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The market place was bathed in sunshine as Claire trundled her suitcase behind her. She pushed the heavy glass door to the Starbucks, and surveyed the choice of drinks behind the counter. Claire had just completed her first semester and was looking forward to meeting up with some of her friends and making the most of the summer.  As she was ordering her coffee, she received a call from her Mum, who she thought, had just returned home from a holiday in Cyprus with her Dad. “Hi Mum.” “Darling, where are you?” “In Starbucks. I’ll be there in a bit. Is everything okay?” “That’s the thing. We’re not there.” “What?” “The airline staff are all on a 24 hour strike and with the backlog, we won’t be home till Sunday night.” “Oh no! Where you going to stay?” “We’re all right, darling, but what about you?” “Oh, I’ll sort something out. Someone’ll be home.” “OK, but let me know. Honestly, you and keys. You need to hang ‘em round your neck.” “I know. What am I like?! Sorry, Mum, I’ve got to go, I’m paying for a coffee.” “All right, I’ll let you go, but let me know you’re sorted.” “I will, bye Mum and say hello to Dad.” “Yes, bye!” Claire took her coffee to a table by the window. She had looked forward to seeing her folks and now she was lumbered with having to find a friend to stay with. She looked through the contacts on her phone when there was a tap on her arm. “Claire?” Claire turned round quickly to see an attractive young woman with long, dark hair greeting her. The woman’s face was etched with anticipation. For a second or two Claire was at a loss and then the penny dropped. “Oh my God! Tanya!” Claire jumped up and gave the woman a huge hug. “I can’t believe it, I thought you’d moved abroad,” said Claire, holding Tanya’s hand affectionately. “I did. But now I’m back. You must be… nineteen now?” “I’m still eighteen. I’m like the baby of my circle.” “Awww. I’ve got my drink over there.” “I’ll join you,” said Claire, excitedly. “No, you’ve got your luggage, I’ll come over to you.” Claire had completely forgotten about her task of finding somewhere to stay for two nights and just wanted to catch up with her old friend. She had been just nine when she last saw Tanya and then Tanya’s father had landed a job overseas. Claire had changed quite a bit in the intervening years, but something in her mannerisms, must have left a mark on Tanya’s subconscious. “I’m just trying to work out how long it’s been,” said Claire. “Well, I’m twenty five now, so it must be nine years!” “Nine years! Wow!” “I know. How’s Patricia and Dan?” “Oh they’re fine. They’ve just finished… oh shit!” “Ha ha what?” “Their flight got cancelled. They’re in Cyprus. I’ve got to find somewhere to stay.” “Oh poor you!” “I know, I could have managed for a couple of days and everything, but I lost my key!” “You can stay with me!” “Really?!” “Yes, I’m only just the other side of Westfield Park.” “Well if it’s okay, it would be great!” “Consider it sorted, Claire Bear.” “Ha ha ha, not heard that for years!” “Nine years, in fact!” “Ha yeah!” Suddenly, Claire’s day had been transformed from a minor crisis into a mini holiday and she felt relaxed and amazingly happy to have been reacquainted with Tanya after all those years. It was odd, seeing her as a güvenilir bahis woman. Her last memory was going to the cinema with Tanya and Tanya’s Mum. That felt like a life time ago. It was like it was Tanya, but not Tanya. “You’ve changed loads,” said Claire. “In a good way, I hope!” “Of course in a good way. Have I changed?” “Well yes. I mean you look older, but you’re the same old Claire. I was like ninety nine percent sure it was you, but those hazel eyes were the give away.” “Awww thanks. I can’t believe I’ve met up with you after all this time!” “I know, it’s fate, it must be. Whatever, I’m glad. I’ve got a million and one things to ask you!” exclaimed Tanya. “Me too. I was always asking the questions when I was younger.” “You were a chatterbox, you mean!” “I know. They were fun times!” The world came and went, as Tanya and Claire exchanged reminiscences. Tanya occupied such a fond place in Claire’s memory. Someone whom she looked up to. She was the cooler, older girl who always had time for Claire and her childish observations and rubbish jokes. “Eh, do you remember that gale?” asked Tanya, recalling a particularly eventful