The Bermuda Triangle

Chapter 5

"I swear, it is the strangest thing, miss - you've got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing!"

"Maybe I am. Maybe that’s a good thing?"

Gwyneth and Rose Tyler - The Unquiet Dead by Mark Gatiss

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Rose sat, her breathing heavy, but otherwise as still as a statue. Her eyes were wide, and she looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

“Yeah, me too,” was all she managed to say.

After another short silence, Jackie leaned in toward Rose, who instinctively recoiled as the one tiny sober part of her brain screamed at her to stop. Jackie reacted with surprise and confusion, but then a look of understanding slowly appeared on her face.

“Right,” she said. “Of course. Sorry. I guess that was just a —”

Before the word ‘mistake’ could pass Jackie’s lips, her sentence was cut off by Rose’s hand turning her head toward her, before the girl leaned forward abruptly. Placing her hands on Jackie’s shoulders, Rose pushed her down onto her back and lay on top of her.

Jackie was able to let out a small gasp before Rose’s lips met hers once again. This time the kiss was deeper and less clumsy, more sensual. Jackie ran her fingers through Rose’s hair before moving her hand down to her backside.

Rose didn’t know what the hell she was doing. She felt as if she were having an out-of-body experience, as if she were looking down from above on some bizarre perversion than was completely inexplicable. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her face felt flushed. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but some uncontrollable feeling forced her to proceed, as if some miscreant urge to see how far she could go controlled her actions. On top of that, there was an undeniable attraction as well as a drunken desire to express her love for Jackie in a way that society wouldn’t normally allow.

For she was Rose Tyler.

She had travelled through time and space, seen and done so many things. She had looked into the heart of the TARDIS, absorbed the energy of the Time vortex and obliterated a Dalek fleet, and she now felt as if she could do anything. Somehow, the nature of what they were doing excited her, and was extremely titillating; the thought that she was breaking not one but two sexual taboos almost sent her over the edge. She wanted this, she realised. She wanted to break all the rules.

She felt Jackie’s hand grasp her right buttock and squeeze, as the pair writhed on the sofa, all the while kissing and sucking on each other’s lips.

Jackie wriggled underneath Rose, and Rose moved down to her neck, planting small kisses on it as the girl moaned with pleasure.

Both women could feel their desire rising with each kiss, and Rose wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold out as long as usual this time. This wasn’t going to be just any lovemaking session, she knew.

It had been a long time for Jackie, for she had not been with anyone since Pete, and she felt exhilarated, but also scared. She had never gone all the way with a woman, and she hadn’t the slightest idea whether she was going to be any good.

Pushing such negative thoughts aside, Jackie moved her hands to Rose’s waist and tugged at her top, which actually belonged to Jackie herself, and she had happily loaned it to her house-guest. She started to pull the white top up Rose’s body, and the girl responded by sitting up and helping her along with it.

Rose pulled her top over her head and shook her hair free before reaching around her back and unhooking her bra. Jackie sat up, so that they sat facing each other with Rose now straddling her, and placed her hands on Rose’s shoulders. Rose looked at Jackie lustfully, intoxicated by the scent of her perfume, which awakened a childhood memory long forgotten...

“Let me,” Jackie said quietly, and Rose gladly allowed her to hook her thumbs underneath her straps and deftly remove the bra. Jackie took in the sight of Rose’s bare breasts, and Rose had to smile as Jackie actually licked her lips in anticipation.

Jackie ran her hands lightly over Rose’s hardened nipples, and then leaned forward and took Rose’s right breast in her mouth.

The feeling was almost indescribable as Jackie swirled her tongue around Rose’s nipple and then, when Rose was least expecting it, flicked her tongue over it. She then moved to Rose’s left breast and spent a few minutes doing the same. Rose gasped and occasionally made small whimpering noises, and Jackie smiled, seemingly confident in the knowledge that she was doing a good job.

Rose suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to get out of her jeans — which Jackie had also loaned her — for she now found them uncomfortable against her sweaty skin. Her knickers were clinging to her as her arousal continued to grow.

As if reading her mind, Jackie’s hands moved to the top button of her jeans. Having quickly unbuttoned them, she shakily grabbed Rose’s zip between thumb and forefinger, and slowly began to unzip the jeans.

Agonizingly slowly…

Come on… Rose thought.

Eventually, Jackie opened the fly, and then moved her right hand to Rose’s belly button. She caressed Rose’s tummy, circling her fingers around the navel, before teasing her way down to her waist. She placed the tip of her finger under the elastic waistband of Rose’s underwear.

