Wrong Turn
By Mavis Applewater
October 2004
Disclaimers the story and characters are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author's permission. So there! If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with or do not wish to read a story about two consenting adult women in a loving and sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material go away and do not return until it is no longer a crime. Thanks Half Pint for the idea.
A special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mountain Girl.
As always this is for Heather.
Mary tapped her fingers nervously on the steering wheel. "I can do this," she muttered under her breath. This was her third attempt at taking driving lessons and she was determined that this time she would pass the test. She was taken aback when the brunette climbed into the car and took the seat next to her.
"Hello I'm Emma McCourt your new instructor," the woman explained ignoring Mary as she made notes on her clipboard.
"What happened to Bruce?" Mary demanded blowing her bangs out of her eyes.
"He," Emma hesitated. "He is with another client."
"Liar," Mary huffed brushing back her short, blonde locks.
"Fine," Emma groaned rolling her dark, brown eyes with disgust. "Frankly Miss Winters you frightened him."
"Bloody Hell," Mary barked her accent slipping.
"Yeah," Emma slowly began. "Charming accent, but Bruce did mention that I needed to remind you that in this country we drive on the right hand side. Honestly driving in Boston is exciting enough without crossing into on-coming traffic."
"I only did that once or twice," Mary lied. "What a wanker."
"He can be," Emma smiled while buckling her seatbelt. "He still refuses to be your instructor. You're stuck with me. I hope you're not disappointed. From what I understand you only have six more lessons before your next test. I see that you've done very well on the written, but your troubles seem to come about from the actual driving portion of the test."
Mary's lips curled into a smile as she studied the attractive woman seated next to her. "If I must," she sighed dramatically as she reached for the keys.
"Hold on," Emma cautioned her. "We do this my way. That means you don't even start the car until I say so. Got it?"
"What are you some kind of control freak?" Mary bellowed with a pout.
"Absolutely," Emma retorted with a toothy grin.
"Peachy, Oh Miss Emma may I please fire up the car and pull out of the car park?" Mary pleaded with a saccharine smile.
"Oh this is going to be fun," Emma sighed dramatically.
"Miss McCourt, I'm not a bad driver," Mary pleaded her case. "It is just the test it gives me the collywobbles."
"That doesn't sound good," Emma dryly retorted.
"My stomach gets upset," Mary clarified. "I promise not to land us in the A&E."
"On television?" Emma sputtered.
"The hospital or as you call it the ER," Mary groaned. "I don't know what it is about this city, but I feel like I need a translator half the time. I mean why do you call biscuits cookies?"
"Because they're cookies," Emma smirked. "Seatbelts on. Now start the car then look both ways and pull out of the parking lot."
"Yes, Ma'am," Mary growled complying with Emma's instructions. "Oh and cookies are crackers which also means you're nuts."
"Hold it," Emma barked out forcing Mary to slam on the breaks. Emma's eyes widened with fear when she braced herself on the dashboard. "Note to self don't yell at you," she blew out. "I was just going to instruct you to place your hands properly on the steering wheel. Think of it as a clock, your left hand should be at ten o'clock and your right at two o'clock. Good," she sighed with relief as Mary followed her instructions. "Now, watch the flow of traffic and ease out."
They managed to survive the first lesson with relatively very little screaming and Emma only turning pale once or twice. Mary was only mildly agitated when Emma thanked the heavens when they returned to the school carport. "Not bad," Emma conceded with a shake of her head quickly unsnapping her seatbelt. "And I learned some very unique expressions. I certainly won't be using the word fanny ever again."
"I learned a great deal as well," Mary teased gathering up her belongings. "I never knew that if someone cuts you off in traffic you should roll down the window and call them an inbred, needle dick, bug fucker. Very educational."
"Yeah I wouldn't do that during the test," Emma squirmed. "Did you drive back home?"
"I did try to learn, but after the first lesson none of my mates wanted to teach me," Emma responded in a befuddled tone.
"Can't imagine why." Emma blew out while climbing out of the car. "Mary you did a good job. There are some rough spots you need to focus on, like driving on the right hand side of the road and no matter what the other drivers are doing you really should use your turn signal at least until you get your license. Oh and you can't crawl up another driver's trunk just because you think they are moving too slowly."
