ANGELS AND GHOSTS
CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Slut and The Prude

On the Friday, Mia stood motionless and closed her eyes as she heard the knock on her door.

She had wanted this moment to arrive, but now that it was here, she was shrinking in every way. Negatives were the only things popping in her mind, and the negatives made her fret severely.

The possibility existed that they would kiss, they would touch, and then … Mia would be exposed again. All her frailties, all her insecurities available for public viewing, and Mia would be embarrassed again, shamed by what she’d been reduced to. For the previous three nights, she had bedded down with only the one intention; to have an orgasm. The intention wasn’t to rock’n’roll with the glorious pleasure of bodily functions climbing to their highest peak, the intention was to simply be able to do it, so that Rachael Terina didn’t think she was a total loser.

Three nights, three tries, and maybe it didn’t even really matter what Rachael Terina thought, for Mia herself, felt like not a total loser, she felt like the world’s biggest loser.

Mia felt the tears dribbling down her cheeks, and she wiped them away, suddenly decisive. To save further humiliation, she needed to control the meeting, which would mean no kissing, no touching, just ham and cheese sandwiches, and maybe a coffee.

Mia opened the door, and she noticed Rachael’s beaming smile quickly turn to a look of concern.

“You okay?” Rachael asked.

Mia nodded.

“You been crying?”

“I’m okay Rachael, please come in.”

Rachael kissed her cheek then studied her eyes, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing’s the matter, everything’s fine.”

“So how come you’ve been crying?”

On the defensive already, in survival mode, Mia said bluntly, “I always cry on a Friday.”

Mia led her over to the couch. “I’ll start preparing lunch; is ham and cheese sandwiches okay?”

Rachael sat down and said, “No.”

Mia’s head rocked back in confusion. “No?”

“Mia, I didn’t come here for lunch.”

Mia ran a hand over her brow and then looked at her. “Gosh, sorry; maybe I should have rung you, because I’m just not ready for that kind of thing yet.”

Rachael felt a frown forming, and she imagined another frown developing in her mind, and she wanted to thrust a knife into the frown’s ribcage; but no, move forward, move forward positively. Rachael stood, cocking her head as she asked, “You smoke dope?”

Mia was caught off-guard, and she flitted a hand out as she muttered, “I’ve tried it, but that was a long time ago.”

Rachael walked through the kitchen and opened the sliding door leading to the courtyard area, then turned and said, “Come on.”

“What?”

“We’ll share a joint before we …”

Rachael left the statement hanging, aware that the pause might have the effect of making the woman more frightened than she already was; that was okay though, for fear could be a great precursor, fear could tingle emotions and set passions ablaze.

“Before we what?” Mia asked meekly.

“Before we go down on each other.” Rachael said quietly, then she turned and walked outside.

Mia stared at the empty space, her mind racing already, a throb beginning, or maybe it was the intention of throbbing making itself available for her comprehension.

Mia skulked out to the outdoor setting and stood, one hand on her hip, one hand raising in a halting motion as she said timidly, “Rachael, I like you, but you have to understand that in so many ways, I’m just not ready to do, you know, that kind of thing.”

Rachael pulled the joint from her bag and said, “Sit.”

In defiance of the order, Mia stood with both hands on her hips.

Rachael frowned at the non-compliance, then she gazed around the courtyard area. To the northern and eastern perimeters of the property, slimline trees were prominent, affording the area privacy, so Rachael stood, and kicked off her shoes. She took her jacket off, and as she began unbuttoning her shirt, Mia asked hesitantly, “What are you doing?”

“Undressing,” Rachael replied. “The experience of chuffing is enhanced when you’re naked.”

Mia’s right hand went over her mouth as the bra came off, followed quickly by the leggings, then Rachael stood before her naked, standing still, obviously wanting to be looked at.

With her head down, Mia pulled out a chair and sat, averting her gaze.

“You’re not going to undress?” Rachael asked.

Jiminy Cricket! … Mia didn’t know where to look, so she gazed at the ground, “It’s, it’s too cold.”

Rachael lit up as she sat, drew back and puffed out. “Here you go.”

Mia shook her head. “I don’t think I should.”

Rachael leant forward and placed the joint between her lips. “This is just a mild one, I mean I didn’t want to blow your head off; but suck back and chill with me.”

Trembling, Mia drew back, then coughed.

“No, draw it back, hold it, then blow it out smoothly.”

Mia had another go, a bit smoother this time. Under pressure, reducing, diminishing, no carpet to gaze at, so Mia asked timidly, “Rachael, can I be honest with you?”

“I want you to be honest with me.”

