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Lusty Night Skies | By: Lovey Dovey
In about an hour Lucy would be boarding a plane for her long awaited trip to the UK. She had been day dreaming, and saving, for this vacation for ages. It was finally here.
She and Zara were just finishing their bloody marys in the terminal and were closing their tab at the bar across from their gate. Now, settled in their seats, buckles fastened, they were patiently waiting to reach altitude to get another cocktail on the flight from JFK to London. When the pilot announced they had suspended beverage service for this flight, Zara was fuming. “What the actual fuck,” she said out loud to Lucy. Lucy just giggled as her curls bounced alongside her laughter. She was always prepared. She grabbed her water bottle handing it to Zara. “Here have a drink of water and calm down,” she said. Zara took a swig and almost spit into the chair in front of her. Straight vodka burned her throat and stung her lips. “Lucy!” “How did you manage this?!” “Oh, I have my ways,” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean… you cheeky little slut you!” said Zara. Zara was originally from Manchester, and her slang made zero sense to Lucy, but she always cracked with roaring laughter. The two had certainly gained the attention of a few other passengers on board by now. “Remember that guy I was dating? The one I met online a few months ago?” Yeah, what’s the geezer’s name again? Zara said, as she pulled her long straight black hair over the side of her face avoiding eye contact with the flight attendant as she walked down the aisle. “Jeffery – the pilot, remember? Well, turns out he lied and he is not a pilot, but a TSA agent checking ID’s. I saw him when we went through security.” “That’s why you bolted to the other line?” Zara questioned. “I thought you just wanted to get through faster,” she continued. “Yup, he was shocked when I stood there smiling,” said Lucy. “He asked me if I had any liquids, when I told him no, just vodka sarcastically, he just let me walk right through, with all this booze in my water bottle!” “You’re welcome bestie,” said Lucy. “Brilliant!” “Snug more security guys in the future for me yeah sis?” “Thanks!” said Zara as she threw back another shot and made a grimacing face.
Lucy took the water bottle and placed the lid on tight before ordering a glass of OJ from the flight attendant. Mimosas were exactly what they needed. If Zara kept up drinking like this, the two would never make it to Zara’s parent’s house. Lucy was the responsible one of the two and sneaking alcohol through airport security was by far the craziest thing she had done in quite some time. She felt exhilarated just getting away with it. She had missed this fleeting feeling while engaged in so much adulting these past few years.
Zara and Lucy had been best friends since university abroad in Prague. Lucy went onto grad school back in the states and was engaged to be married, while Zara moved to Los Angeles to peruse modeling and acting. They never lost touch and made trips to one another’s cities across the country countless times to catch up, celebrate birthdays and hook up when the vibe was right. Both were some version of bisexual, but never expressed this outside the context of their own intimate friendship. Nor did they feel it necessary to label themselves. You could say they were curious at the very least. Plain and simple they were soul mates and nothing would ever change that.
They landed after a very long seven hour flight, but were excited to hit the road. After departing from the airport, Zara hailed a cab with a cute Indian driver from Cambridge who had unique tattoos and a wicked accent. Zara chain smoked cigarettes with him the entire two hour drive to Manchester with the wind entangling her hair in the breeze. Her parents greeted them with excitement and warm hugs that afternoon. Zara’s mother Caroline had mentioned this amazin’ pub that had just opened up down the way. She raved about their fish and chips and because some local family from Wales had backed the investment themselves. Her mother always felt it best to spread the local gossip and she loved to support small local businesses. “Promise me you’ll go have a taste before you leave on your travels girls? Let the owner know we sent ya?” “Yeah, yeah, Mum, sure we’ll go.” said Zara.
After a few days of sight-seeing and nearly their last night in town they decided to catch up with some of Zara’s old friends from secondary school. They ended up at the pub her mom had recommended. They took a seat at the bar. It was an old brick and wooden building with green stained glass windows that had been revitalized from the outside. It needed a little sprucing, thought Lucy. “This place reminds me of the Guilded Tavern in Wales,” said Zara.
