The Last train Home

Friday night and once again I was finishing work late. Most of staff in the office had already finished, the start of their weekend. I was sat at my desk until almost 8. I took the lift down to the entrance lobby of my building, gave the security guard a tired wave and wished him a good weekend.

"Be careful out there Miss." He said nodding his head towards the glass doors. "Storm's coming in tonight. Gonna be a rough one, from what they were saying on the news."

I smiled at him "Thanks for the heads up, maybe I'll skip the drinks tonight and head straight home."

The moment I pushed the doors open, a gust of wind nearly wrenched the handle from my grasp. That guy wasn't kidding. The wind howled between the tall office buildings, blowing my hair into my face. Dark clouds churned overhead threatening heavy rain.

I contemplated which of the two stations to walk towards that were within walking distance and opted for Lime St. As I hurried along the pavement the wind carried on with frequent gusts. For every few steps I took it felt like I was pushed back just as many, I counted my lucky stars that it hadn't started to rain yet.

As I walked along I messaged my fiance to give him the heads up that I'd be home late. "Hey babe. I've just got out of work, I know what you're thinking... again? I'm walking to the station now. I'll let you know once I'm on the train. Love you xxx" The later finishes had caused more than a few arguments lately. Even questioning me if I was seeing someone else. That question had stung and had caused tension but we were working through it. Following that I requested a transfer to somewhere closer to home, that seemed to do the trick.

My phone pinged. "Let me know which train you catch and I'll meet you at the station xx" I smiled despite the weather, maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

I approached the station, the pavements were their usual busy self for a Friday night. The weather not seeming to put anyone off. As I walked checking my phone for train times I was almost knocked over as I was barrelled into.

A girl stood in front of me, she looked in her late teens or early twenties. Beautiful blonde hair flying wildly around her, an impressive body that seemed to have been poured into these tight leggings and hoodie. Armed with a rucksack and her phone on a selfie stick I immediately thought tourist, but once she spoke I knew she was somewhat local.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" she gasped, finally looking up from her phone. "I was completely lost in the moment then. Are you ok?" She didn't sound particularly sorry and had a look of mild annoyance that I'd interrupted whatever she was filming.

"Ah whatever. Say do you perhaps know how to get to Edge Lane from here? I'm supposed to be meeting up with friends near the Littlewoods building."

I knew Liverpool fairly well since my parents were from here. "You could jump a bus from the bus station or a train out of Lime St. I think Edge Hill or Wavertree could be closer." I thought for a moment "But isn't the Littlewoods building condemned now? A lot of regeneration work going on there. You should be careful, especially with this storm"

"Yeah, thanks, I'll be fine though. I'm shooting some videos for my channel and I've got friends meeting up with me." She gave me a smile and tossed her hair. "I'm Ellie by the way. You should give me a follow it's 'UrbanEllie'. I film urban exploration videos of abandoned buildings" She smiled, turned around "Catch you later!" and headed off.

And just like that she was off, her blonde hair whipping in the wind. Filming as she went and heading into the night and straight into whatever this night had in store for her. I watched her disappear into the crowd, an odd flutter in my stomach. She was far too pretty, and far too lightly dressed to be running around abandoned buildings in this weather.

I turned back and continued on towards the station. The first heavy drops of rain began to fall, slow at first. I started to hurry, then my phone began to vibrate.

It was the work chat group, messages pinging back and forth with people trying to meet up before heading home for the weekend.

"Sarah! Where are you? We're at the North Western just having a few drinks to celebrate finishing this quarter. You best not be still sitting at that desk. Come meet up with us, you bloody deserve it! We'll be here till at least 10."

I stared at the screen, thumb hovering, the pub was right next to the station. I could have one or two and after a short walk I'd be on the train and heading home. After this week in work I could do with winding down, I'm sure Mark would understand.

"Alright I'm on my way, won't be long. But one drink max xx"

I entered the North Western followed by a gust of wind that caused people sitting by the door to gasp and shout out. The pub was heaving as was expected for a Friday night. Revellers, workers and theatre goers all crowded the pub, jostling at the bar to get served. I looked around for the girls and spotted them, they'd claimed a table near a window.

I jostled through the crowd finally joining the girls and claiming a chair. A bottle of red on the table and a tray of shots, a few empty shot glasses showed how late I was to the party. I took my coat off and placed it on the back of the chair still damp from the rain outside. The gossip flowed fast between us, who was sleeping with who, talk of our targets for next year and bitching about our bosses and the workloads.

"Honestly Sarah I don't know how you do it. If you don't get that transfer soon, if I were you I'd snap." said Claire, topping up my glass for the third time. "All that travelling everyday and staying late, you look like you haven't slept in a month."

My cheeks flushed and not just because of the wine "I know, I know. I've put the request in already it just seems to be taking ages. Things are already so tense with Mark, it can't come soon enough."

The door swung open again followed by the gust of wind. Two ladies rushed in laughing and giggling. Striking in their appearance, older but glamorous looking and their perfume carrying on the breeze that was intoxicating. I caught the eye of one of them, smiled and looked away.

