Sea Glass (WAYHAUGHT)

Someone's Happy

Nicole licking ice cream then licking her was a pleasure Waverly didn't know she needed, until now. A pleasure made all the more pleasurable by not being able to see where Nicole was headed with that tongue of hers. She gasped as it touched her leg, dragging up her right thigh in one slow tortuous movement, sliding over her belly, before heading she hoped to where she wanted it most. Why don't you have a little fun with food, some well-meaning doctor had once told her. Food was not fun she had decided, many moons ago, although if this was what they meant, she was all for it. She let out a soft moan as Nicole's mouth found her right breast, a teasing tongue playing with a hard nipple. How can this be so good? Oh wow, too good, too good.

Nicole's hands gently pushed apart her knees. She wanted her there too, right there, right between her legs with that delicious tongue of hers. As though Nicole could read her thoughts, she felt her release what mere moments before had been between her lips. She whimpered at the loss, hands reaching out in search of more, failing in their attempt.

"I need to get something," Nicole informed. "Be right back."

She could hear her in the kitchen again. Not knowing what Nicole was up to added an extra layer of excitement to their kinky game, enjoying her nakedness, on Nicole's couch, indulging in food sex. A week ago, if someone had told her this would be happening, firstly she would have wondered whether they'd been smoking something. Secondly, why would anyone be telling her she would be having amazing sex with her boss on this very afternoon?

Loud applause coming from the TV had Waverly turn her head in the direction of the sound. "And now, we invite Darren's other girlfriend to come out."

The audience erupted into boos, Waverly tempted to lift the scarf to peek at the person causing the commotion. The booing faded, only to be replaced by a high-pitched voice calling someone a liar repeatedly at whoever was in her sights. Darren most likely, or Darren's long-time girlfriend, or maybe both were the target of this person's righteous anger. Why would anyone want to air their relationship on TV?

"Got it," Nicole said, pulling her attention away from whatever was about to happen on the show.

"Got what?"

"You'll see."

"Or not," she replied.

Nicole's fingers found her, the moan she let out louder than the first.

"I read somewhere it's not safe to put ice cream anywhere near there," Nicole said, frosty fingers moving to a rhythm which had Waverly's breathing turn ragged. "So, ice it is."

She didn't care what Nicole was using, or what Darren had got up to with all the ladies in his life. All she wanted was for the dance inside to continue. Nicole's movements grew faster, her thighs widening to let her in, let her do what she was doing. A metal spoon against her lips surprised, licking the delicious ice cream as Nicole kept going. New sensations, heightened sensations buzzed through her body as she let go, the deepest of moans leaving her as she unravelled around her lover.

...

Wynonna didn't recognise the number on her phone. "Hi," a cheery voice said. "I'm Lottie from Regional Programmes. Is this a good time to call?"

"Who?" Wynonna replied, a heavy head resting on a pile of unironed clothes belonging to Alice.

"Charlotte. Charlotte Dyson, from the BBC. You were expecting my call, weren't you?"

"Nope."

"I see." Charlotte's tone became more formal. "I'm your liaison person for the duration of filming. The main crew will arrive Tuesday. I'm driving down on Sunday with one camera operator to scope everything out beforehand."