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  “Your turn.” My mouth dives straight towards her clit and the moan escaping her upon contact is loud enough to wake the nearest neighbours. She covers her mouth with her hand and buries the back of her head into the sheets. Her fingers barely muffle her cries of ecstasy as I flick my tongue around her clit while my fingers explore the depths of her pussy.

  She starts to tremble underneath me, her muscles twitching under her skin.

  “Good god.” I make out from under her hand. She lets it fall back onto the sheets and breathes heavily. Two short sighs announce the arrival of her orgasm and I twist my fingers deep inside her. My tongue swirls furiously over her clit and she pushes her pelvis up until her pubes tickle my nose. She covers her face with her hands when I retreat and lay beside her again, an arm slung over her ribs.

  Slowly, she lowers her hands and peeks at me over her fingertips. Her eyes are watery, the remnant of a tear shattering on the pillow.

  “Fuck me,” she says uncharacteristically.

  “I believe I just did.” I push myself up and smile down at her. My gaze darts over her face, over the wonder and disbelief displayed in her eyes. I can’t really grasp it either but it sure felt great.

  “I hope we didn’t wake them.” Her lips curl into a mischievous grin.

  “They probably drank enough to knock them out for the night.” I plant a kiss on her nose. “But you did have some issues with self-control there.”

  “I can’t possibly be held responsible for that.” Her hands ruffle through my hair before dipping down to my neck. “Can I stay in your room tonight?” She seems suddenly insecure, in need of a thousand embraces.

  “It’s your house. You can do whatever you want.” I lower my head onto her shoulder and remember the kitchen incident that started all of this.

  “Really?” I feel her lips stretch into a smile against my scalp. “Because there are a few more things I’d like to try.”

  When I wake up the first thing I see is Rose’s face. Her curls riot into all directions, evidence of a night well spent. Of all the things I had expected this holiday to be—tedious, second-rate, lonely—sexually satisfying was last on my list. A dull headache throbs beneath my temples as I remember the lethal yellow shots we consumed. The sound of pans clanging against each other in the kitchen startles me and my jerky reaction wakes Rose up. First, she beams me a smile that melts my heart, then she plants a tender kiss on my forehead.

  “Morning.” She shifts her body so her cheek rests on my chest and her curls tickle my nose. Wrapping my arms around her feels strangely comfortable, as if I’ve never done anything else. Despite our desire to explore each other’s body all night, the alcohol got the better of us and we didn’t make it much further than some lip-biting and breast-fondling.

  Something producing a lot of noise thunders to the kitchen floor and sudden panic judders through my body.

  “I don’t like the sound of that.” I run my fingers through Rose’s curls. “I fear dad is cooking breakfast.”

  The window is still open and morning sun slants through. Rose sighs heavily and I can spot the reluctance in her voice.

  “Best get up. Make myself presentable for the in-laws.” Her body shakes with laughter, causing friction around my nipples. She hoists herself up and looks at me, the fine lines around her eyes crinkling with joy. “Shall I tell them or will you do the honours?”

  I playfully push her away. The thought of facing my parents half-hungover doesn’t appeal to me, but at least I’m confident their ignorance will prevent them from sussing anything out.

  “Get out of my room already, you dirty cougar.”

  Rose kneels next to me, her naked body on full display, and I feel the heat rush through me again. She brushes some strands of hair out of her face and stares down at me.

  “Sure, but be warned.” She trails her hands along her chest. “I believe you may have sexually awakened me.”

  * * *

  “Rough night, darling?” My mum pours me a cup of coffee and spoons in the exact amount of sugar I want without having to ask.

  “My fault entirely, Helen.” Rose wears her poker face well. “I’m afraid I dragged young Cat to Fabio’s.”

  “Ah,” dad chimes in. “No good can come of that.” If only he knew.

  “Can we borrow your car this morning? We had to take a taxi back.” Rose seems to eat her eggs differently this morning, with much more lip and finger licking than I can bear.

  “Very sensible.” Dad sports a neon yellow polo shirt today, making him look like an artificially enhanced lemon. “Of course. Helen and I were thinking of taking the bicycles out this afternoon.” My ears perk up at the prospect of my parents leaving the house. “Would you care to join us?”