"No boot tagging got it," Mary snickered. "Can I still yell hang up and drive?"
"Absolutely," Emma laughed. "But, again, wait until you pass your test. I will see you in a couple of days."
"Thank you Miss McCourt," Mary sighed happily. "Cheers."
"Emma," the brunette called out with a wave.
"Lord now that is a slice of heaven," Mary murmured happily while watching Emma's backside as the taller woman walked away.
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"You actually survived a lesson?" Tyson, Mary's roommate, teased her.
"That bugger Bruce ditched me," Mary fumed. "My new instructor is quite fetching," she responded with a devilish smile. "It went well except I kept trying to chat her up instead of watching the motorway. I think that made her nervous. Fancy that."
"She's hot?" Tyson eagerly inquired.
"I'd bonk her," Mary confessed with a blush. "Alas she failed to fall for my charms. I guess I will settle for having her teach me how to drive. No worries for now. I need to finish that report for the boss."
"G'day," Mary greeted Emma when the brunette climbed quickly into the car in an effort to escape the pouring rain. "Pissing down," she teased as Emma gave her an odd look.
"Hi?" Emma sputtered the confusion still plastered on her face. "Wait, you mean it is raining cats and dogs."
"Cats and dogs?" Mary laughed in response while Emma grumbled and fastened her seatbelt. "Fine puppies and kittens it is."
"Start the car," Emma sighed dramatically rolling her eyes.
"Your wish is my command," Mary taunted the grumbling brunette.
"Today we are going to learn about hydroplaning," Emma began. "Do you remember that from the written test?"
"Tap the brakes lightly in wet weather to avoid skidding and crashing," Mary echoed stealing a glance at her instructor.
"Eyes on the road," Emma chastised her with a wry smile.
Mary followed Emma's every instruction only allowing her thoughts to be distracted by the brunette's considerable attributes on occasion. She smiled when Emma relaxed and turned up the car's heater. "I love the rain, but this is ridiculous," Emma casually commented as she tried to warm her hands. "Turn right at the next set of lights."
"Do you enjoy teaching?" Mary threw out in an effort to learn more about Emma.
"Yes," Emma dryly retorted. "More so when my students watch the road and not try and talk to me."
"Ouch," Mary grunted.
"It isn't personal," Emma softly responded. "I just want to teach you everything you will need to know so not only will you pass your road test you won't be a danger to others once you are free to roam the streets. Remember I drive on these streets," she quipped.
"No worries," Mary sighed with a hint of regret.
"It isn't personal," Emma repeated in a firmer tone and the hint of a smile.
Mary's heart fluttered her mind questioning if it was a good sign that Emma felt a need to reassure her. 'Maybe she is just being polite?' She pondered thinking that Emma was simply maintaining a professional distance because that was all that would ever exist between the two of them. She accepted her fate and tried to do her level best at learning how to drive. 'That is why I am here not to get a date,' she tersely reminded herself.
Over the following weeks she refrained from chatting Emma up. It was hard since she found the brunette positively enchanting. The day of her test arrived and Mary felt like she was going to be ill. "G'day," she stammered when Emma climbed into the car.
"Are you okay?" Emma questioned nervously. "You're as white as a sheet."
"No worries," Mary managed to choke out.
"Mary?" Emma began in soft voice placing her hand tenderly on Mary's shoulder. "You can do this. Over the past couple of weeks you've improved by leaps and bounds. You know how to drive even in this insane city. I have faith in you. Are you going to throw up?"
"No," Mary sputtered fighting against the urge to chunder.
"Good," Emma smiled. "Because this car was just cleaned. Take a breath," she tenderly instructed. Mary blew out a short, tight breath. "Try again," Emma whispered her warm breath tickling Mary's ear. Mary shuddered slightly from the delightful sensation before taking a cleansing breath. "Whenever you are ready start the car and drive us over to the DMV. Don't rush if we miss the appointment we can just reschedule."