The bartender greeted them and threw down some thick round cardboard coasters with little golden castles on them. Zara ordered an aperol spritz as Lucy grazed over the beer menu. “Hey Bitches!” one of Zara’s childhood friends hollered from across the bar from a booth. She was tall and thin with heavy red lipstick and dozens of gorgeous braids in her hair. “Maya Hainault, oh my gosh girl!” squealed Zara, as she threw her bar stool out from under her legs and jumped up to greet her with a hug. “How have you been?” “I have missed you so much!” Sorry, I didn’t see you sitting over here.” Zara exclaimed. “Let’s move our tab to the booth, I’ll grab our bartender,” Lucy encouraged. She closed the beer menu and waved to the young bartender at the other end of the large round mahogany bar top. He nodded and made eye contact, silently saying he would be there in a moment. “Excuse me,” Lucy said to the gentleman across from her behind the bar. His back was to her and he was bent over the sink washing a pint glass. “Can, I grab a crafted apple cider at the booth over there please?” He turned around setting his glass on the rack and locked eyes with her. The both froze and quite possibly stopped breathing altogether.
B-r-e-a-t-h-e thought Lucy silently to herself. She felt her cheeks flush warm instantly. She was visible stricken with a flood of emotion. “Harry?” Lucy asked inquisitively. The man gulped so hard, she could see his adams apple slowly navigate up and down in his dry throat, never breaking eye contact. She knew then that it was him. He didn’t need to say a word. The crystal clear blue of his eyes dug into her soul as rapid memories fired fast and furiously through her consciousness. Sailing, kissing, flowers, the night sky, cuddles on the train, that beach trip, the endless nights dancing on the verge of intoxication…. They had shared an intense connection all those years ago when she was abroad in Prague. He pushed open the half height swinging bar door and wiped his hands on his apron as he motioned towards her.
He swiftly grabbed her by the hips and pushed his right hand into the back of her hair, moving her head towards his. He licked his lips and pressed them firmly against hers. Their tongues slid perfectly back into that familiar rhythm; saliva warm, smooth and slick with connection. After what felt like forever, his hand dropped from her head to meet the other on her waist, bringing her back to reality. Lucy realized she was holding each of his biceps with a tight grip, as if she was going to slide off the side of a cliff. He nails were digging into his flesh. “Meet me out back in 10 minutes,” he said. Harry pulled her hands off him and turned. He walked away.
Lucy just stood there awestruck. Zara hadn’t noticed. She was too deep into her conversation Maya. She wiped the glossy aftertaste of him from her lips, dug into her purse that was slung over her barstool and re-applied her chapstick carefully. Her hands were still trembling when she walked over to the booth to join Zara. “Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Maya.” “Hi, pleasure,” said Lucy a little shakily. The bartender walked over to their booth and gently slid Lucy’s cider across the table, eyeing her closely. He must have overheard her order the beer and seen the kiss. “I think James is into you Lucy,” Maya said after he walked away. “Um, what do you mean?” Lucy said with a puzzled look on her face. “Why don’t you go chat him up at the bar?” Maya said. “I’d sleep with him,” said Zara. “Ha ha ha ha,” laughed Lucy. “I bet you would Zara!” “Free drinks for life!” Zara joked. “And fish and chips!” said Maya. “Let’s order something, I’m starved,” said Lucy. The girls food arrived and a few other friends joined them shortly thereafter. Lucy quickly excused herself to the restroom after introductions were made.
Lucy slipped out the front door of the pub when everyone was standing around the booth conversing. She stubbed her toe on the stone sidewalk as she turned the corner of the pub towards the service alley. “Shit,” she said, bending over to examine her polish. It had chipped slightly and she wasn’t planning to get a pedicure on this trip. Angry, she set her foot down and looked up. There he was, leaning against the building, smoking, one foot propped up on the wall behind him, the other on the ground. His sneakers were filthy, but his essence was drawing her in. She hated that he smoked, but the chemical attraction was overpowering. “You all right?” Harry said, greeting her with a coy smile. Lucy took a deep breath and walked towards him. The night was dark and a bright single light shined down on his silhouette.
Harry was much older now. She noticed the furrow in his brow and gave him a solid look up and down. His jeans were still a bit baggy, his white t-shirt snug around his sculpted abs and his muscular arms covered in tattoos now. She loved them, each telling her something new about the lover she indulged in so many years ago. He flicked his cigarette on the ground firmly, its embers splattering into pieces on the adjacent brick building before dying out. Then he carefully unwrapped the foil from a stick of gum and placed it into his mouth. “You know I hate those things,” said Lucy. “Eh, I fink you can make an exception for my fag considering our situation Luce.”