Time seemed to fly and we completely lost track. Someone ordered another bottle of wine and someone else had more shots brought to the table. Rain was now battering against the window. I checked my phone for any messages then realised the time. "Shit it's past 11, I'm going to have to go, otherwise I'll miss the last train"

I jumped up and grabbed my coat off the back of the chair and ran for the exit. The girls were all laughing behind me with shouts of see you Monday. The good thing about this pub it had an exit onto the concourse of the station so I avoided the weather outside completely.

I ran down the steps of the escalator and came out onto a busy platform. The train was running late so I'd not missed it. I made my way along the platform to find somewhere quiet in the hope when I boarded the train I'd be able to get a seat.

The train entered the station and made its way along the platform before coming to a stand, the doors opened. People started to cluster around, I squeezed on board and began to look for a seat. The carriage was packed, people buzzing from a night out, office workers slumped in seats and the unlucky few who'd been caught in the storm soaked and their umbrellas dripping.

I made my way through the train scanning for a seat. Two elegant women caught my eye. It was the same two women I'd noticed in the pub earlier that night. Two women, one was taller, she looked to be in her late 40's was athletic looking, slim with her dark hair pinned up. She had an air of quiet confidence about her. Her friend was shorter and looked slightly older. She was curvier with auburn hair that was wavy and a softer presence.

They both carried themselves like women who knew exactly who they were and what they wanted. They were sitting facing each other in a set of four seats with two empty seats available.

The taller one glanced up and smiled, a look of sudden realisation on her face. She knocked her companions leg with hers "Make a bit of space darling" she glanced at me again "There's plenty of room here for one more." She said warmly.

They shifted smoothly and her friend moved so that they sat side by side, freeing the two seats opposite them. Grateful I sat down on the seat opposite them. The heady perfume from earlier seemed to fill the carriage, jasmine and amber that seemed to be coming from them, it was intoxicating.

The taller woman was staring at me and smiling "Long day?"

I nodded and smiled, trying not to look too exhausted "You could say that, early start travelling in from Chester and I'm not sure staying out this late will do me any favours. But I needed a break from it all." I caught myself before I said too much to these complete strangers "How about you two? You look like you've had a good night?"

The taller one laughed softly, her voice low. "We had a night at the theatre. Wonderful show. I'm Eleanor by the way and this is Vicky. But please call me El."

"Sarah" I replied. "Thanks for making space for me, It's heaving tonight."

We chatted easily as the train made its way to the next station. They asked me about my work; I mentioned the late finishes, early starts, trying to transfer to somewhere closer to home and the effects it was having on my relationship. El's eyes sparkled "He's a lucky man to have someone so dedicated. Though you do look like you're carrying the weight of the world on those shoulders."

Vicky leaned in slightly, her knee brushing against mine as the train swayed "We know the feeling. All that tension.... it builds up, doesn't it? El here gives the most wonderful massages."

Her perfume wrapped around me, warm and intoxicating. I felt my cheeks start to heat, her leg still rubbing against mine. They're just being friendly, I thought, but why am I reacting like this?

People had started to leave the train as we stopped off at stations and the train began to empty out. By the time we departed Bebington the train had almost slowed down to a crawl and then stopped altogether. Rain was lashing against the windows making it difficult to see anything. A few minutes ticked by.

El sighed, checking her watch. "This storm is going to cause havoc tonight."

Vicky nodded, her hand resting just above El's knee. "We were hoping to be home by now. Still only one stop left and this isn't the worst company to be stuck with." She gave me a slow smile that made my stomach flutter. "Your boyfriend is very lucky, you're very easy on the eyes Sarah."

I laughed nervously, shifting in my seat "You two are too kind. I must look a mess after being in work all day and being blown everywhere."

"Not at all," El murmured, voice smooth. "You look like a woman who just needs a good unwind and we're very good at that."

I blushed harder unsure how to respond to that but before I could reply the driver's voice came over the speakers. "Can I have your attention please. We've been informed that a tree has come down ahead and is blocking both lines. We will be unable to proceed past Port Sunlight station and this service will terminate at this station. Replacement bus service is being arranged but may be delayed due to the current weather. If you can make alternative arrangements please do so. We apologise for the inconvenience."

The train crept forward again and finally pulled into the station. El and Vicky stood, gathering their things.

"Well that was lucky, our stop" El said "Take care, Sarah. Hope you aren't waiting too long for the bus."

I followed them off into the cold, wind howling across the open platform. I made my way to the station entrance, teeth already chattering.

A tired looking member of staff was talking to a small group of passengers "Buses could be an hour or more. Storm's causing chaos everywhere. You can shelter in the station entrance but if you can get picked up best to do that."

I groaned, pulling my coat tighter around me. Cold and wet I took my phone out and messaged Mark. "Hey babe, I'm really sorry but the train has now been cancelled because of a tree on the track. Could you please pick me up? They don't know when the buses will be here and it's freezing. I'm really sorry xx"

I stared at the screen willing for that message to say he'd be on his way. Looking at the screen I realised how low my battery was, if he didn't hurry up I could be stuck here all night.