"Ta," Mary smiled feeling the tension slipping from her body. "Thank you," she quickly amended. "Are you always this nice to your students?"
"Hell no," Emma laughed as Mary started the car. "I usually beat them with sticks."
"Am I lucky that you are unarmed today? Or am I special?" Mary teased as her stomach began to flutter.
"If you flunk your test you'll find out," Emma challenged causing Mary's hands to tighten against the steering wheel.
"And if I pass?" Mary squeaked out only to receive a mischievous laugh in response.
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The written test once again proved not to be a challenge. Then she found herself waiting nervously in the car provided by the driving school. She grumbled that Emma couldn't be with her during the road test. Her stomach tightened when the rather large State Trooper climbed into the auto clenching a clipboard tightly. Mary recognized him instantly since he had failed her rather quickly during her second attempt. "Officer," she greeted him politely praying that he had forgotten the near accident she had almost caused the last time they met.
"Trooper," he sternly corrected her.
She shook her head fighting against releasing a string of curses he probably wouldn't understand when she spied Emma standing on the corner offering a shy wave. She smiled before glancing over at the policeman. "Trooper," she addressed him properly. "I promise to make today far less exciting than the last time."
He blinked with surprise looking up from the clipboard for the first time. "I'd appreciate that," he responded with a slight hint of relief in his voice. "Start the car."
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Mary stared down at the nondescript slip of paper she was clutching in her hands that bore a grainy black and white photo of her. "Just wait until the real one arrives," Emma congratulated her with a quick hug. Mary's body warmed from the quick embrace instantly cooling when Emma stepped away. "I knew you could do it."
"And you didn't even have to beat me with a stick," Mary quipped still trying to calm her body. "Then again you did say that wouldn't be my punishment."
"Since you've passed I guess I don't have to punish you," Emma purred her eyes darkening slightly.
"Then am I to be rewarded?" Mary blurted out desperate to know if Emma was just a very good instructor or if the brunette felt the current Mary was certain was flowing between them.
"Isn't succeeding reward enough?" Emma taunted in a playful tone. "Right now we need to bring the car back to the school. No offense but I'll drive. Then we can settle your bill."
"No party? No balloons?" Mary teased in an effort to hide her disappointment.
"Hmm," Emma shook her head snatching the keys from Mary's grasp. "Business first."
"Fine, take my money then spotcha," Mary grumbled. Her heart sank as they headed back towards the school. She did smile each time she looked at her temporary license. Once they returned Emma filled out the paperwork handing it to Mary and sending her off to the cashier. The easy dismissal not only hurt Mary's feelings it really ticked her off. She settled her account with Wyman Driving School and headed out the front door checking the bus schedule. "Next I buy a car," she muttered under her breath thankful that her days of enduring public transportation were nearing the end.
"That would be my choice," Emma's enticing voice disrupted her thoughts.
"Waiting for your next victim or student," she teased her body quivering slightly as she spied the brunette leaning against the brick building.
"Me?" Emma innocently began. "No, I'm done for the day. I scheduled you last."
Mary stared over at the older woman wondering if there was some underlying meaning to her statement. "You see I'm a curious sort," Emma continued approaching the confused Mary. "I wanted to know if you're just a phenomenally nosy person or an incredible flirt."
"Both," Mary smartly responded smiling at the approaching woman.
"And cocky too," Emma laughed lowering her sunglasses glaring up at the darkening skies. "More rain," she added with a hint of amusement. "Wouldn't bode well to have my favorite student trudging about in the rain and you did mention that you expect a reward."
"Now who is being cheeky?" Mary blew out. "And just what is my reward since I'm your favorite?"
"Would you like a ride?" Emma offered her lips quivering slightly as she spoke.
"Yes," Mary retorted dejectedly following after the tall brunette to her SUV. "Tyson wouldn't believe this," she commented once they were nestled safely in Emma's car.
"Tyson?" Emma stammered.
"My housemate," Mary quickly supplied.
"Oh?" Emma sighed as she started the car.
"Why don't you share?" Mary pressed as they pulled out of the lot.
"Never," Emma wickedly retorted with a feral grin. "I live alone."
"Really?" Mary perked up. "That must be pleasant."
