James Herbert Once

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him again. Now she was surprised to feel a slight dampness between her legs,
as if juices of her own were seeping. She pressed her lower belly against the
side of the kitchen working surface, relishing the pressure, but conscious
that she was not alone. The points of her breasts were tingling.
She had to clear her throat before she could speak. 'D'you suppose he'll be
long?'
'I already told you,' Nell replied softly, staring into Katy's dilated eyes.
'I'm sure he's only gone for a short walk in the woods. We can entertain
ourselves while we wait, can't we?'
Nell knew she had to play it carefully. Be patient, give it time to work, she
told herself. Don't frighten her off by making a move too soon. Had the girl
any experience of other women? Not openly, Nell was sure of that. She seemed
to be too fond of Thom to be attracted to someone of her
own sex. But who knew, these days? Who truly knew of the inclinations of
others at a time when shame was hardly a factor any more? These days boys and
girls could swing any way they fancied without risking persecution. It was a
good time for women like Nell.
She noticed that Katy's breaths were becoming shorter and harsher, the red
flush from her chest very much in evidence above the T-shirt's neckline. She
reached out a hand to touch the therapist's bare arm and sensed an immediate
reaction.
Katy felt her flesh tingle at Nell's soft touch, and the sensation spread up
her arm, seemed to invade her entire body, bit by bit, stealth its ally. And
yet she did not recoil from the other woman's touch, for the feeling was
pleasant and not unwelcome. What was happening to her? Good God, she was
feeling aroused. She pressed against the low cupboard door, not daring to look
at her companion at the sink.
Every part of her felt tensed, strained, an exquisite feeling running with her
blood, arteries widening at certain points in her body, increasing the
awareness there - her groin, her breasts, the sides of her neck, the skin
between her shoulder blades and inside her elbows, her thighs ...
Katy dropped the spoon into the bowl of sticky juice and gripped the edge of
the sink. What was happening to her?
The woman beside her spoke soothingly and yet her voice was still distant,
almost as if Kary had created a shell around herself, but one that she wished
- she yearned for it - to be broken, breached.
Invaded. She needed to be touched and she almost sobbed with the
uncontrollability of it all. She wasn't like this. She had only ever wanted
another female's touch when she was very young, a schoolgirl's crush that had
come to nothing. Nothing, that is, but her own touch, dreaming that her own
hand belonged to the other older girl she admired so much. And then there was
the other time, the only other time, the one
Katy had shoved from her mind over and over again, for it had shamed her,
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made her feel less of herself, and its recurring memory was her penance.
Nell remained cautious, keeping her voice low, its tone soothing, persuasive.
You're so pretty,' she said, feeling her own wetness between her legs, the
wonderful irritation inside her vagina, the stiffening of her clitoris, the
swelling of her breasts. Her fingers ran lightly around the back of Katy's
neck. 'So very pretty.' The huskiness in her voice was emphasized.
Nell wanted to release Katy's hair from its restricting rubber band, but she
was aware of how delicate this moment was. Anything that required effort at
this stage could easily alarm the girl, bring her out of the mood she'd
unknowingly entered so that she would reject any further advances on Nell's
part.
Slowly, gently, stroke the neck, speaking quietly, softly, seductively...
It was of her own accord that Katy turned to face Nell. Behind the wire-framed
glasses, her eyes were wide, confused, as if she knew what was happening but
did not know how it was happening.
'What are you doing?' she heard herself say, and her own voice seemed distant
to her now and there was no anger, no rejection, in its tone. She was burning
and the fire was spreading from the flesh between her hips and thighs.
'It's all right,' came the other's voice. 'Everything's well, and nice. You
are beautiful, you know.'
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