Me and My Boi Page 2

  Bob turned abruptly and headed for the door. “I’ll leave you to it. If you like I’ll pick you up tomo—”

  She stiffened as Ellie jumped off the box and caught hold of her arm. “Bob? Wait. What is it? What’s wrong?”

  Bob felt her muscles clench at the light touch; she couldn’t help it. She jerked away, raking a frustrated hand through her short, dark hair. She could smell Ellie’s perfume and the musky scent of her sweat, and her stomach clenched. “Ellie, nothing’s wrong. I just have to go.”

  “Bob, please. Let me at least treat you to something to eat to say thanks for helping me. Didn’t I see a pub just along the road?”

  Bob shut her eyes. She could tell how much Ellie wanted her to stay. She should take her to the pub, and introduce her to some of the locals, help her to make friends. It was just that it was so damn hard to be around her, feeling so aroused that she was caught on a knife-edge of pleasure and pain. She didn’t even know if Ellie was straight, gay, or somewhere in between, and she had no intention of coming on to someone who might be horrified by an approach.

  “Ellie…”

  “Bob…”

  They both paused, then Ellie said diffidently, “Bob, can I talk to you frankly? I know I haven’t known you long, but I feel like I have.”

  Bob turned warily, folding her arms. “What is it?”

  Ellie moved to look out of the window, her body tense. “Earlier, I said this week couldn’t get much worse.”

  “Yes.”

  “My boyfriend split up with me.”

  Bob felt her stomach plummet. Ellie was straight. End of story. “More fool him,” she said, roughly. “He’d have to be crazy to give up a girl like you.”

  Ellie shook her head. “Not really. I… I…” She turned to face Bob, her eyes anguished. “He left me because…because I’m rubbish in bed.”

  For a moment, Bob’s face went blank as a hundred thoughts vied for attention in her head. Finally, she asked, “Why?”

  “Why am I rubbish at it?”

  Bob nodded.

  Ellie blushed. “I could never fancy him,” she said in a low voice. “He was a nice guy but I just didn’t…like it. I tried, because I wanted not to be…” She broke off, staring at her feet.

  Bob’s jaw clenched. “Just tell me,” she said.

  “I wanted not to be attracted to women.”

  “But you are?”

  “Y-yes. I… I’m attracted to you.”

  Bob closed her eyes, feeling torn. She knew that it had taken a good deal of courage and trust for Ellie to confide in her. But if she let Ellie get close, she risked getting hurt again, and last time had been bad enough. Her jaw firmed. For five years, she’d lived like a nun. Perhaps it was time to take a risk.

  “Come here,” she said.

  Ellie looked relieved but nervous. Bob could see the tension in her small frame, and rolled her eyes. “You can calm down,” she said, dryly. “If you think I’m about to make love to you after a hard day’s work dressed in an oily boiler suit, you’ve got another thing coming.”

  “Oh.” Ellie relaxed visibly.

  “How about we go to my place, so I can have a shower and get changed? Then the pub for a meal. After that, we’ll see how it goes. There’s no need to rush anything. I’ve waited five years, I can wait a bit longer if need be.”

  “Five years?”

  “It’s been a long time. I don’t take casual lovers.”

  Ellie flushed. “I don’t think this would be casual,” she murmured.

  “No. I don’t think it would be, either.”

  “So, where’s your place?”

  “Ah.” Bob paused. “Well, actually, it’s next door.”

  Bob left Ellie browsing the bookshelves in the study and went upstairs to shower and change into her usual black jeans, black shirt and leather jacket, with a low-slung belt circling her narrow hips. The style suited her tall, boyish figure and her casual approach to life.

  She picked up her wallet, went downstairs, and found Ellie sitting at the kitchen table browsing through a book of poems. Ellie’s eyes widened as she walked in.

  “What is it?”

  “You look different in normal clothes.”

  Bob frowned. “Different?”

  “Tough. Powerful. Sexy.”

  “Sounds scary. Want to back out?”

  “No!”

  “Well then, let’s go. Tough, powerful, sexy women need to keep their energy up, you know.”

  They enjoyed excellent roast beef and a very good real ale, and sat chatting by the fire afterward. Bob was pleased to see Ellie relax and laugh.

