Riverside
Dreams
By
Prerafaelite © copyright October 2001. All rights reserved.
Jenna
sat on the banks of the river throwing pieces of what could be described as
fish bait to the black swans. They vied for attention as the mallard ducks
fought for the morsels that the swans and fish missed out on.
Clare and Jenna had been lovers for a
while now. Jenna thought back to the time when she and Clare had gone off to
have their nipples pierced. That seemed like forever ago. At the time, it had
been such an adventure for the shy and composed Jenna, though now she was
neither shy or always composed. She glanced quickly over at her friend and
smiled, she brought out the devil in her. Clare's blond hair shone like
platinum in the harsh Australian sun. She was very pretty. Of similar height
and build to Jenna, she had short blond hair cropped into a neat bob and a well
rounded, yet slim, womanly shape.
Jenna watched in fascination as two
paired pelicans alighted on the water not 20 feet from them. She threw some food
to them, scraps of fish that she had begged from the van that sold seafood in
the carpark of the university down by the river. The birds didn’t mind where
the scraps came from, so long as there was plenty. The swans were lovely to
look at, jet-black with bright red beaks and reddy brown eyes with a thin band
of white about them. Their feathers were iridescent; it was hard to tell if
they were black or actually very, very dark blue/grey. The lone cormorant sat
perched on the top of an old jetty stump and watched the proceedings with regal
disdain as it dried its wings.
The river flowed slowly by. Its surface
was smooth like a mirror in Matilda Bay, polished and fathomless but became
choppier further out as small sailing boats darted across Melville water in the
distance. There were a couple of speed boats pulling colourful Para gliders and
a single operator Jet Ski was racing over the wakes of the cabin cruisers that
were motoring up and down the wide expanse of water. Despite the traffic it was
actually very peaceful on the foreshore.
Jenna stood and held out her hand to
Clare. Deep blue eyes held hers for a second before they creased at the corners
and Clare squinted as she pulled her sunglasses over her eyes and took Jenna’s
hand. They strolled slowly back along the shore towards the car, hand in hand.
Jenna would never have dreamed of such public display six months ago, but she
had a new confidence in herself and quite frankly didn’t care what people
thought of her now. She was whom she was and if they didn’t like her then that
was their problem, she wasn’t going to loose sleep over it. Life was exciting
and fun, and there to make the most of.
Clare’s hand fitted neatly into hers. It
was soft and yet firm. Jenna only just managed to keep from groaning out loud
as she imagined the exquisite feel of it on her breast, squeezing, kneading.
She let her thoughts wander and remembered the kiss that they had shared as
they left her house earlier. Jenna had pushed Clare up against the wall in the
hallway. She had raised her hand and cupped Clare’s left breast, lifting it
upwards. When she increased the pressure, Clare looked at her with such longing
that Jenna knew she had succeeded in arousing her as much as she herself was.
Slowly, Jenna had pressed her lips to Clare’s as her free hand sought out her
nipple to tease it gently. She had taken delight in tasting Clare’s subtle
fragrance with all her senses, her smooth pink lips were pliant and giving as
her tongue slipped subversively between them.
Jenna had reluctantly pulled away, awed
at the tightness of Clare’s nipples straining at her blouse, not wanting to be
late for their lunch booking. She also wanted to go feed the birds by the river
before they themselves ate. An amused Jenna watched Clare walk outside on not
so steady legs.
They had climbed into the land cruiser
and headed of on the scenic drive down the escarpment and towards the city.
Traffic was fairly light at this time of day and it was Perth after all, almost
a large country town in its feel compared to some other capital cities. The
quarter acre house block was still flourishing out west.
The warm spring day was lovely; there
was a scent of orange blossom in the air that fought for attention with the
eucalyptus trees. Bottlebrush shrubs were in flower, their bright red plumes
flaming against the olive foliage. Most of the spring wildflowers were in
bloom, the vibrant blue flowers of the leschenaultia bushes assaulted the eye.
The white, paper like flowers of the everlasting daisies danced in the breeze
underneath them. Bright yellow acacia wattle trees waved their little buttercup
clusters of pompoms like fists as the car rushed past them.
Jenna had lowered the windows on the
‘cruiser and the incoming breeze brought with it the feel of freedom and the
promise of a hedonistic afternoon. Jenna glanced at Clare and smiled at her,
she was like a child in awe of its surroundings, wide eyed and entranced. Clare
hadn’t been in the country long, she had recently moved here from Europe and
everything was new to her. Her face was a picture that told of many things,
Jenna delighted in trying to read it. They made good time over the freeway and
drove over the Narrows Bridge and along the highway that ran along the waters
edge. Jenna swung the car into the carpark and pulled into a suitable spot. The
day was warm and sunny, perfect weather for short skirts and figure hugging
tops. Paradise.
