"Change of Lifestyle" -
ŠLynne den Hartog-Smith 2000
"Have you seen the box with the coffee percolator?"
"It should be in with the stuff we've already unpacked. I thought we'd need a cup once we got down to sorting all this mess out."
"Well, it's not here. I've looked everywhere. Damn, this is no fun!"
"Wait a sec., I've found the kettle, would a cup of tea do?"
"I suppose so, I need something. I'm parched! All this dust is making me feel as though my throat's coated with half of the Sahara desert!"
"So, where are the tea bags?"
"I thought you had them?"
"Oh great! And I've got more good news, even if we could find them we'd not be any better off. There's no water!"
"Oh no!! The caretaker promised he'd have the water on by this morning. This is getting to be beyond a joke."
Sinking down onto the floor Helen let out a sigh.
"This is turning into the disaster of the year. No groceries, no water - the maid I engaged hasn't turned up, and when I tried to ring the agency
I discovered our telephone isn't connected either."
"Um, well you probably won't want to hear this right now, but the electricity seems to be off, too!"
"Oh Jeez! That would explain why it's so damned hot in here. This can't be happening. I'm hungry, thirsty, and fed up! Any suggestions? Apart from
screaming in frustration?"
"Well, I guess we could go next door and ask for some help."
"Oh wonderful! I've heard of people borrowing a cup of coffee from the
neighbors, but do you really want to go and knock on a stranger's door
and ask, 'May I borrow coffee, a percolator, some water, and can I plug
this extension cord into your electricity socket? Oh and excuse me, while
I'm here how about some breakfast and the use of your phone?'"
Maggie giggled. "Yeah, put like that it does sort of make us into the
neighbors from hell doesn't it?!!"
"Sheesh...I thought this was supposed to be a luxury villa? Our old two-bedroomed apartment had more luxuries than this place. Even if we did
have to put money in the meter to get electricity and the water came out
brown in the mornings, at least we had water and electricity! I thought
when we won the lottery that it meant the end of all our problems, not the
beginning of them!"
'Oh come on Helen, you're tired, it's not that bad! I'm sure we'll
get this all sorted out soon, and just think, no getting up at 6 am to go
into the diner and wait on sweaty, big mouthed, loose handed louts!! Wow,
come and check out this view! It's beautiful."
Helen pulled herself off the floor and made her way to her friend who
was looking out through the glass doors which covered one whole wall of the
living room. Although the glass was filthy, shading her eyes against the
blazing sun, she could still make out the silver sand which came right up
to the house and the deep green-blue sparkling sea, breaking with little
white flurries of foam on the beach. It was breathtaking, and she supposed
made up for the irritations they were experiencing with the interior of the
villa. This had been her idea of a dream house ever since she had been a
little girl. She'd always thought that it would remain a dream, until that
moment when Fortune had smiled on her for the first time in her life and
she and Maggie had discovered that they were the owners of the winning
ticket in the state lottery.
That had been six months ago, and suddenly they had entered into the
high powered Kingdom of the Rich. Immediately their circle of friends had
increased tenfold and they had been flung into a frenzy of easy living.
Anything that could be bought for money was theirs, including it seemed
quite a few men. In the beginning it had been great. Life was one continual
party and they certainly made the most of it, visiting the most expensive
clubs and restaurants, and wearing exclusive designer clothes. They had
both felt like princesses.
But when the novelty wore off and the dazzle of hedonism had faded from
their eyes they began to notice the down side of their existence. Money
talks, and no one seemed to argue with it. After a while both women
realized the hypocrisy of a lot of the crowd they were mixing with. In fact
they soon found they were slotting the people into categories.
There were those who were rich and were curious about these two
ex-waitresses who had now entered their exclusive circle. These were the
ones whom they would catch whispering when they entered the room. The men
in this category seemed to enjoy their naivety, saying how refreshing it
was, but after a while they noticed their, sometimes, not so subtle efforts
to change them into the more acceptable stereotype of a woman with money.
The women on the other hand didn't even bother to disguise their feelings.
It was obvious that they thought that the girls were out of place there and
catty remarks were the order of the day.
Those on the other hand who didn't have the money were perhaps even worse.
Helen and Maggie saw more gigolos in that six months than they ever
believed existed. It wasn't the women that these men loved, it was their
Finally the day came when both girls decided that this wasn't what they
wanted. Surely there were better ways of enjoying the money they had won
without this constant worry that it was the only thing about them that
really interested these people?
That is when they had decided to leave the whirl of social materialism and
find somewhere where they could be happy with themselves and their new
life. This villa had seemed to be the answer. OK, their neighbors would be
rich too, but surely it would be possible to keep themselves to themselves
and find a way of life that suited them?
