“Come on, Maisy, you can’t be such a grinch! I know it does not feel the same since you split with James, but it is still Christmas!” Sasha smiled, looking at her friend.

“Don’t mention his name, Sasha! Just call him ‘Bastard,’ and that is being too kind. If he wasn’t the father of my children, I would strangle the fucker with this tinsel!” Maisy clutched the Christmas decoration tightly as if she meant every word.

Sasha saw the anger burning in the brunette's dark brown eyes. It had been only six months since the marriage had fallen apart, and she knew it would be a while before Maisy began to accept what her ex-husband had done.

“But you are right, I need to make Christmas as normal as I can for the children. Still, it is awful having to go and get the decorations from HIS cupboards. Bastard!” Maisy cursed her ex again as she searched through a cardboard box.

“Where the hell is the robin?” Maisy muttered as she riffled through the box.

“The what?” Sasha replied.

“A robin. The little bird we always put on top of the tree. He must have put it somewhere in the garage with the rest of the Christmas stuff. It’s the one thing the children remember about the tree every year!” Maisy mentally cursed her ex- husband yet again.

“Let me go and look for you.” Sasha smiled at the slightly ridiculous sight of her friend on her knees rummaging for a fake bird, before walking towards the door.

Sasha moved through the kitchen and into their garage, which was a typically male environment filled with car-related bits and pieces and an exercise machine propped against the wall. No doubt that would soon be on eBay, she thought. Looking towards the back of the garage, she saw a large free-standing cupboard and opened it up.

Sasha peered inside and looked upon three shelves with an assortment of boxes, some plastic and some cardboard. Sasha picked one of the blue plastic caddy boxes and lifted the lid. She was stunned to discover the contents inside and immediately dropped the lid in shock. OMG, she thought, instinctively spinning around to check she was alone.

For a moment, Sasha contemplated leaving the box, knowing that would be the right thing to do. But her curiousity easily won out. She lifted the lid slowly, guiltily, and looked at what was obviously Maisy’s “toy box”. Presumably her ex-husband’s too. Sasha picked up a large, black rabbit vibrator and turned it in her hands. Putting that back down, she rifled through the box again and picked up a set of nipple clamps. A blindfold, some cuffs, and a spiked wheel, which looked rather like a tool for cutting pizzas, were among other instruments Sasha could see sitting in the box. 

Sasha had never thought of herself as prudish, but discovering this revelation about her friend’s sex life still felt scandalous. Looking deeper into the box, she saw a wooden spanking paddle. Sasha could not help herself; she picked it up and slapped it against her other hand. Ouch! Goodness, that must hurt your bum, she imagined, aware of a strong sense of arousal building inside her.

“Hello, there you are.” Maisy’s voice startled Sasha, who spun around, suddenly still holding the wooden implement. Her face felt like it would explode as she felt her fair cheeks flush and her mouth go dry.

“Er, um, sorry, I did not mean to,” Sasha stammered awkwardly, as her friend looked at her.

“That’s quite all right, lovely, no need to be embarrassed. I should have told you where to look for the Christmas stuff.” Maisy smiled as she spoke. “That box should probably go out, along with the rest of the tosser's worldly possessions.” She continued.  

Sasha tried to hold her friend’s gaze. She was feeling mortified and standing frozen still, holding the paddle in her hand. Thankfully, Maisy seemed much more relaxed about the rather surreal situation.

“Better put that back, darling, unless you want me to use it?” Maisy teased her blonde friend.

“Oh, yes, ah, of course.” Sasha gave a stuttering reply before dropping the paddle in the box. She turned to see Maisy moving towards her, covering the short distance across the garage in a few steps.

“Surprised that your friend is not a vanilla middle-aged Mum?” Maisy spoke in a lower voice now. Sasha felt her heart pounding.

“Umm, I would never judge. It’s just that I have never done anything with these, er, sort of things!” Sasha replied, aware she was struggling to breathe.

“You have never done anything with these things, but you have probably wondered about it?” Maisy spoke in a kind but inquisitive tone.

With her emotions in turmoil, Sasha could not bring herself to speak. She looked down at the floor, but nodded her head slightly. This was all the sign Maisy needed, and she reached around Sasha’s waist to hold the small of her back.

Sasha felt her body stiffen, but did not try to move away. Her lips yielded, and they kissed. The softest, most sensuous kiss. Her whole body immediately felt alive with electricity, with the strongest tingling feeling in her tummy. She kissed her friend back, urgently, hungrily, guiltily. 

Maisy’s fingers moved skillfully, teasing her earlobe and ruffling Sasha’s blonde hair as they kissed. Sasha felt powerless to stop her, even if she had wanted to. She stood in place, almost pinned against the garage cupboard, paralysed as she felt hands unbutton her black jeans and slide them down her shapely legs.

“Gorgeous,” Maisy whispered a single word of approval. Sasha felt her heart thump even faster, and goosebumps prickled her legs, despite the heating in the garage.

“Take your top off.” Maisy took a step back as she gave the instruction as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sasha was totally stunned into submission by this point. She lifted her jumper as the two women looked into each other’s eyes.

“M&S lingerie?” Maisy raised an eyebrow as she smiled at the pair of middle-class knickers and a matching bra. Sasha could only nod shyly as a way of reply. Maisy moved towards her, unclasping the bra as their mouths met again in a deep kiss. Sasha had never known such euphoria as their tongues swirled and their lips pushed against each other. Her first taste of another woman was even more glorious than she had ever imagined it might be.

Feeling a finger dance lightly on her collarbone, Sasha felt her whole body tremble and thought her knees would give way. How could a single touch have such an effect on her? As her head spun, another hand cupped her bottom, fingers teasing the hem of her panties. Oh god, now she felt thumbs tugging her panties down. As they reached her ankles, Sasha meekly lifted her feet to help. And still they kissed. The delicious, heavenly, soft, sexy feeling of tongues and lips tangling.

Now totally naked and vulnerable, Sasha felt Maisy’s hand moving once more, a palm pressing into her most intimate area and two fingers sliding into her sex. Still, they kissed tenderly and passionately, but now Maisy’s hand was less gentle. She began to invade her friend with a fervour, fingers curling and pushing at her womanhood. Sasha felt a thumb probing her hood, seeking her most sensitive part. All the while, she seemed powerless to move, feeling as if she was locked against the cupboard.

A voice inside her head was screaming at her to stop all this, but Sasha’s body continued to betray her. She found herself pushing her hips towards the hand that tormented her, while the two women kissed with an even deeper hunger. Sasha's legs felt as if they would buckle, as her orgasm arrived powerfully. She bit her lower lip as the combination of rough touching and gentle kisses brought her to the most intense climax. Her mouth never moved, remaining sealed to her friend’s, as Sasha came harder than she ever had in her life. Her body continued to pulse and tremble before she finally felt Maisy slowly withdraw her hand, letting it brush lightly over Sasha’s labia.

Totally ruined, Sasha sank to her knees. Looking up at her friend, she saw the brunette lift her fingers and lick them slowly and deliberately. Sasha’s tummy fluttered watching this act, one which seemed very filthy and yet incredibly sexy too.

“The Christmas stuff is over here, lovely.” Maisy walked towards another cupboard in the garage as Sasha sank to the floor, totally dishevelled and utterly broken.