  Finally, they walked home. Bob slung a casual arm around Ellie’s shoulders. Ellie hesitated, then slowly stretched her own arm around Bob’s back, to rest a hand at her waist.

  They reached the house. “I know it’s a little soon to ask this, but would you like to come in with me?” Bob asked softly, looking into Ellie’s wide eyes.

  Slowly, Ellie nodded. Taking her trembling hand, Bob led her inside. “I’m going to take you to my bedroom. Okay?” she murmured.

  A sharp, jerky nod. The lady looked like she was suffering from an extreme case of nerves. Bob led her upstairs. She was going to have to make Ellie relax somehow, or this was going to be a disaster.

  The bedroom, with its cream walls and neutral shades of taupe and chocolate brown, was lit only by the glow of a small bedside lamp. Bob sat on the large, soft bed and patted the counterpane beside her. “Sit down,” she invited.

  Ellie sat.

  “I thought perhaps we could talk first,” Bob said mildly.

  Ellie’s eyes flew to hers. “Okay.”

  “Have you ever done anything at all with a woman before?”

  “No.”

  “Well, you don’t have to do anything now, either, if you don’t want to.” Bob rested her hand on Ellie’s. “If you’re not ready, we can wait. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

  Ellie flushed. “I really want to do this with you. I’m just afraid that…”

  “What?”

  “I told you. I’m no good in bed. What if I disappoint you?”

  Bob grimaced. So that was what all the nerves were about. She should have realized.

  “Sweetheart, all I want you to do is relax. Leave everything to me.”

  Bob stood up. She slung her leather jacket over the edge of the bedroom chair and turned to face the tense figure perched on her bed. “Lie down,” she commanded.

  Ellie hesitated, and then did as she was told. Bob knelt on the bed and gently pulled off Ellie’s shoes. “Do you like having your feet rubbed?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.”

  Bob began to massage her feet with firm fingers, rubbing the arches and caressing the toes. She kept going until she saw Ellie’s slim body relax against the soft pillows, and then let her hands drift slowly upward to massage the soft denim encasing her calves. Ellie’s eyes fluttered shut as she absorbed the relaxing sensations, and gradually Bob slid her hands up toward her knees and then onto her thighs. The bedroom was quiet except for their soft breathing, as Bob parted Ellie’s legs and slid her hands slowly upward toward her inner thighs. There she paused, massaging the fabric, knowing it would be rubbing and teasing the sensitive regions between Ellie’s legs. She heard Ellie’s breathing quicken, felt the instinctive undulating movements of her hips and smiled.

  Stroking the fabric in slow, teasing circles, she watched as Ellie’s movements became more abandoned, her flush deepening. Finally, Ellie opened her eyes.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?”

  “I’m so close.”

  Bob reached up and stroked her hair. “Take off your jeans,” she said huskily.

  Ellie’s eyes widened, and then hurriedly she pulled them off.

  “Good girl. Now lie back.”

  Ellie lay back, trembling.

  “Open your legs.”

  Slowly, Ellie let them fal
l open.

  “Wider.”

  Biting her lip, Ellie complied.

  She was wearing pretty little white panties, and Bob could see the damp patch and smell the musky scent of her arousal.

  “My, my,” she said gently, running a teasing finger over the damp cotton, “aren’t we aroused.”

  “Oh!” Ellie flushed scarlet, and went to close her legs. Quickly, Bob caught her knees. “No, sweetheart. Keep them open for me. Sit up and take off your sweater.”

  Lightly, Bob tickled across the white cotton. Ellie bucked and squealed, and then struggled out of her sweater to reveal a white lacy bra.

  Casually, Bob reached up and pulled down the delicate bra cups, exposing the creamy swell of Ellie’s breasts. She watched as the cool night air made the nipples pucker and tighten, and then ran a work-roughened thumb gently over one sensitive tip. Ellie cried out, arching. Her breath came in short panting gasps as Bob moved her hands to stroke lightly around the blushing areolas, her drifting fingers never quite straying to the aching, wanting nipples.

  Ellie felt a flood of wet warmth soak her panties and twisted helplessly. But the light pressure of Bob’s fingers kept on tormenting and circling until Ellie was bathed in sweat. Only then did Bob stretch out her long, slim body beside her and lower herself to take one soft, rounded breast into her mouth.

