the way her movements became slower, more deliberate, less about spreading the lather over me than about her palms caressing my breasts, my buttocks and my stomach. I practically stopped breathing when her hand slid in between my legs. She just gently cupped my Venus mound in her palm and held it there...’
‘Was it good?’ Rosie asked quietly.
‘It was incredible. Absurdly, I was reminded of that myth that when a butterfly spreads its wings it causes a devastating storm. It was so gentle and soft, and yet so powerful.’
In the silence I looked at her, stretched out on the sofa bed, her legs casually crossed at the ankles, her arms folded under her head. If she was turned on by her own memories, there was no sign of it. And yet, I think that was the first time that I fully understood the meaning of a coiled spring.
Asha didn’t wait to be asked to continue. ‘The next time, the next day, her caresses were even more detailed, even more provocative. I was suddenly becoming aware of my inner anatomy and what the right touch can do to it. Then she knelt in front of me, parted my thighs, parted my vulva and licked me up and down a few times. Cold water from the shower was spraying all over us, but the space between my legs was literally burning. Even that was nothing compared to what happened next.’
‘She found your clitoris?’ I whispered with a dry mouth.
‘Yes. Expertly. Havva is gay. She had a girlfriend, a neighbour a bit older than her. Havva knew what she was doing. The tip of her tongue played with my clitoris until I had to stuff a towel in my mouth to stop myself from screaming. We couldn’t be seen in that corner, but if I screamed the entire household would have descended on us.’
* * *
It was a little while before we started talking again. Even Ela needed time to recover. I took refuge in making hot chocolate for us all. Its restorative powers brought about some conversation, disjointed and aimless. Eventually, it was Rosie, not Ela who returned to the subject.
Quite delicately.
‘Has Havva married her teacher, then?’
‘No. Her mother died and as the eldest daughter, she had to stay at home and look after her siblings.’
Rosie blinked. ‘She didn’t replace her mother altogether, did she? You hear of such cases...’
Asha shook her head. ‘No, nothing like that. Her father is a lovely man.’
‘So,’ Ela sat up, and I tried to hide a smile, ‘are you a lesbian, Asha?’
I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. Rosie and Asha joined in. They must have expected the question as well.
‘No, I’m not.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Easy,’ Asha said comfortably. ‘At no point did I want to do to Havva any of the things that she did to me. We never kissed, not that way. I don’t fancy her or any other woman. How can I explain it? Having and enjoying a facial doesn’t make me a beautician.’
We laughed again.
‘I almost feel sorry for the poor girl,’ Ela mumbled into her mug. ‘You never doused her fire.’
‘Asha said that she had a girlfriend. Plenty of opportunity for dousing.’ Rosie looked at Asha, but Asha was busy observing her toes.
Ela answered, I couldn’t hear what.
‘What’s up, Asha? That wasn’t all, was it?’ I asked.
She shrugged.
‘Anything to do with dousing Havva’s fire, by any chance?’ I was teasing her, but not entirely.
‘What else did you do?’ Rosie prompted. ‘Don’t go all shy on us now.’
Asha shrugged, ‘It’s not me that I’m worried about. It’s you. You’ve got preconceptions that would make you think badly about yourselves. Feel bad about yourselves.’
‘Do you?’ Rosie asked. ‘Do you feel bad about yourself?’
‘Not at all,’ Asha cried. ‘Just the opposite. I learned more about sex and about myself from Havva that I would have done if she were a man with needs quite different from mine.’
‘Different how?’
Asha smiled at Ela. ‘I’m still to find that out.’
‘Just tell us what
‘Was it good?’ Rosie asked quietly.
‘It was incredible. Absurdly, I was reminded of that myth that when a butterfly spreads its wings it causes a devastating storm. It was so gentle and soft, and yet so powerful.’
In the silence I looked at her, stretched out on the sofa bed, her legs casually crossed at the ankles, her arms folded under her head. If she was turned on by her own memories, there was no sign of it. And yet, I think that was the first time that I fully understood the meaning of a coiled spring.
Asha didn’t wait to be asked to continue. ‘The next time, the next day, her caresses were even more detailed, even more provocative. I was suddenly becoming aware of my inner anatomy and what the right touch can do to it. Then she knelt in front of me, parted my thighs, parted my vulva and licked me up and down a few times. Cold water from the shower was spraying all over us, but the space between my legs was literally burning. Even that was nothing compared to what happened next.’
‘She found your clitoris?’ I whispered with a dry mouth.
‘Yes. Expertly. Havva is gay. She had a girlfriend, a neighbour a bit older than her. Havva knew what she was doing. The tip of her tongue played with my clitoris until I had to stuff a towel in my mouth to stop myself from screaming. We couldn’t be seen in that corner, but if I screamed the entire household would have descended on us.’
* * *
It was a little while before we started talking again. Even Ela needed time to recover. I took refuge in making hot chocolate for us all. Its restorative powers brought about some conversation, disjointed and aimless. Eventually, it was Rosie, not Ela who returned to the subject.
Quite delicately.
‘Has Havva married her teacher, then?’
‘No. Her mother died and as the eldest daughter, she had to stay at home and look after her siblings.’
Rosie blinked. ‘She didn’t replace her mother altogether, did she? You hear of such cases...’
Asha shook her head. ‘No, nothing like that. Her father is a lovely man.’
‘So,’ Ela sat up, and I tried to hide a smile, ‘are you a lesbian, Asha?’
I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. Rosie and Asha joined in. They must have expected the question as well.
‘No, I’m not.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Easy,’ Asha said comfortably. ‘At no point did I want to do to Havva any of the things that she did to me. We never kissed, not that way. I don’t fancy her or any other woman. How can I explain it? Having and enjoying a facial doesn’t make me a beautician.’
We laughed again.
‘I almost feel sorry for the poor girl,’ Ela mumbled into her mug. ‘You never doused her fire.’
‘Asha said that she had a girlfriend. Plenty of opportunity for dousing.’ Rosie looked at Asha, but Asha was busy observing her toes.
Ela answered, I couldn’t hear what.
‘What’s up, Asha? That wasn’t all, was it?’ I asked.
She shrugged.
‘Anything to do with dousing Havva’s fire, by any chance?’ I was teasing her, but not entirely.
‘What else did you do?’ Rosie prompted. ‘Don’t go all shy on us now.’
Asha shrugged, ‘It’s not me that I’m worried about. It’s you. You’ve got preconceptions that would make you think badly about yourselves. Feel bad about yourselves.’
‘Do you?’ Rosie asked. ‘Do you feel bad about yourself?’
‘Not at all,’ Asha cried. ‘Just the opposite. I learned more about sex and about myself from Havva that I would have done if she were a man with needs quite different from mine.’
‘Different how?’
Asha smiled at Ela. ‘I’m still to find that out.’
‘Just tell us what
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