"It is," Emma prattled on. "It is small and cozy with a fireplace, and I love the privacy."
Mary pondered the possibilities as the rain poured down almost eclipsing the road. "A fireplace on a cold day like today must be a real pleasure," she tossed out testing the waters hoping that she wasn't misreading Emma's intentions.
"It is," Emma nodded stopping the car at the light. "Warm and very cozy I think that you would enjoy it. In fact I could show you? Or I could keep heading towards Storrow and drive you home? Then I could head home alone and kick myself for being an idiot because I could have sworn you were flirting with me."
"It is about bloody time," Mary blew out with laughter. "I was beginning to think you'd never ask."
"Whew," Emma blew out with a brilliant smile. "All this talk was making me nervous. I was beginning to wonder whether or not you were interested in me."
"Interested?" Mary squealed as they turned towards Brookline. "Are you dense? Why didn't you just ask before?"
"Student, bad for business," Emma explained as they inched through traffic. "But now that you've graduated I'm allowed to make a bawdy suggestion."
"I pray that it is just one of many," Mary nervously supplied her stomach fluttering with anticipation.
"Count on it," Emma asserted slipping her hand from the steering wheel. Mary released a soft moan as Emma's hand came to rest on her thigh. She covered Emma's hand with her own her heart was racing as she caressed the back of the brunette's hand.
The caresses grew more interesting as the trip progressed. Mary was truly impressed at how Emma could keep her focus on the road weaving in and out of rush hour traffic while massaging the redhead's inner thigh. They made an attempt at conversation Emma asking about Australia while Mary asked about Emma's life.
The causal chatter did nothing to cool the heat that was steadily rising in the smaller woman's body. "Not much further," Emma suddenly reassured Mary who was ready to rip off her seatbelt and pounce on the gorgeous driving instructor.
Once Emma had parked her car they made a mad dash towards her building in an effort to escape from the pouring rain. They laughed when they fell inside Emma's tiny apartment drenched from the weather. Mary's breathing hitched as she stared deeply into Emma's dark, brown eyes. Her body trembled when the brunette reached for her and brushed an errant strand of hair from her cheek. "I'll light the fire," Emma offered in a breathy whisper.
Mary nodded mutely in response knowing that despite the wet clothing clinging to her body she was already burning. She stood there watching Emma tending to the fire completely mesmerized by every movement the taller woman made as she brought the wood to life. She bolstered her courage approaching the kneeling woman under the guise of wanting to enjoy the fire.
"I should find us something dry to put on," Emma stammered her breathing ragged and her face flushed as she stood. Mary watched as the confident woman turned suddenly shy. She found it endearing.
"Or?" Mary slowly began trying to find the courage to suggest what she knew the both of them desired. She played with the buttons on Emma's blouse searching her mind for the right words that would express what it was that she wanted, what she needed and so desperately desired since the first moment she met Emma. "There is just no decent way to say this is there?"
"Yes there is," Emma whispered cupping Mary's face in her hands. "Kiss me?"
Mary clasped Emma's hips drawing her closer their breath mingling her eyes flutteringshut as their lips met. Her heart soared giving into the delightful feeling of Emma's lips moving against her own. Murmuring softly as Emma tugged on her bottom lip before parting her lips with her tongue. She teased Emma's tongue with her own while her hands caressed the taller woman's hips.
Emma laced her fingers through Mary's hair guiding her nearer their rain soaked bodies pressing together the kisses growing deeper. Mary's eyes were still shut enjoying the feel of Emma's fingers caressing her face. "Make a bawdy suggestion," she panted clawing at her lover's wet clothing.
"We need to get out of these wet clothes," Emma murmured slipping Mary's jacket down her shoulders.
"Wouldn't want to catch a chill," Mary whispered happily. Her eyes fluttered open asher fingers captured the buttons on Emma's blouse. She paused allowing her lover to remove her jacket before returning her attention to the pesky buttons that were hiding Emma's body.
She nuzzled Emma's neck slipping her blouse from her body. Emma cried out when Mary's teeth grazed against her sensitive flesh. Fueled on by Emma's pleas she suckled the brunette's neck her hands roaming cupping the brunette's breast. Her body swayed from the feel of Emma's hands tearing her blouse from her body.
