April meets Celia by Sadie Stern

April meets Celia

When April saw Celia at the school gates that first morning she had no idea where that chance encounter would lead to. It was Celia’s daughter’s first day at school. It was her own son’s first day too. That is why they were both there. Celia was slightly smaller of the two. She had blonde hair cut short boyishly. Maybe, that was her attraction because when April first saw her a shiver ran down her spine. She had felt that way before, it had first occurred at school, in the showers of all places. She saw other girls naked bodies for the first time, prepubescent girls, many in different stages of development. One girl in particular fascinated her. She had developing breasts, enlarged nipples. A thin triangle of wispy pubic hair. April remembered looking down Lesbian Romance for her own mound which remained hairless. The girl turned away and this exposed her bottom. April had felt a strange arousal. Both girls remained together in the same class until they completed school, Dawn’s development timeline changing as each year passed. Her hips widening, her breasts growing in size as did her bum. April found her sexually desirable but held back. Girls being interested in other girls was not something to shout about then.

Things settled down, Celia went on her own journey after leaving school, Dawn went on hers. Possibly she had moved away, because Celia never saw her again. She had put that sexual interest down to adolescence, growing up and having to confront strange feelings of attraction. Then boys had come along which closed that chapter in her life. April met Tom. They dated for 18 months before taking the plunge into marriage. A year later Charlie was born, then three days after his 5^th birthday he started school. Celia had just entered through the gates with her little girl. Her name was Bethany. April watched her from behind. She didn’t normally take much notice of people, especially women, but Celia had something about her. April couldn’t turn her eyes away.

There were a few tears as parents left. Thankfully, none from Charlie or Beth, as Celia preferred her daughter called. They found themselves leaving together and when April glanced across, she found Celia was already looking. The stare carried on too long and April shivered when Celia ran her tongue along her lower lip. They parted at the gate. April turned after a few yards to look back. Celia turned too at that same moment, and their eyes met - again. April had that familiar feeling return, that same thrill she had enjoyed that day in the showers, often afterwards too, when she looked at Dawn. She knew Celia felt the same way. It was just a matter of time.

‘How is your daughter getting on?’ April asked one morning – eventually. Both women had been swapping glances. April knew there was chemistry between them. Both women now stayed at the gate and watched their offspring run through the playground and on into school. Afterwards they would always smile and walk away – always that backward glance.

‘He’s doing great, he’s struck up a friendship with Charlie, that’s sweet isn’t it.’ Celia replied.

‘He didn’t say, but he’s happy, I did worry though, so if Beth is helping, that’s great!’ April replied. She looked at Celia’s mouth. She yearned to kiss those plump lips. April knew she shouldn’t be having these thoughts.

‘Got anything on?’ Celia asked. April knew she wasn’t talking about her clothes.

‘Not really, just to head home, do some chores, then be back in time to pick up Charlie’. She replied.

‘Fancy a coffee at mine?’ Celia asked, her eyes meaning far more.

‘I’d love that, so long as I don’t put you out of your routine.’ April felt her reply was naff.

‘My car is round the corner. I’ll drop you back after.’ April closed her eyes. God was being kind today.

‘It’s been a while.’ Celia spoke first. The journey had been brief and ended up in a cul de sac a mile away. April didn’t fancy living somewhere she would end up feeling so enclosed. Where there was just one point of entry. One exit too.

‘What has?’ April asked, unsure where the comment was heading.

‘Well, it’s not as if we haven’t spotted each other, seems odd it took so long to break the ice?’ April was glad Celia had noticed too – why, was another matter.

‘Perhaps we are both naturally shy, reserved maybe?’ April replied.

‘Unless it was something else.’ Both women stared hard at each other, blue eyes competing with hazel hue. April shrugged, now slightly uncomfortable.

‘Did you have anything particularly in mind?’

‘Seriously, do I have to spell it out, all those backward glances and uncontrollably long stares, struggling over who blinks first.’ Celia didn’t hold back.

‘So, you felt it too?’

‘I did wonder if you had noticed?’ Was that even a question?

‘You decided to invite me here just to tell me that? You could have told me at the school gates.’ April responded.

‘That is true, but I couldn’t risk your reaction.’ Celia replied.

‘What might that have been?’ April sought clarity.

‘I guess we will never know now, will we?’

‘I could murder a cup of tea.’ April shut down the conversation and followed Celia into the kitchen. ‘So, what have you got planned or was inviting me here just a spur of the moment decision?’ She continued.

‘I get bored during the day. I stopped work to have Beth. Now she is at school I’m at a loose end most days. Most evenings too.’ Celia confessed.

‘Nights?’

‘Are you enquiring about my sex life?’

‘Maybe, I just hope yours is more exciting than mine!’ April reacted immediately.

‘Are you looking to spice yours up during the day?’ Celia asked.

‘I love your hair. Don’t they say blondes have more fun? April smiled, avoiding the reply she wanted to give.

 ‘I think they may have been referring to natural blondes.’

‘Well, are you?’

‘I could just say yes, then I’d have to prove it!’ Celia pulled two mugs down from a low shelf.

‘I can think of one way?’

