1. The Last Flight. Chapter 27


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    We stood, holding hands, silent, until Jemima took a deep breath. “Well, now we have that settled, I could do with a drink!” she grinned, her eyes sparkling in the half light. The Sun had dropped behind the houses and the light coming through the window above the front door was gradually darkening. “Oh! I'm sorry, I don't drink and there is none in the house. My father, he...” She laughed loudly and maybe more than the statement warranted but the tension was broken now. “Silly! I meant tea or coffee!” she giggled. “Oh...” I blushed with embarrassment, then gasped, putting my hand to my mouth. “OH! I just thought! I have been away so long there will be no milk or even any fresh food!” “Hmm, yes, good point,” she frowned and pursed her lips as she pondered a solution. “Ah! Right! Got it!” “You have?" I raised both my eyebrows, waiting for her to explain what it was she had. “Yes, I have. Now then, no argument, we are going out for dinner!” “Oh, but...” Before I could utter another word I found her lips planted firmly against mine, preventing any further protest and the words, along with my resolve, melted away. “Right then, show me where I can stay and then get changed. As beautiful as you are in that uniform, it is not really the thing to wear to dinner.” I looked up the stairs to the landing at the top. I had only two bedrooms, my own and my mothers and no-one had been in hers since the day she was killed. “You can have my bed,” I ventured, “I will sleep in my mum's bed.” For ...
    a moment her face became serious. “When we were in hospital, you told me about your family,” she said. “If it is too difficult I don't mind sleeping on the floor... just for tonight of course!” she finished with a grin but leaving me in no doubt that she didn't really want to. “No,” I said. “No, you are right. This is a new life. Tonight, I will sleep in my mum's bed and tomorrow? Well, tomorrow is another day.” “That's the spirit,” she replied cheerfully, “Now, come on, lets get you ready for dinner!” I put on a happy smile for her but inside, my heart was still heavy. The house was preying on my mind and I hoped I would be able to sleep tonight. Jemima followed me up the stairs and I took her straight to my room. I felt nervous of her seeing it. I knew she was used to expensive things and my humble room must have seemed like a slum to her. It was a nice room, not too small with a big window, overlooking the now rather overgrown garden, in one wall and facing it, on the opposite side, was my bed, just as I had left it a lifetime ago. It was a very comfortable, single bed with an iron frame and dark wood head and foot boards. It was neatly made up, just as I had left it, with a crisp white sheet, folded neatly at the corners along with a dark woolen blanket and topped with a thin Eiderdown. Beside the bed I had a small table upon which stood an electric alarm clock with lamp attached, made from Bakelite resembling green onyx and a small framed picture of my mum and alongside ...
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