Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

“Don't mind her, Rita. Stella-you're embarrassing the poor girl. Give us a chance to become acquainted before you start bringing out intimate secrets like that.” She was laughing. “I must admit, though, George does put on some fabulous shows-I went the other night with Dorothy; it did something to us, too!”

“Which had to be worked off afterwards, I have no doubt!”

“You're deliberately trying to embarrass Rita, aren't you?” Rose smiled, shaking her head. “Naturally, it had to be worked off afterwards!”

“I take is Dorothy is the one…?”

“She's waiting for me in Paris; we're going to spend at least six months travelling around, then perhaps we'll come back to England-I'll get in touch when we do. Now, let's have tea.”

She had a honey of a flat, which she showed us round after tea. Compact, with everything to hand, the flat consisted of two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and bathroom, with a separate toilet; it must have cost the earth, especially with the furniture she had in it. On the bedside table in her bedroom there was a photograph of a lovely woman with ash-blonde hair. She saw me looking at it.

“Yes, that's Dorothy-quite lovely, isn't she?”

“Beautiful,” said Stella. “How old is she, Rose?”

“Thirty. She likes men, too; says that at the moment the bias is in favour of women-me in particular-and she wants to see the world and really gorge herself on lesbianism, before deciding whether or not to marry and settle down.”

“You'll have to keep an eye on her-she may take a fancy to a man while you're on holiday…”

“Oh, I can handle her-smack her bottom now and again as I used to smack yours-remember?”

“I remember.” said Stella, ruefully, colouring and trying to avoid my eyes.

“Remember that time you stayed out till all hours and came in half-cut? I had your skirt up and your knickers down and across my lap before you knew what had hit you; then I whaled the tar out of your behind with your own shoe!”

“Rose! Must you-in front of Rita?”

Rose laughed delightedly.

“Now whose embarrassed? I can tell you. Rita- there were lots of times when she felt my hand or slipper on her bare bottom!” She reached out and lifted Stella's chin, kissing her quickly on the lips. “I liked her, though. In fact-I could still go for her, if the circumstances were different. Don't worry, though, Rita-I'm not going to take her away from you. Are you two living together?”

“I've told you she has a daughter…”

“But she spends most of the time at school…”

“And a husband!”

“Gosh! I assumed you were separated or divorced when Stella said you were lovers. That must be rather awkward for you. He doesn't know about it, does he?”

“No, he doesn't know, but it has had its awkward moments.”

“Do you still have sex with him?”

“Now you're embarrassing her,” said Stella.

“Oh, I think we've got to know each other well enough by now, eh, Rita?”

“I–I think so. Yes, I have had some sex relations with him-very little since-since…”

“Since you and Stella started going to bed together. Yes, I can understand it being awkward, all right.”

“I feel a bit guilty about it.” said Stella, “seeing it was I who forced her into it.”

“Forced her?”

“Persuaded against my will, rather than forced,” I qualified. “I had never done that sort of thing before, but after I had been persuaded, I must admit I not only liked it-I wanted more!”

“Honest girl! Got any plans for the future?”

“None at all, I'm afraid-we go on from day to day hoping it will last.”

“If your husband finds out-what then?”

“Goodness knows!” I felt hot all over at the thought of it.

“You might find him understanding-some are, you know. I know of someone that actually happened to. She had been having a little sex with another woman on the side. Her husband was a traveller and while he was away, she used to either stay with her girl-friend, or have her stay with her. Then one night, her husband came home unexpectedly and walked into the living-room to find his wife and this woman stark naked on the floor. His wife was on her back with the woman on top of her, a dildo strapped on her, giving the wife a good old rogering with it.”

“What happened?” I gasped, heart fluttering at the thought of Phil catching me with Stella in similar circumstances.

“Well, after the initial embarrassment, they all talked it out and came to an agreement. The woman moved in with them and now they share the wife.”

Somehow I couldn't visualise that happening in our household!

“Well. I suppose we'd better be going,” Stella looked at her watch.

“I'll get you the keys of the bungalow.” Rose produced the keys, telling us what each one opened. “And here's a spare key to this flat-just in case you both happen to be in town and want to get something out of your systems!”

“Rose-you're a pet! Here-let's have a nice big kiss at you before we go!” Stella's arms went round her and Rose looked at me a little doubtfully.

“You have no objections, Rita?”

“I don't think so,” I smiled.

“When Stella said a 'nice big kiss' in the past, it meant a meal!”

“I think Rita will agree that you deserve it, eh, Rita?”

“Go ahead,” I murmured. “I certainly do.”

I watched as their arms went about each other and their faces met, mouth wide open. Cheeks hollowed and there was a faint suctioning sound; they pressed closer, hands stroking up and down one another's back. I saw what Rose had meant by a “meal”! When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily and Rose's face was flushed. Stella stepped back and boldly placed her hands on the ample breasts, giving them a squeeze.

“Titties still nice and firm, darling-or do you wear reinforced bras nowadays?”

“Cheek! If you'd said that a couple of years ago, you would have had your bottom smacked soundly!”

“Well-do you?” Stella challenged.

“I certainly do not!” said Rose emphatically. “Here — I'll show you!”

Stella winked at me and I realised she had taunted her purposely. Rose reached behind her and pulled down a zip; the dress went slack at the front and she drew it from her shoulders, letting it slip to her waist. She wore only a flimsy-looking bra and her skin was smooth and creamy. With a flourish, she removed the bra and held it out from her body, drawing herself up proudly. I was impressed. Her breasts were very big and looked heavy, yet stood out from her chest as firm as melons. They were a beautiful shape, with large dark nipples standing out from the paler aureoles. “Well-how about that?”

“Beautiful!” breathed Stella. “Aren't they. Rita? And still as firm as ever.” Stella reached out and touched them, lifted them, ran her fingers lightly over the nipples, then pulled back quickly. “Uh-uh-naughty girl! I'll tell Dorothy!”

“You shouldn't have touched me there, then; I can't held a natural reaction!” Rose started to put her bra back on.

“Wait a minute; now you have them out-how about a kiss at them-just for old time's sake?”

“Now you're going a bit too far in front of Rita. Don't forget, she's not used to all this.”

“Well, we'll get her used to it. Tell you what-I'll kiss one and Rita can kiss the other; she's never touched another woman's breasts, except mine.”

“What about Rita herself?” Rose looked at me doubtfully. “You wouldn't want to…”

“I think I should like to,” I found myself already whispering, my throat dry, as I eyed those magnificent breasts.

“You just lie back nice and comfy on the bed, darling and we'll do the rest.” Stella pushed Rose back. Her knees caught on the edge and she sat down, breasts bouncing. Stella pressed her right back and sat on one side of her while I sat on the other.