Money solved a lot of problems, but they hadn't realized how many new ones
"Ah well" Helen sighed to herself. "Who said life was easy, with or without
But now they had a more immediate problem, what to do to get their new home
functioning? And where could they find something to eat and drink? Helen
decided to check out the kitchen. The refrigerator was supposed to be
stocked, but, opening the door, all she could find were four bottles of
lukewarm lager that probably belonged to the caretaker. . "Oh well, beggars can't be choosers," she thought, and it certainly
wouldn't be the first time they had drunk tepid beer.
"Come on Maggie. Let's drown our sorrows!!"
Two bottles of beer each wasn't a lot but it was just enough to put them in
a better mood.
"Hmmm...well they didn't last long did they?" And I'm still thirsty...What
"Well" said Helen, opening her suitcase "I have actually got a bottle of
champagne here. It was meant for a house-warming party, but I guess the
house isn't going to get any warmer than it is at the moment, so why
not?!"Both girls' giggles turned into floods of laughter when Helen
inexpertly opened the bottle and soaked both of them with the warm bubbly
"Hey watch it! Don't waste it! It's all that stands between us and
dehydration! And what's more, I'm now even stickier than I was!!"
It was true that both of the girls clothes were now sticking to them in a
most unpleasant fashion.
"Come on" said Maggie, "Let's go for a swim and get ourselves cleaned up"
"That's a great idea but I've no idea where our swimming suits are."
"Who cares!! After all, it is a private beach, no-one can see us."
"Maggie!! Are you suggesting we go skinny dipping?!!"
"Yeah, why not? We've never done it before, and this is an ideal
"Hmmm, well I guess it's something I've always had a sneaking desire to
do!! Why not?" Before she could change her mind she shrugged off her
sundress and was standing in her skimpy black bra and pants. Maggie, not to
be outdone, followed her lead, to reveal a low cut lacy white bra and
matching pants. Both girls giggled.
"What next?" asked Helen. "Actually I suppose we could leave these on, they
don't look a lot different to a bikini." In fact, to be honest she
realized that she was a little embarrassed at the thought of getting
completely naked with Maggie. Although they'd shared an apartment for three
years she couldn't ever recall having seen Maggie completely nude.
"What's the point? They'll get all salty and sandy, and seeing as we
haven't got any water to rinse them out in they'll be ruined. Anyway
there's only the two of us here." On saying this she unclipped
her bra and stepped out of her panties.
Helen couldn't help staring at her friend's naked body. She knew that
Maggie had a great figure, tall and slim, but she hadn't realized quite
how beautiful it was until this minute. She noticed that Maggie's small
breasts were tipped with dark nipples which, probably because of their
sudden contact with the air, were now erect and hard. But the most
surprising thing was her total lack of pubic hair. Helen gasped and
blurted out "You never told me you shaved!!"
Maggie laughed. "Well, it's not the sort of subject that usually comes
up in day to day conversation is it? Helen realized that Maggie was looking
at her with a strange expression on her face. "And it seems you've been
keeping a secret from me, too."
"Sorry? What secret?" Helen realized that Maggie was staring at her navel.
"Oh - you mean my piercing?! I only got it done a couple of weeks ago.'
"Why didn't you tell me about it?"
"Well, I wasn't too sure about it myself. And it really looked a mess in
the beginning. What do you think of it?"
"I think it's great. You're so lucky to have an inny. Wish I did!" Slowly
Maggie reached out her hand and traced the outline of the metal ring. In
doing so her finger brushed against the sensitive skin of the other girl's
stomach and Helen gasped. Since they had first started sharing a flat
together Helen had known about Maggie's sexual preferences, but there had
never been any sexual attraction between them. At least none that Helen had
been aware of. Yet now she saw an expression on Maggie's face that she had
never seen there before. She looked down at Maggie's hand that was now
resting on her belly. Her immediate instinct was to pull away, but for some
reason she didn't.
Encourages by her friend's reaction Maggie whispered, "Does that feel good?"
Weakly, Helen nodded.
"Do you want me to go on? I think you'd like it." She saw Helen's
hesitation and quickly continued, "Not that I want you to be my permanent
lover or anything like that. But you must admit, it would probably relax
both of us, and, it can be fun!! Just think of it as an experience you
should at least try once in your life,. Hey...and, if you don't like it,
you never have to do it again!!" She reached out and caressed Helen's
Helen felt she ought to stop this before it went any further, but
suddenly she was curious to know what it was like to make love with another
woman. She gripped Maggie's hand, and still she didn't know what she was
going to do. Then she realized that she was gently stroking her friend's
hand, and it seemed she had made her decision.
