Part TEN

Finishing the last of her wine, Jasmine glanced at the clock and realised she'd stayed much longer than she had planned, having only originally intended to stay long enough for the father and daughter to get things off their chests. But she had become sucked into the warm, family atmosphere that she had sorely missed in recent years; only realising herself, this very evening, just how much she'd missed it. But it was now well into the evening, the night had even drawn in, and she was eager to see how Debbie was.

Thanking Laurel for the delicious meal, she said her goodbyes one by one and thanked them all for the thoroughly enjoyable evening, promising to stop by again soon as she gave her grandpa a hug.

Waving as she left, with a warm smile gracing her face, she turned to make her way back to Tug Ghyll. Despite enjoying the evening, much to her surprise, she castigated herself about leaving Debbie for so long. She knew her friend was someone who was more than capable of handling herself, but she had also come to learn that she wasn't as invincible as the feisty young girl liked to think. A myriad of thoughts started to run through her head from the evening's revelations, and she wondered how to broach the subjects when she saw Debbie.

Debbie. Just thinking her name made her heart flutter.

'God, maybe I'm the soppy one after all,' she muttered to herself, failing to notice the sound of an engine spring into life.

It was only when a voice called out to her, did she focus on the BMW creeping along just behind her.

'So – you and our Debs, eh?'

Jasmine turned to see Cain, and quickly looked back to the vicarage to make sure her grandpa had gone back inside before walking over towards the car; her eyes furtively glancing around for onlookers before she spoke.

'Look, I don't know what's going on with you and Debbie, but...'

'Unlike me,' he interrupted, 'made me sick seeing what was going on between you and 'er.'

The young girl flushed at the memory of him catching them together. 'I'm sorry you had to find out about us that way, but can't you just be hap–'

'No. Don't ask me to be happy for 'er. Do you really think people round 'ere will want to see you two parading around together? Not that it'll last. She's a little slut...'

'Don't talk about her like that!' Jasmine snapped, interrupting Cain's diatribe.

'Well, what else would you call someone who got herself knocked up at fourteen, eh? You really haven't got a clue, have ya?'

'God, what is your problem? She's your daughter!' she bit back, growing more annoyed with the attitude Debbie's father was displaying. Clearly there was no talking to this man and she promptly turned on her heel and started to walk away.

A snarl from the engine startled her into picking up her pace a little as the car followed closely behind.

She ignored him as she walked, determined not to let him get to her. But then her heart leapt into her mouth as the deathly-black car swerved into her path, stopping her in her tracks.

'Now, now, don't be walking away when I'm trying to talk to ya,' he started. 'Especially when I'm trying to be nice,' he added with sarcasm.

'Nice?' she scoffed, trying to disguise her rising panic, looking ahead to towards Tug Ghyll.

'I'm warning you–Jas.'

Refusing to listen to anything he had to say, she made a dash around the car and started to walk briskly towards the gate.

Cain laughed as he watched her.

'She's got spunk, Debs, I'll give you that,' he muttered to himself, purposely revving the engine.

The car seemed to roar with rage at her as she walked away, causing her to stumble slightly. Growing more uncomfortable with the situation she walked faster, but it felt as though that no matter how quickly she walked, the gate wasn't getting any closer. Only after what seemed an absolute age, did she reach it, as her heart pounded against her chest, while she desperately scrabbled around for the latch.

Cain pulled up next to her and sat smirking as he watched the girl fumble. Enjoying the effect he was having on her.

'Y'know Jas, I'd stay away from 'er if I were you – before you get hurt.'

Ignoring him, she finally managed to swing the gate open, shutting it securely behind her and backing away as he spoke. When her eyes finally met his, he simply threw her one of his devilishly evil grins before slamming his foot on the accelerator and speeding off.

Her back came to rest against the cold wood of the front door, her nerves starting to die down along with her trembling, as she took long deep breaths. She let her head lean back against the woodwork, closing her eyes.

'Jesus Christ.'

Once she had composed herself, Jasmine eagerly knocked on the door, now even more concerned about Debbie, hoping that she was okay.

