Vera let out a gasp and Franky had heard and seen enough. With a swift motion she strode into the bathroom and entered the shower. Vera dropped the shower head and it sprayed up at them but they were not fazed by this. Franky held Vera’s face in her hands and kissed her. Vera tilted her head back and gave into the kiss, a moan escaping her as Franky’s tongue explored her mouth.

Vera was not playing games anymore. She writhed against Franky’s thigh like an animal. She ground herself against the coarse wet uniform fabric and it’s roughness tormented her inflamed sex.

Both women were soaked now. Franky’s sand coloured hair hung limply in front her face she raked it back with her fingers, wiped her face with her hand  and smiled at Vera. No more role play. She started to unbutton the blazer whilst Vera worked at the trouser fastenings. None of this was easy, the fabric was soaked from the shower. When she was free of them, she slid them off and pulled the shirt over her head. She stripped her a boxers and stood naked in front of Vera.

Vera looked her lover’s body over. She was stronger looking in comparison, more solid than she was and perfect for her. She was just as she remembered. Even the scent of her, hair oil and tobacco were unchanged and took her back again to their stolen night in solitary. Vera ran her fingers through her Franky’s hair, pressed her body to hers and joined her again in another ardent kiss.

The kiss became more urgent and frantic, the air was thick with the scent of the sweat and combined arousal.  They moved to the bedroom and climbed onto Vera’s bed. Both of them still slippery and soaking wet. Franky climbed on top of Vera and kissed her breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth and biting it ever so gently and flicking it with her tongue. Vera wanted that tongue on her clit but she was happy to wait. For now.

Franky immersed herself in the beautiful perfume of Vera. It drifted through from under her arms and the contours of her breasts. A smell like after a storm mixed with peach scented soap. She moved herself down, kissing and running her tongue over Vera’s flat belly. When she reached the triangle of curls between her legs, she stopped to take in it’s beauty.