  Rose rubs her temples vigourously. “I do apologise for being a bad host. I think I’ll need an extended lie-down today.” No doubt, she means with me between her legs.

  “Me too,” I concur. “That stuff he poured us was really vile.” I feel a tad sorry for them. They already spent the better part of yesterday alone and now we’re sending them off on their own again. We’ll need to find a balance for the rest of the week, but today the hunger for each other is too demanding. “I’ll prepare us a nice supper when you get back.” Already I feel as if I need to make amends.

  After breakfast, Rose and I can’t make it to the car fast enough. I drive and she immediately puts her hand on my thigh, her fingertips zapping electricity through my flesh.

  “Just so we’re clear.” A myriad of emotions crashes through my brain and I try to direct all my attention to driving. “They can never know about this.” Rose’s fingers dig into me, her nails scraping my skin. “They’ve accepted I’m a lesbian, but they would never understand this.”

  “No one understands.” Her hand snakes under my shorts and I need to gasp for air. “Least of all me.” She retracts her fingers and places them chastely on my knee. “Let’s make a detour. Turn left there.”

  She co-pilots me to the secluded spot where she made her first move yesterday. I salivate at the sight of it.

  “I don’t think we have a blanket in this car.” I rush to the boot but all I find is a spare tire.

  “We don’t need it.” She takes my hand. “Come on.”

  The light falls differently on the grass before noon. The sweet scent of our surroundings and the vibrant green of it all unleashes a fresh wave of nostalgia from my soul. Or maybe it’s happiness.

  She shoves me against one of the thick trees and peers into my eyes. “Let’s make a deal.”

  I nod eagerly, impatient for what’s to come.

  “Let’s not consider any consequences of our actions this week. Let’s just do what we want. We’ll worry about the rest later.” I admire Rose’s carefree spirit and I want nothing more than to go along with it, but again, it’s more complicated than that.

  “We can try.” I curl my hands around her neck. “Are you going to kiss me today, or what?”

  “I’ll do much more than that.”

  I’ve always had a thing about kissing out in the fields. It makes it more visceral, more primitive, and so much more exciting. A light breeze whips up Rose’s hair, making her curls dance in the wind. I inhale the mossy scent of the valley and Rose’s fruity perfume. Even before her lips touch mine, I know I’m already soaking wet.

  It’s a flashback to puberty when the only place I could make out with girls safely was hidden in a corner or stowed behind a tree. To revisit that sensation as an adult, to actively have to conceal this summer fling, is a potent aphrodisiac.

  Rose trails her lips from my mouth to my neck and all I see when I open my eyes is a picture perfect landscape of blue and green irregularly bordered by her hair.

  “Have you ever been naked against a tree?” she pants into my ear. “Because you’re about to be.” She hoists my top up and wastes no time yanking down the cups of my bra. My nipples firm in the midday breeze, pointing upwards to the climbing sun. Her lips nibble on my
breasts before she drops to her knees and her tongue swirls around my belly button. I’m wearing shorts with an elastic waistband so all she has to does is give them a tug and they come off. I feel the hotness of her mouth through my panties, which must be drenched by now. One kiss is enough to set my blood on fire. She slides her hands under the fabric at the back and cups my buttocks. Her touch is electrifying and I’m glad I have the tree to balance myself against. She presses her mouth into me and finds my clit.

  “I’ve been waiting for this,” she says. Suddenly, my undies are off and Rose’s hands fumble with them around my ankles. I spread my legs, the outside air tingling my swollen cunt. She licks me all the way up and down, her tongue wet and hot against me. My mouth stretches into a smile as the world around me tilts.

  Rose’s nails dig into the back of my thighs as she buries her face deeper into me. She drives her tongue inside and the sensation, the pure emotion of standing in this field with an inescapable massive orgasm on the way, makes me tear up. I don’t care about Jenny anymore and, when push comes to shove, I couldn’t care less what my parents or anyone else may think. All that matters is this moment of joy I’m sharing with Rose.

  She laps feverishly at my juices. My clit is rock hard as her tongue flicks over it, over the hub where all the nerve-endings in my body seem to collide.