My phone suddenly pinged that I had a message and not the type I was hoping for. My heart sank "Sorry babe I'm not risking my neck driving in this weather, why didn't you get the earlier train like you said? Let me know when your on the bus x" I started to wish that I'd never listened and gone to the pub, just life continuing to be unfair. I steeled myself for what was probably going to be a long night.

Behind me I heard the clicking of heels. I turned and saw El and Vicky standing close, stopping just inside the entrance.

El stepped closer to me, voice soft and concerned. "Sarah? You look awfully cold, have you got to wait here long? Is your boyfriend picking you up?"

I looked down "He's not able to so I'm just going to wait here for the bus, I'm sure it won't be too long."

Vicky's eyes flicked over me, damp hair, shivering shoulders. "Darling, you look freezing. Our house is literally two streets away. Come with us you can warm up inside, charge your phone if needed and we can try ordering a taxi for you. You'll be waiting all night for a bus."

I hesitated unsure, glancing down the road for any sign of the bus, the rain and wind not letting up. I'm sure they're just being kind, just two older women looking out for a younger female. I can charge my phone, order a taxi and be on my way.

"Okay..... yeah, thank you. That would be amazing." a smile lit up my face, just at the thought of getting out of this weather and going somewhere warm.

They linked arms with me, one on each side walking close as we headed out of the station and into the storm. It felt protective at that moment, almost intimate as we headed into the cold.

We walked down a road in the village with Tudor style homes. We turned up a path towards one and entered their home. It was warm inside and elegantly decorated with high ceilings, antique furniture and soft lighting.

El flicked on a lamp then approached me "Make yourself comfortable, I'll put your phone on charge and see if I can get a taxi ordered for you"

I passed my phone over. Then Vicky entered carrying three large glasses of red wine. "Here. It'll take the edge off." We spoke mainly small talk. I sipped the wine which was strong. I hadn't eaten properly since lunch and the wine hit fast, head buzzing lightly after half a glass.

El sat close to me on the sofa, her thigh brushing mine. "Well that's all done but the taxi could be a while so sit back and relax. Enjoying the wine?"

I laughed nervously. "Yeah, and it feels like it's going straight to my head."

Vicky topped up my glass with a smile "Good. Loosen up a bit."

We carried on chatting for longer than I expected about life and work. "It must be getting late, I'm sorry I'm intruding like this, the taxi seems to be taking forever."

Vicky smiled "It's fine darling, better in here than stuck outside in this weather. But you know, El here is a sports therapist, all those hours hunched at your desk must play murder with your back" she flashed a smile to El. "How about letting her help you out? Your shoulders must be so knotted."

I hesitated. "I'm not sure.... I mean I barely know you, I appreciate everything you've done for me, you've been really kind."

She smiled, gentle and reassuring "It would just be a quick shoulder rub. Nothing more. Promise."

El's hands were suddenly, gently on my shoulders. Her voice soft "You know I don't just do this for anyone, most people have to pay to get this sort of treatment. You're such a lucky girl, aren't you?"

The mix of the strong heady perfume and the wine it was beginning to take its toll. I nodded and smiled "Okay.... just the shoulders."

El positioned herself behind me and began to rub my shoulders. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her thumbs found every knot at the base of my neck and pressed slowly, patiently, until each one gave way.

"God, you weren't joking," she said softly. "You're like a rock back here."

"Told you," I mumbled. "Too many hours sitting at my desk."

She worked in small circles along the tops of my shoulders, then out towards my arms and back again. Every so often her fingers brushed the skin just above my collar. I let my head drop forward. I hadn't realised how tight I'd been holding myself all week until it started to let go.

"That's it," she murmured. "Stop fighting it. Let your shoulders drop."

I did. A small sigh slipped out of me before I could stop it, and I felt my cheeks go warm.

Vicky laughed quietly from the other end of the sofa. "Listen to her. She's melting."

"She's my favourite kind of client," El said. "She says no, but that quickly turns to sighs like that."

I laughed too, embarrassed, and took another sip of wine. El's hands slid a little lower, thumbs pressing either side of my spine through my blouse, then back up to my neck. It was slow and steady, and it went on for a long time. My eyes kept drifting shut.

At some point Vicky had set her glass down and moved closer. Before I really noticed, she had lifted my feet into her lap.

"These heels," she tutted, slipping them off one at a time and dropping them on the rug. "You've been in these since morning, haven't you?"

"Since seven." I admitted

"Poor thing."

She pressed her thumbs into the arch of my foot through my tights and I actually groaned. It was so loud and so sudden that I clapped a hand over my mouth.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Vicky smiled, not stopping. "It's the nicest compliment that you could give me."

So there I was, El behind me working my shoulders, Vicky at the other end rubbing my feet, the wine warm in my chest and that heavy jasmine perfume all around me. Part of me knew it was strange. The rest of me didn't want either of them to stop.