With her gaze at the dark grey pavers in the courtyard, Mia said nervously, “Okay, well knowing that you were coming over today, I’ve used the vibrator for the last three nights, and, and …”

Rachael blew out then looked at her as she asked “And?”

Mia sighed and said despondently, “Ummm, it hasn’t worked, I haven’t been able to do it.”

Rachael passed the joint over and said compassionately, “It’s no big deal, I mean we’ll take our time today and just let things happen naturally.”

Mia looked at her, then looked away, embarrassed by the bare breasts. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t think I’m capable yet, I mean the more I try, the harder it seems to get.”

“Mia, honey, I do understand. You’ve got a mental blockage and I’m going to help you get rid of it.”

Mia gazed up at her, and Rachael felt a swell of pity as she saw tears welling in her eyes.

“I, I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of you again.”

“Mia listen, you see a neurologist twice a week to work on your brain, and you see a physio once a week to work on your mobility, but Gorgeous, I’m fully qualified to work on the most important part of your life.”

“What are you saying?”

Rachael waited until she looked at her, then she smiled and said, “I’m the slut who’s going to teach you how to orgasm again.”

Mia blushed with embarrassment and confusion. The first thought that popped into her mind was, Gosh, you’re rude! but the next thought was the one that lingered, And I like you, I like you a lot! Mia rubbed her thighs and said quietly, “I appreciate that you’re considerate enough to do this, but what I’m saying is that maybe I’m just not ready yet, I mean if it doesn’t happen again, it might make me even more withdrawn.”

“Yes, I can understand that, so we’ll just see how things go.”

Rachael noted a few tears dribbling out, and she knew that she needed to lighten the mood. “Whatever happens, one thing is certain …”

Mia wiped her tears as she mumbled, “What’s that?”

“I’ll be cumming all over the place when you go down on me!”

Mia sputtered out a laugh and blushed, although she needed to identify herself. “No, I’ve never done that kind of thing with a, you know, girl.”

“You don’t need lessons to go down on somebody,” Rachael said as she stood and pointed at her groin. “You have a tongue, I’ll provide the pussy, and I’ll also apologise to all your neighbours when I scream the Heaven’s down!”

Rachael moved behind her and massaged Mia’s shoulders, her right hand cruising up and down her neck, her hands then dribbling over her shoulders and cupping underneath her breasts.

Rachael pulled the t-shirt out from Mia’s slacks, then began working it upwards.

“Rachael, what are you doing?”

“Mia …”

“What?”

“Shut up and lift your arms.”

The t-shirt landed on the table, then Rachael pushed Mia forward as she fiddled with the bra-strap.

Confused, frightened, not wanting to be exposed again, Mia muttered, “Rachael …”

“What?’

Mia knew that now was the stopping point, now was the time she needed to take control of the situation, and she replied timidly, “It’s, it’s cold.”

The bra landed next to the t-shirt, and Mia stiffened as she felt the cool hands cupping under her breasts.

Rachael kissed her right cheek as she became fully engaged with the breasts. “Mia …”

“What?”

“You’ve got beautiful breasts.”

Mia was aware of a breast pushing against the right side of her face, and she stuttered, “One, one of your breasts is in my ear.”

Rachael coaxed her inside and asked, “Bedroom?”

With a gentle throb or … fizz threatening, Mia winced, then led her through the kitchen and down the hall. She wanted to ask, How come you wanted to see my bedroom? but no, don’t be silly, don’t be an idiot; phrases like go down on each other and teach you how to orgasm again were still firmly in her mind, so it was quite obvious why she wanted to see the bedroom.

Mia was pleased that the bedroom was tidy, well actually, it was immaculate; although it appeared that the naked girl stalking towards her wasn’t interested in the pristine presentation of the room.

Stalking; four steps away, then three, then two …

Mia froze.

She would actually like to engage in a kiss with her new friend, because, Jiminy Cricket, she’s a good kisser … although she’d feel more comfortable if the new friend had clothes on.

Mia tensed as the new friend hooked her thumbs into her slacks.

Rachael stared at her, fascinated by the expression on her face. Delight? … Fear? … what?

Gazing into her eyes now, Rachael began sliding the slacks down, ticking the boxes in her mind. She let me take her top and bra off, tick … she led me into the bedroom, tick … she’s allowing me to slide the slacks down, tick … Holy Cluster-Fuck, so freaking horny … Rachael pulled Mia’s slacks off, reverently slid the panties off, then stepped back to look at her.

With tears starting to stream down her cheeks, Mia placed her right hand over her newly shaved groin, and her left hand covered the scar on her hip, and she wished she had another arm, because she wanted to cover her breasts as well.

