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Subject: {ASSM} When there's an R in the month (F/F cons)
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Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2012 02:10:04 -0400
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Author: Noé Bodé
Title: When There's An R In The Month
Summary: After weeks of checking each other out, two women working by the
sea finally get to know each other.
Keywords: FF cons


 The woman was swimming in the sea again.

Rose had seen her so many times over the last few weeks that she'd lost
count. Her work brought her along this quiet stretch of the beach around
the same time every day, and more often that not, it was the same time the
mystery woman was out there swimming. Rose had got used to seeing her and
welcomed the sight. Not just because she was good to look at, but because
it marked that she was almost midway through her work, about to turn around
and head back down the long beach towards the town.

Rose wondered what it was that drew the woman out to this empty stretch of
beach. Even on the hottest and sunniest days it was almost ethereally
quiet. The holidaymakers stayed close to the town, not wanting to come down
the battered old road - little more than a footpath, really - that led
here, but it didn't deter the swimmer. Rose had worked out that battered
old red Beetle that rested on the verge by the road was hers, and she'd
pieced together her routine from the fractions she'd witnessed on her
repeated passes through. She'd park the car, get out already clad in the
tight black swimsuit that accentuated her curves and walk quickly down to
the water's edge. There'd she crouch down and splash water over herself to
acclimatise, before strolling forward into the waves for a long swim before
heading quickly back to the car and towelling down, then driving away.

On days like this, Rose really wanted to join her. The sun was beating down
hard and a thick patch of humidity had rolled in from inland, making the
air thick and sticky, sapping energy from her. Rose's job was a simple one
- she'd soon discovered that Field Research Assistant for the Marine Lab
meant little more than Sample Collector - but she had to walk the length of
the long beach, to the end and back, every day. Several weeks of doing that
had soon worn away the initial buzz she'd had at the prospect of spending
the entire summer by the seaside.

Whoever the woman was and whatever her reasons for swimming at this point
every day were, she'd become one of the highlights of Rose's day. They'd
only ever exchanged a few words in coincidental passings - and most of them
just variants of 'hello' - but a series of casual glances had helped Rose
pick up a detailed picture of her body. A swimmer's body, made of supple
curves concealing powerful muscles beneath. Long dark hair that she kept
loose, even in the sea, shot through with blonde streaks from the sun, and
all of that framing a heart shaped face centred around gorgeous full lips.
Rose guessed she was in somewhere around her mid-twenties, a few years
older than her.

*God, I need to get laid.* Rose told herself as she caught herself
daydreaming. She'd thought there'd be lots of sex by the sea, but had
discovered herself caught at just the wrong age for it. At twenty-two, she
was too old to play cradle snatcher and hang out with hormone-addled
teenage boys and girls, but too young to find much interest in their
parents, especially when they were usually lobster-red from long days in
the sun with no protection. Anyone she might have been able to make a
connection with obviously had better things to do than hang out in a
seaside resort for the summer.

She'd had a variety of lovers in the past, both male and female, but no one
in this town had caused her any excitement except for the swimming woman. *And
she's probably completely straight*. Rose had got attention when she'd gone
out on the evenings - the sun had coloured her skin a deep brown while the
constant walking had burnt off the fat from her winter temp jobs and
revealed her slim figure again - but not from anyone she'd even remotely
considered inviting back to the poky flat the Lab had rented for her.

She squatted down on the wet sand at the edge of the sea and got ready to
take another sample. It was all routine for her now. Slide the corer into
the ground, rotate it around, pull out a thin tower of sand, place that in
a canister, seal it, take a GPS reading and write it on the canister before
stowing it in her backpack. It was another routine sample, until she
realised she was in shadow and someone was standing over her.

"Hi." The swimming woman said. Rose turned her head to see she was standing
right next to her, droplets of water clinging to her body, hair gripping
wetly along her shoulders.

"Hi." She replied. "Nice swim?"

"Lovely. We seem to keep passing each other here, so I thought it was time
I said hello properly. I'm Shauna, by the way."

"Rose." She replied, quickly stowing away the thin canister and rising up
to her feet. "Nice to meet you."

"You too. I've got to admit my curiosity finally got the better of me. I
keep seeing you here digging up stuff at the water's edge and can't help
but wonder what you're doing."