  I sink my hands into her hair, that golden-brown chestnut mane that flickers in the sunlight. Her curls swing from left to right as she licks me and I hold on to them.

  “Oh yes.” I push her head into my pussy and her tongue writhes and nudges and I’m about to explode. Sparks course through my blood. I close my eyes and give in to the sensation, wave after wave of pleasure drowning me. I let go of her head as the final ripple shudders through me before sinking to the ground.

  Rose drags the back of her hand over her mouth and smacks her lips together. “Amazing,” is all she says.

  “Never too old to learn,” I say when I catch my breath. “Not bad for a first-timer.” I shoot her a tender grin. I would probably have come even if she’d only just looked at my clit.

  “Giving a woman pleasure is so much more—” She hesitates for an instant, searching for the right word. “Overwhelming.”

  “Speaking of pleasure.” I glance at the nearest tree. “I believe I owe you some.”

  Rose has shifted backwards and green patches stain her pants where her knees bend. “You don’t owe me anything.” Her smile is warm and floors me again, so much so, in fact, that I’m already beginning to wonder what I will do when I leave and no longer have access to it. “But since you’re offering.” She checks her watch. “Not here though.” She stretches out her hands and we pull each other up. “However, I do believe we have a house at our disposal this afternoon.” She curls her arm around my shoulder and we walk back to the car like lovers holidaying in a sunny paradise.

  * * *

  We spend the rest of the week stealing moments and sneaking in and out of each other’s room. Every morning when I wake up and see her face, satisfied and tan, the flawless joy of that moment drowns out the impending doom of the end of my holiday. I shove the thought of leaving as far back in my mind as possible, but soon my mum starts making allusions to it and my dad feels the need to repeat our boarding time incessantly.

  On the morning of our departure I lay awake long before Rose pries her eyes open.

  “Never had a summer love before?” Her soft words cut through the silence of dawn.

  I shake my head, suddenly unable to speak. For hours I’ve been quizzing my brain—and my heart—about these feelings that have snuck up on me. How do you shelve something like this? How do you let go? What do I say when I run into her at my parents’ house once she’s back in London? I even, very tentatively, asked myself the question if we stand a chance at all.

  “Neither have I.” She nestles her head on my shoulder and I run my fingers over the length of her arm, maybe for the last time.

  “Perhaps it doesn’t have to be.” My heart thumps in my throat. She must feel it thunder underneath her ear. “Confined to summer, I mean.” I hadn’t planned to say it. The words just rush out of my mouth, as if they have a life of their own and need to do their utmost to either make a fool of me, or attempt to save my silly little heart.

  “Is it time for the talk?”

  “I’m leaving in a few hours, so maybe we do need to discuss some things.”

  “No need.” Her breath scorches my skin. She’s supposed to be the wiser one. Then again, I’m the lesbian. “I booked a flight back home next week.” She lifts her head from my shoulder, her lips edged into a triumphant smile. “I can’t bear the thought of spending the rest of the summer here without you.”

  “Are you serious?” I sit up and find her eyes.

  “As if I’m the world’s biggest prankster.” She cocks her eyebrows up, ready to receive my tokens of eternal gratitude. I pummel her down with my body and smother her in kisses. With the prospect of a British summer without her—and Jenny—eradicated from my thoughts, I suddenly can’t wait to get back and properly date her, no matter how complicated it will be.

  “Let’s celebrate.” My fingers wander down her chest, stopping at her mound of frizzy hair, then dipping down, to touch her eager lips one more time before I take off. I stare down into her eyes as I part them. I feel her wetness on my fingertips and it burns through me. I need to fuck her again, need to leave my mark.

  A loud knock on the door makes us jump. We both hold our breath.

  “Kit-Kat, darling?” My dad’s voice beams from the hallway. “Are you up? We must go soon. We board at three.”

  Rose and I stifle our giggles. “I’ll be ready in half an hour.” I try to suppress the arousal in my voice and make it sound sleepy, as if I just woke up.

  “All right.” We listen as his footsteps shuffle away from the door.

  “Has that killed your hunger for me, Kit-Kat?” She shoots me a sensual smirk.

  “Never,” I say, and slip my finger inside her wet folds.

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