Consequences Pt. 01: Marilyn

"Sure," said Astrid.

"Like you, I'd been taking special note of Rachel as she developed over the last couple of years and I found myself wanting to be near here whenever she came over. Although I never really suspected she might be lesbian. I think I have the world's worst gaydar."

Astrid chuckled at that.

"Anyway, when she insisted on doing my hair and make-up I thought it was innocent enough. But she had on those damn shortie pyjamas, probably the same ones..." Astrid nodded. "...and when she sat down cross-legged right in front of me... well, I just couldn't help looking." Marilyn paused, shaking her head. "I should have realised then she was putting on a deliberate show for me. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and left them to it. But when I got into bed I just couldn't get Rachel out of my head. I was horny as hell and I had to..." Marilyn paused and looked guiltily at Astrid. "...you know?"

Astrid smiled and nodded: "Yes -- been there, done that -- many times!"

"Well," Marilyn continued. "I fell asleep pretty quickly afterwards and I don't know what time it was when I felt this presence by my bed. It was Rachel of course. She did the same "couldn't sleep" routine with me but this time she was complaining of ovulation cramps and asked if I could massage her tummy..." She paused looking uncertainly at Astrid.

"Go on, please," urged Astrid.

"I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't resist the chance to touch that tight young body. So next thing, she's sliding into the bed beside me and has her top pulled up to her neck. That was the first time I'd really seen her practically naked and she was even more beautiful than I'd imagined. And believe me," she said looking at Astrid. "I'd imagined quite a lot!"

Astrid smiled and nodded.

"So there I am, already incredibly horny, with my fingers rubbing her silky smooth young belly when she did the same thing to me: grabbed my hands and pulled them up to cover her breasts." Marilyn paused and pulled a wry face at Astrid. "The rest I'm sure you can guess!"

"Oh my God," sighed Astrid. "That manipulative little minx!"

"Indeed!" agreed Marilyn. "And here I've been for months feeling guilty about seducing Rachel when all the time it was her that did the seducing!"

"Well, I don't blame you one bit," said Astrid leaning toward Marilyn, looking into her eyes and holding her hands more tightly. "She's just so fucking gorgeous!"

"I know. Those eyes!"

"Those lips!"

"That body!"

The two women looked intently into each other's eyes and Marilyn saw a hunger there that she knew wasn't just for Rachel. Astrid moved in her seat closing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. Marilyn saw the tip of Astrid's tongue move provocatively as she licked her lips. When the blonde woman spoke it was barely above a whisper: "I don't mind telling you this conversation has made me very wet."

Marilyn sucked in her breath. She knew this was dangerous -- too dangerous. She needed to get out of there, to get as far away from Astrid as possible. She formed the words of apology in her mind that would allow her to escape; that would rescue her. But when it came, her whispered response wasn't any of those words.

"Me too. And my nipples are hard as bullets right now."

Astrid's pupils dilated and her tiny nostrils flared as she looked down at the tell-tale peaks at the front of Marilyn's sleeveless blouse.

"Can I see?" she asked quietly.

"Oh my God!" gasped Marilyn, her eyes darting around the busy parking lot. At that moment there was nothing she wanted more than to bare her breasts for this beautiful woman. "I can't, not here!"

Astrid squeezed her hands again. "I know a place. Drive!" there was no resisting the command in Astrid's voice and with a rapidly beating heart Marilyn slammed the car into drive and skidded out of the shopping centre car park.

*

The "place" that Astrid guided her to turned out to be the disused railway siding on the edge of town. It had been over a decade since the rail line to their small country community had been abandoned. Astrid directed Marilyn through the derelict gates to park between the old stationmaster's cottage and the goods shed. Both buildings were boarded up and covered in graffiti. Coarse weeds sprouted everywhere through the cracked bitumen and wind-blown litter was heaped in odd corners. Marilyn looked around nervously, but the car was completely hidden from the road and the chances of being seen were negligible.