Vicky's hands moved up to my ankles, then the backs of my calves, squeezing slowly. Her fingers stopped just below my knees. El leaned close to my ear.

"You're so tense through here, darling." she said, pressing between my shoulder blades. "I can't get to you properly through your blouse, not sat up like this."

Vicky gave my calf one last squeeze and looked up at me. "The sofa's hopeless for it. Why don't we go upstairs? You can lie down flat and El can do it properly. You'll feel like a new woman."

I hesitated, glass halfway to my lips. "Upstairs?"

"Just so you can lie down," El said, her thumbs still circling my neck. "You can't do a back properly sitting up. Ten minutes, then you'll be fresh as anything when the taxi comes."

I looked around the room for my phone or for any excuse to say no. Then back to Vicky who was still smiling at me kindly, it felt rude to say no.

"Okay," I heard myself saying "Just ten minutes."

El guided me upstairs by the hand with Vicky following close behind with the wine. Since standing up from the sofa my head had whirled with the effects of the wine and the earlier drinks in the pub. I grasped the handrail to steady myself, maybe lying down wasn't such a bad idea.

The master bedroom was huge. High ceilings, heavy velvet drapes pulled closed and a big four poster bed made up with crisp white sheets. The rain louder up here, drumming against the roof.

"Oh wow," I said. "this is like a hotel. A really posh hotel, it's beautiful."

"Better than a hotel, nobody knocking in the morning or a check out time." said Vicky

She took two thick white towels from a chest at the foot of the bed and spread them across the middle of the mattress, smoothing them with the palms of her hands. "So we don't ruin the linens, darling. Oil gets everywhere."

"Oil?" I said

"You can't do a proper massage dry." El said. She took my glass, let me have one last sip, and set it down on the nightstand. "Come on, on your front, sweetheart. Get comfy."

I climbed up onto the bed, slightly uncertain, she patted the bed smiling at me. I lay face down on the towels, feeling slightly silly lying there fully dressed in my blouse, skirt and tights.

Lying on the mattress was heaven, it was warm and soft like nothing I'd experienced before.

El climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over me, settling her weight lightly on the backs of my thighs, just under my bum. I heard the click of a bottle and the slick sound of her rubbing her hands together.

"Shoulders first" she said.

Her hands were warm. She pressed her thumbs into the muscle either side of my neck and something there just gave way. I actually groaned.

"Oh my god."

"There it is," El said. "You've got knots on your knots, Sarah."

She worked slowly. Over the blouse at first, her hands moving it out of the way to gain access to the top of my neck and shoulders. Vicky had settled into a chair by the window with her wine, legs crossed, watching.

"See?" Vicky said. "Much better already."

After a few minutes El said "This is no good, darling. I can't get oil into you properly with this blouse in the way and I dont want to ruin it. Can we have it off?"

I felt my face go hot against the towel. "Um, like off off?"

"You can stay lying down. You've still got your bra on. Nobody's going to see anything."

I hesitated. Then nodded into the towel. "Okay. Yeah. Okay."

She lifted her weight off me so I could shift. She reached under me and undid the buttons one by one, her knuckles brushing my stomach, taking her time. I propped myself on my elbows and she slid the blouse back off my shoulders and down my arms. I lay down again quickly, my cheeks burning. She folded the blouse over the end of the bed and settled back astride my thighs.

Cool air touched my back, then oil, a warm line from my neck down to my waist. I gasped at it. Then her palms. That was a different thing entirely. Skin on skin. Long strokes, the full length of my back, out over my shoulder blades and back in, slow and heavy. Her thumbs dug in along my spine and slid underneath my bra strap and out the other side.

"That feels..... really nice." I admitted. My eyes had closed on their own.

"She's loosening up beautifully." Vicky said quietly from the armchair.

"She is." El said. "Aren't you?"

"Mm" was all I managed

I heard the armchair creak, and Vicky's bare feet on the carpet. I didn't lift my head. Then the mattress dipped down at the bottom of the bed, and a hand wrapped round my foot.

"You never let me finish these downstairs." Vicky said.

She pressed her thumbs into my sole through my tights, the same slow circles she'd done on the sofa. Heel, arch, the ball of my foot, each toe in turn.

Oh, that's nice I thought. A foot rub and a back rub at the same time. I felt like a queen at a spa.

Then something warm and wet closed round my toes.

For a second I thought it was oil. Warm oil, soaking into the nylon. Then it moved. It sucked, gently. I felt a tongue slide between toes through the thin tights and my whole body went rigid. "Vicky..." I mumbled into the towel "Are you....?"

"Shh."

She was. She had my toes in her mouth.

Nobody had ever done that to me. If I asked Mark he'd laugh, then pull a face, then ask what was wrong with me. I couldn't see a thing, only feel it. Wet heat, her tongue curling, her lips sliding down over my big toe and back up. It tickled and I giggled into the towel, a proper tipsy giggle I couldn't stop.

"Ticklish?" Vicky murmured against my foot.

"It's so weird," I said. "It's so.... oh."

