"Come here", she said. Julie didn't turn around, but her shoulders shook. She had never heard that tone in her voice. Why hadn't she noticed that sooner? She had neither seen, nor heard from her in the fortnight since that unexpected drunken encounter. Once she had recovered from the pure, physical shock of their embrace, she had been furious. Yet their attraction had seemed so strong then. 

Julie flung herself on the ground and pretended to gaze unhappily up at the stars. She should be flush with success, but she had found she couldn't truly enjoy any of it. Instead she was only filled with a ceaseless, restless anxiety. She lay waiting, quivering. She thought she was over her. She had to remember what she was like.

“I want you,” Alice whispered.

She crossed to her, lay on the ground with her. She ran one finger along her neck, and she shivered. She reached out, pulled her towards her. Julie cleared her throat to disguise the hysterical gulp that threatened to escape her. Any inhibitions she may have had swiftly vanished beneath Alice's body.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

Julie parted her parched lips to reply, but could think of nothing to say. One hand reached up and touched her cheek, the other reached down and massaged her mount of Venus. 

“I've been wanting to kiss you all evening,” Alice said softly, and suddenly she was lost. Was it the right one he favoured? Pulling Alice closer, her lips opened like a flower beneath her.

A smile played across her lips, as, slowly, she began to move her hand lower, towards the shadow between her breasts.  Each and every cell in her body had caught fire and burned with need.

“I don't think you need this winter dress now that you have me to keep you warm,” Alice said. She moved one strap off her shoulder and the other fell off by itself, leaving her bared to the slow tease of her tongue, which she ran over her nipples and accross her chest. Her every touch was a dizzying new pleasure.

Her hand slid over her chest beyond the open collar. Julie shucked out of her shirt, groaned again at the feel of her hands rubbing over her skin and squeezing her gently. Then she  was on the ground between her feet, drawing her legs apart and settling herself between them. She cupped her tongue on Julie's lips, and she pushed against her. Alice stifled a cry and Julie let out a hot breath on her thigh as she gave her another stroke.

Julie cupped her, then circled her thumb over her. She could feel the urgency in Alice's body mounting as she gathered her closer.

“Oh, yes. I want you now,” she said eager.

She slid her hands under her panties. Alice groaned, a hundred hands moving, and they gave up whatever hope they had of going slowly. She felt the thrust of Alice's desire, like an invasion of fire and an implosion of wind. Her body welcomed her and embraced her so sweetly it was like coming home.

Then they came. 

Much later Alice opened her eyes as Julie stirred beside her.
“What time is it?” she asked, seeing the moonlight. The ground was hard, and very cool.