No one had called her that for many many years. She both loved and mourned the sound of it coming from him. He pushed his body away from the wall standing firmly on two feet now and took a step towards her. He placed his hand out in front of her, palm upwards, motioning her to take it with his eyes. She didn’t know what to do. She was happily married and never expected to see him again in this lifetime. What the fuck was she about to do? She didn’t know herself in this moment. It was as if he had control over her. Lucy felt her right hand rise from her side and the warmth of his palm under hers was upon her before she could stop. He pulled her in swiftly, turning her around, quickly pressing her bare flesh into the brick wall of the building. His weight was upon her chest as he began kissing her neck and motioning her head towards the night sky with his other hand crawling up her neck and throat. She missed the familiar smell of his hair and that same product he used to stiffen his locks.
Her hands were in his hair, his finding their way down her body and back up her dress, stopping outside her thigh. A rush of energy surged through her sex and she could feel herself becoming weak to her desire for climax. Harry had a way of drawing the lust from her with his every move, never saying much. He didn’t need too. The connection they shared was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was animal.
His soft warm kisses moved downward onto her breast as he nuzzled his face into her chest. His left hand lay gently cupping her butt and his right hand crept up towards her inner thighs. He slipped his fingers inside of her, wetting them with her cum before gently pulling aside her panties and he began massaging her clit. He had plenty of practice, but that was a long time ago, she thought. His breathing was heavy into her breasts and he was sucking viciously at her nipples back and forth. How could he possibly still know how to- “Ohh, my god Harry,” Lucy said under her breath into his hair. He knew not to stop and she wrapped her leg around his body. Entangled he was knelling and pressing his cock hard into her leg. He was never one to let his orgasm go before hers. He was solely interested in her pleasure. That is where he lived.
“I’ve got you,” Harry said, bringing his head from her breasts and pressing his forehead into hers. He never let her look away and pleasured her to climax with his fingers pressed onto her sensitive clit. He was holding her full body weight and maintaining as much discretion as one could for them both, right there in that alley. “Ah, yesssss,” “Don’t stop, don’t, more, ahh, Lucy panted out loud as Harry pushed his soaking wet fingers deep inside her. Her vagina pulsed and throbbed with each release. She could feel the moisture drip down her inner thighs. She wanted to fuck him right there in that alley.
Harry held her close and withdrew his fingers from her sex, when he was sure she’d finished enjoying her climax. He kissed her again on the lips and chewed on her bottom lip as he set her leg down slowly. Harry looked at her and brushed her long curls from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. He licked his fingers one by one. “I’ve missed you,” he said licking his lips. “Jesus, Harry,” Lucy said as she straightened her bra and panties under her dress. “When can I get you in my flat for a cup of tea and some cheese toasty?” Harry asked. “You were my first love Harry, I couldn’t possibly go back there, I’m married now, happily,” Lucy explained. “You’re married?” he said angrily with a puzzled look on his brow. “Where’s your ring then, eh?” He motioned to her hand. “I don’t wear it when I am travelling abroad,” Lucy replied. “Well that’s shit, so you’re gonna just mug me off then, eh?” Harry accused. He was visibly frustrated and the moment was heating up between them. “No Harry, I just want to be honest with you!” Lucy shouted. “I loved you too Luce!” “I begged you to stay after university and you left me!” Harry’s voice cracked. “You knew I got accepted to grad school back in New York City and I had to go, we were still kids Harry.” Lucy interrupted. “I have to go back inside, Zara is probably wondering where I am by now,” she explained. “Well what now Luce, that’s it?” “I’m not just some geezer.” “We were best mates, you and me.” “Isn’t it obvious we still have something?” Harry pleaded. His eyes started to well with tears and his voice was cracking. “Yes, Harry, I guess we do…” Lucy didn’t know what to say and stood facing him. The silence was growing wider. “Where can I find you,” Harry asked looking down to his pockets. “I’ll be around for another day,” Lucy shared and turned back to the curb walking away.