Because then it wasn't funny anymore. Not at all. She sucked slowly and something went straight up my leg and landed right between my thighs, like a bolt. I pressed my hips down into the bed without meaning to.

It's my feet, I thought, It's literally my feet. I couldn't believe I was getting wet from that.

She did the other foot. Every toe. El kept working my back the whole time, and I stopped trying to work out which of them I was feeling.

"I want to do your legs properly," Vicky said after a while. "But these tights will have to come off, darling. Oil will ruin them."

"Mm," I said. "Okay."

I barely heard the reason. I just heard the question, and my mouth said okay.

El shifted up onto my bum. Vicky's hands slid up under my skirt, all the way to my waist, pushing the hem up a little as they went. She hooked her fingers into the top of my tights and peeled them down. Over my bum under the skirt, down my thighs, past my knees, slowly the damp nylon dragging. Then off my toes, one foot, then the other.

My legs were bare. The air on them made me shiver.

Then oil. Vicky poured it into her palms and smoothed it over my calves, warm and slippery, and then her mouth followed. Soft, open kisses on bare skin now. My ankle. The middle of my calf. The back of my knee, which was ticklish in a way I'd never known.

Up top, El's fingers were spreading out to my sides, so far round they brushed the edges of my breasts where they were squashed against the towel. The first time I thought it was an accident. The second time I honestly couldn't tell. I had a mouth on my leg and hands on my ribs and I didn't know which way to squirm. Up into El, or down towards Vicky. The third time her fingers brushed my breasts I realised I was waiting for it to happen.

I lost track. Somebody's thumb pressed into the back of my knee and I didn't know whose. A mouth followed it. That one was definitely Vicky. Her oiled palms slid up the backs of my thighs, long firm strokes, higher every time, until they pushed under the hem of my skirt.

"This skirt's in my way." Vicky said. "And I'll get oil all over it."

"Yes," I breathed. "Yeah. Take it."

El shifted her weight off me and knelt to one side. She found the zip at the side and drew it down. I felt the waistband loosen. And then, without anybody asking me to, I lifted my hips off the towel so they could slide it down.

I froze for a second when I realised I'd done it. My hips had just gone up, all on their own. El didn't say anything, but I heard Vicky make a small pleased sound.

Vicky drew the skirt down my thighs, over my knees, off my feet, and dropped it on the floor.

That left me in my bra and black lace knickers and nothing else.

"Lovely underwear," Vicky said. "Bit delicate for oil, though."

"Thanks," I mumbled into the towel. My whole body was prickling. I could feel how damp the lace was getting between my legs. I prayed they couldn't see it.

El swung back astride me, on my bare thighs now, and poured more oil across my shoulders. It ran down my sides and soaked into the band of my bra.

"Now I'm getting oil on this," she said. "And the strap's right across where I'm working. Off?"

"Mm," I said. "Okay. Yes."

She unhooked the clasp. I lifted my chest just enough for her to slide it out from under me, and she dropped it on top of my skirt.

The sudden realisation that I was topless in this stranger's bedroom hit me. I said it in my head, slowly. A short while ago I hesitated over my blouse. Now I couldn't remember why. I giggled, I felt warm and wondered if it was the wine, maybe a bit but not all of it. I cupped my breasts to hide them, nervously.

"No need for that, darling, just lie back down."

My breasts pressed into the towel, nipples hard against the cotton. El's hands came back, nothing in the way now, all the way from my neck down to the small of my back. Her thumbs pressed into the dimples just above my knickers. Down below, Vicky's hands had reached the tops of my thighs. They were meeting in the middle. A shiver went right through me.

"Yes," I heard myself say, to nothing. "Mm. Yes."

Then the oil bottle clicked again, and El poured it straight onto my bum.

A lot of it. Warm, slow. I felt it soak through the thin lace, run down over the curve of each cheek, pool in the crack and trickle lower. Down between my legs. Right over my pussy.

I squirmed and pressed my thighs together.

"Hey, that's not my back."

"No," El agreed, completely calm. "It isn't."

She rubbed it in through the lace. Kneading my cheeks, the wet fabric sliding over my skin. Each time she pushed my cheeks up and apart, the lace slipped a little further, bunching into the middle, until it was barely covering anything at all. Then she hooked one finger under the edge of my knickers and pushed them aside, and Vicky's hands parted my thighs a little wider.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

El's fingers slid down between my legs and glided along my lips. Slow. Slippery. Parting

them, finding exactly how wet I was. There was no hiding it now.

"Oh, Sarah," El said softly. "Look at you."

"I know," I said. "I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare be sorry."

Her finger dipped inside me. Just the tip, then deeper. Then a second one, curling up

against my inner wall until they found a spot that made my whole body jerk.

"Oh God. Oh God, that's too much."

"It's not," El said. "It's exactly enough."

Then another hand slid in under my hips from the side. Vicky. Still kneeling by my legs, she reached right under me, and her fingers found my clit.

I made a sound into the towel I'd never heard myself make.