time from their past. “Oh yeah! I was terrified. Like the house was going to blow down or something.” “I know. My room was on the top floor then. It was a bit scary when I got home.” “I think I cried,” admitted Claire. “I think you did. I was a bit scared too, but I was meant to be the grown up.” “Ha ha, yeah I guess. And that time you made the toaster blow up!” “Well who has toast at bed time. I forgot!” “It was funny!” “You say that now, but I didn’t think your Mum and Dad would let me look after you again!” “Ah no, you were the best. They knew that. It was never the same when you went.” “Awww Claire.” “They never found anyone to replace you, really. I went to my Nan’s and stuff but they just didn’t go out, mainly.” Tanya looked pleased and beamed with pride, but laid it on, which made Claire giggle. For the first time, Claire allowed herself to take stock of Tanya, who was in a denim skirt and black pantyhose. Her top was a white cotton vest and she had quite ample, shapely boobs. Claire was herself not overly developed in that department but was satisfied with her B cup, as they were nice and up-tilted. Tanya’s brown eyes and sense of humour were the most resounding features in Claire’s memory. Her brown hair though, looked a lot longer than she remembered. “Are you working?” asked Claire. “Yes, I’m based at the university. I’m the head librarian.” “Ah that’s good. I’m reading English.” “Yes, you were always good at English, Claire.” “I was okay.” “Anyway, if you’re good, we can go to mine. I made some pasta last night. There’s tons left.” Tanya stood up, slipping her arm through the handle of her handbag. “Yeah, that sounds amazing,” agreed Claire. The two friends headed out into the warm afternoon sun and crossed the town square, to where Tanya had parked. On the way to Tanya’s place, Claire’s mind was a jumble of thoughts and memories. On those evenings when Claire’s parents were out on the town or whatever, she and Tanya had formed an important bond. Their memories were inconsequential, in the scheme of things, but to Claire, those two years, when she was eight güvenilir bahis siteleri and nine, were an important period in her childhood. It was like having a big sister once or twice a month. The age gap meant that in reality, they had little in common at the time, but to Claire, Tanya was precious. Nine years later, the age difference had been swallowed up by Claire’s adulthood and time had equalized them to a degree. Life experience aside, they were now two young women and their conversation was not limited to Claire’s narrow view of the world. Tanya’s relative maturity and her faux teenage wisdom had been left behind and was now part of their history. Tanya pulled up at her house and parked on the small tarmac drive way, which was bordered on one side by wall flowers and the odd, stray dandelion. There was a postage stamp lawn between the drive and the house. “How long have you lived here?” asked Claire. “About six or seven months.” Both girls lifted her suitcase over the doorstep with a heave. “What you got in here? The kitchen sink.” “Just my stuff and there’s one or two books.” “You’ve brought your studies on holiday?” “I just enjoy it. I read a lot.” Tanya raised an eyebrow. “I’ll show you around. The spare room is a bit of a tip, but it’s decorated. My Mum sleeps in there when she’s over.” “Okay, I’m sure it’s fine. It’s really kind of you to put me up, Tanya.” “That’s all right, it’s my pleasure.” Tanya had her first good look at Claire, who was in her baggy grey T shirt and black leggings, which were on the see-through side, meaning her white panties were showing through. To compensate for what she lacked in buxomness, Claire made up for in other ways and Tanya silently admired her pert, round butt. Claire followed Tanya up the stairs, when it was her turn to look at the older girl’s legs and bum. “Bathroom and shower in there and that’s your room.” Claire peered into the bathroom cursorily and then went into the spare room. “Oh this is okay!” “It’s a bit of a dump,” admitted Tanya. “No, it’s fine. It’s bigger than my room at uni.” “Well, that’s not saying much!” “Ha ha yes. I’ll undo my case and just bring up my stuff as I need it, if that’s all right.” “Yeah, whatever. I’ll let you unwind. You must be done in, after your journey.” “Actually, I might have a snooze. It’s lovely in here.” Claire