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A Café In Utrecht: Part 2

Where would I be without you?
             

As Rachel continued to listen to Emma telling her what Kevin had said and what she had said to him she knew that visiting Utrecht had been the right thing to do and the more she talked the more it seemed that a huge weight was being lifted from her. There were serious and sad moments such as her description of Kevin’s reaction to his mother’s letter and his father’s illness but there were also light-hearted moments and moments of importance such as Emma’s revelation that the feelings she thought she once had for Kevin had gone. Emma finished by telling Rachel that Kevin left the room without even shaking her hand let alone giving her a farewell hug but he did wish her well, he told her he would arrange to see his parents and he thanked her for coming. Then she explained that in the five or six minutes she waited for the attendant to arrive she burst into tears and cried for having stupidly wasted so many years of her life trying to clutch on to something that was never really there. She reached over to Rachel, took hold of both of her hands and said,
“Where would I be without you? You have helped me get through this ever since my breakdown five years ago. And before that, for as long as I can remember, you were always there for me. In all the years we have known each other I don’t think I have ever said how grateful I am or how much you mean to me.”
Rachel smiled and said quite simply,
“You mean a lot to me too.”
With that they finished their coffee and made their way back to Amsterdam.

Amsterdam: Part 1

Everything became clear:

For the rest of the day Kevin was barely mentioned, instead they enjoyed doing a bit of sightseeing, they had a meal in an Italian restaurant, a drink in the bar of their hotel, they each had a bath and then they washed and dried each other’s hair. Rachel had hers done first.

The last time Emma had her hair washed and dried by anyone other than herself was when her mother did it when she was just ten or eleven years old.

For more than ten minutes and wearing only a towel, Emma knelt on the floor with her head over the bath while Rachel went to work on her hair. Almost immediately, the brief unrecognisable feelings Emma had when Rachel hugged her in the hotel bedroom in St Albans were there again, only this time they were much stronger. She closed her eyes and revelled in the pleasure of them and didn’t want them to end. Then, as she sat on the small bedroom chair to have her hair dried, the feelings intensified. Rachel said very little during the washing and drying of Emma’s hair but she too was finding the experience pleasurable just as she had done half an hour earlier when hers was being done. Wearing only thin pyjamas and facing Emma, Rachel stood astride Emma’s left leg to dry the front of her hair and as she did so their legs brushed against each other numerous times causing Emma to have little ripples of pleasure. Rachel’s pyjama top was quite loose and every time she bent down slightly Emma could see her breasts and though she didn’t understand why, she was excited by it. After a while Rachel went behind her to dry the back of her hair and she could sense how close her body was to hers and it pleased her.

Her mind, her emotions and her body reacted as if she was becoming sexually aroused and yet this was Rachel, her friend and another girl.

For the rest of the evening many of the feelings stayed with her and like the last time when in St Albans she felt warm and comfortable inside but wasn’t sure what it was or what it all meant.

Emma and Rachel had been together since they were four years old and in different ways had always depended on each other. Even so and after all their years together, they still didn’t quite recognise that Emma was the only person who could fill the enormous gap in Rachel’s life and Rachel was the only person who could lead Emma to happier days.

That night before they went to bed Emma put her arms around Rachel then hugged her tightly and once again said thank you. Rachel kissed Emma on her cheek and said tenderly,
“I love you.”
They both went to bed happy.

A little puzzled, Emma lay in bed for quite some time thinking about the new feelings she was having, but instinct told her Rachel was at the centre of them and the more she thought about things the more excited she became. As she lay there in bed she knew by Rachel’s gentle and almost silent breathing that she was fast asleep. She looked across and in the watery moonlight that bathed their room she gazed affectionately upon her face. Then, as everything became much clearer in her mind, without uttering a single sound she mouthed the words,
“I love you too,”
and wished she could put her arms around her and lie with her.

Amsterdam: Part 2

Like teenage girls:

The next morning they were out early and spent the whole day in Amsterdam doing some more sightseeing and a little shopping. Emma wasn’t the same person, she laughed, smiled and joked her way through the day and her light heartedness was infectious. The two of them were like teenage girls without a care in the world and for the first time in a very long time Emma tasted the joy that life can give. With Rachel by her side she felt safe, she felt happy and she felt wanted and though many unpleasant memories had yet to surface that may still cause her distress she could at last start to think about rebuilding her life. Finally, she had got the closure she desperately needed and though she was still very fragile, she had someone by her side that she could trust and rely on completely to give her support when things got difficult. It was just the beginning but Emma was starting to break free from the torment and confusion of the past five or six years and as her mind cleared a new realisation dawned on her. She didn’t need or want Kevin and perhaps never did. What she needed was to love, and be loved unconditionally
and Kevin could never have given her that.