‘I shave! By the way, I don’t even know your name.’ Celia lobbed the discussion back into April’s court.

‘I keep a landing strip, so I can still prove mine. It’s April by the way.’

‘Celia.’ She announced, ‘I’m pleased to meet you.’ She offered her hand which was shaken warmly by April.

‘What if I told you I’ve wanted to kiss that mouth of yours since the first time we met.’ April decided it was time to be bold.

‘I know, I bet your pussy is as wet as mine too!’ Celia was even bolder.

‘Now that is something that can be easily confirmed.’ April responded, aroused as fuck.

‘Is that an offer?’ Celia asked. Tea was now off the menu.

‘What is the name of that annoying advert?’

‘Go Compare?’  Celia suggested.

‘Shall we?’

‘I’ve never seen another girl’s pussy at such close quarters, but I’ve always wanted to since I was a girl just in her teens.’ April opened the conversation once both women had stripped naked eagerly, their clothes scattered everywhere. April had laid on her back, her head resting on pillows, Celia had climbed across her chest, her gaping vagina, glistening from arousal just an inch or so from a tongue, eager to explore.

‘A first for us both then?’ Celia replied.

‘We can swap places when I have finished tasting you.’ April spoke, her eyes glued to the pink slippery morass invading her senses. Unable to control herself any longer, she gripped Celia’s hips and dragged her back to sit on her mouth, her tongue burying itself deep. April breathed in Celia’s muskiness as she found her nose pressed against her crinkled vent. Celia had no plans to wait or be outdone. Being of similar height and slim build, she had no difficulty pulling April’s open legs up to her own devouring mouth. Both women still hanging onto their respective prizes then rolled over. The battle continued feverishly, noisily. April ate her way through Celia’s pink, wet, trench, licking her juices constantly, then finally reaching her erect bud, carefully parting its hood with her relentless tongue Celia then delivered a screaming climax in a spray of pungent urine. Urged on to share the experience, Celia found April’s clitoris too and she herself enjoyed the first real climax of her life but hers with less noise and supplied considerably drier.

‘At least you didn’t fart!’ April kissed Celia’s pert nose with her slick mouth.

‘Sorry about the shower. I’ve never been able to control my bladder when I’m excited and that was off the scale. What if I had?’ She asked.

‘I would then have had to spank you!’ April responded, then rather surprised by Celia’s lack of reaction.

‘Tom spanks me regularly so that wouldn’t surprise me. He even has a cane for when I’m particularly bad!’  Celia’s lack of response didn’t apply to April!

‘What?’

‘Yes, it’s under the bed.’

‘I thought your sex life was somewhat jaded?’ April asked.

‘It is, it is fucking non-existent- literally. He gets his kicks that way.’

‘He doesn’t fuck you?’  Celia shook her head.

‘He hasn’t for over a year. He has someone else for that.’ April then laughed derisively.

‘I haven’t told you but Robert, my husband, left me six months ago.’ Celia kissed April, their wet sticky mouths sharing interesting flavours. ‘You could come and live with me? Bring Bethany. I feel we have something special we can build on.’ April suggested.

‘It’s a lovely thought. Her and Charlie get on. I can’t live here like this.’ Celia replied then added. Won’t Robert mind?’

‘He left me, he never sees Charlie. I don’t feel he can complain. I’ve filed for divorce and I’m seeking custody. I’m claiming the house too. Most of it has resulted from money I had. It’s too big for just Charlie and me.’ Celia thought for a while.

‘We’ve only just met.’

‘I sensed from the minute I saw you something was going to happen. We were destined to meet. What we did just now felt right, it can only get better.’

‘When did you have in mind?’

‘You can pack a bag now and hire a van to bring your main stuff later?’

‘I don’t know how Tom will react?’ Celia replied.

‘Maybe it’s time you saw a solicitor too. There is a cane under the bed we can use for evidence of abuse. He is fucking someone too.’ April suggested. Celia then moved the conversation on.

‘I’ve never felt anything close to how you made me feel just now.’

‘I felt that way too. I think I always knew. There was a girl at school I had a thing for, but I kept it to myself. I often wondered though. Then, when I met you at the school gates and I had the same feelings return. I just knew this was meant to happen.’

‘In that case we’d be crazy not to give it a try.’

‘We could do that again, just to check it wasn’t just a one-off fleeting moment.’ April suggested.

‘Practice makes perfect too?’

‘Where do you want to start?’

‘We could swap places, you on top this time.’

‘Mine is a little hairier than yours Celia.’

‘In that case I’ll enjoy shaving you later at yours. I will obviously need to check the level of work involved first.’  Celia suggested, managing to keep a straight face

‘I’ve never been shaved.’

‘Me either, I’ve always used cream.’

‘Shaving sounds far more fun though.’ April replied. Celia lay flat while April crawled over her narrow chest. She reversed up, looking back and smiling. Celia parted her pink lips and pulling her back, poked her tongue in deep. April purred. She lay her head down on Celia’s hairless mound and closed her eyes with contentment. She had woken that morning hoping to see Celia at the school gates, but nothing in her wildest dreams had come close to what she was feeling now.

April meets Celia by Sadie Stern