Me and Maureen had a few days away last week, we went into a mobile home at a place called Skegness,
people over here often deride the place but it did us both the world of good and although I’m sure you won’t believe me, we made love for the first time since Dave was killed!
Mo really is a gorgeous little bitch, with a laugh that would make a nun blush and the most beautiful little pussy that has me drooling for it. Like me, she’s completely hairless down there and when we went out on the first night in our little white shorts, I swear everyone else was drooling too! We both wore identical white thongs beneath them and our camel toes attracted more than one or two sly glances.
We drank more than we should have and danced to a really good rock group, we were chatted up several times but neither of us were interested, (Dave was a very hard act to follow)
“You know I love you, don’t you Jackie?” she said as we walked back to the caravan along the beach,
I nodded and told her that I loved her too,
“You know I do Mo”
“I was thinking about maybe moving back to Derby permanently”
We were both quiet for a while and then she said softly,
“I was wondering if perhaps I could stay with you”
My squeal of pleasure must have been heard for miles!
“Oh Mo, why the bloody hell are you asking me?”
“Well I wasn’t sure whether or not you’d want me under your feet all the time”
It was then that I realized what a good friend she’d been to me, she’d been my rock over the last few weeks, a solid support who I’d leant on more than I had realized at the time, she’d been with me at Dave’s funeral, she’d supported me during the confrontation with Dave’s girls who stupidly seemed somehow to blame me for his death!, she’d cried with me and held me when I burst into tears every time I thought of him, we’d held hands at the solicitor’s when he went through his estate, it had been Mo who’d sorted his clothes out and given them to charity and she was the one who’d found two hundred pounds in one of his pockets, the thought that I didn’t even know it was there never entered her pretty head, she just handed it to me silently!
It had been Mo who arranged for the disposal of the wreckage that had been Dave’s car, his pride and joy, a last year’s model Vauxhall Astra Club, a fast car, very fast when Dave was behind the wheel, but he’d driven over three million miles in his lifetime and neither me nor Mo ever felt anything less than very safe when we were with him in the car.
I’ve not seen the wreckage and I don’t want to, I thought I was going to die when I was asked to identify his body, but Mo had been there too for me and I just about managed to get through the ordeal.
I turned to her and kissed her, we didn’t care that there were still a few other people on the beach,
“Mo you can get under my feet, under my body, even under the bloody bed if you like” I laughed, “I want you to stay”
She went all quiet then and it wasn’t until we got back to the van that I saw she’d been crying.
“Hey, what are you crying for?” but she said she didn’t really know, so just held her tightly until she’d got over whatever it was that was causing it.
We made love then and it was beautiful, we took it in turns to kiss each other all over, everywhere and I mean everywhere, she gave me a toe job and her mouth sucking my toes gave me a delicious little climax, but the big one came when we eased into a sixty nine side by side, we came almost immediately which made us realize how very tired we both were, so we went to bed and I snuggled in to her arms, it felt right to be in bed with her, a breast against my face and a leg thrown over me and for the first time in weeks, I slept soundly!
One of the things we enjoyed about the break was eating a big breakfast in a little café near to the site, then going back and making love, I wondered if I was becoming a lesbian instead of bi-sexual.
The weather was stunningly hot so we spent most afternoons on a quiet little beach not far up the coast from our van, there were only a few couples on it and since the women were topless, we decided to risk it and go for the all over tan!
Every night we spent in a different pub or club, except for one when we went to bingo, (sad bitches) but we won two hundred pounds so we didn’t feel quite so sad about it, we talked about the future, our plans and our hopes, I decided that I’d get a job when we returned, but Mo suggested making sexy underwear and selling it on markets (see a couple of Dave’s stories and guess where he got the idea from)
She was a talented lady with a sewing machine and had made me several pairs of tiny little panties which I adore and as I write this, she’s sewing away like mad, I don’t think it will make us millionaires, but we’ll make a living at least and we’ll be with each other which somehow seems to have become very important to us both!
I think that like me, Mo is struggling to decide if she’s straight or gay, but in the meantime we’re quite happy with each other and for my part I know that looking at her gets me tingling and she seems to be permanently wet when I’m around, so we’ll just wait and see what the future holds for us both!
She was reared in an orphanage and has no family that she knows of, so I consider myself to be her family and I know that Dave did too, I hope he’s up there looking down on us with approval, I bet the bugger’s got that sexy twinkle in his eyes if he is!
On our last night at the seaside, we behaved like a couple of naughty schoolgirls, we went out in ultra short mini skirts sans panties and got quite wasted in half a dozen pubs, we teased the guys mercilessly flashing our pussies at every opportunity and were actually asked to leave one pub by the owner, the miserable old sod said that he didn’t want our sort in his pub!
We ended up sitting on some rocks just watching the surf rolling in, something I got from Dave, he loved doing it and he sat for hours like we did that night, my reverie was interrupted by a splash, I thought Mo had fallen in and panicked for a moment until she came up for air laughing like a bloody lunatic and telling me that it was freezing!
I felt like it was time to be silly again, so I stripped off and joined her, she was right, it was freezing but after a bit of splashing and fooling around, we got out and ran completely naked back to the van, we got a lot, a hell of a lot of wolf whistles and cat calls, but the alcohol made us immune and we hurriedly unlocked the door and immediately got into our bath robes.
We were still high so we carried on drinking for a while, then we had a shower and the sexy little thing insisted on eating me whilst I stood there trying to keep my legs from giving way!
I was so happy that she was moving in with me I insisted that we went out that evening at home and as she insisted on paying for a meal there was no arguments and for the first time in many months I donned my best long, party frock, I felt good although still a little sad that Dave wasn’t to be with us, he used to call that long black dress, my “Fuck me frock”
“Glad rags tonight Mo” I laughed, “We’ll get all your gear down to our place, (I still call the house, our place, ‘cos I know he’s there)
We went straight from Skegness the following morning to Maureen’s flat where we loaded most of her stuff into the car, drove down to my place, unloaded it and repeated that three times, she was in!
We both looked good as we tucked into our rump steaks, we laughed and giggled all through the meal and drank God knows how much champagne, the manager asked what we were celebrating and Mo brought a tear to my eye when she told him we were celebrating the life of a very special man, he promptly ordered us another bottle on the house, what a nice man!
I’m waffling now and not really getting anywhere, so I’ll close, like me, Mo has been absolutely staggered by the amount of mail I’ve received from so many of you, you’ve all made me wonder if he had ever finished the book he wanted to write, would it have been a best seller?
We’ll never know now, but I would like you to know that you have all helped me tremendously and for that I’ll always have a soft spot for this wonderful site, not to mention the nice man who runs it, I don’t know what life holds in store for me now, but I’m starting to live again and look to the future and you lovely lot have really helped more than you might know, let me leave you with a little poem that was Dave’s favourite,
There is a place somewhere,
On some distant shore,
Where far from despair and grief,
Old friends shall meet once more.
I’ll write again sometime in the future if you’re still not too fed up of me, thank you all so, so much.
Love
Jackie
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