“Mia, take your hands away.”

“What?”

“Take your hands away, I want to look at you.”

The right hand retreated, although the left hand stayed put.

Rachael was puzzled initially, as Mia was prepared to reveal her vagina, but not the scar on her left hip. Rachael drew in a breath, then puffed out, “Mia, you look fantastic.”

Mia gazed up timidly, her legs trembling, and the tears were real tears, anguished tears, for she was standing naked in her bedroom with a naked girl staring at her; and her brow began throbbing, and maybe this would be the beginning of the biggest migraine she had ever had; maybe this migraine would blow her brain to pieces, but that would be okay, because she didn’t like this brain anymore, and there was just too much pressure, and she wanted to get a piece of paper and tape it over her left hip, and, and …

Rachael saw her begin to blubber, so she led her over to the bed and whispered, “Lie on your stomach and just relax Baby, just drift away.”

Mia did as instructed, and she felt the girl squatting over her, then felt the hands caressing her shoulders and skimming over her back, and yeah, even though she was crying now, with this kind of attention, maybe she could drift away.

Rachael ran her fingers up and down Mia’s back, and she wanted each stroke or caress to be significant. She was prepared to take her time, because she did want to help Mia, she wanted to help her subtly or recklessly kick down the barrier that was restraining her; but something else too, the something else being the Terina mind-set, the Terina erogenous zones ready to party; Hey Yo, get on down here!

Minutes flitted by, Rachael pleased that Mia seemed relaxed, and she shuffled down and squatted over her calves.

Mia tensed when the hands began skimming up her thighs and dribbling up her buttocks.

Rachael tickled her hands over the buttocks, then both hands gently pushed in between her thighs, the fingers flexing, tickling, probing. Rachael always loved it when Sophie Niles did it to her, so she lingered, wanting every moment of this experience to be as good as it could possibly be.

Mia seemed relaxed, and little sighs had been introduced into her breathing pattern, so Rachael whispered, “Mia …”

“Hmmm.”

“Roll over.”

Mia shuffled over then stared at her. She was tense, yet excited; and she wanted to cry, or not cry; because she knew that this was the crossroad, and soon blockages and barricades would come hurtling down, reducing her to a pathetic mess. It had to stop, right here and right now, so Mia timidly squeaked out, “We’re finished?”

With a devilish twinkle in her eye, Rachael said, “No, we’re not finished.”

Rachael lay on her side, her body pressed into Mia as she began the first kiss, her right hand squeezing in between her thighs, fingers working, sliding, stroking, inserting, the moistness inflaming her senses.

Mia escaped the kiss and swung her head to the side as tiny, almost apologetic moans began escaping, although her eyes snapped open as Rachael squatted on top of her. She saw Rachael staring at her, her eyes blazing, then she felt the blond hair fall about her chest, as lips began sucking her right breast, then her left. Throbbing, that which throbs had arrived, although the throb seemed to be uncertain of its role; unsure whether to raze and destroy, or whether to sit back and become an interested observer or, participant.

The other person’s hair tickled her ribs as it descended, the hair flowing to her hips as tiny kisses were imparted, then the girl urged her right leg to push away, then her left leg, more kisses gently applied, then the girl pushed Mia’s left hand off her hip.

Trembling, Mia placed the hand back over the scar again, but the girl pushed it off and kissed the scar.

In a bizarre moment, Mia thought, Hey, you can kiss me anywhere you like, but not there!

In felt nice though, a kiss, a lick, her scar being tongued, then the girl centring herself, the tongue still in play, a kiss, a lick, multiple licks, her clitoris then being gummed between the girl’s lips. Mia wanted to sigh, or cry when she felt the girls nose press against her lower stomach, the tongue now busily involved.

Mia trembled, shivered, fully aware of the impending explosion in her groin, but fretting about the ominous march in her brain; footsteps, pounding and throbbing, her mind about to fizz …

“Rachael, Rachael …”

With hair all about her face, Rachael looked up and whispered, “You okay?”

“Ummm, ummm, I’m not sure.”

“Headache?”

“Sorry, sorry, I don’t know, I’m not sure.”

Mia felt the nose press against her stomach again, and she stiffened, her arms stretching out, both hands clutching the quilt tightly, a stampede about to happen in her mind, and she jerked.

