There was a space where my girlfriend was supposed to be. As I stood by the counter at work I felt her there. She was supposed to be by my side.My thigh, stomach and neck ached, almost feeling the indentation where she should be.
"Oi, snap out of it" My boss barked at me as she came up to me in a marching fashion that reminded me of a soldier.
I'd come to hate those rainy afternoons in the cafe-bar that I worked in. It was cool to be in a gay environment but when I saw other lesbians together, I wanted to slap them. My girlfriend was miles away and all I had was the rapidly faiding smell of her on my pillow and my imagination.
Sure, there were offers. In the gay village there were no shortage of offers for a girl in a waitresses uniform. Dykes who were at least a decade older than me seemed to love me. They would send over their phone numbers, eyes virtually burning my flesh as they watched me walk the floor serving the tables.They undressed me with their eyes, stripping off my short black skirt and black shirt, mentally doing things to me that only a woman with experience could do to another woman.
And then there were the young lesbians, pleasing to the eye, with their cropped trendy haircuts and boyish attitudes.Piercings a go-go (and I had to admit I wondered what a pierced tongue could do when put to the test!) There were nights where the place was packed with them. A large group would walk in and I would be surrounded by them.
As I walked through the groups of young trendies on a Friday night I would get very close. My sex drive on overload from lack of my girlfriend's body next to mine, my body would yearn to be touched.
As I walked past, something animal would happen to me, the smell of the womens' hair products and perfumes doing nothing to dampen my desire. My nipples would make themselves noticed, much to my embarassment and as I brushed past them my body would tingle with delight. Sometimes I would be facing the woman and as she looked at me, discerning whether I was up for anything, to my delight (mixed with a feeling of horror) our breasts would make contact. This was always followed by a blush, an inspecting of my shoes and a shuffle away. But the memory would be stored for later that night when I could relive it and make myself feel the pleasure that had been promised in the woman's look.
As I caught the bus home that night I hummed to myself, happy because my girlfriend would be in my arms in half an hour. Every few weeks she would come to visit me, letting herself in to my flat when I was at work. For the whole weekend we would lock ourselves away and have great sex again and again, the fun only ended on the Sunday night when she had to leave me for the train ride home.
The bus bumped and jarred me, and I felt myself getting wet when I thought of what was in store for me a few miles away. My clit seemed to have a memory and boy, could it remember my girlfriend. Whenever I was near her warm flesh, and I could smell her, here was where this little nubule of flesh came into its element. It gives orders for my legs to part, and makes my hips grind towards her.
I put my key into the door, switching the hall light on - no-one downstairs. I climb the stairs, hungry with anticipation.
As I open the bedroom door and peer into the dimly lit room,I see what I have been waiting for. The woman I love is naked in my bed, her long brown hair spread over the pillow and her brown eyes wide taking me in.
Her lips curl into the sexiest smile of anyone I have ever met and her cheeks flush with happiness.
"What took you so long baby? Ive been dying to see you" she murmers as I approach the bed. Our lips meet for the first time in three weeks and I tingle all over (how is it that my mouth is linked to my clit by nerves when my girlfriend is around?).
Quickly I peel off my jacket, flinging it on the floor. I watch her as she wriggles in my bed, the duvet slipping slightly to reveal a hint of a soft white breast.
By now I am gagging for her so I rip off my shirt and sling off my shoes. My skirt is unzipped and I step out of it as she lifts her arms to me. And then warm flesh is on warm flesh. Her searching hand finds my breasts and it proves to be all to much for me. I let out a moan that would wake the neighbours.
"A bit cold are we?" She giggles as she takes one of my nipples in her fingers and pinches through my bra.
"No,I'm as wet as fuck" I manage to gasp as she pulls up my bra over my breast. Her head lowers and my back arches as she sucks and teases me, using her leg to rub in between my legs at the same time.
"We are a bit wet, aren't we?" My goddess of a girlfriend whispers in my ear, breasts pressed against mine, nipples as hard as my own. I'm reduced to a quivering mass as her hands slide inside my knickers, touching me at last where I want to be touched.
She pulls off my knickers and rubs herself against me, her cunt teasing mine, making me squirm and grind, her breasts rubbing over mine, making me want to die.
And then she makes her way down my body with small kisses on my neck, breasts (she can't resist one final suck of the nipple that I thrust at her) stomach and finally my thighs. Kisses turn into licks and soon she is tasting me and making me grind as her tongue rubs against my clit.
Her hands find my breasts and she makes some sex music with me as I groan and pant. So close...so unbelievably close...and she stops.
"Fuck, dont stop!" I exclaim, almost screaming, unable to move as I am pinned to the bed.
She moves on top of me and grinds, her thigh, her beautiful milky thigh bearing the brunt of my hungry cunt as I move to my pleasure.
And there it is, the mounting pleasure, and then the orgasm, strong and all encompassing. She hasnt been labouring for nothing either as she comes on top of me, all hot and wet.
"Welcome home honey" She giggles as she flops on the bed next to me.