Rose let out an impatient moan. She usually enjoyed foreplay, but this time she found herself just wanting to get to the good stuff.

Jackie ran her finger along the inside of the waistband, and then slowly pulled it away from the skin, letting the air down there for a brief, tantalising moment before letting go and allowing the elastic to snap back.

Rose rolled her eyes in exasperation, but then Jackie motioned for her to lie back. She did so, and Jackie finally pulled off Rose’s jeans, Rose helping her by lifting her bottom off the sofa. Jackie took Rose’s socks off along with the jeans, and then returned to finish the job by hooking her two index fingers back into the waistband of Rose’s knickers and swiftly yanked them down and off.

Finally… Rose breathed a sigh of relief, and in a see-saw motion, sat up and pushed Jackie back down onto her back, giving her little time to take in the sight. Jackie sat with her legs apart — tantalisingly giving Rose a good view up her skirt. Rose quickly pulled Jackie’s top up over her head. Jackie seemed mesmerized by the sight of Rose’s naked form, and neither objected to nor helped Rose to strip off her own top and bra.

Rose was mostly shaved - something that Jackie had never seen before - and what little pubic hair remained barely concealed her cleft, and betrayed the fact that the woman was naturally about as blonde as she herself was. Jackie stared, entranced by the sight of the other woman's nearly hairless mound and, almost instinctively, reached out and touched it. It felt smooth, and wrong somehow, as if she were somehow more naked than naked, and for a moment it seemed to give the impression of her being under-age. She ran her fingernail down along Rose's cleft until she reached her labia, and then stopped and withdrew her hand, teasingly.

Rose shivered lightly, and closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them Jackie was smiling seductively, and Rose faltered for a moment as she glanced down and took in the sight of Jackie’s breasts, clearly betraying as much arousal as her own. She had not seen the woman in the nude since she had been very little, when Jackie had occasionally bathed them together or when they had shared a changing cubicle at the leisure centre, and she now experienced a very strange awakening of that childlike sensation, of being close to her, yet simultaneously discovering something entirely new.

Rose’s hands were shaking as she cupped and fondled Jackie’s breasts, and then moved in to take them both in turn as Jackie had done to her. She latched onto Jackie’s left nipple with her mouth, which struck her as being disturbingly similar to a breastfeeding motion.

If only she knew…

They fumbled around a little, but what they lacked in experience they made up for with enthusiasm and passion. Rose spent a few minutes exploring Jackie’s breasts, licking around and over her erect nipples and flicking them with her tongue, before deciding to venture south and move her hands up Jackie’s skirt, hooking her hands into the waistband of her underwear.

They made eye contact again. Jackie’s pupils were dilated, and her smile clearly invited Rose to proceed. She pulled down Jackie’s knickers, and Jackie wriggled out of them. Jackie then quickly and impatiently took off her skirt without any fanfare. Rose had to snigger as Jackie tossed away the garment, discarding it carelessly. Jackie laughed as well, then stopped for a second to savour the moment, as apparently did Rose.

This was it. It wasn’t exactly too late to back out, but neither of them really wanted to.

Jackie looked long and hard at ‘Rachel’, at her beautiful face, her wide smile, her full lips, her golden hair and complexion so much like her own. In many ways it was like looking in a mirror.

This felt right.

They hugged, and Jackie planted a big kiss on Rose’s cheek and looked her in the eye. "Come on,” she smiled, and stood up and held out her hand. Rose took it, and Jackie felt how shaky and cold and clammy her hand was.

If it was even possible, Jackie considered that Rachel seemed even more nervous than she. Suddenly her confidence leapt up a notch.

Rose stood up and allowed Jackie to lead her to her bedroom. Feeling a little light-headed from the drink, they both stumbled a little on the way, giggling as they did so. Jackie's room looked exactly as Rose remembered it from her early childhood, with hairdressing equipment cluttering the dressing table and a few posters of contemporary pop acts adorning the walls. Clearly it wouldn’t change much in the next few years. Rose paused in the doorway as Jackie let go of her hand and moved toward the bed.

She sat down on the bed and, her body language undeniably coquettish, patted the sheets next to her.

Clutching her teddy, Rose stared at mummy from the doorway. She sat on the bed, wearing a wide smile and holding a big book.

“Come here Rose,” mummy said, patting the bed next to her.

Rose shivered as a chill passed through her. She looked at Jackie sitting on the bed, wearing a wide smile and nothing else, and closed her eyes, trying to shake the thought from her mind.

