Free Sometime Yesterday by Yvonne Heidt Page A

painting downstairs. A low electrical charge seemed to buzz along her skin. She was more curious than afraid but gasped anyway when Beth moved out from behind the easel. She looked like Natalie’s twin, right down to the mole she had to the left of her upper lip. She was a much younger version and her hair was longer, but the resemblance was so strong it was spooky. Suddenly, the dreams of making love with Sarah made more sense. It wasn’t Natalie that Sarah saw. It was this look-alike, Beth. Natalie was completely enthralled with the scene in front of her.
    Sarah jumped when Beth approached from behind and lightly grazed the tips of her breasts through the thin material.
    “You’re nipples were hard when we started,” Beth said then kissed the side of Sarah’s long neck. “Now don’t move. Hold it just like that.”
    Beth crossed back to the easel and hours seemed to pass in seconds while Natalie watched her mix paint and the brushes fly to the canvas. In her mind’s eye, she painted along with her.
    “Are you finished yet?”
    “Yes.”
    “Can I see?”
    Beth put down her brushes. A blue smear crossed her cheek and her hands were covered in paint splatter. Sarah crossed to her; the diaphanous gown moved like water around her. Natalie heard the small sigh of appreciation.
    “Oh, Beth, it’s beautiful. I love how you painted the full moon. Do I really look like that?”
    “Better.” Beth put her arm around Sarah. “Do you truly like it?”
    “I love it.” Sarah cupped Beth’s face in her hands. “I love you.”
    Natalie saw the sweet expression on Beth’s face and it tugged at her heart. When Sarah tipped her head to kiss her, she nearly sighed out loud. They were so obviously in love.
    Sarah continued to kiss Beth while she steered her to the maroon chaise against the wall. The back of Beth’s knees hit the edge and she sat. Sarah knelt on the floor in front of her and unbuttoned the painter’s smock. Beth held still until she was finished then slipped it off her shoulders, revealing the lack of undergarments.
    Sarah chuckled. “You’re naked, love.”
    Beth’s cheeks flushed. “You told me to be.”
    “So I did,” Sarah answered. She kissed a freckled shoulder before lowering her head to draw a pink nipple into her mouth.
    Natalie’s sharp intake of breath matched Beth’s. She had a perfect view of the pair now. She could feel her own nipples harden in response to the scene in front of her and a wave of desire swept over her. She closed her eyes and felt a small twinge of voyeuristic guilt for witnessing what was a very private moment.
    Beth’s soft sigh from across the room had Natalie looking back again. Sarah trailed tiny kisses along Beth’s stomach before spreading her thighs. Sarah’s nightgown pooled on the floor beneath her.
    Natalie didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so erotic in her life. It was like watching a beautifully choreographed dance. Sarah kissed the softness in front of her and Natalie sighed in tandem with Beth again. She put a hand to her mouth to hush herself. When Sarah’s tongue slid along Beth’s swollen flesh, she raised her own hips.
    Natalie slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts, surprised to find herself soaking wet. She heard unmistakable sucking sounds and Beth’s little whimpers. She found her own clit swollen and engorged, and when she ran her fingers over it, her stomach clenched.
    Beth’s hips rocked against Sarah’s face, her hands twined her long hair. She threw her head back and exposed her long neck before her body stiffened and she fell backward, still panting. Sarah laid her head on her quivering stomach. Her nightgown was pulled up and her hands cupped her sex.
    Natalie watched two of her fingers disappear into the wet folds and mirrored her movements.
    Beth wrapped Sarah’s hair into a tail to pull her face up then sucked her tongue in the rhythm Sarah was dancing between her thighs.
    The sight was so unbelievably