She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye as the living room blinds twitched, and after a few moments the door eventually opened. All thoughts of Debbie's dad immediately flew from her mind when she saw the girl's face; it was obvious that she had been crying and she chastised herself for not coming back sooner.

Standing to one side, Debbie let Jasmine in, where she walked through into the dimly lit room. She spotted a bottle of wine on the coffee table that was on the verge of being nicely polished off, then as she moved closer she saw a photograph lying on the couch. As Debbie closed the doors behind her, Jasmine walked over and picked up the photograph, kicking off her shoes as she settled onto the sofa.

She had been right. She was looking once again at the photo of her friend with the young blonde haired girl. Debbie watched Jasmine carefully as she took a seat next to her, eyes searching for any hint of disdain on the girl's face.

Jasmine heard a deep, ragged sigh come from Debbie, before she spoke.

'She'll be four next month.'

Her voice, once again, was fragile with emotion. Jasmine turned to look at the heart-rending face of her partner. She looked like she'd gone through hell tonight – and she hadn't been there for her.

'Debbie -- she's beautiful. Just like her mum,' she said, smiling softly as she handed the photograph back to her, pleased to see Debbie take some comfort from her words. 'Come here,' she added as she raised her arm up, inviting Debbie to cuddle up to her, wanting to comfort and reassure her friend that she didn't think badly of her.

Once they were settled, Debbie told Jasmine the story about her daughter and her decision to give her away, along with her concerns over her resurfacing feelings. They both started opening up about their families; Jasmine with the death of her mother and the fallout with her father, and Debbie, about her own eventful upbringing, or lack of.

Tears were shed by both girls during their long conversation, and both in turn comforted the other with kisses upon brows and reassuring squeezes as they spoke, until they ended up stretched out on the sofa snuggled up together, just enjoying the intimacy. Debbie held up the photo again, both sets of eyes falling on the picture; with Jasmine looking on as Debbie stroked Sarah's face with her thumb.

After hearing the young Dingle talk about her daughter, it was clear just how misunderstood the girl in her arms really was. Ashley had painted a picture of a manipulative and devious girl, yet she saw no sign of that within her. Not once had Debbie ever made Jasmine think there was anything false or underhand about her. Actually she found her to be, one of the most genuine people she'd met.

She was clearly experiencing a whole different side to her – one that no-one else, unfortunately, ever seemed to witness. Debbie had allowed herself to become extremely vulnerable with the new person in her life and for Jasmine, in that moment, it really started to hit home just how much trust her friend had placed in her.

Looking down at Debbie as her hand idly stroked her hair, occasionally running soft strands through her fingertips, she decided that she really didn't care about her past, for that is what it was – the past. The Debbie she knew, was funny, tender and incredibly loving, and she wasn't about to give that up for anything – or anyone.

'Would it bother you?' The Dingle asked, looking up at her, interrupting Jasmine from her thoughts.

'Would what bother me?' she replied, a little confused.

'If I ever tried to get access?'

'Debbie. She's your daughter. She's part of you. Why would you wanting to be part of her life again, bother me?'

'Some people might find it a bit scary, being with someone who's got a kid – especially at our age,' Debbie quietly replied.

'I meant what I said the other day. I'm not going anywhere. And...it's not Sarah that concerns me; if anything, Debs, it's your dad.'

'Ugh, ignore Cain. It's just his goal in life to try and ruin mine. Besides, I don't think we'll be seeing much of him in future.'

'What makes you say that?' Jasmine asked, wondering if she should say anything about her earlier encounter.

Debbie shrugged. 'I just told him a few home truths. I told him to fuck off and that he wasn't wanted. He doesn't give a shit about me anyway.'

'But you're his daughter.'

'So?' Debbie countered, moving out of Jasmine's embrace as she sat up. 'Jasmine, he hates me. He'll never forgive me for what I did. Anyway, I don't care what he thinks of me, what anyone thinks of me – except you.' The last was spoken much softer, as an air of vulnerability crept in to her voice. Debbie took hold of Jasmine's hand before continuing. 'Your opinion is the only one that matters to me. I'm so sorry about today, he has a knack for ruining everything.'

