Rebirth

Annabel: married at 18, divorced at 24, first orgasm at 25. That was how she described herself.

Jane first met Annabel on a rainy day. Annabel entered the office wearing a long plain skirt, a woollen cardigan and clear plastic mac. Her hair hung down over face hiding her from the world. Jane was closing up.

“I'm sorry we have to close early Mr Jones is in court today. Do you need to make an appointment?”

“No, I just thought...” She trailed off, her thought lost. “No, it was probably a mistake.” She walked back into the rain. Jane followed, not really sure why.

They ended up at a near Starbucks, mainly sitting in silence. Annabel cradled the mug in two hands, looking as if she wanted to hide behind it. Jane met her twice more before convincing her to file for divorce.

Throughout the divorce they met frequently. Jane learnt about Annabel's abuse, how she feared her husband. Annabel blamed herself, Jane tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault, Annabel refused to listen.

To celebrate the divorce coming through, Jane convinced Annabel to go on holiday. It became a joint celebration of Annabel's 25th birthday and her divorce. They ended up in a cheap hotel in Spain.

“I thought we had a twin?” Annabel was staring at the double bed as she spoke.

“It's not a problem is it?” Jane knew that it was, although she also knew that Annabel wouldn't admit it was.

“No, I... I'll just get ready for bed.” She hurried into the bathroom.

Annabel emerged from the bathroom wearing a plain white, high-necked, ankle-length nightie. Jane was stood in-front of the mirror, naked, brushing her hair.

“Gosh, I'm sorry, I'll let you get ready.” Annabel almost threw herself back into the bathroom.

“Don't be silly, I am ready.” Jane had never been embarrassed by her body, she worried her thighs were too muscular but otherwise was happy with her body, bronze skin, tight ass, small waist, large firm round breasts. A long string of boyfriends had boosted her confidence.

She slipped into bed while Annabel was pottering around trying not to look at her. They both lay in bed in the dark facing the ceiling. Jane decided it was time to start her plan, the ultimate aim was to get Annabel laid in Spain, but first she needed her to want sex.

Jane's fingers slipped between her own legs, her fingertips pushing between her fleshy lips. She began moaning, she wanted Annabel to know what she was doing. She moaned louder and louder as her fingertips excited her sensitive clit.

“I think I should leave you alone.” She had finally pushed Annabel to the point that she couldn't stay quiet.

“Don't be silly. Feel free to enjoy yourself.”

“I don't... I never. I should just leave.” Jane knew she would react this way.

“Never? Not even as a teenager? You do know how though don't you?” It didn't really shock Jane but she needed the pretence.

“No, I don't think I could.”

“That's just silly. Of course you can.” Her fingers left her wet flesh to grab Annabel's hand. Before Annabel could respond, Jane forced her hand between her legs, pushing fingers against the wet flesh that she had been touching. “See, it's easy.”

“Jane!” Annabel almost shrieked as Jane pushed her fingers against the throbbing bud. Jane refused to let her withdraw. Jane's fingers overlaid Annabel's letting her control them, forcing her to stroke the engorged bud.

Jane began moaning again as she pushed the fingers firmly against her flesh. The more she moaned and squirmed beneath Annabel's fingertips the less she needed to control her. Annabel moved her fingers over Jane's wet body following the directions from Jane.

Jane moved her hand from Annabel's to her body. Her fingers pushed against thin cotton. Annabel gave a small cry but didn't protest. Slowly Jane reeled up the nightie, her crawling fingers found panties beneath. Fingertips pushed beneath the elastic to roam over trimmed hair beneath.

Annabel's bud was hot and hard as Jane found it amidst the moist flesh. Annabel copied Jane's movements mimicking her fingers as they pushed each other towards orgasm. Jane's fingers slipped down slick flesh to push inside the wet tight opening letting her palm rest on the engorged clit. Annabel cried out as she was entered, then pushed her fingers inside.

With Jane inside her, Annabel's moans became louder than Jane's. Her body writhed in the bed her free hand held Jane in her. Jane's hand was crushed against wet skin. Annabel's climax threatened to tear her apart as it built within her, feeling like a ball of fire in her stomach. She bit her bottom lip and screamed as her orgasm released.

Jane  withdrew her hand making Annabel whimper as her fingers trailed across her sensitive bud. Annabel tried to speak but all that came out were incoherent sounds. Jane turned and wrapped her arms around her trembling body.

By the end of the week Annabel was chatting up men at bars. After the holiday she brought a whole new wardrobe got her hair cut and started her new life.

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