Chapter 5 Gemma #2
Rory sat for most of the act relaxed but upright in her seat next to Gemma.
Occasionally Gemma would glance across at her gorgeous profile and found Rory seemingly entranced by the action on the stage.
Her lips quirking into a smile here and there when something fun happened.
Gemma knew the piece they were getting to and shifted slightly in her seat.
As soon as Rory had put her arm around her, the last act of the opera flowed back into her brain.
The countess and her maid were going to trap their husbands and teach them a lesson, and the countess, now dressed as her maid, was about to sing the most gorgeous aria to entice her lover.
Gemma tensed slightly as the words flashed up on the supertitles.
Because the opera was in Italian, they showed the English translation of the words above the stage.
Now they told of a woman in love with her husband and calling him to love her.
The music started, and as the countess sang about her love for her husband , Gemma felt the longing of the countess wash over her.
This music had never affected her like this before, but now it was igniting a longing deep in her soul, a longing only Rory could satisfy.
She tried to concentrate on the lyrics, but almost as soon as the countess started singing, she felt Rory’s fingers delicately caress her bare shoulder.
Gemma felt a wave of affection and desire shiver across her body.
She pushed back slightly against Rory’s fingers and felt the caress strengthen as she hoped it would.
The butterflies that had been fluttering in her stomach on and off all evening were back, and she bit her lip to stop a moan escaping.
She turned her head to the side to see Rory’s impassive profile.
If she didn’t know better, she would have said that Rory was completely entranced by the action on the stage, but Gemma knew better, and the sensations coursing through her body were testament to that fact.
Rory’s head turned slightly towards her, and Gemma saw a smirk tickle at the corner of her mouth.
Simultaneously, Rory’s strong, slim fingers strengthened the caress on her shoulder before drifting across her over sensitive skin to the nape of her neck where they toyed with a few strands of hair before painting invisible patterns and swirls on Gemma’s neck before returning to her shoulder again.
A shiver of pleasure ran through Gemma and ignited every cell in her body.
Rory had never touched her like this before.
As friends, they had been tactile, but always friendly.
Their night together had been frenzied and passionate.
This gentle seduction and caress was new, and she loved it.
Two could play at this game, Gemma thought and gently laid a hand on Rory’s thigh.
She felt the muscle tense beneath her fingers, and she allowed her hand to caress the smooth fabric as well as the hard muscle beneath her fingers.
At first, she was content to match Rory’s gentle caress of her shoulder, but as Rory’s fingers kept drifting over her neck, Gemma allowed her fingers to wander higher on Rory’s thigh.
She swallowed nervously as Rory’s fingers caressed her neck, causing another bolt of desire to settle on her clit.
She hadn’t been this turned on in ages, and it was an injustice that she was trapped in a box at the opera rather than laid out on Rory’s bed.
A flashback of what had happened the last time they were together poured into her head.
Despite suspecting she was gay from the age of fifteen, Gemma had slept with a couple of boys from the rugby team just to be sure, and it wasn’t until that fateful night with Rory that she fully embraced her lesbianism.
Rory had shown her what a wonderful experience it was having sex with a woman, and Gemma had felt things then that she’d never felt before or since.
Now, with Rory’s scent filling her nose and Rory’s fingers tracing the most delightful patterns across her shoulder, those sensations threatened to overwhelm her again.
Her clit throbbed, and her body cried out for Rory’s touch all over.
This time, however, she wasn’t a shy eighteen-year-old with her first female lover, now she was an experienced twenty-eight-year-old with more women in her rear-view mirror than she cared to admit.
With a smile, she allowed her fingers to caress higher up Rory’s thigh.
As her little finger grazed over the seam of Rory’s trousers, she felt Rory shift awkwardly in her seat and heard a deep intake of breath.
Rory’s fingers then traced a firm line down her exposed back to where her strapless dress sat just under her shoulder blades, and she took another deep breath as a wave of pure lust washed over her.
Emboldened, Gemma pressed firmer into Rory’s centre.
For a moment, she would have sworn that Rory had tipped her hips upward to increase the contact before she sat up sharply.
Rory’s fingers stilled. Gemma pressed her hand firmer to Rory’s centre, and Rory closed her thighs together to trap Gemma’s hand.
Gemma turned her head slightly so she could see Rory out of the corner of her eye, and a smile crossed her lips.
Far from the cool, collected seductress Rory had been portraying, she now looked flustered and totally turned on.
Gemma would have given anything to know what was running through Rory’s head but trapped together in the private box she could say nothing.
It was all at once simultaneously too public and yet too private.
Gemma pulled her hand out from between Rory’s legs and let her hand rest on that hard, muscled thigh again.
Never in all her times of watching Rory run up and down the hockey field did Gemma envision being sat here with her hand pressed to Rory’s centre.
She was about to move her hand back, briefly, the thought of trying to make Rory come flitting through her mind.
Her lips curled up again at the thought, and several naughty scenarios ran around her brain.
Just as she was about to put her plan into action, a round of rapturous applause erupted around them, breaking the spell and intruding into their private moment.
It was loud enough to wake both fathers, and Gemma looked around in time to see her own father clap enthusiastically along with everyone else even though he had not heard a single note of the aria.
Rory had pulled her arm away from Gemma’s shoulders to add her applause to the rest of the theatre, and Gemma felt a shiver waft across her at its loss.
She brought her own hands together and applauded in a daze.
As the clapping died down and the action continued on the stage, Gemma felt Rory’s arm return to her shoulders and the safe cocoon of familiarity surrounded her again.
Rory reached across with her free hand and clasped Gemma’s hand, stopping her from any further exploration.
At the same time, Rory’s head dipped towards her ear and she felt Rory’s warm breath tickle her ear.
“This is safer, don’t you think?”
Gemma looked in wonder at Rory and for a moment pretended not to know what she was saying. It appeared Rory was in just as much danger of combusting under Gemma’s fingers as Gemma was under Rory’s. She whispered back to Rory, “Then stop playing with my neck!”
She pulled back to see Rory’s smile shine at her in the darkness of the theatre.
“Only until we’re alone later,” Rory spoke directly into Gemma’s ear but punctuated her words with a kiss to the delicate skin behind Gemma’s earlobe. That fully combusted Gemma’s brain again, and she was completely unable to concentrate on any of the rest of the performance.