Close encounters

Hannah seemed taken off balance by Connor’s appearance from the kitchen, and she turned hastily to join Sophie in the lounge as Connor brought the drinks across. There was a moment of awkwardness before they sat as seating arrangements were briefly pondered, but they settled for Sophie and Hannah on one sofa and Connor opposite.

Conversation was stilted at first, but then chit chat ensued, Sophie asking Hannah how the children were, Hannah asking after Sophie’s work life, Connor punctuating the exchanges, moving it along.

When Hannah and Connor talked it gave Sophie a chance to appraise Hannah with sidelong glances. She was young and cute, just Connor’s type, much to Sophie’s annoyance; she never took disappointment well and this afternoon was no exception. This was meant to be her afternoon, after all.

Perfectly relaxed in their company, Hannah had squatted knees apart on the sofa, soles of her bare feet pressed together in a pose that reminded Sophie of some yoga position or other. Seeing her in that pose, she couldn’t help but look between her legs at times, her eye drawn to the nexus of those tight leggings. Nothing obvious to be seen but it drew you in. The absence of a panty line piqued Sophie’s interest as to whether she had carefully chosen her underwear or was truly naked beneath. She gestured as she spoke to Connor, the side of her vest top gaping to show small breasts surmounted by brown nipples. Stubbier than Sophie’s, they caused a frisson of pleasure as she looked at this other girl, now wondering what she looked like naked. Sophie considered herself heterosexual but had also slept with girls, and such thoughts were not unusual for her. Looking more closely, Sophie saw a hint of dark hair in her armpit as the vest moved about. Sophie herself was naturally quite hairless but shaved her underarms. She nevertheless found hair attractive in other women and shifted in her seat as she found herself thinking about Hannah’s vulva and what she looked like, whether she shaved or sported a proud bush.

There was an easiness between Hannah and Connor that she found warming and attractive, but also a bit of a spark that she jealously resented. Then Connor’s phone rang and when he answered, talking to Louise, she caught it, a look in Hannah’s eyes, when she thought Sophie wasn’t looking, and Sophie realised Louise was right. She was fucking him!

This made her see Hannah in a different light now. She was attractive and young, obviously legal having left Germany and her family to work here, but she looked very young. The way she sat, Sophie now spiralled into thoughts of her and Connor together. The way she opened her legs as she sat, maybe she spread those young thighs like that to let him penetrate her more easily when they were alone. The way she bit her lip as she looked at him sometimes. Her lips were fuller than Sophie’s, plump and kissable, and Sophie suddenly pictured her kissing him, her brother. Or even parting them to kiss his cock, letting him slide his manhood, this seemingly perfect husband’s cock, her brother’s cock into her eager young mouth.

Sophie sipped her wine, realising she had become overly distracted by sexual thoughts. Maybe it was the afternoon she’d had with her brother, the thoughts of forbidden congress with him, breaking the taboo, but she still felt that warmth in her sex. However, much of it was focussed on Hannah now.

She stretched out more in the warm sun as Connor stood and left the room, leaving them alone. The sun was hot on her upper thigh that was bared almost to her panties as she sprawled carelessly and continued to assess the young girl opposite her. She thought, in turn, that she caught her eyes flicking to her thighs and tested it with subtle movements that Hannah’s eyes followed. The attention made Sophie feel good although she had no reason to think the girl was interested in her, or women in general. However, the situation with Connor had been a revelation so Sophie was open minded.

Hannah was more animated now that Connor had left the room and engaged Sophie in discussion about her new fad, yoga. This maybe explained the unusual sitting position but Hannah was more forthcoming about the benefits she had perceived in the few weeks she’d had been ‘into’, her word, yoga. These ranged from improved energy, through sleep, digestion (‘heaven knows what was going on there’, Sophie thought) to sex. Sophie’s ears pricked up when she heard her so casually mention that. Clearly sexually active and allegedly enjoying the benefits of yoga to the extent that she so openly talks about her ‘better orgasms’.

Hannah turned and reached behind her to get her yoga guidebook to share with Sophie. This afforded Sophie a great view of her nicely rounded bum in her leggings as she stretched out over the arm of the sofa. It amused her how easy it would be to reach forward and slap that cute little bottom. As she was thinking that, Hannah turned back and, catching her in the act, appeared almost to read Sophie’s mind given the saucy smile she gave her and the flush of red to her cheeks.

Hannah talked animatedly about the book, showing Sophie the illustrations as she sat with her knees up, moving them in and out as they talked. Sophie had to get closer to see the pages of the book, and soon they were huddled close together on the sofa as Hannah’s fingers traced the images before them. Sophie leaned in subconsciously as they talked, feigning interest. She could feel the warmth of Hannah against her, could see inside her top, the fat nipples eliciting a curiosity, could smell her; clean, fresh, feminine. Sexy.

The youthful enthusiasm was infectious as Sophie warmed to this lovely girl, her interest no longer false as she joined in. Then Hannah squeezed her thigh.