Georgia's English Rose (6 page)

“You’re not cold are you, honey?” she
breathed.

“Hot,” I said.

“That’s good. I wanna kiss you again, Lil. I
wanna kiss you so goddamn much.”

“Kiss me then, Georgia,” I said, and as she
did I lay back and she rolled on top of me, her mouth on my mouth,
opening against my lips, and I thrust upward as her thigh pressed
between my legs.

I wanted to move my tongue, wanted to lick
her lips and tried to stop myself in case I disgusted her, but my
tongue wouldn’t listen, had a life of its own and I let it go where
it wanted. I ran the tip of my tongue along Georgia’s full bottom
lip and heard her gasp. Her tongue came back and did the same to
me. Our lips met again, mouths open, and this time my tongue went
past her lips and I found hers coming to meet mine. I think I
groaned. I know I felt Georgia’s lips vibrate against my own.

My hands stroked her silky back, running up
and down the muscled length, and I let them stray further and rest
against the bloom of  her full backside. I rolled the globes
in my palms and Georgia pushed against me, grinding her pubic hair
against my leg which lay trapped between hers. Her pussy was so
wet, pressing against my thigh, her labia flattening against my
skin. Somehow as we moved my pajama bottoms worked further down
until they draped below my knees. As soon as Georgia gave me space
I would kick them free and we would both be naked.

I felt as though my entire body was licked
with fire.

Georgia’s mouth lifted from mine but only to
kiss my neck. I arched my back, a tingle running directly to the
eager point between my legs. Georgia might be wet, but I was sure I
was leaking.

“You remember what we did in the bath?” I
said, beyond shyness now.

“How could I forget, honey?” Georgia pecked
at my chin, my earlobes, my neck. Her hand stroked my breasts,
found my nipples and tugged them.

“I think I’m going to have to do it again,”
I said.

“Yeah? Okay if I join in too?”

“You have to,” I said.

“I think I do,” Georgia said.

She rolled away from me and pushed the
blankets down with her feet so they fell all the way off the end of
the bed. I took the opportunity to kick my pajamas off. Georgia
glanced at me and grinned, slid her hand down her flat belly and
directly between her legs. I watched her fingers find herself and
push inside.

“You like watching me do myself, Lil?”

I nodded.

“Show me,” she said, her face flushed,
fingers moving fast. “I like to watch too.”

I saw her stare at my hand as I lowered it.
I teased her, approaching my pubic patch before slowing. I lifted
my hand back to my breasts and stroked them, moved lowered again.
Georgia lifted her knees and placed one leg across mine so the back
of her calf rested against my thigh.

I slid my hand down, touched my soft patch
of hair, fine and light, red brown in daylight, dark in the dusk. I
reached my pussy lips, hot and plump with arousal, and when I
parted them with my finger juices flowed onto my thigh. I had never
been so wet before. I was melting, dripping between my legs.

“Oh my God, Lil, that looks so damn good.
Move your fingers for me, honey.”

I watched Georgia’s hand pleasuring herself,
began to move my own in time, matching her rhythm, as if Georgia’s
fingers were my fingers. We both breathed hard, the bed rocking
beneath us.

“You gonna be long, sweet thing?” Georgia
said.

“No,” I gasped.

“I’m about there,” she said, her voice
breaking a little. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I never
come this quick.”

“I’m nearly there too, Georgia,” I said.

“Together,” she said. “I want us to do it
together.”

“Yes.”

“I think I’m there, Lil honey. I think I’m
goddamn there.”

“Me too,” I said.

Georgia rolled over and said, “Now. I’m
coming now, honey. Kiss me again.”

She leaned over, her mouth meeting mine and
we kissed even though we could hardly breathe, air hissing through
our noses. Georgia straddled my waist, her hand bumping against my
belly as she brought herself to a trembling peak. My arm lay
trapped beneath her body, her pubic hair brushing my skin, her
wetness leaking onto me. Georgia bent over and kissed me, her free
hand working my breasts and I lifted my own to grasp hers, shaking
beneath my palm as she worked herself furiously.

“Yeah, honey, now,” she breathed into my
mouth, and I pushed my fingers far inside myself as the wonder
exploded throughout me.