Two women. Both of them, on me, at the same time. El's fingers sliding in and out of me, slow and curling. Vicky's fingertips circling my clit, soft, then firmer, then soft again. I tried to work out whose hand was whose and couldn't. Fingers inside, fingers outside, a palm on my thigh, a thumb on my hip.

They're women, I kept thinking. Two women are doing this to me. And it was better than anything. Better than anything Mark had ever done in four years, and they'd barely started.

"You're so wet, darling," El murmured.

I was. That was the shocking part. My hips were pushing back against her hand, then down onto Vicky's.

"These are just in the way now," Vicky said, tugging at the bunched lace.

"Okay," I gasped.

They let go of me just long enough to peel my knickers down together and pull them off my ankles. I didn't even think about stopping them. I just lay there, totally naked on a towel in a house I'd been in for an hour, and lifted my hips so they could get back to me faster.

El's fingers slid back inside. Vicky's found my clit again. The room filled with wet sounds. My sounds. I couldn't believe that was me making that noise.

"That's it," Vicky said. "Look at her go."

My thighs were shaking. Everything inside me was fluttering and clenching around El's

fingers. I was right on the edge. Right there. I could feel it building and building and not

quite tipping.

Then El's thumb moved.

It drifted down from where her fingers were inside me, slick with oil, and slid up between my cheeks. It found my arsehole and circled it. Once. Twice.

Nobody had ever touched me there.

"Wait," I gasped. "Wait, that's my..."

"I know what it is," El said.

Her thumb pressed, and slipped in.

The shock of it went through my whole body. Full and strange and so, so wrong, and her fingers curled inside me at the same moment and Vicky pressed down hard on my clit.

"Come for me," El said quietly. "Let go."

And I did. I came so hard I saw white. My pussy spasmed around her fingers and my arse clamped down on her thumb and a gush of wet ran out over their hands onto the towel. I screamed into the towel.

She didn't stop. She slowed, but she kept going, easing me through every little aftershock until I was lying there limp and twitching, panting like I'd run for the train.

El slid her fingers out and kissed the small of my back. "Beautiful."

Vicky kissed my bare ankle, got off the bed, and padded back to the armchair.

I lay with my cheek on the damp towel and tried to get my breath back.

And there it was. Mark. His face, his last text. Let me know which train you catch. I waited for the guilt to hit me like it was supposed to.

It didn't come. I thought of him checking my location. Asking who I'd been with. Rolling

off me after five minutes. I thought of every Friday I'd spent texting him from the platform like I was checking in with a parole officer.

I wasn't sorry. I lay there and realised, with a jolt, that I wasn't even a little bit sorry.

"You alright down there?" El asked.

"Yeah," I said. And then, because it was true: "Yeah. I'm alright."

I heard the armchair creak again. I turned my head on the towel.

Vicky was standing at the end of the bed, and she was naked.

I stared. I couldn't help it. I'd never looked at a naked woman like that in my life, not

properly, not like this. Her body was soft and voluptuous. Heavy, full D-cup breasts with large dark areolas. A rounded belly, wide hips and thick, powerful thighs. Her pussy was trimmed into a neat little triangle, and the lips were already swollen and slick. I could see it from where I lay.

"Oh my God," I said.

Vicky smiled. "Look at me, sweetheart. Watch how wet you've made me."

She slid her hand down between her legs and pushed two fingers into herself. Right there in front of me. Slowly in, slowly out, and when she drew them back there was a shiny string of wetness between them. I couldn't look away. My mouth was open.

She climbed onto the bed on her knees beside my head. Her fingers were coated, glistening in the lamplight. She held them in front of my lips.

"Open."

I looked at her fingers. I looked at her. You can't be serious, I thought. And my lips parted anyway.

She slid them in. Slow, swirling them on my tongue.

The taste stunned me. Salty and musky and rich, with something faintly sweet underneath. It was so strong. I'd never tasted a woman before, I'd never even tasted myself, and I just lay there frozen with her fingers in my mouth.

"That's it," she murmured. "Suck them clean. Taste how much I want you."

My tongue started moving. Tentative at first, then less. I sucked her fingers like I'd been

doing it all my life. She pulled them out with a wet pop.

"Good girl."

Two words. They went straight between my legs.

She moved round in front of me and lay back against the headboard, shuffling down, spreading her thighs. "Come here, darling. Lie on your back."

I crawled forward on the towels until my face was between her knees, then rolled over. Then she slid down and swung one leg over, and suddenly she was above me, kneeling over my face with her thighs either side of my head. Her pussy was right there. Inches from my mouth. I could feel the heat coming off it.

"Oh my God," I whispered again. I was running out of other words.

"Eat me, darling," she said quietly. "Show me how grateful you are."

She lowered herself. Her pussy brushed my lips, my nose, my chin. Everything was her.

The smell of her, the heat, the soft wet skin.

I put my tongue out and licked. Just along the outside, one slow stroke.

The taste was stronger than on her fingers. Much stronger. I pulled back a little, overwhelmed, and her hand came to rest on the back of my head. She didn't push. She just held it there.