The sudden silence when she turned off the engine was deafening. For most of the way there Astrid had held Marilyn's free hand and now she took it again and rubbed her thumb across the back. They turned toward each other and each allowed her eyes to drift over the other's body. When their eyes met again there was no need for words. They leaned across the dividing console and found each other's lips. Marilyn moaned at the feel and taste of the other woman's mouth -- her soft lips and questing tongue. Astrid's hands cupped Marilyn's face and tilted her head to allow their hungry mouths full play. Their kisses sent adrenaline coursing through Marilyn's body and the urgency of Astrid's response told her the blonde woman was feeling the same brand of excitement.

Astrid whispered urgently between kisses: "Oh God ... please let me see!" Marilyn glanced around and said: "Wait." She opened her door and climbed out of the car, then quickly opened the rear door and started throwing the collected family junk of bags, umbrellas, blankets and cricket bats into the rear compartment. Astrid didn't waste time in scrambling between the front seats into the back. Marilyn climbed in and the two women leaned back against their respective doors and again locked eyes. Astrid breathed deeply and simply said:

"Now."

Marilyn's fingers were trembling slightly as she began to unbutton her blouse. Astrid followed every move -- the pulse at the base of her throat visibly beating a wild tattoo. Marilyn savoured the excitement she was feeling in this unexpected but highly charged situation. She was exposing herself to another woman; in broad daylight; in the back seat of her car; to a woman she'd long fantasised about fucking. The sheer wickedness made her head spin. With the last button undone she began to pull the blouse from her jeans, conscious that her sheer bra did very little to hide her swollen nipples. She dropped the blouse to the floor of the car. Then, with her eyes firmly fixed on Astrid's, she leaned forward to reach behind and unclasp her bra. Astrid looked on in silent rapture as the bra slipped away from Marilyn's shoulders and fell into her lap, leaving her full, firm tits naked to Astrid's hungry eyes.

"Oooh fuck!" the other woman breathed at the beautiful sight before her. Her obvious admiration calmed Marilyn's nerves without reducing her excitement. She reached across the space between them and used one finger under Astrid's chin to lift her head.

"Now you!" she ordered.

"Ohhh yessss," Astrid replied and began tugging her polo top from her short skirt. She slipped it quickly over her head and deposited it with Marilyn's blouse. Her sports bra had no clips so she simply gripped the shoulder straps and slid them down her arms, pulling the bra down to her waist and letting her smaller breasts spring free. Marilyn wasn't disappointed. As she'd suspected, Astrid's B-cup sized boobs were incredibly firm and pert. Her nipples were quite dark -- almost chocolate coloured -- against her pale tit flesh, with very small areolae surrounding the tight nubs. Each gazed at the other's offerings before Astrid spoke, reaching out to Marilyn:

"Mmm come here beautiful." They slid together along the back seat and embraced, their breasts moulding together in that exquisite first contact of naked flesh on flesh. They kissed deeply again, moving their shoulders to increase the sensations of yielding breasts and brushing nipples. When Astrid broke the kiss to grip Marilyn's shoulders and push her away slightly, she wanted to protest but Marilyn felt her excitement leap when she saw the direction of Astrid's eyes and the direction of her mouth, as the beautiful blonde woman dipped her head to let her lips and tongue close over Marilyn's wantonly rigid nipple.

For the next ten minutes the two women traded kisses and caresses, taking turns to suckle each other's breasts, both yearning for more but seeming to understand the excitement in drawing out their pleasure. Marilyn's excitement rose to a plateau teetering on the edge of orgasm. She knew at least part of that excitement was due to the danger of discovery -- the same sensations she'd first experienced when she took Rachel into her bed.

Suddenly, she felt Astrid's palm cupping her mound, pressing through her jeans to tease her already dripping slit.

"Take them off!" Astrid urged her.

But that's when Marilyn's courage failed her. She squirmed away from the probing fingers, gasping for breath.

"No, no -- I'm sorry, I can't -- not here." The disappointment was patent in Astrid's pout. "I'm sorry Astrid. I want to -- I really do but this is too risky."