Manchester Baggage Hall:

Sleep with me:

They checked out of the hotel just after ten the next morning and made their way to the airport for what was supposed to be a three o’clock flight back to Manchester but when they got there they found it was delayed. Hour after hour went by until at last they boarded the plane and by the time they arrived in Manchester it was already nearly eleven o’clock.

As they waited at the baggage collection point Emma suggested that Rachel stayed at her house for the night rather than disturb her mum and dad so late on, which Rachel thought was a good idea. With the horses to see to, her parents had to be up around six every morning and they wouldn’t thank her if she disturbed both them and the horses by driving into the yard some time after midnight.  Rachel went off to find a telephone to ring home to let them know. When she came back Emma had already retrieved their bags and was standing quite alone in an empty baggage hall looking a little uneasy and rather vulnerable. Fiddling with her scarf, Emma said timidly,
“About tonight, you can either sleep in the spare room as you did last time or if you want to you can sleep with me in my double bed.”
  Rachel smiled and without hesitation said,
“I would like to be with you.”
With somewhat of a nervous smile, Emma whispered,
“me too,”
then she put her arms around Rachel and for a few very telling moments, held her tightly.

The Celebration:

Take the next step:

Emma gazed out of the window at the garden, sipped her coffee and began thinking of that time seven years ago when she hugged Rachel in the baggage hall at Manchester airport. It had proved to be a special and defining moment in their lives and over the weeks and months that followed, the bond that for years had existed between them, became even stronger. Following their visit to Utrecht Emma was able to move on and Kevin rarely featured in her thoughts but on this occasion he did. As she watched Rachel gathering the moss she had raked out of the grass she remembered how Kevin suggested that what they had as teenagers wasn’t real love and said to her,
“real love runs far deeper than what we had and when you find it you will know.”

“How true that was,”
she thought. Then she knocked on the window, raised her arm and pointed at her wristwatch to remind Rachel that time was getting on.

Seven years ago to the day Rachel’s mum and dad treated them both to a surprise meal in a posh restaurant saying they had something to celebrate. Even as they were entering the restaurant neither of them had any idea what the celebration was or if any other people had been invited. As it turned out it was just the four of them. They were ushered to an area a little away from the dining tables so they could have a pre-dinner drink and time to consider what was on the menu. Rachel’s father Bob ordered champagne and told the waiter that they didn’t want to eat for at least forty-five minutes, which he said, was no problem. No sooner had the champagne been poured and Bob raised his glass to make a toast,
“Here’s to you two,”
he said and so did Rachel’s mother
. “What’s going on?”
Rachel asked,
“What’s happening?”
and then her mother said,
“We know what’s happened and we know you find it impossible to tell us so we are telling you it’s alright and quite honestly we are really happy for you.”
Bob chipped in and said,
“Ever since you came back from that trip to Holland a couple of months ago we’ve known you want to be together and all that’s stopping you is us. You are afraid of what we might think.”

“Love comes in all sorts of different shapes and sizes,”
said Rachel’s mum, 
“and when it happens it happens and you just have to go with it. Look at your dad, who would ever think that anybody could love him but I do.”
 

“Thanks love,”
said Bob wryly, then he went on to say,
“Apart from when you were children we have never seen either of you so happy as you have been over the past few weeks. All we are saying is that you must be true to your feelings and we both think that if you want to, it’s time to take the next step.”
Both girls were totally taken aback and overwhelmed with the way in which Rachel’s parents not only knew how they felt about each other but also how they were so accepting of something that must surely have been alien to their way of thinking.
“You’ve both waited long enough to find happiness,”
said Rachel’s mum,
“so now it’s in front of you grasp it with both hands.”

The following week Rachel moved in with Emma and they started a new way of life together. At first one or two people in the village raised an eyebrow when it became known that two young women were living together and some speculated as to what the relationship was between them but it didn’t last long. Emma and Rachel both knew there might be talk but it never troubled them and they never gave any reason for anybody in the village to dislike them. They looked after each other, they were good for each other and they loved each other. And, though it was nobody else’s business but theirs, in the privacy of their own home they were able to express that love physically through the intimacy of sensuous and erotic sexual acts. On all levels their love for each other was complete.

The Anniversary:

She whispered ‘I love you
.’

“The taxi is here!”
Emma shouted and almost immediately Rachel came running downstairs. Ever since that first ‘celebratory meal’ Rachel’s parents had taken them out for an anniversary meal on the same date each year. Now, seven years on, they were both happier than they had ever been. The bond that existed between them from their early childhood was stronger than ever.
“You look lovely,”
said Emma then she put her arms around her and held her tightly as she liked to do. Rachel whispered in her ear,
“I love you.”
And with that they left to meet Rachel’s mum and dad and celebrate their seventh anniversary.

He Stole Her Virginity:

By

Chloe Shakespeare

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2012

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