couldnt ignore.
The message just read “This is for you”
And when she opened the attachment she went weak at
the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough
nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and
the fire in her loins returned.
Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the
knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie
and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire
in her loins returned.
Carole studied the image as she decided how to word
her reply.
Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed
her reply
“I want to see more”
She was hoping that her message would prompt further
attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received
another text which read.
“Come to the house at 7 and you will”
Carole looked gorgeous when she left the
house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the
benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it
entered his mind.
After all Carole had a very low sex drive
and didn’t really like sex that much.
And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing
another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving
man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she
certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.
Carole had discovered while at University, at the
hand of Claire
Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts that Carole drove from Childean to
Purplemere.
It was a beautiful
summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere,
drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her
dry throat, which was dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the
glass chinked out a melody.
Through the open
French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi
recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole
was as hot as the sun.
She looked on with
delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight
her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel
and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her glorious treasures and she felt no
shame at the beholding of her, the roundness of her breasts and the curves of
her hips.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black
dress.
Claire looked up at
her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch that her goddess was
draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, kisses
that Claire had not felt for three long years.
And from that night on
she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart except for two nights a
week when she was Claire’s lesbian lover.
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