The Last Flight. Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 16

... side of the bed and took my crutches. It was a struggle but I managed all right and hobbled through the door and along the short corridor to the large kitchen where I drew a glass of water from the tap and sat down at the big table. As it was at the back of the house, Françoise had not closed the shutters and the full moon cast an eerie, silvery light through the window. I had never been afraid of the dark and tonight was no exception. I felt truly at ease for the first time since the crash but still, something tugged at the back of my mind. I assumed that the nightmares would stop eventually but I didn't know how long that would take or how long the airline would continue to look after me. I couldn't do anything about the latter and the Director had assured me they would do everything possible to help me recover but no, what bothered me was Jemima. I found it difficult to understand why I was so strongly attracted to her. Not just sexually but emotionally too. I had never felt such things for a woman before. I had barely felt them towards a man. I was no stranger to sex, I liked it, loved it. If people knew about some of the antics I had got up to I would probably be considered a loose woman, a slapper even. I supposed that it came from my childhood. I wanted to be loved and maybe sex was my way of searching for it. The trouble was, the more I had, the more I wanted. I never slept with colleagues or friends as I didn't want to be thought of as 'easy' but, in truth, I was. I ...

... would let men do whatever pleased them in a effort to find that special feeling that was so elusive. Sex and love seemed as far apart they could possibly be but, when I kissed Jemima, something happened to me, something I had not felt before. I wasn't lust, I knew that feeling, it was something different, something deeper, a kind of trust I had never felt before. When I had touched her thigh whilst she was hung-up in the wash-room, it had been purely to teach her a lesson, to show her how it felt to be on the receiving end of unwanted advances. The result had shocked both of us. We both understood the intention but what actually occurred was a connection that neither of us had looked for nor expected. I sighed deeply. Why, oh why did my life have to be so complicated? “Karen?” a voice behind me made me jump. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” “Hello Françoise. It's all right, I was just thinking. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?” The older woman sat at the table across form me. “No, I don't think so, at least, I don't remember hearing anything but I knew you were up, somehow. Do you want to talk?” “Oh, no... I don't want to keep you up. You have work.” “No,” she replied, “A day off so if you want to?” I let my head droop forwards and looked at the solid old wooden table top. “I do, well, maybe... I don't know. I am afraid.” “Afraid?” she cocked and eyebrow, “Afraid of what?” I groaned. “That's just it,” I sighed, “I don't know.” “Your feelings, perhaps?” Her suggestion ...