Mary slipped her arms around Emma's body unsnapping her bra eager to rid the brunette of the unnecessary garment. She murmured proudly when Emma's bra slipped down. She teetered slightly when she stepped away from Emma's tantalizing flesh. She blew out an unsteady breath her eyes treated with the vision of Emma's slightly exposed body. A slight wrestling match ensued when the both of them urgently tried to remove as much of the other's clothing as possible.
They were mindful not to toss the unwanted clothing into the fire instead tossing the items across the room. They groped and explored now that each of them were topless. Mary moaned at the vision of Emma's erect nipples. She dipped her head capturing one of the hard buds between her lips while eager hands tugged on her slacks.
Mary tried to ebb the demanding throbbing from her lower anatomy while suckling her lover's nipple harder and pinching and teasing its twin. The fire brewing inside of her was too intense. They stepped away from one another each trying to catch their breath the tattered remains of their clothing clinging to their bodies. "Just a thought," Emma choked out grabbing a blanket from the sofa.
Mary swallowed hard watching her lover spreading the blanket out on the floor. "You were saying?" She panted while lowering her pants.
"I was about to suggest that we finish taking our clothes off," Emma laughed smiling up at Mary's eagerness.
"Excellent," Mary beamed kicking off her shoes.
Mary quickly shucked off her clothing her eyes riveted to the sight of Emma mirroring her actions. She stood before her lover naked the vision of Emma's glorious naked form and the heat from the fireplace warming every inch of her body. Emma reclined on the blanket holding her hand out beckoning Mary to join her. "Is this my reward for doing so well on my test?" She inquired in a husky tone captivated by Emma's smoldering gaze.
Emma clasped her hand guiding her down to her their flesh meeting for the first time. Mary trembled as Emma's hand explored the front of her naked body. "This is your reward for being so beautiful," Emma promised slipping her hand between Mary's creamy, white thighs.
Mary traced Emma's shoulders with her tongue while parting her thighs and moaning deeply when her lover's fingers dipped into her wetness. The softness of Emma's breast brushed against her skin, the brunette's fingers gliding along her swollen sex and her soft, subtle touch driving the redhead insane with desire.
"Tell me what you want?" Emma implored slowly stroking Mary's throbbing clit. Mary was rendered speechless. There were so many things she craved at that moment in time and was at a loss as to how to request them.
"Take me," she finally pleaded guiding Emma's fingers towards her warm, wet center. Her hips thrust forward pressing against the brunette's long, slender fingers her eyes begging her lover to consummate their union. "Emma, fuck me," she whimpered helplessly trying to impale her body on the brunette's fingers.
"I want you so much," Emma groaned her fingers slipping deep inside of her lover's passion. She plunged deeper; Mary's fingers digging into her flesh. Mary clung to her lover pulling her down on top of her their bodies melting together. She captured Emma in a searing kiss, her body thrusting wildly, and her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment.
She explored the warmth of Emma's mouth savoring the sweet taste, her hands roaming down along the smooth skin of the brunette's body. She bit down on Emma's bottom lip her body tensing with pleasure. She gathered her strength rolling her lover onto her back and straddling her amazing body. She gazed down upon Emma's body flushed with desire wriggling beneath her own demanding to be touched.
She rolled her hips fighting to maintain her balance as Emma took her harder. She could feel the waves of ecstasy brewing as she fought against the tide. Her body refused to listen, shuddering and her passion spilling from her body. "More," Emma begged as Mary slipped from her touch.
Mary's hunger demanded more as well kissing her way down Emma's long, lean body, drinking in the taste of her lover's flesh, her body still trembling from Emma's touch. She paused for the briefest of moments needing to catch her bearings, Emma's glistening passion calling out to her. "Bruce said that you were trouble," Emma taunted her before raising her fingers to her lips. Mary released a feral groan watching Emma lick her wetness from her fingers.