Maggie smiled "Thatta girl!! It's really not all that bad you know!! After
all, who better to pleasure a woman's body than another woman?!!" And
gently she pressed her lips to Helen's, whilst her hand began to caress her
Helen still wasn't sure about this, but it seemed that it was too late
to change her mind and she tentatively reached out her own hand to touch
Maggie. It was so strange to feel another woman's lips on her mouth and to
touch a breast that wasn't her own. But she had to admit that Maggie's
touch was doing things to her body which she'd never have thought possible.
No woman has seen her naked since the schoolgirl days of sports changing
rooms. Even then, when the first signs of her developing womanhood became
apparent, she would try to hide them from inquisitive, comparing eyes. She
was apprehensive of what was about to happen.
Maggie's body pressed against hers and she felt long fingernails gently
tracing a path along her skin, causing her to draw in her breath. She
found she did not dislike the sensation. In fact it was extremely
pleasurable and, as if to emphasize this, her body reacted to the touch and
she could feel her nipples hardening.
She willed the hands, now exploring the sides of her breasts, to travel
further and when Maggie squeezed her nipples between her fingertips Helen
felt the muscles in her stomach contract and her body shuddered. The
pressure increased and a low moan escaped her lips.
She felt Maggie's hard nipples against her skin and realized she was
excited too and, without knowing why, the idea pleased her.
The sensation of hot breath on her neck made her shiver and she was amazed
at the way her body was reacting. She would never have imagined that a
woman could do that to her.
Maggie's hands were soft and gentle, as they turned Helen round to face her
and Helen knew she didn't want her to stop. When Maggie's lips encircled
her nipple she found herself pushing her breast against her face. "Oh that
feels good," she whispered.
"I can make it feel even better" smiled Maggie. "Lie down and open your legs."
Helen hesitated for an instant. She'd let very few men do that, and now she
was going to let a woman do it? Even if it was her best friend it was a
hell of a step to take. Somehow she felt almost the way she had felt when
she had lost her virginity. In a way she supposed this was a bit similar,
another first, but one she had never expected to experience.
Then she was lying on her back and Maggie's tongue was working magic on her
clit. At first she resisted the feeling building up inside of her, her
nervousness wouldn't let her relax, but when Maggie suddenly stopped she
almost cried out in frustration. She realized that Maggie had picked up the
champagne bottle and was saying "Might as well take advantage of this
champagne." Filling her mouth with the bubbly liquid she placed her lips on
Helen's and as they kissed she slowly let it run out onto Helen's tongue.
Helen's first incongruous thought as they exchanged the fluid was, "Oh my
God, I shall have to swallow!" Now that was something new.
She didn't have much time to think about it though as Maggie was now
dribbling the champagne over her clit. The bubbles popped like so many
miniature balloons and Helen bucked her hips in desire. When Maggie's
tongue began lapping up the cocktail of champagne and her juices Helen just
couldn't bear the feeling of hanging on the edge any more and finally she
let go, allowing a shuddering orgasm to wash over her. As she came she
pressed her pussy hard against her friend's mouth, and felt Maggie's tongue
enter her. It felt wonderful.
Laying next to her friend, her breathing gradually slowing down, she
tentatively reached out her hand and stroked Maggie's breast. Strangely
enough she was finding this far more difficult than anything that had gone
before. What if she couldn't give Maggie the pleasure she had given her? It
wasn't as if she was experienced at this. Yet not to do it would have been
selfish, and that was not one of Helen's shortcomings. With trepidation, she filled her mouth with the last of the champagne. However, as she
attempted to repeat Maggie's actions, the bubbles went straight up her
nose, and she sneezed. She was mortified, but realized that Maggie, far
from being upset, was doubled up laughing! "Oh, if you could see your
face!" she giggled. "This is supposed to be fun you know! You look as if
you've just failed an exam or something!" At these words Helen relaxed, and
began to laugh too.
"Really, if you're not comfortable with it, don't feel obliged to return
the favour. I know it's not exactly your thing! To be quite honest I was
surprised you went this far!"
It would have been easy for Helen to accept this way out, but she was never
the one to take the easy course, and if she was going to undergo a new
experience then she was not the type to stop halfway.
She needn't have worried. As her tongue licked around Maggie's pussy, and
she tasted another woman for the first time, her friend grasped hold of her
head and yelled "Yes...oh yes...that's just how I like it -
you've got a magic tongue you know!...Oh I'm going to cum...lick me
sweetie... make me cum... yes... like that...now faster... aarrgghhh!...YEEEESSSSS!! I'M CUMMING!!!"
Five minutes later, when they had both got their breath back, Maggie said,
"Now that wasn't too bad was it?!!"
"It certainly wasn't. In fact I'd say it was very good," and she grinned.
"Hey, what about that skinny dip now? I've certainly worked up a sweat, and
seeing as there's no bath water it seems to be the only practical
alternative, don't you think?!!"
Laughing, both girls rushed out of the house, across the sands and
into the warm waiting waves.
ŠLynne den Hartog 2000