Choice Tales from the Vale – (058) It Started with a Kiss

 

Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls

Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.

Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.

 

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years.

Unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the sex they still prefered each other.

But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.

Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.

They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.

 

Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with high days and holidays for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.

It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.

 

The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.

The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.

 

Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that is until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.

It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left.

Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air and Stewart had gone off to the loo.

They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Caroles and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was like it was the first time.

But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away. 

“No” Carole said “We cant”

“But you were enjoying it” Claire said

“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustnt”

“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”

Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her

“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”

Carole paused by the door and responded

“And I’ve missed yours”

 

Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.

Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.

But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her with an unexpected and very rewarding shag.

 

In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.

But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore. 

The message just read “This is for you”

And then she opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.

 

Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire returned.

Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.

Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply  

“I want to see more”

She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.

“Come to the house at 7 and you will”

 

Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.

After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.

And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.

Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts and wet knickers that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.

It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.

 

Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.

She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her
the roundness of her breasts surmounted by stiffened nipples aroused either by the cooling air or at the knowledge of Carole’s gaze.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress and but for stockings she was naked. 

Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, soft and feather light and feasted on the delicacies she had not tasted for three long years.

 

From that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart for five days but for two nights she was Claire’s lesbian lover and every time she had to go away on business, or a seminar, or shopping trips with friends she always ended up in bed with Claire.