'So don't let him then.'

Seeing Debbie's confusion, she sat up and placed a delicate kiss on her girlfriend's lips.

Taking the photograph from Debbie, she got to her feet and walked over towards the mantelpiece and started rearranging the photographs that lay there; putting the picture of Debbie and Sarah in its new pride of place, as the centre piece. Giving the frame another tweak, making sure it was dead centre, she briefly glanced over her shoulder before speaking.

'There. How does that look?' she asked, not noticing the look of adoration being sent her way from the Dingle, as she continued to fuss.

'It looks like I've got a girlfriend with OCD,' Debbie whispered, having quickly crept up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist.

Jasmine chuckled lightly, relishing the feeling of having Debbie so close, with her body pressed against her. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations as Debbie trailed her lips against her skin, kissing along her neck. She tingled slightly as a whisper tickled her ear again.

'You have no idea how glad I am that I met you.'

The words sent a shudder down Jasmine's spine, as Debbie nuzzled against her, breathing in the fruity scent of her hair. Jasmine turned, wrapping her own arms around the Dingle as she looked intently into her eyes, as though searching for something, pulling her in closer.

'See? Definitely a soppy bugger.'

The two girls chuckled, as they gazed lovingly at each other for a few moments, and Debbie slowly leant in for a kiss.

'I love you,' she whispered before their lips met. The caresses of their lips, tender in their motions, yet eventually becoming hungrier, their kisses deepening as the girls' passions started to take over. Jasmine slowly ran her hands down Debbie's back and eased her fingers underneath her top, lightly trailing them over soft skin before gripping the flesh and easing her weight against the taller girl. She guided her backwards as fingers entangled themselves in her hair, their heady kisses becoming more heated.

By the time Debbie realised that she could feel something against the back of her legs, Jasmine's momentum had caused her to lose her balance and fall backwards onto the couch. A snort of laughter came from Jasmine as she watched her friend fall, her eyebrows shooting up before she clamped a hand to her mouth. Debbie merely gave her a wry smile before quickly grabbing her hand and tugging the sniggering girl towards her, causing Jasmine to squeal as she lost her own balance. Her arms flailed as they reached out to stop her fall, coming to rest on the back of the sofa either side of Debbie's head. Once she steadied herself, she became aware of the sudden compromising position she was in; kneeling either side of Debbie's thighs, straddling her so that she was now pinned, and with her chest almost in Debbie's face. She briefly looked down at herself and then at Debbie, who was biting her lip, trying rather unsuccessfully, to keep herself from laughing, but the look on her face caused Jasmine to burst into a fit of giggles, as she leant back and settled herself on Debbie's lap.

Reaching down, she took hold of Debbie's hands, watching as their fingers entwined. She raised her right and Debbie's left hand up and grazed her lips against the other girl's knuckles, watching as her friend's eyes followed her every movement. She marvelled at how dark the young Dingle's hazel eyes could become, thinking back to how they looked during their earlier clinches and the morning of her 'rude' awakening. The thought caused a smile to tug at her lips as she guided Debbie's other hand to her hip.

Debbie reached out a fingertip from their clasped hands and gently ran it along Jasmine's bottom lip as the girl started to lean in closer to her and place a kiss on its tip. A second finger joined it and both softly caressed her lips, receiving another peck, when Debbie felt a flicker of wetness as Jasmine quickly brushed her tongue across them.

Leaning in ever closer, Jasmine was now merely inches from Debbie's face, their eyes fixed upon each other as she teasingly sucked on the very tips of Debbie's fingers, causing a small gasp to escape from the Dingle's lips and her heart to pound harder. She couldn't take much more and swiftly cupped Jasmine's face, closing the gap between them and kissing her with passion. Her hands soon started to drift, moving down Jasmine's delicate neck and along her bare skin, before reaching the short sleeves of her blouse that perched precariously close to the edge of the girl's shoulders.

