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Delia’s mind was wandering, she absentmindedly tapped her pen against the open, but barely used, notebook on her lap. The lecture was deathly dull and however hard she concentrated on the doctor at the front of the hall, her focus kept switching and drifting to more salacious thoughts. She smiled to herself and shifted slightly in her seat.
She could see Patsy two rows lower down in front of her. Since admitting their mutual feelings, they now separated from sitting next to each other in lectures, to reduce any potential rumours. This was on Patsy’s insistence and Delia thought it was over precautionary. In contrast, she felt it was probably more likely to raise the eyebrows of their peers, as previously they had been inseparable. Now it looked as though there was an underlying friendship issue. However, Delia went along with it to keep Patsy happy and ultimately allow them to be together in private. She missed their shared glances and passing silly notes to each other to alleviate the boredom, but at least she had a great vantage point to take in the glorious form of Patience Mount.
Her blonde hair was pinned securely, revealing a slender long neck that Delia envisaged trailing lingering kisses down. Only last night had Delia done so, and the recollection made her squirm with pleasure. Patsy shifted in her seat, almost in response to Delia’s scrutiny. Delia smirked, as she chewed on the end of her pen. Her gaze travelled to the nape of her neck, she recalled breathing in Patsy’s perfume, a scent that made her feel heady and exhilarated.
Their second romantic encounter last night, was frenetic and passionate. Unlike the gentle, tentative first kiss a week ago, full of promise and relief, this was raw and full of longing. Now the truth had been revealed, their desires were no longer repressed. After a night out with a group of fellow nurses, they had hung back deliberately so Delia could slip unnoticed into Patsy’s room. Immediately on entering the bedroom Patsy had pushed her hard against her writing desk. Knocking over a pot of pens. Neither cared as Delia lifted herself slightly, so she was perched on the table’s edge. Heatedly, Patsy’s lips found Delia’s and she kissed her deeply. The blonde slid her right leg tantalisingly and knowingly between Delia’s. Delia moaned in response and instinctively clenched her thighs and felt Patsy push further against her. It felt glorious. They became consumed with each other, hands exploring, kisses frenzied. Suddenly they were rudely interrupted by the sound of Matron rattling her keys and signalling curfew.
“Damn it,” Patsy exclaimed, pulling away from Delia, leaving her breathless and completely in a bother. Delia’s head was spinning and it took a moment to regain any kind of composure. Patsy stood back watching her, a lop-sided smirk on her lips. She looked like the cat that had got the cream. She thoroughly enjoyed leaving Delia flustered.
“How am I supposed to leave you now after that?” pouted Delia, sliding off the desk and adjusting her skirt. “How on earth am I supposed to go to sleep?!” Patsy smiled contentedly at Delia and went to the window to light a cigarette.
“I won’t be sleeping, that’s for sure,” replied Patsy, with a dark look directed at Delia. Delia blushed under the obvious suggestion. She walked over and slid her arms around Patsy’s slender waist. Gazing down at the brunette, a final kiss was all that was allowed, before Delia had to reluctantly slip back out of Patsy’s room to entertain herself in her own single bed.
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Delia was pulled from her dreamy but racy recollection by a cough nearby. She could feel heat rising through her and she was sure she was blushing remembering the intimate encounter. Being with Patsy had finally awoken Delia. Every fibre of her being was pulsing. She wanted more, so much more. Their interrupted dalliance last night, only made Delia’s desires greater. She wondered what Patsy was feeling. They’d yet to talk about their romantic past. Was all this old hat for Patsy? Had she seduced or been seduced by women before. Delia didn’t want to think about that, but Patsy certainly knew what she was doing when pushing her against the desk in her room. Did Delia seem like the novice that she was to Patsy? She might not have had any practical experience but she certainly had given much thought to what she should do.
Delia had always known about her attraction to woman and it was only now that she was getting to realise what she had fantasised about. She had admired many girls through her late teens but nothing had occurred. Nothing ever would in a small village in Pembrokeshire. Her acceptance to train in London had opened up so many new opportunities to her and Delia had secretly hoped that in a big city like London she would find someone else who thought as she did.