sat on the bed and bounced up and down. “You do that. Just yell if you need anything.” “Thanks, I will.” Claire drew the curtains, to bring a cooling, sleepy atmosphere to the room and soon nodded off. It was one of those long, refreshing naps, which recharge the batteries. She opened her eyes and hour or so later to find that Tanya and laid a few of her things on the linen chest, along with fresh towels. Claire was full of appreciation for the hospitality and thoughtfulness of her friend as she picked up a fluffy pink towel and rubbed it against her face. She was comforted by the sweet, posy-like softener and walked through to the bathroom for a shower. She undressed and fiddled with the hose and temperature controls but was unable to get the water to change from a weak, tepid dribble. “Oh… ummm. TANYA!” A few seconds later Tanya came trotting up the stairs, and Claire picked up iddaa siteleri her towel and half-heartedly wrapped it around her body.  “Is it the water? I should have said. You have to adjust them both together like this.” As Tanya adjusted the wheel and lever, the water came at full force, shooting hot water at Claire who squealed and stumbled, just supporting herself on the sink. At the same time, her abrupt movement caused her towel to fall away. As Tanya secured the shower head, she looked at Claire and gazed over her perfect young body. Her breasts were small but impossibly pert with succulent areolae. Her slim waist and toned tummy, led Tanya’s eyes to Claire’s neatly trimmed pubes and her protruding inner lips. It only lasted a matter of seconds, but Tanya smiled nervously and Claire looked away, embarrassed and gathering up her towel. “Anyway, it’s all sorted now. Just twist that.” “OK, thank you, Tanya.” Tanya looked round as she closed the door and got a glimpse of Claire’s unblemished, peachy ass, as the younger girl stepped into the shower. Claire was soon enjoying her soapy shower and rinsed the lather away, now used to the fiddly shower and had got the force just right force. She aimed the water at her girlie bits and began to enjoy herself, when her thoughts returned to Tanya. She stopped and wondered what she was doing, masturbating with Tanya in her mind. Tanya must have seen plenty of girls naked, like she had herself. At the uni and at the gym it was normal, so why did she sense that Tanya had ‘noticed’ her? Claire had no particular hang-ups over nudity, but it had felt odd suddenly baring herself unexpectedly to Tanya. A combination of respect and diffidence meant that she had guarded against parading around the bathroom in the nude when Tanya had appeared, even though she knew she had nothing to hide, really The heat of the day had waned and the sun played hide and seek with the fluffy white clouds, which hung in the western horizon when Claire joined Tanya in her kitchen. Claire had put on a crimson top and light blue jeggings, her hair damp and tousled this way and that. Tanya was blitzing some fruit in a blender and was dropping pieces of banana down the tube when Claire appeared. “I was just making a smoothie, would you like some?” “A smoothie would be amazing, thanks. Tanya?” “Yes?” “Ummm… nothing, it’s okay. I forgot.” Tanya gave a little laugh, but had an idea that Claire had something on her mind. “Were the smellies to your satisfaction?” Asked Tanya. “Oh yes, perfect, ta.” “Good. There you go, one raspberry, blueberry and banana smoothie.” “Ooh amazing, thanks.” The two girls stood face to face in the kitchen, straws in mouth, enjoying the cool, refreshing mixture. Claire found herself studying her friend, whose ample breasts created shapely mounds under her white vest. She wondered what Tanya’s breasts were like. They were so much bigger than her own and imagined herself touching them through Tanya’s top, just to satisfy her curiosity. “Hmmm… the blueberries come through, don’t you think?” observed Tanya. But Claire’s mind was elsewhere. “Claire?” “Sorry?” “The blueberries!” “What about them!” “Are you okay?” “Yes. No. Tanya, can I ask you a question?” “Yeah, sure.” “I don’t know if I should be asking you this, Tanya but, if you think about another girl, you know in that way, does that make you a lesbian?” Tanya turned, in case she showed a reaction and busied herself, pretending to fiddle with the blender.

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