I grunted, heat surging outward from my
pussy and washing to my very fingertips and toes. Georgia jerked
and shivered on top of me, her mouth trying to kiss me but she was
gasping too much, lifting her hand to stifle the sounds.

“It’s okay, Georgia,” I said. “Everyone’s at
the other end of the house.”

“Oh fuck, honey,” she gasped. I had never
heard her curse before, but the sound excited me wildly. It wasn’t
the same as when the soldiers swore, didn’t sound coarse coming
from Georgia’s beautiful lips.

I lifted up from my waist and did what I had
wanted to do since Georgia straddled me. I put my mouth around her
wonderful nipple and sucked. Georgia put her hand behind my head,
holding me against her, rocked against my belly, her pussy flat on
my skin, her juices slicking me.

She pushed me down and said, “Again. I need
to go again. You ready for seconds, Lil?”

I nodded, lifting my hands back to her
breasts. It was impossible to stop touching her now.

“That was unbelievable,” she said, her
fingers touching my skin, exploring my body. “I have never felt
anything so wonderful in my life. I want more. Lots more.”

“I love you, Georgia,” I said, scaring
myself because I hadn’t meant to say the words aloud.

But she grinned. “I know, honey, I
know.”

I waited, but she didn’t say the words I
wanted to hear, not then.

I was bereft when she rolled away from me,
but it was only for a moment. She lay on her side facing me, pulled
me toward her. I pushed my hand down between my legs, ready to go
again but Georgia’s hand grabbed mine and moved it across, placed
it over her bush.

She let my hand go and her fingers brushed
against my sparse pubic hair.

“I want to do you this time, Lil,” she said
as she kissed me again. “Is that okay, honey? Can I do this thing
to you?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“And you gotta do me back,” she said
huskily. “I want you to touch me down there, Lil. Will you do it
for me, honey?”

I nodded again, croaked, “I want to,
Georgia. I want to so much.”

“Yeah… I know you do.”

Her long fingers brushed my puffed outer
lips, toying with me. She searched and found the hard nub of my
clitoris and pressed and I almost died.

Georgia’s pubic hair was denser than mine,
but still soft. I ran my fingers through the light down, on to the
dampness between her thighs, found her clitoris, much larger than
mine, poking from beneath its hood, simply demanding to be
touched.

“Oh yeah, Lil, rub me there honey.”

I tugged her clitoris between my fingers and
Georgia pushed against me. I turned my hand to press her, my
fingers curved down to cup the closed slit between her legs.

“Oh honey,” Georgia breathed. “This can’t be
wrong.”

She had her fingers inside me already,
moving over my oiled inner walls, waves of pleasure exploding
outward from her touch. I parted her pussy lips and pushed a finger
inside and she groaned. We lay face to face, our lips pecking
kisses as our hands pleasured each other. Georgia’s breasts
trembled against mine. Her hand stroked my side, my neck, my face.
I touched her breasts, hardly believing we were doing what I had
secretly dreamed about for so long. I loved this girl. Loved her
more than anything in the universe.

Georgia panted hard, sweat beading her neck,
and before I was ready she pulled me hard against her and gasped a
muffled cry into my neck.

“Yes honey… like that… rub me there… Right
there honey… just there… oh sweet Jesus, Lil…”

She shook against me and I pushed my fingers
deep inside her, her legs closing around my hand as she tightened
inside. Georgia threw her head back and arched to one side, arms
spread as she pushed her hips against my hand. I believe she
completely lost control for a moment, her entire body shaking,
breasts quivering so wildly I was unable to look away.

Somewhere inside muscles gripped my fingers,
tightening around them. Georgia pulled her hand inward and bit the
heel of her thumb as she tried to hold a cry inside.

Only slowly did she stop shaking, releasing
a long, deep sigh, but when I started to withdraw my hand,
disappointed because I thought our lovemaking over and I had not
reached my peak again, Georgia gripped my wrist and said, “Again,
Lil. I’m gonna be ready again any second. And you haven’t come yet,
honey. Lie down, let me do you now.”

She turned, my fingers slipping free, moved
around until her backside was next to my head. I slipped my hand
between her legs and slid a finger back inside. Georgia put her
fingers into me again, working them hard.

