after…. Crumpled sheets…..
The silent seconds ticked by, then, unaccountably I started to giggle, I couldn’t help myself. A moment later she was laughing too.
“That wasn’t your first time, was it?” she said, when the laughter eventually subsided.
“How could you tell?”
She rolled onto her side, reached out and traced a fingernail from between my breasts down the centre of my torso to my navel, and then to the top of my mound of Venus, raking gently through my damp, sticky pubic hair.
“You knew what you were doing. Not many women know about that last position. That sort of thing takes practice. Did your husband teach you that one, or was it as I suspect another woman?”
“A very lovely woman, a long time before I married.”
She laughed softly. “I’m glad you’ve had some experience, though I suspect you haven’t indulged in lady-play for a long time.”
“It’s been more than ten years since I……..”
“You must have been very young. Were you in love with her?”
It took a second or two for my memory to settle on the face of the first woman I’d had sex with. It was a long time ago. But I could recall the touch of her lips and fingers, and the taste and the smell of her.
“Yes, I loved her yes,” I replied, “but we weren’t in love with each other. The first time it just sort of happened. It didn’t last long. I was at university – she was between boyfriends, and mine was…well he wasn’t around much. We were in bed together for company and warmth. I don’t really recall who started it. I tell myself that it was down to the vodka and the whiskey and the weed, which when I think about it is the start a lot of strange things in my life. But I can’t be certain it wouldn’t have happened anyway.”
Ingrid’s finger had started brushing my clit gently as I spoke. Then there was no need for words.