*She noticed me?* Rose had always thought she looked pretty anonymous and
forgettable while she was at work. "It's pretty dull, really. I'm
collecting soil samples. They're all part of a study into how tides affect
organisms in the beach."

"Really? You're researching that?"

"Not me personally. Well, not yet, anyway. I just collect the samples and
then they get taken off to the lab. Maybe I'll get a promotion to doing
some actual science if I stick at it, though. There are a lot worse jobs I
could be doing."

"Definitely. So are you going to be doing this for a while?"

"I've got a three month contract, so still two months or so to go. What
about you? What brings you down here so often?"

"I've been coming here for years. I live in town, and swimming in the sea's
my favourite exercise, but when all the tourists are here, it's hard to
find any space, so I come where they aren't."

"And what do you do when you're not swimming?"

"Well...when I asked what you were doing, it wasn't just idle curiosity. I
run a restaurant down by the harbour. Well, my family owns it, but I'm the
manager."

"Which one?" Rose asked. There were several around there, and she'd been in
a few, but it was hard to remember their names or the differences between
them.

"Metcalfe's Catch. We specialise in fresh local seafood, so I was worried
you might be checking pollution levels, about to shut us down."

"Nothing to worry about there." Rose smiled. "At least not from me." She
was thinking about the places she'd been in, and didn't remember any of
them offering much beyond several varieties of fish and chips. She was sure
she'd never seen Shauna anywhere but here too. Rose was glad she had her
sunglasses on, hoping that they were obscuring her eyes enough to stop
Shauna noticing how her gaze kept flicking downward to where the swimsuit
gripped her large round breasts.

"That's good. Why don't you stop in the restaurant some time?"

"I'd love to. What's fresh at the moment?"

"Let me think - we've got some great lobster, all sorts of crab, gorgeous
prawns..."

Rose had definitely never been there in her stay and wondered how she'd
missed it, now Shauna was listing things she loved to try. "Do you have
oysters?" She asked. "I love them."

"Do you now?" Shauna asked, smiling. "We do, but not in the summer. It's
traditional."

"What? Aren't tourists allowed them?"

"No, not that. You've never heard that you shouldn't eat oysters when
there's not an 'r' in the month?" Rose shook her head. "It's when they're
meant to be bad for you, so you'll have to hang around till September if
you want some."

"But what if I can't wait till then?" Rose pouted a little, then grinned.

"I'm sure I can find you a suitable alternative." Shauna said, leaning
slightly forward. "I'm a fan of them too."

*Oh hell, why not?* Rose told herself. Shauna was the first person she'd
properly fancied since she'd come to this town. *Might as well take the
chance after that flirtation*.

Rose echoed Shauna's movement, moving herself forward so their lips met.
She could feel her heart jumping as she did it, that sudden panic that she
might have misread the signals, that Shauna was just someone who really
like seafood, but then she felt the other woman's lips yield to hers,
parting slightly. Rose felt herself relax and let herself enjoy the moment,
tasting the sea salt on Shauna's lips, letting her hands briefly stroke
over the other woman's body before they pulled apart, both smiling at the
other.

"I knew you were checking me out." Shauna said. "I should have come and
said hello a lot sooner. Tell me you'll be free soon."

"I've got to get some more samples on the way back." Rose said. "Then meet
the guy who picks them up. But I can be at the harbour by five."

"Five it is, then. And we can have a proper feast together."

#

At five o'clock, she'd normally be heading back to her little flat,
wondering what meagre meal for one she might feel like eating. It felt much
better to be heading towards the harbour, wondering which of the buildings
there was Metcalfe's Catch and why she hadn't noticed it before. She soon
discovered why. It was right on the edge of the harbour - way past all the
more obvious tourist traps she'd been in - a long and low wooden building,
painted in a red that had likely been bright once but was now weathered by
the sun and sea. It didn't look like much from a distance, but as she
closed on it, she realised there was a lot of noise coming from within, and
a lot of other people, many of them locals rather than tourists, heading
the same way.

Rose had worried for a moment about whether she'd be dressed suitably for
the place, feeling too excited at the prospect of seeing Shauna again to go
home and change, but then she saw the crowds heading into it still clad in
their beach wear and realised she'd likely be overdressed if anything. As
she walked down towards the building, she took off her cap and sunglasses,
untying her dark hair and letting it fall loosely down her back.