"You have no idea," Mary playfully cautioned her lover pleased by the soft whimper she received in response. She raked her blunt nails down the front of Emma's body thrilled by the sight of her lover shivering from her touch. She lowered her body gasping when their erect nipples brushed together. She pressed her wetness against Emma's her hips swaying as they ground against one another.
"Fuck," Emma gasped from the feel of their clits pulsating against one another. The utterance drove Mary into a frenzy slipping down her lover's body until she was happily nestled between her thighs drinking in the musky aroma of Emma's desire.
She cupped the firm flesh of Emma's backside drawing her lover closer, licking her thighs and drinking in the taste of her wetness. She parted Emma's slick folds with her fingers dipping her tongue inside of her passion. She moaned deeply tasting her lover for the first time. Mary glided her tongue along Emma's engorged nub teasing it slightly, her lover's pleas filling her. She captured the throbbing bundle between her lips flickering her tongue against it loving the feel of Emma pressing harder against her. Emma cried out when Mary grazed her teeth against the brunette's clit before stroking her slowly with her tongue. She curled her tongue nudging it against the opening of her lover's center taunting Emma further.
"I do recall that you said I had to do things your way," Mary toyed with the frustrated woman who growled at her sudden retreat. "Do you want me inside of you?"
"Yes, Mary! God please!" Emma screamed clawing at the blanket.
Mary snickered happily slipping back between Emma's firm thighs. She licked her lover slowly trying to capture every last drop of Emma's desire. She knew she was driving Emma insane and her own body was humming with an aching need. Once again she curled her tongue this time slipping it deep inside of her lover. She wiggled it playfully stroking Emma's clit with the pad of her thumb before plunging in and out of Emma.
She fought to hold her lover steady her tongue slipping from the warmth and her fingers quickly replacing it. Mary began feasting upon Emma's passion while her fingers glided deeper. Her body shuddered as her lover exploded against her. She refused to yield licking her lover harder enjoying the feel of Emma's body climaxing.
She was trapped between Emma's legs as her lover's passion spilled over her. Mary's heart was soaring as Emma guided her into her arms. Her body burned from Emma's fiery kisses. Somehow she landed on her back with her legs wrapped around her lover's body.
She called out to the heavens as Emma's mouth suckled her breast her fingers buried inside of her driving Mary closer to the edge of ecstasy. She chanted her lover's name over and over again; the room spun her body collapsing as a strange buzzing filled her ears. Her body was still shaking as her vision cleared with Emma gently stroking her face. "Amazing," she sighed contently. "And to think I met you because I made a couple of wrong turns and Bruce ditched me."
"Bruce is a pompous ass," Emma laughed nuzzling Mary's cheek. "I'm glad you made those wrong turns and I got to be your instructor. Although it was torture."
"Torture?" Mary squeaked as she tickled Emma playfully.
"Not your driving," Emma smiled in response. "Being so close to you and not being able to touch you or flirt with you."
Mary propped her body up on her elbow giving into Emma's caresses as she began to caress the brunette in return. She released a soft moan when she felt Emma cupping her mound as she mirrored her lover's actions. They held one another in a fierce gaze slowly stroking and teasing the other until their bodies erupted in unison.
Mary shivered slightly as their bodies calmed. 'Now what happens?' she thought fearfully knowing she wanted more and not just touching.
"That's not a happy look," Emma tentatively noted her smile quickly fading. "If you want to go," she carefully began.
"I don't," Mary quickly blurted out. "Sorry," she laughed at her brash response.
"Then stay," Emma implored her with a sweet smile. "We can sleep right here by the fire or I do have a bed?"
"A bed?" Mary jested. "You Yanks think of everything. The fire is nice, holding you is nice."
"By the fire it is," Emma agreed pulling down another blanket from her sofa. "You'll just have to see the bedroom next time."
"There will be a next time?" Mary hopefully inquired.
"I hope that there will be many more times," Emma slowly responded her hands caressing Mary's body. "I'd like to know more about you and not just your body."
"Good," Mary murmured happily pulling Emma down for a promising kiss. "For tonight why don't we keep learning more about each others bodies?"
"I like the way you think," Emma complimented her before wrapping Mary up in her arms.
The End.
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