Emanuela Petrescu and Catarina Langella
lived together in a two-bedroom flat above a parade of shops in Childean and
apart from the fact they were both 27 years old and female they had absolutely
nothing in common at all.
Emanuela was Romanian and was a doctor at
the Winston Churchill Hospital and Caterina was Italian and was a hairdresser
at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above.
They liked different food, listened to
different music and wore different clothes.
The flat was owned by Mazzone’s and
Caterina and another girl from the shop, Isabella, split the rent but when Izzy
got married it left Cat in a hole, so she put an advert in the Chronicle and Ema
was the only applicant and apart from the fact they were complete opposites
they had lived together for 18 months and it had worked out perfectly.
Ema was tall and slender with brown hair
and dark eyes and she made Caterina cross because she didn’t make the best of
what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she was
comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Caterina had less to work with, she was
shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big nose
but she always looked immaculate, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ema.
Not that Caterina was aware of that until
the day after her birthday.
Emanuela had been on call at the Churchill
on Cats birthday and had been out after work for a leaving party and as a
result she had come home in a taxi slightly the worse for drink.
Caterina was in the bath when she returned
and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel turban
on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly
scrubbed and pink Emanuela immediately rushed towards her.
“Happy birthday draga mea” she said and
threw her arms around Caterina exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks, Ema” she replied and hugged her
back
Emanuela however didn’t release her grip
on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Caterina felt a little awkward but didn’t
really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing her
earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response Ema’s
lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s mouth.
Caterina was shocked as she had never been
kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Ema and as far
as she was aware, she had given her no encouragement or indication that she was
that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Catarina still
found her tongue was exploring Ema’s mouth with equal enthusiasm and encouraged
by her response Ema untied the belt on Catarina’s robe.
Cat’s mind was in a turmoil, she wanted to
stop but she couldn’t, all of her life Sex had always left her cold, and
unmoved with no heat or passion but after Ema had delivered Sappho’s kiss she
was on fire.
She had always put down her indifference
to the act to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate embraced, she
wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong direction,
was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt such a
kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had never
occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I like
George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself inside
Ema’s mouth and her hands were inside Caterina’s robe and then those hands
fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from her
mind.
With a hand on each breast Emanuela pushed
her back against the wall and withdrew her tongue from Catarina’s mouth and
pulled her lips away, but Cat’s lips pursued Ema’s mouth like a hungry bird.
But Ema eluded her as her mouth had
another goal and began kissing her freshly bathed skin, smelling of coconut,
beginning at her neck with kisses as soft as a butterfly’s wings, down her
chest, and then she kissed her breasts.
Caterina bit her lip in anticipation as
Emanuela tongue was flicking around her nipples until that delicious moment
when she took her pink proud nipple in her mouth and head was swimming and her
legs trembled and when she felt Emanuelas hands on her naked buttocks they buckled,
and she slid down the wall.
Emanuela reluctantly relinquished her nipple and rolled her onto the floor and
went to work on the other one.
Catarina layback with her eyes closed and
her mouth open in anticipation of the moment she longed for and when she felt
Emanuelas un-manicured fingers brushing lightly across her damp mousy bush she
gasped and when those unfeminine fingers touched her intimate femininity in
loves sweetest caress, she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew
her true self.
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