The place was already buzzing as she walked in, all the tables looking full
with families, couples and groups of friends talking and laughing over
menus or big plates of food. A rich smell of fish and seafood permeated the
air, reminding Rose how hungry she could get after a day walking to and fro
in the sun. She looked around for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the
dimmer indoor light, trying to spot Shauna.

"Hi." A familiar voice came, and Rose smiled as Shauna walked over from a
table where she'd just been seating a family group. Her hair was dry now,
and Rose could see it was wavy and naturally dark, but had been streaked
blonde by the sun. The long halter-neck black dress she wore revealed
enough of her curves to whet Rose's appetite without revealing too much for
her to look unprofessional. "So glad you could make it." She lent in to
kiss Rose's cheek like they were old friends, then murmured into her ear.
"I hope you're as hungry as I am."

"Definitely." Rose said, enjoying the faint citrus smell of Shauna's
perfume. "Are you sure you don't need to work? You look pretty busy."

"Don't worry about that, I've got us a very nice private table, and they
can manage fine without me unless there's an absolute catastrophe. Follow
me."

They skirted around the edge of the restaurant, Rose wondering where there
might be a private table in the open-plan space, but then realised that
Shauna's destination was a discreet staircase in the corner. It led up to a
small landing with two doorways marked Private and Staff Only, and Shauna
casually led them through the one marked Private.

Rose smiled as she walked into the apartment that was concealed behind the
door. It was a converted attic, wide-open with a kitchen in one corner, a
living area in another and a large bed taking up most of a third. There was
a small round table set up in the centre of the room, all the space on it
filled with a selection of plates from the restaurant, along with a bottle
of white wine chilling in a bucket of ice.

"Wow." Was all Rose could think to say, looking around then smiling at
Shauna.

"It's my apartment." Shauna said. "But sometimes, it's nice to invite
someone up for a meal where we can be alone together."

The food looked very tempting, but there was something Rose needed to do
first. She moved over to Shauna, wrapping her arms around her and feeling
Shauna's hands slide around her back at the same time. This time the kiss
they shared was longer and more passionate, their bodies pressed together
as their hands explored each other.

"So are you hungry?" Shauna asked.

"That depends what there is to eat."

"Everything nice from the menu, all freshly caught today."

"As freshly caught as me?"

Shauna laughed. "Yes, and maybe even as tasty."

"You know what?" Rose asked, her grin matching Shauna's. "I'm really hungry
for oysters right now. How about you?"

"I am too."

Shauna's hands had been on Rose's hips and now her fingers started to move,
sliding under her loose shirt and skittering over the small of her back.
Rose purred in response, kissing Shauna harder, her own hands moving down
to grip the soft curves of Shauna's rear. She could feel the material of
the dress sliding up and down as they moved, but nothing else appeared to
be between it and the other woman's skin, a thought that got Rose even more
aroused.

She could feel Shauna tugging at her shirt, drawing it up, and she
reluctantly moved her hands away, holding her arms in the air to let the
shirt be pulled off and discarded. Almost before it hit the floor, Shauna's
hands were on Rose's back, her fingers deftly undoing her plain white bra
and sliding it off, smiling as Rose's pert breasts were exposed, the dark
nipples already hardening.

Shauna's hands cupped underneath Rose's breasts as Rose moved her hands
back to Shauna's body. As they kissed again, their tongues almost fighting
each other in their urgency, she shuddered as Shauna's thumbs glanced over
her nipples, each sending tiny sparks of pleasure through her. Her hands
rested on Shauna's hips, her fingers steadily working to draw up the soft
cotton of the long black dress, feeling it bunch against her palms as she
strived to see what, if anything, Shauna was wearing beneath it.

Rose still felt hungry, but that was being masked by the butterflies of
desire that were swarming in her stomach. Shauna was still using just her
thumbs to brush the exposed nipples, but each glancing touch, every time
she circled the areola with the tip of her perfect nail, sent more
messengers of pleasure running through her body. She moaned into the kiss
they shared, desperate for more.