For a moment she was confused, then she jerked again, “Ohhhhh God …” jerking, bucking, her back arching as her hands instinctively rested on the girl’s head. Her pelvis was tentatively in motion now, Mia trying to restrain herself as her pelvis rocked uncertainly, the pelvis in a searching, solicitous sway; wobbling, teetering, soda cans being shaken in her brain, the girl attacking her, and Mia moved with her, working with her, working together, the rhythm quickening, and she shivered, pushing back at her now. Chicago-hip was working in concert with Original-hip, her pelvis suddenly like a reluctant piston, thrusting back at the girl, the girl’s hair flying everywhere, although the girl stood firm and rode it with her, then the girl came back even harder, the centre of her tongue pushing and grinding.

Mia’s brow throbbed, and everything threatened, and champagne corks popped, and they kept popping, little things going Bang and Boom in her mind, and the girl kept grinding, slower now. Mia wanted to cry, or, or scream, because things were fizzing, not bad fizzes though, not head-rattling fizzes, she was experiencing body-rattling fizzes, and while her brow was pounding, it wasn’t painful pounding, it was What-the-flipping-heck-is-happening pounding. The pounding was glorious, and she knew that she must be blushing, but it didn’t matter, because the Bang’s and the Booms were joining together, and they were making her clench her teeth, and Goodness me, she wanted to squeal in delight, although she sucked her bottom lip as the Bang’s and the Booms rattled through her body, twenty or thirty little Bang’s and Booms crashing into one another, and she shuddered as the Big Bang-Boom exploded, and more Bang’s and Booms, smaller ones rattling through her, as if they were bullets fired out of a machine-gun.

Mia spluttered, then hesitated. She felt embarrassed, or fantastic; embarrassed by the blush which had probably coloured her cheeks a bright crimson, yet feeling fantastic because of her blazing cheeks. She had Banged and Boomed, the rapid rat-a-tat-a tat of the Bang’s and Booms had forced her mouth to flop open, and in a blistering moment of confusion or realization, it felt like she was standing directly under the sparkle and dazzle of a thousand fireworks, and she flung her arms out to the side, and blubbered, sobbing, because it had … Jiminy Cricket … and soon after, crying, because … Ohhh gosh, ohhh golly gosh …yeah … Huuuuu, Gosh-a-me Cricket … yeah, it had … razzle, dazzle, pop, boom, bang… wow, gosh, she wasn’t the World’s Biggest Loser, because it had happened.

Concerned, Rachael scampered up to her, “Headache?”

“No.” Mia sobbed.

“What, what’s wrong?”

With tears streaming from her eyes, Mia looked at her and blubbered, “I’m so happy!”

Rachael pulled her up to a sitting position, and with the unusual sensation of tears forming in her eyes, she asked, “You, you did it?”

Mia hugged her and then kissed her nose, wiping a wrist under her eyes as she shook her head and sobbed, “No, you did it!”

Rachael pushed up onto her knees, and then she flung her arms to the Heavens as she bellowed, “Yesssssss!”

Mia was compelled to hold her, just had to embrace her as she sprinkled her face with kisses, which was very hard to do, because Rachael was pumping her arms in the air as she screamed, “Yes, yes, fucking yes!”

Mia clumsily searched for the lips, then dove in, simply had to kiss her, because … Pop, boom, bang … although hesitant all of a sudden … she, she’s a girl … and with tears streaming down her cheeks, Mia stared at her, so confused, so bamboozled, and she, the girl, she smiled, and Mia choked back a gasp, then kissed her, and the girl pushed into the kiss, their faces squashing together as the frenzied kissing had them rocking unsteadily on the bed. Mia pulled away, and with the tears blurring her vision, and her lips quivering, she was so happy and so darn relieved … that she bawled her eyes out.

Rachael pushed her back and fell on top of her, then feeling as grand as she had ever felt, she cried too, because she had never experienced such a priceless moment in her entire life.

*

The semblance of sun that had been visible on this day, was slowly setting as Rachael ran the fingers of her right hand over Mia’s lips.

In a dreamy contentment, Mia nibbled the fingers, then accepted when the index finger pushed through into her mouth, and she sucked the finger, wanting the suck to be a grandiose acknowledgement of how majestic the afternoon had been, although she suspected that the action was probably more like someone getting their finger sucked.

Rachael shook her hair back and gazed at her, “What ya thinking about?”

Mia smiled and said bashfully, “I’m thinking about how much I love sucking your fingers.”

Rachael grabbed Mia’s right hand and fed the index finger into her mouth, kissing it and sucking it.

Mia enjoyed the sensation, then rolled her face to gaze at her. “What are you thinking about?”

Rachael rolled onto her back and put her hands behind her head, then gazing at the ceiling, she said brightly, “Dear Diary, can you help me here? I’ve got a feeling that this is the best day I’ve ever had, but I dunno, can you search through all my previous entries and let me know if there’s ever been a day to match this one.”

