Sorting Out The Smiths Ch. 04

"He's your basic man then," said Elizabeth smiling a little. This forced a laugh from Lianne too, which pleased her even more. "There now, all this fuss over a masseuse."

Lianne pushed herself away from the blonde and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her silk gown. "I know it's stupid, I know it is. But I live for these days, these times I get with him – they're time to myself, time for me. But I'm scared I'm too dependent on them...on him..."

Elizabeth nodded sympathetically. "We all need our boosts in this crappy life," she said. "I don't blame you for being disappointed."

There was silence while Lianne pulled herself together, broken only by the low hum of an airplane flying across the clear blue sky.

Then Elizabeth broke it slowly. "Lianne, I don't know how much of a help I can be really, but...well, I used to know quite a bit about aromatherapy and stuff like that. I used to practice it at university. If you'd like, I could try and give you your massage. I'm probably a bit rusty, mind, but...well, its something at least, isn't it?"

Lianne thought it through. It wouldn't be what she'd wanted, but the blonde was right – at least it was something. "Okay," she said, "why not?"

"Great," smiled Elizabeth. "So...if you want to get ready..."

Lianne nodded and walked over to the massage table. As she untied the robe and slipped it off of her shoulders, she suddenly felt herself caught in a slight nervousness. She had no qualms about getting naked in front of Oliver, but it was different with Elizabeth – Elizabeth was a studier, an analyst. Who knew what stories she could tell from Lianne's body? She couldn't bear to turn around and see Elizabeth looking at her, though she was sure it was easy to feel those green eyes darting all over her nakedness. She quickly climbed onto the massage table and laid face down.

For a moment nothing happened before something cold and wet hit the small of her back. She yelped in surprise and blushed furiously.

"Sorry," said Elizabeth, "the gel's a little cold to begin with."

Lianne raised her head, puzzled. "Where did you get gel?"

"There's a whole pile of brand new stuff here, didn't you see it? I reckon Wanda's been buying you some fresh supplies. Now then, are you ready?"

Elizabeth began to gently caress the gel into Lianne's skin, bringing her hands up onto the shoulders and back down again. For several minutes she continued this motion with soft, light touches.

This was something new for Lianne; already it felt completely different to a massage from Oliver, not just in the obvious things, like hands, but in the speed, the pace of the act. Usually she knew Oliver would have moved on to another part of her body by now. Elizabeth was taking her time, as if every last part of her back was of vital importance. It made Lianne feel a little warm inside, made her feel cared for more than ever before. She was too relaxed to become completely freaked out by this new feeling.

Finally Elizabeth moved her hands downwards, but way downwards, right to the bottom of her feet, gently caressing every pink toe, up to the soles and around the ankles.

"Tell me if I do anything wrong," she asked Lianne. "Or if you want me to stop."

Lianne chuckled. "So far you're doing everything right."

"Good, and hopefully it'll stay that way."

Now Elizabeth's hands were creeping slowly up the back of Lianne's legs, stroking them gently, relaxing the muscles until they felt like jelly, without even using any force at all it seemed.

Lianne let a small contented sigh escape her lips before suddenly feeling her throat become very dry. The magic hands were not stopping as they ascended up her legs. They had gone past her knees now, were beginning to circle her thighs.

Lianne felt a familiar tingle within her body, only this time it felt like it had been multiplied by ten. It was like a fire burning inside of her. She began to lick her lips in her increasingly drying mouth. There was no need to panic just yet, she told herself. Nothing unusual has happened just yet...

She let out a small, soft moan by accident as the hands and, in particular, two thumbs, grazed ever so slightly over the swollen lips of her sex before they began to knead lightly at her tight buttocks.

"Are you okay?" Elizabeth asked, bending down and whispering it softly in Lianne's ear.

"Mm hmm," murmured Lianne.

"Then," continued Elizabeth, stroking several strands of long black hair down to their very tips as she spoke, "would you like to turn over?"

Lianne's eyes sprang wide open. As if she had no self-control left she stuttered, "Yeah...yeah, okay, hang on."

Somewhat clumsily she rolled herself onto her back. As she did so she caught a sight of the bottom half of Elizabeth's body. The strap of a black thong was clearly visible above the small black jogging shorts. She wanted to stretch out and toy with it, to tease it, but instead she lay there, frozen in anticipation. She couldn't close her eyes now; she didn't want to. She wanted to see Elizabeth's green eyes devour her body lustfully, which they were indeed doing. She felt the nipples on her large breasts become erect like bullets. Was it getting even hotter in here than usual? It must have been the heat from the sun through the glass of the conservatory. Lianne could feel herself starting to sweat

Elizabeth's hands began to start their gentle caressing again, so restrained, painfully restrained. Lianne wanted them on her 42D breasts now, squeezing them, teasing them, but the question froze in her throat as the expert analyst did exactly that.

Her touch was so soft yet it sent shivers down Lianne's spine, volts of electricity through her body. She felt an immense wetness already between her thighs, and she could smell it too, but she was too turned on to be embarrassed by that. Instead she stared Elizabeth intently in the eyes, silently begging her not to stop what she was doing, please don't stop, oh god!

A thought had occurred to the blonde beauty, Lianne could tell. Something was bouncing around her mind. It better not be something that could stop this, she thought. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, breathing deeply, feeling her heartbeat race.

She heard Elizabeth say, "Lianne, I'm going to try something," and then it was like fireworks and nuclear explosions throughout her body as she felt something delve deep into her soaking wet pussy, lapping at the sweet juices. It was her tongue, Elizabeth's tongue, and oh did it feel good!