“Where you been love?” Maya asked as Lucy entered through the pub door. “I just needed to get some fresh air for a moment,” Lucy said. “Well, you may need a bandage; your back is bleeding from a pretty bad scratch.” Maya mentioned as she headed for the restroom. Lucy made her way back to her seat at the booth sitting next to Zara and everyone shuffled down. “You smell like sex,” whispered Zara into her ear. “Where were you?” she pressed Lucy for an answer leaning into her. “I just needed to get some fresh air for a moment. I tripped outside and stubbed my toe and scratched my back on that damn stone sidewalk outside,” Lucy lied. Why was she lying to Zara, she knew she didn’t care, but the timing wasn’t right, Lucy thought. She didn’t want to ruin her night or take away from Zara’s attention towards her friends. Lucy was dreading Harry walking back into the bar from the kitchen, but her never did. After several ciders, Lucy was too intoxicated to stay out. Zara had to call her mom to come pick up the girls from the pub at closing.
Zara and Lucy climbed into bed fully clothed and began to share random re-hashings of slurred stories from Zara’s past friendships. “I had sooooooo much fun Lucy, thanks for being my best mate ever. I luv you.” Zara gushed. “Oh Zara, you-sh’da guessed who I saww ta’night at the pub?” Lucy slurred. “Whadda-ya mean, who?” Zara stammered in a confused reply. “Fuckin’ Harry,” Lucy sighed. “Wha!” Zara sat up so fast she almost fell off the bed. “Yeah we almost…, what do you call it, “snugged” in the alley outside the pub. Lucy said abruptly and hiccupped. “Lucy, that bloke was head over hellz for ya,” Zara reminded her. “Gonna botch your whole life plannns, idn’t he?” she continued. “I can’t even go there right nowwww Zara, can you put some cream on my back?” Lucy asked her. Zara pushed Lucy over and mounted her from behind. She reached into the night stand and picked up a small tube of antibacterial petroleum. She began carefully applying it to Lucy’s back where the brick had worn a sore on her skin. Zara, moved Lucy’s yellow dress straps off her shoulders, leaned in and kissed softly down Lucy’s spine and began pulling off her underwear. Lucy turned over and unbuttoned Zara’s jeans.
The two began a familiar game of kiss and touch sharing. Zara’s dominate personality always fell down behind closed doors. As Lucy sat up between Zara’s legs, she started pulling Zara’s cream ruffle over her head and removed her underwear. Lucy laid Zara down now, pushing her bra down, she took her breasts into her mouth and began massing her own clit. Lucy pressed her wet sex against Zara’s as she moaned. “You juz hot from Harry aren’t-cha ,” Zara said, closing her eyes. “Can we?” Lucy asked. “Mmmmmmmm, give me some, too Lucy,” Zara pleaded with silliness. Lucy slipped her legs around Zara and began patting her cunny on Zara’s, persistent and with friction. “I love you too Zara,” said Lucy as her movements became more powerful. She was thrusting her sex against Zara’s swiftly, dragging back on her swollen clit. Lucy loved dominating Zara when they were alone and Zara was a really good taker. The warmth between their clits was sweet and smooth. Leaning in, Lucy grabbed Zara’s neck with her hand and lightly squeezed. The pressure put Zara over the edge. “I’m cumming Lucy,” Zara breathed out. “You’re welcome,” said Lucy. When Zara’s clit stopped pulsing, Lucy pulled away and climbed up and sat on Zara’s face. She was hot, she couldn’t handle this day and allowed Zara to finish her as well. Zara began licking up every drop of her sweet pussy. Smiling, they both collapsed on the bed, sweat and alcohol filled the air.
The morning sun peeked through the plum velvet drapes in the guest bedroom they shared, waking Zara first. She was naked, still spooning Lucy in her dress from behind. She rolled over and threw a pillow over her head. “Lucy, I tipped that server James last night all my dosh,” Zara said rubbing her eyes. “What?” Lucy replied groggily. “Can you spot me a cup of tea this morning? Get up, let’s wash and go to the café.” The two slammed pain killers, applied their tinted moisturizer and mascara after showering. They walked upstairs to the kitchen. “Thanks for the ride last evening mum, Lucy and I are headed back to London today, flights tomorrow,” Zara explained plainly when her mother hugged them at the top of the stairs. “Gone so soon you two?” Caroline asked. “Sorry, we have a long cab ride back to the city and need time to nurse these hangovers,” said Lucy. “You two were bloody arse over tit last night,” Caroline said to them. “Yeah, sorry mum, a little too much fun,” Zara said, winking at Lucy. They were out the door and sitting at the café patio down the street for a cup when Zara pulled a wrinkled business card out of her jeans from the night before.