She leaned over and pulled on one of my
nipples with her teeth and I nearly died. I nearly died again when
she kissed my belly. She leaned over me, kissing down my body and I
was scared, didn’t know if I wanted what I thought she was going to
do, afraid she might not.

I worked my fingers inside her and heard her
breathing grow faster. I thought she might reach her peak again at
any moment, and I wanted to join her. But I didn’t think I could
wait, because her mouth had gone beyond my navel and her lips found
my pubic hair. Georgia stopped, perhaps uncertain herself because
she hesitated, kissing the point at the top of where my little bush
faded into my belly. Her fingers dipped into me and I knew I was
there.

“Georgia,” I gasped. “Oh Georgia, yes…”

My own fingers probed between her legs, my
hand slapping between her thighs, the back of my arm touching
between the cheeks of her backside each time I lifted my hand. I
reached across with my free hand and held her breasts, letting them
bounce and jostle against my palm.

“Oh honey,” Georgia muttered. “Do me again,
honey, I’m about to explode.”

“Mm,” I said, as the fire lit deep inside me
and spread rapidly outward. “Mm-mm-mm.”

She kissed my belly, licked her tongue
through my sparse pubic hair and this time she went further, her
tongue finding my clitoris and I gasped aloud as the most
unbelievable orgasm filled me, my entire body shaking. I couldn’t
keep my legs still and they twitched and trembled uncontrollably. I
don’t think Georgia can have felt anything as powerful I did, but
she did manage three to my two which only seemed fair.

I stopped rubbing Georgia but left my
fingers inside her as she slid down onto the bed, her head down by
my toes. We lay curled together as our breathing slowly returned to
normal. Georgia turned and came back up the bed, lay tight against
me and pulled me to her. We kissed.

“What was it you said earlier, Lil?” Georgia
asked me.

“I don’t know. What did I say?”

The light had almost completely gone now,
but I saw her eyes searching my face. “Did you mean what you said,
Lil?”

“What did I say, Georgia?”

“You know. You remember. Did you mean what
you said? I need to know, Lil.”

Suddenly my heart started hammering in my
chest. Every point our bodies touched raised an aching flame. My
hand rested against Georgia’s waist, the touch burning my palm. She
kissed me.

“ I love you, Georgia,” I said again.

She smiled. “Good. Because I love you too,
Lil. I love you so very much.”

“Georgia,” I said, and my voice broke as
tears welled in my eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry, honey. I meant what I said.
I really do love you.”

“I’m so happy, Georgia. So happy.”

“Yeah. But we’re gonna have to be careful,
Lil. If anyone finds out what we’ve done they’ll split us up. You
know they will. You remember what happened to Angie Turner and
Becky Miller? They got caught, and they were only kissing. They
sent one to Scotland and one to Wales. If anyone saw us like we are
now I don’t know what they’d do.”

“Send us further than Scotland and Wales,” I
said.

“I guess they would.”

She kissed me again and I kissed her too. We
did that for a while, then Georgia said, “What time do your folks
get up in the morning?”

“About six. Mummy always gets up and makes
breakfast before Daddy goes out.”

“Will she come in here?”

I shook my head. “I expect Mummy will bring
us a cup of tea, but not too early. About eight, probably.
Why?”

“I want to sleep with you like this as long
as I can. I want your skin against mine all night.”

I looked at her and rolled away. “I’ll set
the alarm for seven,” I said, rolled back as Georgia enveloped me
in her arms.

When my mother came in with
a tray holding two cups, a teapot, a small jug of milk and some
biscuits, we were dressed again. Mummy put the tray on the box at
the foot of the bed and drew the curtains. We had only closed them
after the alarm woke us to get dressed.

“Did you sleep well, girls?” she asked,
smiling at us from the window.

“This bed is wonderful,” Georgia said. Her
accent was strong this morning, and I thought she was deliberately
exaggerating for Mummy. “I can’t remember the last time I slept so
well.”

She sat up against the pillows and I caught
Mummy glancing down as Georgia’s breasts moved inside her negligee.
My old cotton pajamas covered me completely. I couldn’t even begin
to guess what Mummy thought of Georgia.

“Take your time, girls,” she said as she
made for the door. “Breakfast in about an hour. Mikey’s having a
lie in too.”