Emily Ch. 01

Gina was making the loudest noises, little grunts deep in her throat that were becoming louder and more insistent as she got closer to her orgasm. Emily was whimpering softly through tightly closed lips, her own unfamiliar path to orgasm getting closer and closer.

It was Gina who came first, warning the world first with a shouted "I'm gonna fucking cuuummmmm!" The grunts then became suddenly louder and turned into open mouthed gasps, and her hips began to dance, lifting from the chair in spasms as her fingers flew over her clit and her other hand mauled and tugged her breast. It was, by any standard, an epic orgasm, lasting for what seemed to be forever with wave after wave of sensations sweeping through her. When it was over she lay back in her chair, panting and spent, and she was not immediately aware of the effect her climax had had on Emily, or how close the black girl was to her own first orgasm.

When she gathered herself enough to take notice she saw that Emily had her eyes closed, her back was arched and she was rubbing hard on her clit. Her other hand had gripped her nipple and was pulling and twisting it, the pain it must have caused lost in the sea of sex sensations that Emily was awash with.

Gina leaned forward for a closer view, fascinated by what she saw, conscious only of a room heavy with the scent of horny women and of a delightful girl in the throes of sexual enjoyment. When Emily's orgasm struck her eyes flew open, shiny and bright, and locked with Gina's, looking deep into the older woman's soul to find reassurance for what she was experiencing. Emily didn't buck or thrash about as she reached orgasm, she just went rigid, her back muscles locking and her whimpering turning into a high pitched keening noise that came from between tightly gritted teeth. It was not until the dam burst within her and the river of ecstasy flowed through her that she eventually opened her mouth and gasped for breath.

While ever the sensations of orgasm continued Emily stared straight into Gina's eyes, half smiling, half bewildered, gasping and panting, lost in a sea of sex. But as soon as it faded she burst into tears and turned away, sobbing heavily.

Gina had certainly not expected that reaction, and she immediately moved to sit beside Emily and gathered the young coloured girl in her arms, holding her close and running her fingers through her curly hair.

For several long minutes she held Emily close, then Emily, her sobbing quietening, turned towards her and put her arms around Gina, the two women, still naked, embracing on the sofa. Emily looked up shyly at Gina and Gina looked down to Emily, offering comfort and encouragement in her smile.

"I'm sorry, but I felt so ashamed." Emily was sniffling still, but she was nearly back in control. It had been the emotional release of her orgasm that had triggered her tears.

"Why ashamed? Because of what we've been doing?" Gina was concerned and puzzled.

"Because I spied on you through the window."

"You didn't spy, you watched. And I wanted you to."

"But I didn't know that when I did it, and I shouldn't have done it."

"Well I'm glad you did, so don't ever regret it." Gina hesitated. "I hope you might want to watch me again?"

Emily nodded shyly, it was getting to be her usual answer, but Gina was delighted.

"Come on then, lets go and have a shower, then we'll feel better."

"No. No, I'll go home and get one, if you don't mind." Suddenly Emily needed to be alone; she wanted time to think about what she had got herself into. Her mind was in turmoil, startled at what had happened, amazed at the excitement of it, but not yet sure whether to be pleased or angry with herself. She knew for sure that she wanted it to happen again, but her upbringing would not leave her mind at rest.

"Oh, you've not fallen out with me have you?" Gina was worried that Emily was regretting their time together.

"Oh no, I just need a bit of time on my own." Emily disentangled herself from Gina's arms and went to find her knickers.

"Oh, ok, but you will call in again?" Gina just sat naked, looking up at Emily getting dressed. It was not just an invitation for tea, and both of them knew it.

"I'd love to, if you really want me to?" Emily turned anxiously, needing confirmation that she really had read the invitation correctly.

"Tomorrow evening then? Maurice is on lates again." That was the answer Emily needed. Breaking out in a smile Emily then picked up her tabard and rushed out through the door, still blushing furiously at the prospect of them being naked together again tomorrow.