A Meeting of Minds Pt. 01

"You... told me?"

"I felt your aura last night. Became familiar with it... you must have felt it..."

I thought back and a vivid memory came back, even though it hadn't registered as anything mystical. I had felt like there was someone else in me. I often live in my character's minds when I'm writing, so I sort of dismissed it but now I realised it was almost the polar opposite. It wasn't me in someone else's world. It was someone in my world.

We were just approaching the driveway to the cottage and I pulled the car up and turned to her.

"That was you?"

She let go of my arm and stared at me with those deep, brown eyes and just nodded.

"Are you some sort of witch?"

The rather tense atmosphere was broken when she started giggling. It was infectious and I couldn't help myself. I joined in.

Through her giggles she said, "No. No, Miss Anna. I am not a witch. At least I don't think so. I've just always had this thing. With some people. Who I connect with. I got back to my room and waited until I could feel you were asleep. I just sent you a picture of where I was going to be... and I sort of imagined..."

"Imagined what?"

"You. What you looked like without that gorgeous dress you were wearing last night."

"You created my dream... it's how you knew."

She just nodded again.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay little one. This is quite a lot to take in. How about we go into the cottage, I show you around and then we open a bottle of wine and you can tell me more."

She practically squealed. "You called me little one!"

Oh god. I had. That was weird.

"I"m sorry, Jen. It just felt like the right way to say it. I didn't mean anything by it."

"No, no Miss Anna. That's the whole point! You called me that up on the Tor as well. In my dreams my flame haired lover has always called me 'little one'."

"Right," I said, "I have so many questions. Come on, Jen. Let's go in..."

We grabbed our bags and I opened up the cottage door and led her into the lounge.

We both dumped our bags on the sofa and she came up to me and was about to hug me.

"No! Jen, please. It's not that I don't want to kiss you. I do. This is just so much to take in. First of all... why do you call me Miss Anna?"

She looked abashed. She looked down at the floor and my heart suddenly went out to her. I didn't want to hurt her, so I said, "It's okay little one," and at this she turned her face up and smiled, "I just want to know."

"If you don't like me calling you that I won't."

"I didn't say that, Jen. I just want to know why."

Her eyes darted for a moment. Looking almost anywhere but at me and then our gaze locked.

"Because you are the one who will fulfill me. I just like to call you that."

I smiled. She was incredibly disarming, "Then in that case, you are 'little one', little one."

She giggled again and said, "Can I see where you write now? Please?"

"You don't want to see the kitchen? The bedroom?" I said teasingly.

She got a mischievous look on her face.

"No, Miss Anna because something very special happens when you write. I always knew you'd be a writer."

Mystified I took her hand and led her into what I thought of as my writing den.

We walked in and she gasped.

"Oh my, Miss Anna. It's perfect. Look. You have a big, comfortable chair. You have a desk. Your laptop. I want to see you write, Miss Anna. Please?"

That infectious enthusiasm once again dragged me with her, but I said, "Well, okay. I suppose you've provided quite a lot of inspiration. Do you want me to get another chair?"

She shook her head and said, "No, Miss. Just sit and write. Please?"

I sat down, opened my laptop and logged in. Jen stood to one side of me and slightly surprised me when she started taking off her skirt and top. I watched, mesmerised as she removed her bra. She had beautiful breasts. Her nipples were stiff and crinkled in the middle of medium sized, dark areola. I could see her puffy, wet lips and I was instantly turned on once more.

I smiled at her, "I thought you were going to not distract me, little one."

"Oh, I won't. I promise."

"Well, I suppose I should take my dress off and we could go to the..." I started to say.

"No, Miss Anna. Please just sit and do what you do. Maybe tell me about the story as you write."

A little nonplussed and wondering where all this was leading I looked at the screen.

"Well, I'm at the point in this book where my heroines are about to rescue their best friend from her idiot boyfriend," I said.

She perched on the arm of my chair and put her arm around my shoulder.

I turned to look at her and we shared a blissful, gentle kiss. When we broke I said, "It's going to be difficult for me to write with you there, little one. I'll go and get you another..."

"No, Miss Anna. There's a better place I can be to keep myself from distracting you unless you ask."

She surprised me, as if I could be surprised any more, by kneeling down on the floor, her legs out to one side, and rested her head on my thigh, letting out a long, soft sigh.

"Will you read it to me, Miss Anna?"

I thought about it and it felt right, "Yes, little one, I will."

I started running my fingers through her hair as I read. I felt her fingers stroking up my inner thigh and tried to ignore the feelings as I concentrated on the story but that didn't stop me opening my legs to allow her access.

When she found my entrance I moaned softly and my fingers in her hair gripped a little tighter. She knew exactly what she was doing. She traced up my outer lips, the warmth and tingles building as she did so.

I stopped reading and basked in the feelings and heard her say, once again in that voice that was almost in my head.

"You're very wet, Miss Anna," she said, "I like that."

I felt her fingers stroking over my clit. I almost croaked out, "Oh god, little one. Yes. I love that. Perfect."

I could feel everything gathering in me, the perfect storm of everything from the day. I opened my legs wider and felt her changing position, kneeling now between my legs. She pushed on the hem of my dress and I lifted my bum so that I was exposed to her. I needed this release so much.

Her mouth found me, enclosing me and I felt her tongue on me, felt my clit grow in her mouth, reaching for the orgasm that was now an almost physical presence. When I felt her fingers at my entrance stroking and then sliding in, finding my spot with almost perfect precision, and pressing rhythmically on it that was the moment I exploded. It rushed through me. I didn't have to reach for it, it was just there, filling me, releasing me, fulfilling me. I writhed and moved and she didn't let go, pushing me on, further and further, wave after wave.

She could clearly read me very well because as I descended the final hill she slowed and stopped her movements.

I finally managed to gather my thoughts as she placed a sweet and gentle kiss on my clit, withdrew her fingers, knelt back down beside me, softly kissing my thigh and then resting her head on my knee once more.

I looked down to find those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me, her face smiling.

I pretended to be annoyed, "Well, little one, you promised you wouldn't distract me and you did. I'm sorry, but I am going to have to take you into the bedroom for a severe punishment that might involve... orgasms."

She giggled, "Oh, yes Miss Anna. I definitely deserve that sort of punishment."

To be continued...

First of all, thank you to all my wonderful readers and supporters. Please, if you can, rate this story and leave a comment. Secondly, a huge thank you to my proofreaders and muses, Gari, Angel, Laura, Jill and Jen. As always love to Jodie. Finally, I am working on Allie Part 2, five Years Part 4, a follow up to Madame Récamier and a new series of shorts - so don't panic! I only have one pair of hands to type with.

Love and kisses

Anna

xxxx