Debbie's kisses now trailed the path her hands had made. Delicately placing them along Jasmine's jawline and down the length of her neck, hesitating when she reached the expanse of bare skin. Looking up into the big brown eyes of her girlfriend, her heart literally skipped a beat seeing the look she was being given. No-one had ever looked at her like that before; it was one of pure, unadulterated love, and right at that moment she decided she never wanted anyone else to look at her that way again -- ever. Only Jasmine.

With that realisation, looking up at the girl who had captured her heart, she positively beamed at her. A rare sight of late; a fully-fledged smile from Debbie Dingle. A smile that was not only shown with her mouth, but one that shone through her eyes, and throughout the whole of her face, radiating happiness, now fully aware of just how content she was.

And it was all down to the girl sitting in her lap.

Her eyes lowered again, falling to the smooth, tanned skin before her and her mind drifted back to earlier that day, having been in much the same position before they were caught. The corner of her mouth turned upwards at the memory as she leaned in to taste the skin once again, kissing her way down the centre of Jasmine's chest, where she came to the ties of her blouse. Briefly glancing up and seeing the absolute trust in Jasmine's eyes, her hands moved to the laces, slowly loosening them before she started to carefully undo the buttons, each time revealing a little more of the silky white camisole that lay underneath; the last two unveiled another portion of Jasmine's enticing, golden skin that Debbie yearned to touch.

They shared another tender kiss, as she eased the blouse off Jasmine's shoulders, quickly discarding it before placing her hands on the girl's hips. She slid her hands upwards, in a teasingly slow fashion, hooking the edge of the thin material as she went. Only when she reached the swells of her chest did they reluctantly pull apart from each other. Once Debbie had swiftly tugged the camisole up and over Jasmine's head, it too lay forgotten as their lips found each other again.

Debbie's mouth became dry when she was faced with a practically topless Jasmine sat astride her, with only an elegant strapless bra to cover her. She suddenly felt pangs of anxiety as they made their presence known in her chest. She was actually nervous, which she noticed was very unlike her. She never got timid about sex, in fact she'd always been rather gung-ho about it. Yet despite her experience, the thought of actually sleeping with Jasmine brought butterflies to her stomach and her hands trembled as she ran them along her friend's skin.

Wrapping her arms around Jasmine's waist, Debbie cuddled up to her as her mind started to race. What if she did something wrong? What if she couldn't please her?

She wanted this so badly, yet she couldn't seem to shake the thought that she was somehow unworthy and that she would let Jasmine down. Debbie had wanted this to be so special for both of them; for it to really mean something. She wondered if Jasmine could feel her shiver as she held her, and then, as though she had somehow crept into the depths of Debbie's mind, she felt the girl's chin rest on top of her head, as she pulled her in tighter, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

'I really do love you, you know,' she whispered. Her lips brushing against Debbie's hair as she spoke.

The hazel-eyed Dingle turned her head to look up at her friend, and the tension that had unknowingly been building up in her limbs, started to ease, only for a heat to move its way through her, taking its place. Debbie passionately claimed Jasmine's lips, teasing the girl with her tongue before sliding it inside to seek out its counterpart, and the very instant they collided caused Jasmine to moan into the other girl's mouth. She ran her hands over Debbie's shoulders, while their tongues leisurely caressed. One hand casually stroked the back of the taller girl's neck, not yet realising that this small action had always been something that sent shivers down the beautiful mechanic's spine.

Now with more certainty, Debbie laid burning kisses down Jasmine's chest, gently grazing the flesh with her teeth as her hands reached up to undo the clasp. As Debbie released her, pulling the under-garment away and tossing it aside, she ran her tongue between her breasts, before cupping them in her strong hands.

Jasmine emitted a hum of approval as she felt Debbie's hands and lips on her. Suddenly every touch felt as though it was amplified. Every flick of a tongue. Every flutter of lips against her skin added to the fire that was now starting to burn deep within her.

She barely registered Debbie's whispered instruction to lie down, until she felt the taller girl guide her, helping her reposition herself on the sofa so she was now lying comfortably, with the Dingle now straddling her thighs. As she gazed down at the vision before her, she momentarily wondered where this sudden appreciation of women's bodies had come from, as her eyes roamed over Jasmine's shapely frame, taking in every dip and curve.