Meeting Patsy on her course had changed her life. She had become captivated by the cultured, elegant tall blonde woman and at first, had thought no differently about her than she did any of the other girls training at the college. Patsy’s glacial exterior had not put Delia off, she liked a challenge and she felt she wanted to get to know her better. She saw London as an opportunity to meet people different from her and her life back in Pembrokeshire, and one Patience Mount was certainly different to her.
Listening to stories of her childhood and upbringing in exotic far of places, transported Delia to places she only dreamed of. Boarding school sounded like a hoot until Patsy spoke of the way the catholic nuns treated them at times. It felt like meeting someone from a novel she might have read. Patsy had turned out to be a revelation, as expected, she was well read and educated, but she had a naughty side that Delia loved. She would often be the one to instigate a late-night drink beyond curfew. Or sneak back late, from an evening out, without a care because somehow she had managed to acquire a key to the nurses’ home.
Delia realised that she was developing feelings for her friend. It wasn’t difficult to see why. This woman was witty, charming and utterly mesmerising. She would watch her as she spoke and thought about kissing her full lips. She would see how her glorious chest rose and fell as she laughed. Even smoking deplorable cigarettes was done with elegance and dare she say, sexiness. Delia worried endlessly that developing an infatuation could only lead to heartache, but over time Patsy had started to show signs that perhaps Delia affections would be reciprocated. Delia would catch Patsy looking at her across a ward and glance down when their eyes met. In a group, Patsy’s smile would change when Delia arrived and she always made a beeline to Delia whenever possible. Delia had dared hope and after one nightcap last week, she had her hopes met.
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Thankfully the lecture was drawing to a close, it was evident that people were getting restless. Out of the corner of her eye, Delia slyly observed Patsy discreetly massaging her left shoulder and rolling her neck gently. Even this slight act sent Delia’s hormones into over drive. She wanted to run her hands over Patsy’s pale skin and rub her shoulder for her. She closed her eyes to try to focus herself, but all she could do was picture Patsy undoing the top buttons of her uniform to reveal the smooth skin that she was currently rubbing. During their few intimate moments Delia had taken every opportunity to touch, albeit through clothing, as much of Patsy as she could. Grazing her hand against the swell of Patsy’s breast last night had sent sensations through them both, that resulted in guttural moans of desire.
Now Delia wanted to see more. She wanted to see all of her. She had never seen another woman fully naked. Obviously, she knew what to expect, but to see a woman she desired was another matter altogether. The thought of what lay beneath Patsy’s clothes sent a wave of electricity coursing through her.
Completely unaware of people moving around, Delia was startled into movement from her reverie. She needed to get to a bathroom quick and cool down her glowing complexion. She looked up and locked eyes with Patsy. Pasty tipped her head inquisitively to one side and narrowed her eyes. Her looked burned into Delia, and she felt as though Patsy had been reading her mind and knew all her daring thoughts. Delia looked away flustered and made hastily for the door.
Delia missed Patsy by the time she got out of the bathroom and made her way back, deep in thought, to the nurses’ home. She decided to be bold. She knew what she wanted, so why not just do it? The nurses’ home hallways were quiet when Delia entered, she assumed others must have gone off for lunch. This gave her the perfect opportunity to sneak into Patsy’s room. Once inside, Delia looked around at the carefully organised space, it resembled Patsy in so many ways. Delia pulled out the chair to her desk and lowered herself onto it. Absent minded, she ran her fingers across the desk that Patsy has pushed her against last night. A sly smile broke out on Delia’s lips as she located a pen and piece of paper from Patsy’s stationery drawer. She scribbled her note and folded it neatly in half. She placed it on her bedside table tucked under the novel that Patsy was reading. Somewhere that she would find it but where no one else would if they came into her room. Pleased with herself, Delia slipped out and went off to seek her fellow nurses, to beg for notes for the lecture that she hadn’t listened to a word of.