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The young women strolled hand in hand
towards the restaurant. It was situated right on the water, with glass walls on
all sides so that there was an uninterrupted vista of the water. The main
veranda cantilevered out over the river and if you reached down over the edge you
could almost touch the surface. The floor was highly polished jarrah timber
with its rich red colour which was softened by the beech window frames, the
whole wall of floor to ceiling windows were folded back on each other in a
concertina to allow access to the outer deck. The Maitre D escorted them to a
secluded table in the far corner of the deck. Jenna had specifically requested
it for its privacy and views. The
waiter offered them menus and placed chilled bottled water on the table. Clare
deferred to Jenna the choice of the wine list as they both perused the main
menu.
“How about we share the east meets west
seafood platter?” Asked Jenna.
Clare nodded her assent. The plate of
delectable morsels arrived just after the crisp white Sauvignon Blanc did. Jenna
tasted the dry fruity wine and nodded to the sommelier who placed the bottle
into the freestanding ice bucket at the side of the table. The platter was in
two tiers. The top half was a cold plate of sushi and sashimi drizzled with
Ketchap Manis or some other such sweet soy sauce around the outside. There was
smoked salmon rolled in cracked black peppercorns and fresh oysters with red
flyingfish roe sprinkled on the top. Very thin slivers of pickled pink ginger
and a small dollop of bright green wasabi garnished the dish. On the bottom plate there was a selection of
prawns coated in tempura batter, char grilled scallops in the shell, grilled
salmon and barramundi and skewers of baby octopus with spring onions. But the
main attraction was the whole grilled snapper. Jenna couldn’t help herself, it
had teeth.
“Alas poor Yorrick!” She burst out
laughing as she worked the fishes jaw with a chopstick. Clare rolled her eyes
and tried to look elsewhere. Jenna grinned at her and said, “I know you love me
really.” Batting her eyelashes.
“You are such a prat sometimes Jenna,”
said Clare, trying not to laugh and encourage her.
Jenna just smiled and bit into a prawn,
her teeth sinking into its soft pink flesh as she tore it in two. She flicked
the head into the bowl with the garlic muscle shells and remains of the shucked
oysters.
Oysters Kilpatrick, with bits of
caramelised bacon sprinkled over the top of the only just heated through meat,
sat in their shells, a liberal dose of Worcestershire sauce coated the top.
Jenna picked up an oyster and sucked the firm flesh into her mouth with her
tongue. Clare watched in mesmerised silence. Jenna offered Clare an oyster from
her plate. Gently, with her fingers, she pried it from its shell. She placed it
on Clare's waiting lips and watched with unconcealed delight as Clare sucked
the firm flesh into her mouth and licked the juices off her fingers. Jenna
swallowed hard and tried not to groan too loudly. The feel of Clare's mouth
wrapped around her fingers was exquisite. Soft and wet and hot and pliant. When
she sucked, Jenna imagined what they would get up to later and tried not to
squirm in her seat. She had to control herself, else she would have wanted to
take Clare there and then, public spectacle or not, it would not have mattered
to her.
Jenna was aware of the waitresses.
Nudging Clare she said, “Look, pert nipples at three o’clock.” Clare’s head
swivelled round and focused on the nubile girls tits. They were like organ
stops, hard and round, standing out under her bra and obvious beneath the girls
white blouse.
“Nice huh?’ said Jenna.
“Yeah, wouldn’t mind sucking those. Do
you think she is a virgin?”
“I recon so, she’s young and she looks
raw, but anyway I prefer my women as women,” said Jenna, “that way I know what I
am getting. Like I do with you.”
Clare cast Jenna a surreptitious glance.
Her friend was looking pensive, probably cooking up another plan. Jenna was a
worry when she was in this mood, she could get into mischief so easily, and
usually dragged Clare in with her. Or maybe it was the other way around, Clare
was unsure now, Jenna had her confused about herself. Jenna startled her still
further.
“Why don’t we go to Singapore, for a
weekend. It would be really fun and we could shop till we drop?”
Clare stared at her friend for a second.
Oh man, she was serious. She had that look in her eye.
“Err, and
exactly when were you thinking of going there?
“Well, you know about William don’t you. I figured if I sent him a ticket I could meet him there. He’s been talking about coming out here to meet me, but wouldn’t it be excellent if I organised it? We could have such a good time out there and then you could show up and I could introduce you both. Maybe we could even have more fun than he would have bargained for? What do you think?”
“Why on earth
would your American lover want to meet me?”
“Because you
are lovely and I’ve told him all about you. It was him who suggested I seduce
you in the first place.”
Clare's
expression told Jenna that she had shocked her.
“He knew I
found you attractive, so he sewed the seeds of desire. He suggested ways to get
to know you better, and the more I looked at you the more I wanted you, it’s as
simple as that. You seemed to like me too so … well anyway, it turned out okay
didn’t it?”
Clare threw
her head back and laughed loudly. The people at the next table looked over and
smiled at the two young women obviously having a good time. Jenna had the
courtesy to blush.
“Oh Jenna, you
are so bad girl! What am I going to do with you?”
“Indulge me my
trip to Singapore? Please?”
“I’ll think
about it. Now eat your fish.”
Jenna speared
a morsel of char grilled salmon and popped it in her mouth. It melted on her
tongue and distracted her sufficiently for Clare to reach over and kiss her
quickly on the lips. Jenna heard the sharp intake of breath from the table
behind and smiled. Singapore here we come.
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