It didn't take long for the answer to come to her. It wasn't women's bodies. Just a woman's body. One woman. And she was simply stunning, she thought to herself, nervously starting to unzip the grey hoodie she'd donned since arriving home. Jasmine sat up and took Debbie's shaking hands in her own, kissing them, before taking over and removing the item of clothing for her. The pile of discarded clothes fast growing as it was promptly joined by the t-shirt she had changed into, and then there they were, equally bare in front of each other.

Jasmine took pleasure in getting to view the impressive, toned torso that she had had a mere glimpse of earlier that day, and was unable to keep her hands to herself. Pulling Debbie in for a slow, lingering kiss, Jasmine started to lie back, with Debbie following until her lithe body was hovering over her. Their eyes were locked as Jasmine reached up, gently undoing her friend's scruffy-yet-stylishly thrown back ponytail, smiling as her hair fell freely down her shoulders, beautifully framing her face. Jasmine softly stroked her cheek and Debbie closed her eyes as the girl's thumb brushed along her lips. She turned to kiss the palm that cupped her face, before opening her eyes.

'Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Jas?'

The sudden question threw Jasmine for a loop, as the unexpected compliment caused her to flush with embarrassment, and she smiled coyly.

'Well,' she said, as she cleared her throat, 'I could very well ask you the same thing,' she continued, as she chuckled to herself. Her amusement soon turned into intense arousal, as her laughter transformed into sensual moans when she suddenly felt Debbie's mouth on her, and hot lips closing around her nipple.

For Jasmine, the sensations mixed with the surprise, immediately sent shock waves pulsating southwards, as she arched into Debbie's mouth.

'Jesus...Debs.'

Debbie slowly shook her head and mumbled against her skin, causing delicious vibrations to reverberate across Jasmine's chest.

'Nuh-uh, I think you mean Jesus Christ. But you're still wrong,' she said, now eye to eye once again, 'cos I think you'll find, I'm God.' she added with a cheeky grin and a wink. Causing Jasmine to burst into laughter.

'Somebody thinks highly of their self!' Jasmine retorted. But Debbie didn't respond, she was too busy being distracted by the movements of the giggling girl's chest. Noticing she didn't have Debbie's full attention, she creased up again when she realised what it was that had Debbie so captivated. 'I swear you're turning into a bloke every second,' she teased.

'Mmph,' Debbie replied absent mindedly. 'Wait, what?' she said, finally snapping out of it.

'You! Staring! You're worse than a bloke.' Jasmine continued, playfully pinching her.

'Ow!' she exclaimed, rubbing her smarting skin. 'Stop laughin' while you're half naked then. It's distracting. Besides, this is all new to me, I'm allowed to ogle.' Debbie stated matter-of-factly as a large grin crept across her face, provoking a fresh burst of giggles from the girl beneath her. 'I tell you what, why don't I just hold 'em for ya, while you have yourself a good chuckle, yeh?' she cheeked back, the playfulness between them, further easing Debbie's nerves.

'Don't, I'm gonna get a stitch in a minute,' Jasmine managed to gasp out, in between silent giggles.

Debbie gripped the girl's sides, her fingers spread, as she ran her thumbs across the soft skin in a circular motion, hypnotising Jasmine with her touch, before easing them up her body and cupping her breasts. All laughter had now evaporated and Jasmine's breath hitched in her throat as Debbie echoed her earlier motions, brushing her thumbs across her now rock-hard nipples.

Jasmine's eyelids fell shut on reflex, as she focused on the gentle caresses on her chest. A contented sigh escaped, as she arched into Debbie's touch.

'That feels good,' she whispered, breathily. A sudden groan followed as Debbie captured a nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing causing Jasmine's hips to rock slightly.