  Ellie gasped as she felt for the first time the gentle suckle of a warm woman’s mouth. Bob’s tongue stroked and swirled softly around the nipple, and then, at Ellie’s abandoned response, stiffened to rasp firmly against the sensitive flesh.

  Ellie, crying out, clutched at Bob’s head, pressing it to her breast.

  “Please! Oh, Bob, please…”

  And then she felt Bob reach down into her wet panties, stroking strong, powerful fingers between her pussy lips, to slide smoothly inside her.

  The feeling of Bob’s powerful hand massaging her inside, whilst her demanding mouth suckled on her breast, sent Ellie spiraling. She was dimly aware of Bob raising herself onto her elbow, and then the hand in her panties moved so that even as the fingers worked their magic the heel of the hand pressed hard against her clitoris.

  Sensation blossomed as Ellie squirmed, crying out, stretching her legs wide open to bear down on Bob’s hand. Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed. She sobbed in torment as the powerful surge of impending orgasm roiled, and then suddenly Bob reared up, holding her down with one powerful hand whilst the other massaged her inside and out with a fierce pressure in quick, circular movements that sent Ellie screaming in drenched abandon straight over the edge.

  Afterward, Bob pulled an exhausted, trembling Ellie into her arms.

  “I never knew…”

  “Shh. It’s okay. Go to sleep.”

  “But what about you?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Get some rest, honey.”

  Bob watched as Ellie slid helplessly into sleep in her arms, and smiled tenderly, stroking the hair back from her face. It had been good for her, and Bob felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that the first, crucial time had gone well. Ellie was an amazing woman. Bob’s gut tightened at the memory of her passion and she shifted restlessly, her own body aching with need.

  But whilst Ellie had enjoyed being touched by a woman, she had not yet confronted the reality of touching another woman’s body. It was possible she wouldn’t like it. Especially with her, Bob thought, bleakly.

  She remembered Lauren’s wounding words as she’d left with a petite, pneumatic blonde on her arm. “Look at you. You’re more a man than a woman,” she’d sneered. “I want a womanly woman.”

  Well, if there was one thing she would never be, it was a womanly woman. Her body was tall, slim, muscular, closer to the ideal body shape for a man. Her instinctive outlook and approach to life could broadly be described as masculine. She couldn’t change that. Would Ellie, like Lauren, leave her for a softer, curvier, more feminine lover? The thought of another rejection sliced into her, and she winced inwardly.

  Sighing, she pulled a comforter over them both. She’d just have to hope for the best. Dropping a tired kiss on Ellie’s hair, she closed her eyes, breathed in the warm, musky scent of the pretty, feminine body next to her, and went to sleep.

  Two hours later, she awoke abruptly, flinching at the unexpected sensation of someone touching her.

  “Bob! Bob, it’s me. Ellie.”

  “Oh!” Bob subsided back against the pillow with a sigh. Sleep-dazed, she mumbled without thinking, “Sorry. I’m not used to being touched.”

  There was a moment’s silence. Then Ellie said warily, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

  “I said I wasn’t used to it, not that I minded.” Stretching out her arm, she pulled in Ellie by her side and kissed her hair, drowsily. Ellie laid her head on Bob’s shoulder.

  “Bob?” she whispered.

  “Mmm?”

  “What you did earlier was amazing. But…”

  “But…?”

  “But I want to touch you, too.”

  Sleep fled in an instant, the tension in Bob’s body unmistakable.

  Ellie sat up, and looked into her lover’s evasive eyes. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?”

  For a moment there was silence. Then Bob said, flatly, “You’ve never touched a woman. You might not like it. And my body”—she paused, then went on with difficulty—“it’s not like yours. Yours is curvy, soft, delicious. Mine is harder, more muscular. Not…so attractive.”

  Ellie looked at her, aghast. “You’re worried I don’t find your body attractive?” Bob’s eyes slid away from hers. “Or perhaps,” Ellie said quietly, “you don’t think anybody would find it attractive.”

  Bob winced, and Ellie’s eyes narrowed. “Five years since you last had a lover. Is that how long you’ve believed that?”