Mia laughed, then lay on her back, her right hand covering her groin, her left hand planted over the scar on her hip, and she said, “Dear Diary, please note, today IS the best day of my life! I met this girl, her name is Rachael Terina, and at first, I was a little bit frightened of her, and-”

“Frightened of me?” Rachael cut in.

Mia gazed at her and said, “Please don’t interrupt me; I’m recording a notation in my diary.”

“Sorry.”

“Yes, Dear Diary, as I was saying, I was a little frightened of her and intimidated by her, but we kissed, and I’m not frightened of her anymore, because I’ve had the most passionate and romantic day that I’ve ever had.”

Rachael gazed at the ceiling again. “Dear Diary, I’m going to try and replace out what Mia Coombes liked most about the experience, and if she tells me, I will record the details down so that I have a permanent record of this glorious day.”

Mia giggled, then said, “Dear Diary, my thoughts and feelings are for your information only, but if Rachael Terina promises not to record my thoughts in her diary, I would tell her that I loved kissing her, I loved the passion and the excitement that flowed from every kiss, and every time she touched me, I shivered, shivered in anticipation, shivered with ecstasy, and just looking across at her now …” Mia patted her chest as she drew in a stabilising breath, then she cooed, “I shiver with the thrill of simply gazing into her gorgeous eyes.”

Rachael gulped, then said, “Dear Diary, what I liked best was that she, she, arhhh …”

“What?” Mia asked.

Rachael gazed at the ceiling and said, “She went down on me, and she fingered the fuck outta me, and she gave me some of the biggest fucking orgasms that I’ve ever had!”

Mia blushed, giggled, then shoved her as she said meekly, “Jiminy Cricket, aren’t you just an old romantic.”

Rachael looked at her and blurted out a laugh, “Did you just say Jiminy Cricket?”

“Ummm, I’m not sure.”

“Jiminy Cricket?” Rachael laughed, “Fuck me!”

A flash of embarrassment hit Mia, and she slapped Rachael’s arm, “Well, at least I don’t swear all the time like you!”

Rachael howled with laughter, “Jiminy Cricket, fuck!”

Mia giggled, then shoved her again, “Hey, hey you …”

Rachael kept laughing, “What?”

Mia propped herself up and looked into her eyes as she whispered, “You, you’re crazy.”

Rachael shoved her onto her back, squatted over her, then with a devilish twinkle in her eye, she said threateningly, “Jiminy Cricket, are you in trouble.”

*

Before bedding down that night, and still bathing in the afterglow, Mia sent her a message.

With you on my mind, I have chosen to bed down tonight minus underwear.

An immediate reply.

You gunna masturbate?

-Vibrator is in my hand, so yes, the possibility does exist.

-Let me know how u go.

-No, a girl has to have a few secrets.

-Fuck off now Jiminy, because me is def gunna masturbate!

-Haha; the more time I spend with you, the more apparent it becomes …

-What?

-U r a very rude girl.

-No, not rude; me is a slut!

Mia laughed, then typed in,

No argument from me.

On the Sunday, it was at Mia’s place; five hours of passion and sex.

Mia asked, ‘Would you like to sleep over?’

Rachael pondered, and then declined the offer. With her dreamscape never certain, she had become a fuck-and-go girl, never wanting her lovers or pick-ups to experience what Marco had witnessed.

Tuesday morning and afternoon was at Rachael’s, and Marco was bristling with excitement when she popped in to see him on the Wednesday morning.

“Was that the cop yesterday?” he asked.

“No.”

“Who was it?”

“None of your business.”

“Piss off Rachael, I mean I hear Beethoven’s this and that blaring out, then William Tell, then the Can-Can blasting out on continuous play, so you have to tell me!”

“Did I just say that it’s none of your business?”

“What’s going on?” Marco asked, as he shook his head in confusion. “You’ve told me about every lover that you’ve had, and then you bang someone who gets the entire classical range in a single afternoon, and you wanta keep it quiet?”

“I might tell you about it, but not today.”

Marco cocked his head and asked cheekily, “Dick or vag?”

“Vag.”

“Okay, well now I’m really excited, so come on Teriny, spill the beans!”

She squatted down next to him and asked nonchalantly, “Wanta blowie?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, then asked, “Arhhh, actually, what do I have to do for it?”

“Nothing.”

“Really, a blowie for nothing?”

“I’m just feeling good.”

“So what, every time you feel good, I get a free blowie?”

“Marco, you’re getting this blowie in the hope that it will make you shut the fuck up!”