Free Vicki & Lara by Raven ShadowHawk

 
Meeting Each
Other Series: Vicki & Lara
     
     
    Though I tried
not to notice, I knew, as soon as I entered the bedroom, that Lara
was naked. Her clothes lay heaped on the floor beside the bed, damp
and stinking of lager.
    My breathing
hitched and I clicked off the light to hide the blush I could feel
burning my cheeks.
    A few seconds
passed before my eyes adjusted, and then I could see everything.
Moonlight haloed Lara’s body, and the bed sheets smoothed the shape
of her hips and thighs into soft mounds. Through the cotton, I
could see the dark triangle of hair between her legs.
    Yep. Totally
naked.
    I looked away,
staring instead at the relative safety of her face.
    She stretched,
causing the sheets to slip back over her skin. ‘Vic?’
    ‘Yes, it’s me.’
I licked my lips, my gaze following the scalloped edge of the sheet
as it inched further down her body. When it dropped off the peak of
her breasts and landed in a rumpled pile on her stomach, I felt my
own gut clench.
    The cool air
teased Lara’s dark nipples into stiffness and brought goose pimples
to my arms. Her hair, red and long, slithered over her neck and
shoulders, shiny in the silver light falling through the open
curtains.
    ‘Are you sure
you don’t want a T-shirt?’ Turning aside, I pulled open a drawer on
my dresser, eager to cover her up. To remove the temptation.
    ‘You really
think you have anything to fit me, Miss Hips-and-Arse? Don’t worry
about it.’ Grinning, she shook her head and lifted a corner of the
sheet in that universal gesture of invitation. ‘Coming?’
    ‘Just a
second.’
    Rough red lace
with a plunging neckline made the first nightdress I found
unacceptable. Better was the white tent-like garment with a pair of
sleeping teddy bears stitched onto the chest.
    Perfect.
    I took my time
over removing my jewellery; placing each item on the dresser in a
neat line. Over the back of the chair, I put my skirt, then my
blouse, aware that Lara followed my every move. Only after turning
my back and wriggling into the nightshirt did I take the time to
fold the clothes.
    ‘You okay,
hon?’
    Still facing
the door, I took a deep breath. ‘Fine.’
    ‘Is everyone
gone now?’
    I nodded.
‘Bill’s got the spare room. Lin, Niall and Carol are sharing the
sitting room.’
    ‘In you get,
then.’
    When I turned
back, Lara lifted the sheet. She held it high and gestured with her
free hand, renewing the invitation. ‘You’re leaving your underwear
on?’
    ‘Yes.’ I said,
pleased at how steady my voice sounded.
    ‘You’ll ruin
the bra.’
    ‘It’s
fine.’
    She shrugged.
‘Whatever.’
    Having run out
of excuses, I stepped up to the bed, arms folded across my chest.
Swallowing the lump of my heart in my throat, I climbed in and
tucked my half of the sheets around me. Six inches of mattress
separated me from Lara’s naked body.
    Not
enough.
    She rolled her
eyes, then turned onto her side to face me. Her eyes shone like
liquid crystal while moonlight highlighted the bright white of her
teeth and gave her the impression of a Cheshire cat.
    ‘Thanks for
hiding my car keys,’ she said.
    ‘No
problem.’
    Lara propped
her head on one hand and traced small circles on the sheet with the
other. Each time her finger came close to my side, my chest
tightened. I moved my hands away and clasped them on top of my
stomach instead.
    The finger
stopped moving. ‘Had a good time?’
    ‘I guess. No
puke, fights or arrests. That must be a record.’
    ‘For one of
your birthdays? Probably.’
    The next words
seemed to burn my mouth as they left it. ‘What happened to
Malcolm?’
    ‘What do you
mean?’
    I stared at
her. ‘He looked . . . upset.’
    ‘I suppose he
would have been. But not as much as you.’
    She was right
about that, so I kept my mouth shut.
    Lara grinned
and flopped onto her back.
    With my
peripheral vision, I saw the sheet slide off her breasts again. It
took vast strength of will to keep my eyes on her face.