The Dingle looked on, utterly enthralled by the girl's movements, and how she reacted to her touch. Every sound that escaped Jasmine's lips created a surge of arousal to flow through every inch of Debbie's body; leaning in again, her mouth now taking over from her hands, she planted them either side of Jasmine's body, supporting herself, while she lifted her leg up slightly to nudge Jasmine's legs apart, placing hers in between, wanting to get even closer to her. Jasmine looked down at the new arrangement and with a smirk, raised her thigh a little, rubbing it a couple of times between the Dingle's legs. Jasmine's smile grew, on seeing the surprised expression on Debbie's face, immediately followed by a low groan before she again looked up at Jasmine and gave her a wry grin in return.

With a glint in her eye, Debbie ran the tip of her tongue upwards along Jasmine's heaving chest and to her neck, showering it with kisses before dragging her teeth along the girl's jawline. Upon reaching Jasmine's mouth, she once again fused their lips together, as she started to lower her body inch by delicious inch, until they were fully pressed together. Both girls groaning into their kisses at the sweetness of the contact, Jasmine instinctively wrapped a leg around Debbie, keeping her pinned as they kissed.

There was an energy between them now, as they started to slowly rock against each other. Their eyes reconnected as they slowly moved together, nothing more than enticing teasing, just enjoying the sensations. Debbie kissed Jasmine on the tip of her nose, like she had done many times before, and again like those times, it caused Jasmine's heart to swell; touched by the girl's affectionate nature, as she lovingly smiled up at her.

The young Dingle started to stroke Jasmine's stomach, her fingers circling her belly button before moving down to her hip and the outside of the girl's denim covered thigh. With each pass, her hand inched inwards, until it was slowly running up the inside of the girl's thigh. Looking down at Jasmine, who now had her eyes closed while she bit down on her bottom lip with expectancy, Debbie stilled her hand mere centimetres away from it's destination.

She chuckled inwardly as Jasmine's brow crinkled, and she groaned in frustration. Debbie's mirth soon turned to shock, however, when she felt her hand being gripped and placed firmly between Jasmine's legs. Even through the denim she could feel the heat that had built up inside Jasmine already. Debbie looked down to her hand, her mouth slightly agape as her heart hammered again at her chest, not realising that Jasmine was now watching her with a smug grin, pleased that she'd turned the tables on her teasing friend.

Still holding Debbie's hand in place, she guided it, encouraging Debbie to rub her palm against her. And tentatively, she did. Slowly applying more pressure. Leaning in, Debbie kissed Jasmine's neck, nuzzling against her cheek, whispering into her ear.

'Jas...'

She felt her friend's hot breath quicken as she spoke her name, and hearing each low groan that her friend uttered, made Debbie feel bolder, her confidence growing. But there was something else there, along with her new found confidence, a sense of belonging, like she had finally found the missing piece of her life and was triumphantly slotting it in place. She felt as though she was coming home.

Jasmine wrapped her arms around Debbie, holding her close as they kissed with renewed vigour. The hazel-eyed beauty continued to rub her palm against her as Jasmine ran her hands along Debbie's silky back. The Dingle brought her hand up to start to unbutton the girl's jeans, as nails were slowly dragged along Debbie's spine and as her hand slowly slipped inside, she immediately felt the wet heat that awaited her, a chorus of gasps and moans escaped at her touch. Jasmine whimpered at having Debbie's hand caressing her so intimately, and Debbie's breath caught from feeling just how ready Jasmine was for her, and how easily her fingers glided along her sensitive skin.

As they kissed, Debbie brushed her tongue along Jasmine's bottom lip, echoing the motions of her finger, and as she pulled away, she watched as Jasmine's eyes were shut, her glistening lips parted as shallow breaths escaped, concentrating solely on the movement of Debbie's hand inside her jeans.

Neither girl could actually believe this was happening, that they were finally making love and that all the pre-conceived ideas of what it would be like, paled in comparison.

'God...' Debbie whispered. A realisation suddenly dawning on her.

That was it, Debbie suddenly thought. She had been with guys and had her fun when she wanted, and had sex plenty of times before, but in her head, she'd never made love to anyone before - until now. As she acknowledged that thought, Debbie became overwhelmed with emotion.

'Jas?'

'Mmph?'

'Jas, look at me.'