“The bartender gave me this card last night from the pub,” Zara said handing the business card to Lucy. “Fuck, this is Harry’s card,” Lucy choked. Zara snatched the card back, “Looks like he is the owner of that place, so he must live close by yeah?” she stated. “Well I made plans for us anyways, so you have no excuses to run off again,” Zara explained. “That cute bartender James, he invited us to an event in London tonight and they are catering it, bringing their signature beer for a tasting, or something, I can’t remember.” Zara continued. “Probably best that I leave him alone anyways,” Lucy sighed. “Thanks for last night Lucy,” Zara said, her eyes peering from behind her tea cup. “Can I get some cream please,” Lucy said as the waiter passed them. Then both women started laughing hysterically. “This is going to be a bloody good day,” Zara said. They ordered a cab and loaded their own luggage in the back and were London bound.
That night they checked into a swanky hotel downtown and ordered a car. Lucy had a hot bubble bath before shopping for some new dresses that afternoon with Zara. James had apparently mentioned to Zara the event was being held at an old historical building located just outside of town on a private property and that they should dress up a bit. Thank god, Zara remembered that much, Lucy thought. When the two arrived they were greeted by men in full suits of armor and led down a black and white checker floored hallway lined with old paintings. “Wow, we’re jammy Lucy,” Zara said with a smile. “This isn’t just a beer tasting event Zara,” said Lucy. The food was as delicious as the women looked that were walking around the room. They were eyed by a few gentlemen in suits that appeared to be judging the various beers. Lucy was staring at Zara as she walked over to greet James who was speaking to one of the catering staff. “Hi, James,” Zara said cutely. “I’ll be right back, Lucy,”she said as she walked away with James. “Go get’em cougar, Lucy said to her. Standing alone for a moment, Lucy was taking in the room considering which brew to sample first. A man’s hand was cresting the small of Lucy’s back. She jumped slightly, arching her neck back to see Harry standing silently beside her now. He smiled. “Wha? What are you doing here?” Lucy said confused.
Harry had a fresh hair cut and was wearing a black suit. His crisp white collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top, just enough to reveal his week old trim. She noticed his face was smooth shaven as he looked down to check the time on his watch. “I fink the question is what are you doing at my event?” Harry said as his eyes met Lucy’s. He gently caressed her check with his palm as she stared up at him. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “What do you fink?” he continued. “What’s this all about?” said Lucy. “If everything goes well tonight, I could land a deal from one these investors to take my small batch brewery to mass market Luce.” “This is what I’ve been working on since university.” “Come with me, let’s take a walk outside.”
Harry held her hand, leading them both back down the long hallway and then outside to the courtyard. A large concrete water fountain sit in the center of the space, rumbling with cold water and up lit in blue iridescence. The black and white checkered flooring flowed throughout the space and Lucy noticed it was surrounded by thick manicured green boxwood hedges. Harry led her to a opening in them. They walked up a small dirt path towards an old large tree. The tall grass tickled her legs and tugged slightly on the waves of her black, body-con dress. Harry took off his jacket, placed it over her shoulders, leaned over and scooped Lucy into his strong arms, carrying her the remainder of the way up the hill. He always did this when she wore her higher-than-high, heels. “Where are we going? Lucy said with a smile. “Someplace where we can share a bit of banter Luce,” Harry said with a wink.
At the top of the hillside only a short distance from the venue he laid took the jacket and laid it down on the ground among the sweeping grasses. Harry motioned for her to sit with his hand and she did, carefully removing her heels one at a time. He bent down to his knees as she slowly spread her legs for him. They were completely hidden from sight and she didn’t care if the dress were destroyed; she couldn’t wait to indulge in him.
To be continued…
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