  The silence stretched.

  Ellie swallowed hard on a surge of protective fury. Some bitch had really done a number on Bob, but she was damned if she was going to let her continue to think of herself as unattractive. Rubbish lover or not, she was going to show Bob exactly how attractive she found her.

  “Well, there’s only one way to show you how I feel, isn’t there?” said Ellie, finally. “Will you let me touch you?”

  Bob swallowed. There was nothing she wanted more than to have Ellie touch her, but the memory of Lauren’s harsh words was ringing in her ears. Finally, she forced herself to reply. For better or worse, she needed to know if Ellie could accept her body.

  “I…yes.”

  Ellie expelled a harsh breath. “Thank you,” she breathed.

  Bob felt Ellie’s hand go to her shirt, and flinched involuntarily. Ellie froze, and then leaned over to look into her wary eyes. “Bob, would you mind if we kissed first?’” she asked.

  “No.”

  Slowly, Ellie lowered her head and pressed what she hoped was a reassuring kiss onto Bob’s lips. She felt them part beneath her own, and then the heat rose in her and she thrust her arm under Bob’s neck and lifted up her head to kiss her with all the pent-up power and passion this woman kindled in her. Beneath her mouth, she heard Bob gasp, and then she thrust her tongue inside and kissed her with a ferocity and intensity born partly of an overwhelming fury that someone could have hurt Bob, and partly out of a desperate need to show how desirable she found her.

  As she kissed her, Ellie used her free hand to undo the buttons of Bob’s shirt, and then slid it inside to caress her small, firm breasts. Under her mouth, Bob groaned as she rolled the taut little nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and Ellie felt her shudder under the rough caress.

  Ellie bent her head to draw the firm flesh into her mouth, licking and sucking the beautiful globes with exhilarating abandon. She had always, always wanted to touch a woman’s breasts, but touching Bob’s made her feel indescribably tender and powerful. Beneath her ministrations, Bob sobbed and writhed helplessly.

  Without
missing a beat, Ellie yanked off Bob’s belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and thrust them down over her narrow hips. Bob’s panties were black and high cut, accentuating the magnificent length of her beautiful legs. Ellie felt a surge of desire, and immediately thrust her hand downward.

  Bob cried out and arched, gasping, as Ellie slammed two fingers hard inside her, and then Ellie’s mouth ground against hers, her tongue mirroring the movements of her fingers.

  Bob whimpered, feeling the first contractions of her orgasm fluttering against Ellie’s fingers. Ellie felt them too, and immediately pulled her hand out, making Bob moan in dismay.

  “Oh, no, I haven’t finished with you yet,” Ellie said, looking deep into Bob’s vulnerable brown eyes. “By the time I’ve finished with you, you won’t be in any doubt, ever again, about whether I find you desirable.”

  She thrust her wet fingers into Bob’s mouth. “Clean them.”

  Helplessly, Bob laved the sticky fingers with her tongue, tasting the flavor of her own arousal.

  “Good girl,” breathed Ellie, then grasped Bob’s knickers, tore them off her and pulled her legs apart, positioning herself between them.

  Mercilessly she surveyed Bob’s pussy, and then lightly stroked the lips apart to expose her fully. Bob gasped.

  Ellie looked up fiercely. “I won’t ever allow you to hide your beautiful body from me again. Understood?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “You have a beautiful body. Say it.”

  For a second, Bob froze, and then whispered, “I have a beautiful body.”

  Ellie’s eyes narrowed. She leaned forward to look into Bob’s eyes, her hips pressing Bob’s down. “Louder,” she said, moving so that her pussy rubbed against Bob’s.

  Bob groaned. “I have a beautiful body.”

  Catching hold of her chin with firm fingers, Ellie held Bob’s head and forced her to look into her eyes. Deliberately, she circled her hips against Bob’s wet mound. Bob’s eyes pleaded, even as she arched helplessly, desperately seeking release.

  “Now shout it,” Ellie said implacably.

  “I can’t!”

  “Do it, Bob!”

  Bob sobbed once and then, as if a great weight was lifted from her shoulders, she suddenly arched and shouted, “I have a beautiful body, I have a beautiful body, I have a beautiful body, Ellie, please, please…”