Free Distractions by Natasha Walker Page A

smouldered and fused as they pressed together. Harder, heavier and hotter was their embrace, with hands and fingers, thighs and hips moving and grinding, and pressing and thrusting, like flames in dance.
    Now Sally sat on the edge of a chair and Emma knelt between her open legs. Emma’s warm palms ran along the soft skin of Sally’s thighs moving slowly upstream. Their kisses had become deeper, slower and more intense, like the heat of the red coals after the first flush of bright, leaping flames. Emma’s hands reached their goal and held Sally’s butt, a hand gripping each fleshy cheek, pulling Sally to her. Sally was being undone – the alcohol and Emma’s presence tempting her to give in to desire, tempting her to feel more, to ache openly, and to take.
    ‘Not here, Emma!’ she said, verbalising her fears and solidifying her perversions.
    The daylight seemed brighter to her knowing the boys were around. The beach house had been thoroughly debauched by the girls but the boyshad normalised it again with their presence. The balcony had seen much this past week – nakedness, sex, love – but now, with neighbours about and the beach dotted with family groups, kites being flown, a large group of surfers out the back of the break, Sally felt naked in her bikini. She had worn her sarong all morning. Having Emma kissing her in such a place at such a time was so very wrong. Anyone might be watching. Not clearly, for sure, but from any distance they were definitely two women in an embrace.
    ‘Please, Em, let’s go inside,’ she begged. But Emma seemed not to hear, she just kissed her harder, more passionately, and Sally teetered on the edge of reason. Emma’s reluctance to pay any attention to her wishes just served to turn Sally on more. She was being taken against her will now, ravished by her friend in front of the world. She could see a neighbour lying on her stomach on a banana chair by the pool next door, her fat white thighs spilling over the sides.
    ‘Oh, Emma!’ she said, breaking from their kiss for a moment and looking into Emma’s eyes, eyes which were monstrous in their intensity. Their hunger frightened her. ‘Please, stop!’ she said with determination, but she welcomed Emma’snext kiss. ‘Please,’ she said, between kisses, in a lovely, sexy, seductive whisper, ‘stop,’ and kissed her again, devouring Emma as wildly as Emma devoured her.
    The natural anxiety of being discovered heightened all of her physical sensations, enhancing each touch, each long, deep kiss. Each of Sally’s words, her own protestations excited her, but not nearly as much as they excited Emma. Poor Emma was manic, almost overcome by her desire.
    ‘The boys will catch us, Emma.’
    ‘Let them,’ she said, knowing her unconcern would only serve to intensify Sally’s anxieties.
    Emma slid out of their next kiss and without any ado pulled down Sally’s bikini bottoms from under her sarong.
    ‘No, not here, Emma. The neighbours!’ she said gasping, but obliged her friend readily by lifting herself as they were peeled away. How wet she was!
    ‘No, Emma, no!’ cried Sally, but still she made no effort to move. With a smile Emma leant forward, lowering her head, sitting on her heels as Sally watched, shaking with expectation. She looked up at Sally from between her legs. The subtle changes in Sally’s scent excited Emma terribly.
    Emma stuck out her tongue and Sally watchedher with a greater intensity. The first touch of a tongue there was, well, nothing was like it.
    Sally’s fears would not leave her. She looked away for a moment, scanning the beach, the neighbours’ pool, the fat thighs. She couldn’t see the men.
    ‘Let’s go upstairs. Please, Em,’ she said, touching Emma’s face. ‘Please.’
    ‘Now or never,’ said Emma, her lips just millimetres from the wet flesh. Sally could feel her hot breath as she spoke.
    It was maddening. Sally wanted to enjoy Emma’s mouth, she wanted to lie back on a soft bed