More and more of the dress was gathering in her hands as her fingers pulled
it up. Then, Rose felt her fingers grabbing at nothing for a brief moment,
then they were gliding over the soft warm skin of Shauna's hips. Gripping
it tightly, she pulled away from the kiss, tongues and lips still lingering
on each other for a brief moment before she started kissing down along
Shauna's exposed neck and shoulders. She responded by rubbing harder with
her thumbs, fingers dancing under the curve of Rose's breasts, her nipples
now standing proudly erect, each touch the centre of a gorgeous wave of
pleasure that rippled through her body.

The dress supported Shauna's ample breasts with no need for a bra, and Rose
happily kissed over them, her tongue tickling the low valley between them
before she pulled back and smiled.

"Time for an oyster." She said huskily, letting her legs gently buckle
beneath her as she fell to her knees, balancing herself on Shauna's hips,
still holding the dress in place there.

As Rose had suspected, she had worn nothing underneath it. She could see
the same curvy and lightly tanned legs she'd ogled before, smiling and
licking her lips as Shauna slowly parted them. There was a V of lighter
flesh above them, like an arrow pointing Rose to her destination. She could
feel Shauna's hands on her head, not pulling her in, but instead merely
gently stroking her fingers through her hair. Rose let herself fall
slightly forward, tilting on her knees so that her lips landed on Shauna's
soft mound, kissing her way slowly down through her neatly trimmed bush.

Shauna's fingers flowed along Rose's bare shoulders, then drew little
patterns on her toned arms. As her hands came to rest on top of Rose's,
taking up the gathered hem of the dress, her legs parted more, like an
oyster shell being cracked open, ready to be eaten.

Rose moved down, breathing softly on Shauna's pearl, but not touching it
with any part of her just yet. Her tongue slipped between her lips and she
heard Shauna echo her own moan as it ran softly along her already moist
lips. Rose let go of the dress as Shauna pulled it upwards, letting her
hands go back to roaming over her new lover's body, her fingers caressing
the ridge of Shauna's spine as they traversed her back.

Rose glanced upwards as her tongue trailed back and forth along the
sensuous lips. Shauna was carefully pulling the dress up over her breasts,
freeing them from its support as she tugged it up and over her head,
casting it away in the same direction as Rose's shirt and bra. Rose growled
with delight as she saw saw Shauna's full, round breasts hanging above her,
her large nipples already swelling with pleasure.

"Eat me." Shauna said, her hands moving to those gorgeous breasts, and Rose
didn't need another invitation to dine. Her hands moved to the bare cheeks
of Shauna's behind, gripping the perfect rounds and pulling them closer
together, her tongue slipping deep into the soft folds, her senses filling
with Shauna's rich and sensual aroma.

Shauna's moans urged Rose on, and she lapped with her tongue, her mouth
filling with Shauna's taste. She moved her lips as well as her tongue as
though she were deep kissing Shauna's gorgeous pussy and feeding on her
wetness.

Shauna was rocking with the pleasure, and Rose could hear her moans and
cries echoing around the apartment. For a brief moment she wondered if they
could be heard downstairs, or if anyone passing along the harbour could see
the two of them. What would they think of her, kneeling between the legs of
a woman she'd only met a few hours ago? Then Shauna moaned again, an echo
of the way her body quaked with pleasure from Rose's tongue, and she forgot
about anything outside of the room.

Her tongue kept moving inside Shauna as Rose moved her right hand around
over the other woman's hip, her fingers tracing over the downy mound to
find her clit, gently stroking and teasing it, drawing it out of hiding
like a fabulous pearl drawn from an oyster shell. Shauna's moans got
louder, the gaps between them shorter, and Rose could tell she was close.

"Yes!" Shauna cried out, the final 's' drawn out into a long crying hiss as
her pleasure rocketed through her. Her hands moved down to grip Rose's
shoulders as she attempted to keep her balance. Rose kept her tongue and
fingers moving in unison, knowing it would send wave after wave of pleasure
through Shauna.

Eventually, Shauna could take no more, and she staggered backwards from
Rose, bending over and gulping in air, her body flushed with effort. "Oh
wow, you're amazing." Rose just smiled and remained kneeling, slowly
licking her lips, feeling the coolness on her face as the remnants of
Shauna's wetness dried.