“Rachel?” Jackie said, her smile fading.

Rose shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said unconvincingly.

“You’re not having second thoughts are you?”

Looking at the worried expression on Jackie’s face, she shook her head again, more assertively this time.

“No, I’m not,” she replied, allowing a small smile to play across her face. Then, without warning, she ran toward Jackie and practically jumped on top of her. Jackie yelped in surprise and delight as Rose tickled her down onto her back. Jackie screamed with laughter and tickled her in return. The two women giggled as Jackie yanked back the bedclothes and they moved up the bed and got in under the covers.

Rose then lay on top of Jackie once again, their flesh tingling. Rose kissed Jackie softly on the lips, before planting small kisses down her body… her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She swirled her tongue around Jackie’s navel, as she had done to her, and then kissed her way down past her waist to the soft, delicate curls at her crotch.

Jackie lay with her legs open and arched in an 'M' shape, as if she were about to give birth, and Rose now lay on her front with her head between the woman's legs.

Rose gently stroked her fingers along Jackie’s inner thigh, teasing her way toward her sex. Jackie whimpered and sighed in anticipation, and Rose smiled as she began to stroke the girl’s clitoris. Jackie’s whole body reacted as though she had been subjected to a small electric shock. She wriggled about on the bed, clutching the bedclothes for dear life as Rose spent a few minutes stroking and massaging Jackie’s clit before switching tactics and starting to lick her out.

Jackie moaned as Rose continued to swirl the tip of her tongue over her most sensitive place, stopping occasionally for breath. After a little while, Rose turned to fingering Jackie, inserting two fingers into her vagina and massaging her G spot. As she pumped her fingers in and out of Jackie, Rose latched her mouth onto Jackie’s clit, and began to hum softly, causing a vibration that sent shock-waves throughout the girl’s body. Jackie continued to writhe on the bed, gasping, moaning, and occasionally crying out in pleasure as Rose hummed louder. It was a technique she had heard about from a lesbian school friend called Jenna, whom Rose hadn’t seen in about five years, but she offered a silent thank you to Jenna now.

What I wouldn’t give for the Sonic Screwdriver right now, she thought wickedly, as she explored the place from which she had been born.

Rose sucked Jackie's clit hard until Jackie suddenly screamed out as her first orgasm hit her like a hundred-foot wave, which surprised Rose as she’d never had her mother down as a screamer.

Her mother…

No. She denied the thought.

Rose crawled up the bed and kissed Jackie again. Jackie wrapped her arms around Rose and eagerly kissed her back, tasting herself on the girl’s lips. Rose broke off the kiss and lay still on top of Jackie, resting her head on the woman’s heaving breasts as Jackie closed her eyes. They lay still for a few minutes with their bodies entwined, waiting for the comedown to subside.

Now it’s my turn, Jackie thought, and she giggled as she rolled Rose over onto her back and began planting small kisses down the length of her body.

Rose closed her eyes as she felt Jackie arrive at her…Oh God! In her mind, she screamed as the tip of Jackie’s tongue touched her clit, sending a shock through her body. Aloud, she merely gasped as she gripped the bedclothes. Jackie ran her fingernail along Rose's cleft before sliding her middle finger between her swollen labia and spreading her wide open. She then spent a few minutes licking and stroking her lover's clit, occasionally pinching and flicking, and then finally inserting two fingers into Rose’s hot, soaked passage and rapidly pumping them in and out as far as they could go as she continued to lick.

“Oh God, yeah… Fuck me!” Rose gasped. Her voice was barely a whisper.

The word sent a shiver through Jackie. To hear it in that sweet, innocent voice was shocking and yet thrilling. She couldn’t help but smile as she continued to do as she was told, alternately caressing her lover’s clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her. Tentatively, she then withdrew from Rose's pussy and slid her fingers lower, keeping skin contact along the perineum until she reached Rose's anus. She teased by circling her finger around the small, puckered opening before taking a deep breath and inserting the tip of her index finger just inside, with Rose's own fluid on her finger acting as a lubricant.

Rose's eyes snapped open. Oh God... she thought, and involuntarily tightened her sphincter. Jackie pushed in a bit deeper, and Rose started to open a little more for her. It wasn't the most comfortable sensation at first, but after a minute she began to find it strangely exciting having gotten used to it. Oooooohhh... “That feels good,” she whispered.

