Ch05 "confession is good for the soul"
Marilyn and Jennifer walked home arm-in-arm, humbled a little by Fr. Vincent's words, their consciences were practically clear. The girls had arranged to sleep-over at Jennifer's house..Mar's husband had hooked up with Jen's for a rugby weekend in Yorkshire and they had the place to themselves.
When they arrived, Marilyn shoo-ed Jennifer into the garden to catch the last of the evening, then headed for the fridge to collect an unopened bottle of white Burgundy and a summer pudding she had made the previous night.
Jen sat with her eyes closed, the still warm sun bathing her body. She had hitched up her dress to knee level and unbuttoned the breast-top buttons to wallow comfortably in its glow.
Almost asleep, she never heard Marilyn's bare footfall through the grass.
Marilyn stood to one side holding their supper tray, deliberately preventing the cast of her shadow from rousing her friend. Gingerly, she laid the tray on the freshly cropped lawn, tutting to herself in the process. Although she had contributed greatly to the design of the garden and its' perfect privacy, she disliked the austerity of the lawn, preferring a 'meadow' feeling...but boys and toys kept it cropped to bowling green standard with ridiculously straight, unnatural and pointless stripes. That argument would prevail...she often considered sabotaging the bloody lawnmower, hanging from its' cup-hooks in the shed, clean as the day it was bought, with a faint scent of WD40 and a smug look on its' face..."
"What would happen if I put some sugar in the tank?" she mused...
She knelt in front of Jen' and looked her over from the tousled sandy locks to the suntanned little toes peeking through her sandals. A pretty girl by day and night, the twilight gold of the evening enhanced the image.
Hungry for company, she lifted Jen's hand and put the middle finger between her lips. It tasted of grass...absent mindedly stroked before she had drifted into slumber.
Marilyn suckled the neat, dark pink fingernail, waiting for a reaction.
"Mmm I could lie here all night, it is so nice."
"Would you like some cold wine? "
"yes please"
Marilyn dipped the lazy finger into her glass, swirled it around and placed it into Jen's mouth. She giggled, girlishly as the familiar, fruity acid chill hit her taste buds. "Did I hear you mention summer pudding? "
A spoonful of chilled tarty sponge immediately kissed her lips. Marilyn wiggled the spoon "Eat it all up, now and the next mouthful will be full of double cream." Another giggle turned into a laugh as a further spoonful, laden with berries and dripping with cream slid into her mouth.
Rolling the fruity essence around, she licked her rapidly reddening lips and languidly held out her hand for the wineglass. "Peel me a grape, wench"
Marilyn handed her a glass and watched as she sipped, allowing the icy Burgundy to dribble slightly. A tiny rivulet trickled to the end of her chin and dropped onto her throat, evaporating slowly as it headed to the curve of her breasts. Marilyn spoke very quietly.
"Do that again, Jen, it was really sexy."
Jennifer repeated her little tease, but this time with just a little more content and a few droplets of wine formed a wet patch at the top of her lace-edged grey bra. Marilyn was becoming more horny by the second and despite Jen's drowsiness she felt a very powerful need to ease the tingling between her thighs.
"Did Sister Mary put her fingers inside you, Jen?"
"Mmmm...not quite, I am wearing those grey French knickers you bought me for Christmas. She did fondle me gently and stroked my lips a little, it was over in a couple of seconds"
"She is such a naughty Nun, she must have really studied us to behave so boldly. We are on flower duty again tomorrow...shall we treat her to a little temptation and see where it takes us?"
"That sounds like a plan to me, girlfriend, that Portugeuse girl Christine is never too far from her side and she has a delicious bum, Mar'...I wouldn't mind an eyeful of that."
"Me neither, Jen', we could have a competition between the three of us with Mary as judge!" she laughed.
A mental image drifted into Jennifer's mind as she languidly slumped further into her seat, allowing her dress to slide even further up her legs. She knew instinctively that Marilyn was watching and steadily spread her thighs further apart, inviting a perfect view up her skirt.
Marilyn had settled back onto the lawn, her face a mere few inches from those pretty dimpled knees. She relished the warm sticky feeling between her own legs as Jennifer's mound slowly appeared. The pretty French knickers had gathered to one side, heavily darkened by the dampness inside and she studied the plump swelling at the curve of the smoothly shaven lips. Marilyn knew that Jen' loved to talk dirty and invited some filthy conversation.
"Are you enjoying the view, Mar'?"
"Watching the bulge of your fanny is making my slit all slippery and sticky, it's like a little jar of syrup in there....I bet yours is just as juicy, you slutty little trollop. I have half a mind to investigate with my finger just to find out."