"More," she said. "Find my clit. Use that pretty tongue."

I found it. I closed my lips round it and sucked, and Vicky moaned so loud it shocked me. I did that, I thought. Me. I flicked my tongue across it fast and she moaned again and started rocking her hips, grinding down on my mouth.

My hands came up on their own and grabbed her thick thighs. I pulled her down onto me. I licked lower and pushed my tongue right inside her, as deep as it would go, and her wetness ran down my chin.

Down by my legs El was stroking my stomach, my thighs, my legs. I'd almost forgotten she was there.

"Good girl," El said. "Make her come."

I did. I didn't know how I did, but I did. I sucked her clit and flicked it and went back inside her and back up to her clit until her thighs started shaking against my ears. Then she came with a low, shuddering groan, hips bucking, and a fresh flood of her ran into my mouth. I swallowed. I kept licking. I couldn't stop.

She lifted off me, breathing hard, her face flushed pink. "Christ. You're a natural, darling."

I lay there on the towels with my face soaked and my mouth tingling.

"I've never done that," I said. "I've never... any of it. I've never been with a woman."

"We know, sweetheart," El said, amused. "It's written all over you."

"I just did that," I said. I touched my wet chin. "I can't believe I just did that."

"You're going to do a lot more than that," Vicky said, and they both laughed, and so did I.

They rolled me onto my back again. Four hands, gentle and sure, and I just went where they put me. The towel was warm and damp under my shoulders.

Vicky swung a leg over my face again. This time she sat right down. Her pussy covered my mouth and her thighs closed round my cheeks and for a moment all I could see was her soft belly and the underside of those big breasts above me.

I didn't hesitate this time. That shocked me as much as anything. I just opened my mouth and licked.

Then I felt El's hands on my knees, pushing them wide. I felt her settle between my legs.

Then her pussy pressed against mine.

I gasped into Vicky. I didn't even know you could do that.

El was smooth and hot and slippery, and she started grinding. Slow at first, rolling her hips so her clit dragged across mine, then faster. Wet slapping, skin on skin. The friction was electric.

I lost track of everything. There were hands on my breasts and I didn't know whose.

Fingers pinching my nipple. A hand stroking my thigh. Vicky grinding on my mouth and

El grinding on my pussy and someone moaning and I wasn't sure if it was me. I was just a body in the middle of them, being used and loving it.

"Look at her," Vicky panted above me. "She's lost."

I came again like that. I didn't see it coming. One second El was grinding on me and the

next my back arched off the bed and I was moaning into Vicky's pussy while my legs shook round El's hips.

They let me breathe for a minute. Vicky lifted off my face and flopped down beside me, breathing hard, her cheeks bright red.

I lay there staring at the canopy of the four-poster. My mouth felt swollen.

I hadn't noticed El slip off the bed. I only noticed when she came back.

She'd let her hair down. Sleek and dark, falling just past her shoulders. She was tall and athletic, and her body was strong and toned from years as a sports therapist. Firm B-cup breasts with dark nipples, defined arms and shoulders, a flat, muscled stomach and long, powerful legs. Her pussy was completely shaved, the smooth lips glistening.

And strapped round her hips, snug in a black leather harness, was a thick, realistic cock. It bobbed heavily as she walked towards the bed.

"Oh my God," I said. "You can't be serious."

"You keep saying that," El said, climbing up beside me.

Vicky was laughing so hard she had to put her face in the pillow.

I couldn't stop staring at it. It was big. Bigger than Mark, if I was honest, and the thought

made me go hot all over. I'd seen these things online. I had never in my life imagined one walking towards me attached to a woman.

El lay down on her back in the middle of the bed. The cock stood straight up from her hips. "Come here, darling. Climb on."

I sat up. I looked at it. I looked at her. I looked at Vicky, who just raised her eyebrows.

And then I was straddling El's hips, and I honestly couldn't tell you the moment I decided to.

El held the base steady. I wobbled, giggled, steadied myself on her shoulders, and lowered myself until the thick head nudged against my pussy. I was soaked. It slid against my lips and I shivered.

"Slowly," El said. "Take your time."

I sank down onto it. Slowly. The head pushed into me and I gasped. It stretched me open, inch by inch, so full, and I kept going down and down until I was sitting right on her hips with all of it inside me.

"Oh my God," I moaned. "Oh my God, El."

"Good girl. Now ride me."

I started moving. Slow, rocking my hips, feeling it slide in and out. Then faster. I put my hands on her flat stomach and rode her properly, bouncing, and she held my hips and thrust up to meet me.

Vicky knelt up beside me. She turned my face to hers and kissed me. Soft at first, then deep, her tongue in my mouth, and I tasted myself on her and didn't even care. Her hands found my breasts. She cupped them, squeezed, rolled my nipples between her fingers until I gasped into her mouth.

Then one hand slid down my belly and found my clit.

"Oh God," I said. "Vicky..."

El thrusting up into me. Vicky's mouth on mine. Vicky's fingers circling my clit while I

bounced. I couldn't believe that this was my life, tonight, a Friday, after a work drink.