Shauna held her hands out, and Rose took them, letting herself be gently
pulled up to her feet and then into Shauna's arms. She felt Shauna's
breasts push against her chest, the soft flesh pressing behind the stiff
nipples, as they kissed.

"I'm hungry for you now." Shauna said, directing Rose towards the bed as
they embraced. Rose didn't resist, eagerly pulling Shauna along with her,
and then falling backwards onto it, feeling it yield softly to her. As soon
as she fell, Shauna was leaning over her, hands down at Rose's waist,
undoing her shorts and sliding them down, while Rose kicked off her
sandals. As Shauna tugged at her shorts, Rose pulled herself further up the
bed, letting them slide quickly off and away from her, now clad solely in
her plain white panties.

"You're so wet already." Shauna said, clambering onto the bed, her hands
sliding up Rose's bare calves. Rose blushed, knowing that pleasing Shauna
had got her very aroused. She could feel the wet panties clinging to her,
gripping the outline of her sex, and the way Shauna was kissing slowly up
her legs was only going to get them even more soaked. She let herself relax
into the soft expanse of the bed, her body feeling as though it were
floating on clouds, feeling nothing except the way Shauna's lips forged a
path along her skin, moving inexorably upwards.

"That...feels...so...good." She said, her head resting into a pillow, as
Shauna's lips moved from her inner thigh to kiss the damp cotton that
covered her mound. Instinctively, she moved her legs, spreading them open
as Shauna's kiss became more intense, her lips sucking and rubbing Rose's
clit through her panties.

Her whole body shivered with pleasure, and suddenly she felt more contact
on her skin as Shauna's hand slid up the outside of her thighs to her hips,
her fingers grabbing the waistband of her panties and hurriedly sliding
them up. Rose lifted up to help them go, Shauna's eager fingers swiftly
sliding them off and letting them fall away.

Just as Shauna had done for her, Rose parted her legs, feeling no shame in
displaying her glistening naked sex to her new lover. "Time for your
oyster, darling." She said with a slight giggle in her voice, her body
already sparking with anticipation from what she'd already felt of Shauna's
lips and tongue.

Shauna smiled back at her and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back
as she moved in to taste Rose. Her lips returned straight to her clit,
already beginning to emerge and swell into a pearl after her kissing
through the panties, and Rose gasped loudly as she felt the first flick of
the tongue over the sensitive bud.

Rose arched her back, feet flat on the bed as she thrust herself towards
Shauna's mouth, desperate for more, and she responded with a long tender
kiss, gently creating suction with her lips, while her tongue danced around
and over Rose's throbbing pearl. Her fingers slid up Rose's thighs and
joined in the dance too, their tips gliding over her wet lips, each one
teasing Rose into new pleasures.

Rose closed her eyes, trying to focus herself and exert some control over
the pleasures Shauna was creating in her, but she'd gone too long and was
too turned on to hold them back for long. Two of Shauna's fingers slid
inside her, her soaked pussy eagerly welcoming them inside her, and she
gasped and moaned as they curved and hooked themselves within her,
searching out her most tender and sensitive spots. She moved her body,
matching the rhythm of Shauna's fingers, exulting in the delicious waves of
pleasure that were flowing through her, not caring how much noise she made.
Her sounds were primal and natural, long moans and gasps, so overwhelmed by
pleasure to be unable to focus on anything as complicated as words.

Finally, Shauna gave her clit one last flick of her accomplished tongue at
the same time as her fingertips brushed Rose's g-spot inside her. That
pushed her over the edge, the waves of pleasure breaking into a shuddering
orgasm, Rose's whole body feeling as though each part of it was being
aroused at once, her climax peaking again and again as Shauna's tongue and
fingers continued their work.

When she came back to reality, though her whole body was still tingling
with the after effects, she and Shauna were nestled comfortably in each
other's arms, bodies wrapped together. The room was warm, and the scent of
their mutual arousal hung in the air as they lay on the bed together.

"I think those were the best oysters I've ever eaten." Rose said, turning
round to look into Shauna's eyes.

"I think so too." Shauna said, readjusting her position to keep their
bodies in maximum contact. "So will you be coming back for more?"

"I think I might become a regular." Rose said, grinning. "Whether there's
an r in the month or not."


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