Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (36 page)

There was a pause before Skye said, "I see."

Dee wondered if she should have been more specific.  "I like the slight roughness of a man's hands and the feel of his body lying over me - " 

Skye's head came up.  "I'm lying over you."  The fiord blue eyes were showing green and Dee suddenly understood what the cross-examination was about.  

"Their bodies are different too of course," she went on, warming to the subject.  "Hairier. 
Harde
r
."  She prodded Skye's breasts from the sides and was rewarded by a low growl.  "And there's something about a man's strength that makes me feel protected." 

"What sort of submissive bullshit is that?"  Skye reared back.

"I was just trying to explain - "

"I can protect you as well as any man."  Up on her knees now, Skye loomed over Dee with all beauty and fury of an indignant Valkyrie.  "It's that
Champion
you want isn't it?  With his big cock and his arrogant eyes," she seethed.  "The next time I see him I'll - "

Dee grabbed Skye's waist and rolled them both into the lagoon.  Clear blue water enveloped them and it cooled Dee's body, refreshing her mind. 

Skye, however, came up spluttering.  "Don't think you can distract me because I..."

Employing Tony's strategy, Dee leant forward and kissed Skye where they stood, chest deep in the sparkling water.  As she'd expected, the girl calmed instantly.  Dee stroked her smooth, dripping hair and Skye melted against her, offering her soft, deliciously full lips and the earnestness of her pleasure.  

Again, Dee was filled with the wonder of this same-sex union and she thanked Peter silently for his benevolence and his wisdom.  So often had she done this, that it now had the flavour of a ritual prayer.

"You kiss so well," Skye said when they both stopped for air.

"I practice," Dee replied smiling. 

"With men of course." 

"Of course."  Dee licked her lips.  "I've kissed all the Lost Boys.  Except for Mack."

"Which one was he?  The homosexual?  Or the knife one?"  Skye loved listening to Dee's stories.

"Mack was the one with the knife," Dee confirmed, stroking one of Skye's prominent cheekbones.  "The one who looks as though he should be your brother."

"So who do you like to kiss the best?"  Skye tried for a confident smirk but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Dee pretended to consider the question. "Well, Tony and Josh certainly put a lot of effort in, and Christophe kisses like an angel but I think if you're talking about natural talent, Xavion would have to be the best."  She paused to sigh, letting her eyes go a little misty.  Beneath her hands Skye's trembling increased.  "He has the most marvellous tongue.  Not to mention other pieces of his anatomy - "

"I'll cut it off!" 

Skye lurched out of her arms and after a startled second, Dee found she couldn't hold onto her laughter any longer. 

Skye looked at her in astonishment.  "You're teasing me."

"I couldn't resist."  Dee tried to look apologetic.  "You're so scrumptious when your angry."   

"You don't want his cock?" 

"Well..." 

That belligerent bottom lip of Skye's forced its way out and Dee decided it was time to steer away from the subject of Xavion's virility.  "There's more to Xavion than impressive hardware.  He has fascinating insights."

"So do I."  The chin jutted out.

"He's a strong leader."

"I can be a leader."

"He has lovely rough, hairy legs."

Skye frowned.  "You're teasing me again."

Dee kissed her.  Softly.  Briefly.  "How could I want Xavion when I have you," she admonished.  "You have something infinitely more beautiful than a 'big cock'."

"Do I?  What?"  Skye's bolshy manner hid an insecurity so endearing Dee wanted to kiss her from head to toe.  "What is it?" she demanded.  "Tell me."

"These," Dee whispered as she lowered her hands to cup the fullness of Skye's magnificent breasts.  Slick with water, they were heavy, firm and high.  "I have only to look at them to be aroused," Dee said lovingly.  "Let me look at them."

Dee led her to the tumble of boulders that separated the encroaching jungle from a corner of their salty playground.  There, in the waist deep water, she pressed Skye back over a smooth rock and arranged her - arm here, head just so.  Then stepped back to admire the result.  "Close those beautiful eyes." 

Skye shot her an impatient glance.  She liked to be the one in control. 

"Please?"

Skye rolled her eyes, then closed them, stretching her back and arching her breasts higher in a parody of the cheesecake pose Dee had put her in.

Despite Skye's mocking, Dee caught her breath at the sight.  "Nymph," she whispered, enchanted by the glistening portrait she'd created.

"Nordic Nymph?"

Dee lay a finger over her lips, quieting her.  "Hush.  Let me enjoy."  She slid the finger down Skye's cheek to the wet strands of hair that lay over the rock, then on to twine among individual hairs drifting in the crystalline water. 

But not for long.  Those firm, womanly breasts drew her hand and soon it was sliding over Skye's shoulder, tracing the arc skywards to encircle a tiny pouted nipple - a bud that appeared too small to be crowning such a lush breast.  Then down the other side, backs of her fingers trailing over the girlish row of ribs, before sliding into the water where her lower body was submerged.

"You look like a real mermaid sunning herself on a rock," Dee whispered.

"I am a real mermaid," Skye said.  "Can I get up now?"

Dee ignored that.  "Tell me about Belle," she commanded, her fingers gliding teasingly over the girl's abdomen.

Skye opened her eyes.  "She's coming today.  Bringing the two other mermaids back."

Dee's hand stilled.  "What other mermaids?" 

"Zoe and Sasha.  They were here before you came.  Belle took them away so I could have you to myself."

Dee ignored her smug expression.  "Who are they?  What are they like?"  Her mind buzzed with possibilities.

"I don't know if I should tell you," Skye teased.  "You might prefer them to me."

Dee bent and gave her a kiss that left both of them breathless.  "Tell me," she ordered, and Skye relented. 

"Sasha is just beautiful," she said, her voice taking on a dreamy tone.  "She has skin the colour of coffee and eyes like black velvet and she wears the most exquisite jewellery.  She's a belly dancer, and when she moves..." Skye closed her eyes in silent rapture.

"What?"  Dee poked her.  "Tell me."

Skye sighed theatrically.  "She's so exotic, so... sinuous.  Then there's her taste..."   

Dee knew this was her punishment for teasing Skye earlier but she was intrigued enough to go along with it.

"You've tasted her?"

Skye licked her lips.  "Every fragrant inch," she bragged, "from the emerald in her head-dress to the rings on her toes, and
everything
in between." 

Dee licked her own lips, imagining the creamy brown skin under her tongue.  "Belle's bringing her here this morning?"

Skye opened her eyes and looked at Dee.  "Oh.  No, you can't..."  She shook her head.  "Zoe won't let you near Sasha.  She's very jealous."

"But you said - "

"I had Sasha before Zoe came and they got together.  Before you came and we..."  Skye trailed off and if Dee hadn't known better she'd swear the girl was embarrassed.

"So they're a couple, and we're a couple?  No swapping."

Skye looked relieved.  "Yes.  That's it." 

Dee nodded, keeping her thoughts to herself.  "Then obviously you haven't had Zoe?"