The first one came fast. My pussy clamped down round El's cock and I cried out against

Vicky's lips and my thighs shook either side of El's hips. El held still and let me ride it out.

Then she started moving again.

The second one built slower. Vicky kept rubbing my clit, steady, and El kept thrusting up into me, deep and slow, and it climbed and climbed. When it hit I felt something let go inside me and I gushed all over El, soaking her stomach and the towels and my own thighs.

"Oh!" I gasped. "Oh my God, what was that?"

"That," El said, grinning up at me, "was you, darling."

I'd never squirted. I didn't think I could. I stared down at the mess I'd made of her and burst out laughing, and then El rolled her hips once more and I came a third time, and the laugh turned into a scream.

I collapsed forward onto El's chest. She slid out of me and held me. Vicky lay down behind me and stroked my back. For a while none of us said anything. The rain was still drumming on the roof.

That was when the buzzing started.

My phone was on the nightstand. I hadn't noticed it there either. At some point someone had brought my phone upstairs. It buzzed, stopped, and buzzed again. And again. It went on and on, rattling against the wood.

"Someone wants you," El murmured.

I didn't move. I didn't want to know who it was. I rolled off El onto my back and Vicky

leaned over me and kissed me, and then she lay back against the pillows and opened her thick thighs.

"Come here, darling."

I went down on her. I didn't need telling twice anymore. I lay on my front between her legs and licked her slowly, and she sighed and stroked my hair.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

"Oh, for God's sake," Vicky said. "I'll make him stop."

I was too busy to hear the "him." I heard her pick up the phone. I heard the little tone of a call connecting.

Then a man's voice, tinny and far away. "Sarah? Where the hell are you? I've been ringing for hours!"

I didn't hear it. Not properly. I had Vicky's thighs round my ears and her taste in my mouth.

"Hello, darling," Vicky said, holding the phone up to her face. "Sarah's fine. We're looking after her. But don't expect her home tonight."

"Who the fuck is this?"

Vicky tapped the screen and tilted the phone down towards me.

"Enjoying yourself, darling?"

I nodded into her pussy. "Mm. Yes," I mumbled into her.

I looked up. Her phone, my phone, I didn't even think about whose, was pointing straight at me. I thought she was filming. Or taking a picture to keep. I was tipsy and happy and full of her, and I smiled right into the camera with my chin wet, and went back to licking.

"See?" Vicky said. "She loves it."

Then the mattress dipped behind me. El climbed onto the bottom of the bed, still wearing the strap-on. Her hands gripped my hips and pulled them up. I felt the thick head line up against my pussy from behind, and then she pushed into me, one long slow stroke.

I moaned right into Vicky.

Vicky ended the call and dropped the phone on the nightstand, face down.

El fucked me slowly from behind while I ate Vicky, and when Vicky came, thighs clamped round my head, I came with her.

I stayed with them till morning.

There were more rounds. I don't remember all of them. I remember resting, my head on El's stomach, Vicky's fingers in my hair. I remember kissing El for the first time, properly, on the mouth, at about three in the morning, and thinking that was strange because we'd done everything else first.

I remember falling asleep with my face on Vicky's soft chest and waking up to El's hand moving between my legs, and just opening them for her.

Dawn came grey through a gap in the drapes. The rain had stopped. The house was very quiet.

El kissed my forehead. "Trains will be running soon, darling."

I got up. Everything ached, in a good way. My thighs, my jaw, and a dull little wine

headache behind my eyes. I found my clothes scattered round the bed and dressed slowly. My knickers were ruined, so I left them. The blouse smelled of jasmine and amber and them.

Vicky was asleep, sprawled across the bed with her auburn hair everywhere. El walked me down to the front door in a silk dressing gown.

"You know where we are," she said.

"I do," I said.

The street was wet and shining and empty. There were branches down on the pavements. I walked back to Port Sunlight station. The line had been cleared overnight and the train arrived after only a short wait, almost nobody on it. I sat at the back by the window and turned my phone on.

Eleven missed calls from Mark. A string of texts. And in the call log, one that wasn't

missed. Mark. Video call. 1:14am. 2 minutes.

I stared at it.

Then I opened the texts. What the fuck Sarah. Who were those women. I saw you.

I saw you.

The phone pointed at me. Vicky's "him." The man's voice I hadn't listened to. Me, smiling

into the camera with my face wet. El behind me.

That was what he saw.

My stomach dropped. My face went hot. For about ten seconds I sat there with my hand

over my mouth.

Then I turned the phone face down on my lap.

I didn't text him. I didn't text anyone. I watched the Wirral go past, grey and dripping, and for the first time in months I didn't feel like I owed anybody anything. Not an explanation. Not a check-in. Not an apology.

I kept thinking about it. The bed. The towels. That smile. Me, ordinary Sarah from the office who stayed late and texted her fiancé from every platform. I couldn't believe that was me.

But it was. And sitting there on that train, sore and tired and smelling of someone else's perfume, I searched myself all over for regret.

There wasn't any.

End