Jackie grinned, and continued to work her finger into Rose's tight asshole, while pumping the fingers of her other hand into her vagina. The double penetration was new to Rose, and her heart missed beats as she relished the sensation. Then it was over, and Jackie was suddenly rubbing her lover's sex so rapidly that her hand was almost a blur.

The only sounds in the room now were those of Jackie’s fingers at work and Rose's heavy breathing and high-pitched moaning.

The ancient bed springs creaked as Jackie shifted on the bed and returned to her oral technique. Rose began to moan louder and louder as she came, grabbing Jackie’s head as she did so and pushing her deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she experienced what was quite possibly the most intense orgasm of her life. It was unusual for her to be brought to climax that way, for she usually only managed to come through clitoral stimulation alone.

Jackie licked Rose's cum from her lips and then did as Rose had done, kissing her way up Rose's body until she reached her lips. Each small kiss sent shivers through Rose as her skin tingled. They then kissed each other passionately, Rose still able to taste herself, before spending about twenty minutes in a silent embrace. Rose curled her fingers around Jackie’s golden hair as they relaxed, basking in the afterglow, before Jackie had a wicked idea. She whispered conspiratorially in Rose’s ear.

A wicked grin spread across Rose’s face, and she giggled as she got up into a sitting position facing the headboard. Jackie did the same, facing Rose. Supporting herself with her arms, Rose bucked her hips off the bed and entwined her legs around Jackie’s in a scissor position. Jackie felt a surge like lightning inside as she too lifted her bottom off the bed, and almost started to come again immediately as her clit made contact with Rose’s. Rose pushed against her lover, grinding her pussy against Jackie’s. They rubbed against each other for several minutes, eventually moving into an embrace, still with their legs entwined. Rose alternated between maintaining eye contact with Jackie — with Jackie staring back at her with pupils fully dilated — and closing her eyes and throwing her head back whenever the sensation got to be too much. The sweat was dripping from them now, and Rose felt as hot as a furnace. She was close to coming again.

Very close…

She could sense that so, too, was Jackie. Rose instinctively moved her hand down to Jackie’s sex, and returned to stroking her clit, stopping only to occasionally flick her finger across it, making Jackie groan and gasp. Jackie returned the action, and as Rose inserted her fingers, so too did Jackie. This mutual masturbation continued for about a minute, then as Rose kept pumping her fingers in and out of Jackie in a steady rhythm, Jackie merely held her fingers in place while Rose moved over them rhythmically.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jackie cried out in ecstasy, swiftly followed by Rose. They screamed together as they came and came, Rose continuing to hump Jackie's hand, experiencing her very first ejaculation as she did so, squirting a waterfall as her body squirmed uncontrollably in spasms for what seemed like forever.

Rose had seen all kinds of wonderful things; nebulae… supernovae… she had seen the universe, but nothing had prepared her for this moment, this feeling. Now she really saw stars.

Mummy…

“Rose…” Jackie gasped softly.

Rose gasped, but then realised as she fell to Earth that the word had not been aimed at her. The sound of a child crying filled the air. They froze with the sudden realisation that they had woken up the poor infant. They stared into each other’s eyes as little Rose continued to cry.

Eventually, Jackie forced herself to move. She moved away from Rose, slowly moved off the bed and made her way toward the door, upon which was hung her dressing gown. She put it on and, with an apologetic look, made her way to Rose’s room.

Rose suddenly became aware that she was crying. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving, and listened…

“Hello, baby girl,” she heard Jackie whisper calmly and soothingly. “Shh, darling, it’s OK… Shh, sweetheart.”

Little Rose calmed down almost immediately and stopped crying, apparently content to settle once again. Rose closed her eyes tightly, and began to sob quietly as the room started to spin.
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Jackie placed her daughter down in her cot, having rocked her gently back to sleep. She sighed, both with regret that Rose had been woken up — poor thing wouldn’t have had a clue what was going on, thankfully — and relief that Arthur Utterson hadn’t come knocking on the front door. Clearly the girl was too tired to cause too much of a fuss. She crept out of the room and tip toed back to her own, where she found Rachel curled up in a foetal position on the bed, apparently sound asleep. The air was musky now, and the sound of Rachel’s heavy breathing filled the air.

Jackie smiled. She grabbed the bedclothes, which were now halfway to being on the floor, and draped them over the girl, tucking her in before gently planting a kiss on her forehead. She then removed her dressing gown, and climbed into bed. Being careful not to wake up her lover, she wrapped her arms around her and soon fell asleep.
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