Debbie's touches were making it hard for Jasmine to keep her eyes open but she did as Debbie asked, hearing the quiet plea in her voice. Seeing Debbie's face made her heart almost leap out of her chest. There were tears in her eyes, yet she had the warmest, crooked smile on her face, and she quickly claimed Jasmine's lips again for another heart-felt kiss.

'Deb..' Jasmine gasped, just managing to catch her breath again.

'You're it for me, Jas.' Debbie said, as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek. 'This is what I want. Us, together, for always.'

Jasmine cupped Debbie's face, brushing away the stray, happy tears, and as they both smiled at each other, the young Dingle adjusted her hand and effortlessly eased herself inside of her friend. Jasmine had practically been on the verge since they started, and was fighting to keep herself from going over too soon, but she couldn't fight this. The girl she had fallen head over heels for was loving her, and wanted to be with her for the rest of her life.

A guttural moan left Jasmine's mouth when she felt Debbie enter her, stroking her deep inside, and as her hips bucked, Jasmine raised her thigh again, causing delicious friction at Debbie's centre causing the girl to rock against her with more urgency, their movements soon became frenzied as they started to merge and move as one. Hands clawing at skin, lips tasting, hips rocking as low moans and whimpers filled the air. Clinging desperately to each other they crashed over the edge, riding the waves of intense pleasure together, both crying out the other girl's name.

After a few moments they lay still, utterly spent, both girls having gotten emotional from the experience. Debbie's head rested on Jasmine's chest, and she listened as the girl's pounding heartbeat slowly started to regain its normal rhythm. Jasmine stroked Debbie's hair, brushing her damp fringe out of her eyes, and Debbie looked up at her smiling, as she gently removed her soaked fingers, causing Jasmine to gasp and another shudder to run through her body as they held each other tight.

A good half hour passed before the heat from their passions started to fade. The girls had been quietly nestled up together on the couch, both lost in their thoughts when Jasmine felt Debbie shiver slightly above her.

'Time for bed?' Jasmine whispered, while she rubbed Debbie's back for warmth.

'Mmm, I don't want to move,' Debbie replied, burying her face into the crook of Jasmine's neck.

'But you're getting all goose-bumpy, and this isn't the comfiest of couches. Besides, I don't know about you, but I would like to get out of these...erm, jeans.'

She could feel the vibrations of Debbie chuckling against her. The Dingle knowing full well as to what Jasmine was getting at, remembering how she had felt against her fingers. Raising her head up, she gave Jasmine a peck on the lips as she lifted herself off her and got to her feet, holding her hand out to her friend.

'C'mon then, you.' she smiled, before noticing the expression on the other girl's face, watching as her eyes trailed over her body.

'Now who's gawpin'?' she mocked, giving Jasmine a cheeky wink.

'Shut up,' Jasmine chuckled back, as she sat up and grabbed Debbie's offered hand, letting her friend pull her up, turning the light out as Debbie led her upstairs.

By the time they got to the bedroom they were all over each other again. Hands roaming as they kissed eagerly, with Debbie guiding them towards the bed, sitting Jasmine on the edge as the girl started to unbutton her jeans for her and tug them down. She stopped to laugh as Debbie hopped about a little struggling to pull the snug jeans off.

'Erm...I'll just get the curtains while you try and free yourself, shall I?' Jasmine teased, walking over to the window.

'Very funny,' Debbie muttered back, laughing, as she hopped around some more.

Taking care to keep herself as hidden as possible, Jasmine tugged on the fabric pulling one of the curtains shut, but stopped dead when she reached for the second one. Outside she saw a hint of movement, and realised someone was looking up at their window, someone sat in a midnight black car.

Her heart leapt into her mouth, as she wondered how long he had been there. Had he gone to knock at the door only to maybe hear their cries? Why sit in his car outside the house?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt arms snake around her waist, and lips attach themselves to her neck as hands slid into her jeans, easing them down.

Jasmine yanked the curtain shut as quickly as she could, but he had probably already seen.

As she felt a hand inch down her body again, she tried to focus on Debbie but Cain's presence still played on her mind as she heard the faint sound of a car's ignition before it drove away.

'...I'd stay away from 'er if I were you – before you get hurt.'