The blonde glanced around and sighed: "Yes -- sure -- I understand." But she leaned into Marilyn again and kissed her, cupping her right breast in one hand. She kissed along Marilyn's jawline to run the tip of her tongue around the whorls of her ear. "But I sooo want to touch you," she whispered. "You don't have to take off your jeans -- just open them."

Marilyn whimpered in her excitement and her resistance crumble. She willing complied, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding down the zipper. Astrid's right hand slid to the back of Marilyn's head pulling her into an almost violent kiss as her left hand snaked from Marilyn's breast down her belly and into the top of her panties. She found Marilyn's labia to be soaked and swollen and there was absolutely no resistance as she curled two fingers inside.

Marilyn cried out in ecstasy lifting her hips to increase the penetration and when the ball of Astrid's thumb pressed on her clit she climaxed within seconds, bucking on the seat and clamping her thighs around Astrid's hand. After long moments of rapture she slumped back into the seat trembling with the small aftershocks of her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes -- and her legs -- she saw that Astrid's face was just inches from her own and was wearing a beautiful smile.

"Wow!" was all Marilyn could manage to say.

Astrid kissed her cheek and said: "Wow indeed. I don't think I've seen anything as beautiful as your face when you were cumming." She eased her fingers out of Marilyn's pants and raised them to her own lips, sensuously and provocatively licking and sucking them clean. Marilyn watched the blatantly erotic act in lingering excitement then pressed her own mouth to Astrid's to share in the clean-up.

"Will you let me return the favour?" Marilyn asked coyly, letting one hand slide up Astrid's thigh.

Astrid followed it with her own hand and pressed Marilyn's fingers firmly against her crotch. "Gladly," she moaned. "But not today I'm afraid. I think we have probably pushed our luck today and my family will be wondering where I am?" She kissed Marilyn's lips briefly and tenderly and whispered: "I definitely want to see you again -- I want to do everything with you!"

Marilyn smiled and returned the brief kiss: "Yes please."

They chatted as they dressed.

"I can't believe how this day has gone!" laughed Astrid.

"I know," agreed Marilyn. "I never expected anything like this. Not that I regret it of course."

"Mmmm, me too. Can I confess something to you Marilyn?"

"Of course," replied Marilyn as she watched Astrid ease her pert breasts into her sports bra.

"How long have we known each other now? Almost six years?"

"Yes," Marilyn concurred. "Since our daughters started high school."

"And for all that time I've watched you from a distance and wanted to get to know you better."

"Really?" Marilyn was both surprised and puzzled. "Why?"

Astrid shrugged: "I guess I've just admired you. You always seem so confident and efficient in all the things you do in the school and the community. And yet you're not at all pushy. And..." she paused to take one of Marilyn's hands in both of hers. "... you seem to be one of those rare women who simply don't know how beautiful they are."

Marilyn was dumbfounded and a pretty blush suffused her face. "Oh now you're just being flattering. I'm not at all beautiful."

"See, you don't believe it do you? But you are beautiful. You have a simple, classic beauty that most women would die for."

"Oh my God! Well, thank you -- but I still don't believe it. And now I should confess that I've been secretly watching you for all these years as well." And blushing again she added: "And I've wanted to do much more then just getting to know you better. The truth is I've wanted to do what we've just done for ages."

This made Astrid laugh out loud. "Oh God -- if only we'd known! We could have been doing this for years. It's strange to think that it was Rachel that finally brought us together."

"Which reminds me," said Marilyn, as they climbed into the front seats and she started the car. "We haven't really decided what we should do about Rachel."

"Hmmm," agreed Astrid. "But I think I have an idea on that."

"Really? Do tell!"

"No, not yet. It's just an idea and it might be a bad one. Let me think it over for a few hours. Can I phone you later tonight?"

"Of course."

"After all," she smiled and reached across to run one fingertip around Marilyn's left nipple. "Thanks to Rachel, we do have each other's numbers now!"

Marilyn looked across at her, winked and laughed: "Yes we do!"