"Oh fuck!" cried Lianne and opened her eyes to see Elizabeth face down in her sex, her hands still teasing and caressing her nipples. "Oh shit! Oh...fuck...!"

Elizabeth was singing songs of joy once again in her head. It may have been a long time since she'd had virgin cock but it had been even longer since she'd tasted the sweet juice of another woman's pussy. It felt so good; not just the taste, but the feeling of power that overwhelmed her now. She was making Lianne feel alive again, making her feel brand new and so amazing! And for her, for Elizabeth, it made her rush back to that first glorious summer in college, where she'd really let her inhibitions go, when she'd discovered how wonderfully different pleasure could be.

She searched out for Lianne's clit with her probing tongue, finding it quickly and easily as the expert she was. She began to flick it mercilessly, before probing the pussy again, feeling the sweetness hit the roof of her mouth instantly.

Lianne never wanted this to stop; she wanted it to keep on going for the rest of her life. Never had she ever considered having another woman eat her out. There had been opportunities in the past that she'd turned down – foolishly turned down, she thought now. She missed the chance to feel like this so many times?

She began to cry louder and louder as the tongue continued its wonderful work. She could feel the brimming of an almighty orgasm, the most powerful one she'd had for some time. She spat out in up most pleasure, "Elizabeth...oh fuck...fuck...I'm coming...oh...oh!"

The delighted cries only furthered Elizabeth's determination. She felt the older brunette buckle beneath her, shoving her ass upwards into the air as if trying to get more and more of Elizabeth's tongue in there. Finally with an almighty scream followed by several loud whimpers, Lianne came and came and came and never wanted it to end.

She lay there on the massage table, exhausted and still murmuring softly though broken breaths. Elizabeth lifted her head, her face drenched in the most wonderfully smelling stickiness. She continued to stroke Lianne's face and arms, helping to calm herself down more than anything else.

Eventually Lianne opened her eyes. Her mouth still felt awfully dry, but her body – it felt different. It hadn't felt like this in...well, three years.

"Three years," she repeated softly.

"What about three years?" asked Elizabeth, still stroking her head.

Lianne snapped back to reality. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious, despite knowing that Elizabeth had now seen everything there was to see of her. She reached down onto the floor for her robe and held it over her still tingling breasts, as if it would recover some modesty.

"I...er...I'm not quite sure what to say..." she stuttered.

Elizabeth straightened her back. "You don't need to say anything," she said. "I think I may need to apologise, though. I think I may have gone a little too far too soon..."

"No," said Lianne quickly, taking the blonde's hand and squeezing it tightly, "no, Elizabeth. I...I'm not sorry you did what you did. Matter of fact, I think I needed it really, but...well, maybe I should be apologising to you, showing you my body..."

"Don't be stupid," said Elizabeth, a little sternly. "You're a beautiful woman, Lianne. Never forget that. Every woman, one way or the other, is beautiful."

Lianne smiled. "Am I more beautiful than Miss Plastic Fantastic?"

"Yes," laughed Elizabeth, "god, yes. Twenty times more beautiful than that walking dummy!"

The two women laughed and held each other close; any embarrassment that may have been hanging in the air was gone. For the rest of the day, after Lianne had washed and changed, they spent their time in the warm afternoon sunshine, drinking ice cold juice in big comfy garden chairs, surrounded by the colours and smells of the gorgeous flower beds and the sounds of summer all around – the birds, the bees, the distant ice cream vans, the school children coming home.

There was one thing slightly out of the ordinary, though; Lianne had to get the drinks herself. There was no sign of Wanda anywhere.

"Not that I'm complaining," Lianne added as Elizabeth took a long sip from her third glass, "I don't mind if she's gone out. But she would have usually let me know if she was."

Elizabeth shrugged and put on a pair of large sunglasses. "The sunshine can do strange things to you," she pondered.

*****

When Jack returned home he too was in the mood for a tall glass of something refreshing. He was a little surprised that he wasn't in the mood for sex as he normally was. Though he hadn't revealed what had happened to him the previous day to anyone, he was sure people could see a difference in him. People had stopped talking behind his back, and thank god the secret laughing had stopped. Even Ashley Webb had spoken to him – not just a simple "hello" but a full length five minute conversation. Who knew, maybe he was still in with a chance?

As he walked into the kitchen he thought he heard a strange sound coming from deeper into the house. At first he didn't think much of it, but when he heard it again he became curious.

Walking as quietly as possible, Jack walked down a dim lit corridor that he seldom walked down. This was the way to a couple of rooms that were specifically for Wanda – her own small private bathroom and bedroom to be exact. The noise was coming from the latter of these, and already Jack could tell what was going on.

He felt a little nauseous but still wanted to see, just for a laugh...at least that's what he told himself. He bent down and looked through the keyhole of the door. He couldn't see much, but what he could see almost made him laugh out loud at the absurdity of it.

Wanda was on her bed, naked and on her front. Right behind her, on his knees and naked too, glistening with what looked like oil was Jack's mother's masseuse, pounding the maid in and out with what looked like a very impressive tool. Both were obviously enjoying it as the vocal evidence was loud and full of expletives.

Jack stood up and walked back down the corridor, shaking his head. Everyone was getting some in this house at the moment, except his dad, of course. It suddenly made Jack start to worry a bit more about his parents and their marriage. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help, and decided to talk to Elizabeth about it first chance he got. The blonde was beginning to become part of the family, let alone a guest – just as she said she wanted to.