I had spent the past few days in my main house, seeing Mik and watching how his girlfriend interacted with him. I think she was more into him than he was into her. It’ll sort itself out. I was happy to see that he had washed my bottom bedsheet, dried it, and refitted it to the bed before I got home. Nice touch, son. I would never have known that you knew how to use the washing machine.

I got a text from Leah. She had been booked to go to a spa day with her friend, but her friend was ill. Would I like to go in her place? It was all paid for; she would just like the company. Heck yes! I texted back, and she sent me the details. It was sort of on the way to my Dales cottage, not too far a diversion, so I made sure to pack some food in my car as well as clothes; I may as well go and stay at the cottage after the spa day.

The electrician texted me to say that he had been and looked at the generator and what the cost was going to be. If I were agreeable, again, just transfer the materials costs, and then pay for his labour when it was up and running. He thought he would be able to fit it in on Tuesday next week. Excellent, that would be the standby generator sorted out. I made the payment and got everything ready. I was meeting Leah at nine at the spa reception. Tonight, then, I would be waxing and plucking, ready for a quick shower and off in the morning.

Roll on the wax. Wait. Apply strip. Rub vigorously. Pull off the strip, and repeat. Move to the next area and roll on the wax. You get the picture. When everything was done, it was time to apply liberal amounts of moisturiser. I always use aftersun lotion; it takes the heat away and moisturises. Winner winner for me. When I was applying the aftersun, I loved to feel how smooth my labia were – just perfect. By the time tomorrow came, all the little tiny bumps from the pulled follicles would be gone, and I would be even smoother.

I woke up early and made a quick bacon sandwich. While the bacon was grilling, I double-checked that I had put everything I needed in the car, both for the spa and for the cottage. I sat with a mug of tea and ate my sandwich, oh so good, and when all was finished, I sighed with contentment and loaded the dishwasher. I was ready to go.

I pretty much knew where the spa was and had no trouble finding it. Oddly, even though it was in the middle of nowhere, it required you to register your car in reception, with a hundred-pound fine for failing to do so. It kind of annoyed me; we were in the middle of nowhere, it was a spa, and that was that. It is not as if it were next to a mall or cinema. It was on its own.

Leah was in reception; we air hugged and then went through and registered our cars. I was too niggled by the whole thing to even bother asking why we had to register our cars.

“Right then,” Leah said as we went to the changing room, “change into our costumes and then put the robe and slippers on. We can go down by the pool, grab a lounger each, and we have about an hour before the first treatment. I think they bring us green tea.”

God, I hate green tea. “Fab.” I smiled. I had my favourite striped cornflower blue costume. Our assigned lockers had robes and slippers in them, and a reminder of how many hundreds of pounds the robes were, should we feel the need to liberate a robe and return to our home with it.

We wandered poolside and selected two loungers. Leah pulled a table over, ready for our green tea.

“We are here pretty much all day; we can go for lunch whenever you like after the first treatment. What are you going to have?”

"I thought I would go for the specialised full-body massage, which includes the face and scalp and the hot stones. What about you?”

“I am going to do the same. I think that we can be done together next to each other. You know you can opt to be naked for that one?”

“Well, that is a clincher then! No sneaky looking at my treasures, you,” I laughed; she had already seen everything I had to offer.

The green tea arrived along with some odd dry biscuits, or perhaps breads; who knew? I sipped the tea; it was really not to my taste. I put my cup down and decided to accidentally let it go cold.

“There are ladies-only clothing-optional saunas and steam rooms here too,” Leah said. “We could give them a try.”

“Should we do them before or after the treatment? I don’t want to waste the treatment.”

"I think we should do them after lunch."

“Okay, I was thinking we could do the manicure and pedicure after lunch,” I said.

“Yes, we can do that; it will be relaxing, and then we can go to the steam room and finish off with a sauna.”

I lay back, wishing that I didn’t have my costume on; it would be so good lying there without the swimsuit covering me, so good. My mind went back to when Leah stayed with me during the storm, how we had explored each other, played with our sexualities, and discovered a joy together.

It was time for our massages; we left our stuff by the loungers and went through to the studio area.

“We will just give you a moment to ready yourself, and then we will begin,” a lady in a white uniform with green piping said. We took our towels and costumes off and lay face down on the massage tables, our heads poking through the hole so designed. It occurred to me that if they had put a small shelf under the hole, then I could have read a magazine while the massage was happening.

“Good morning, Mica, I am Brie,” a voice said, and I could hear someone else speaking to Leah. “I will be giving you your massage this morning. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, just stop me, okay?”

I said yes and tried to relax as a stranger applied hands to my body. She worked my shoulders and upper arms first, and even though at first it seemed painful, as she worked, I could feel the tension ease from my body. She did my whole back, sides, buttocks, upper thighs and down to my feet. A little too close at times to being a very personal massage.

“Please turn onto your back, Mica,” Brie said, and I did.

Lying on my back was, oddly, somewhat uncomfortable but tolerable. Brie worked my chest, arms, sides, stomach, lower stomach, and inner thighs before continuing down to my feet and easing my toes. I lay on my front once more and felt as she laid the hot stones along my spine and on my shoulders. She then placed a light covering over me and left me. Leah had also finished her treatment and was lying quietly.

I think we lay there for well over ten minutes before they returned and removed the coverings and stones. We sat up, put our robes on, and went back to the loungers.

“We'd better keep our robes on; I'm not sure that this is a clothes-free zone,” Leah said.

“Oh, shame. Oh well.” I replied and lay wrapped in my robe, still feeling the warmth of the stones on my back.

Lunch was served in the nearby restaurant. I had a salmon salad, which was okay; Leah had spring rolls served with a slaw of red cabbage and carrot. Another lay by the pool; I slipped my costume on as I wanted to swim, and then more lazing around.

“Come on, Meesh,” Leah said, "let’s do the steam room." We headed off to the Ladies Only Zone, stripped, hung our robes and costumes on the hooks outside, and entered the steam room. It has been a while since I went into a steam room, and I had forgotten how they take your breath as you enter.

Visibility wasn’t good, but we soon realised that we were alone. We sat on one of the benches, arms and legs apart. I turned and looked at Leah, just at the right moment, I think, and watched water drip from her boob. That was surprisingly erotic, and my fanny clenched, and I remembered how she felt in my mouth.

“Come back after,” I said, almost gasping as the pressure built in my crotch. “We can make a night of it.”

“Yes, please,” Leah answered, almost too quickly. Were we on the same wavelength?

As I sat and looked at soft-focus Leah, almost hidden in the mist, I could remember her flavours, her textures, her soft touches, the feel of her body, and the sighs that she made as I touched her. I was almost transported back. I wondered if I should introduce her to Fay and Elvina?

We had our final treatments after our steam room and sauna, lounged by the pool, and I declined their green tea, and we finally made our way back to the cars at around four thirty.

“Follow me,” I said. “We’ll get a fish supper on the way.”

“A what?” Leah asked. I sometimes forgot that she wasn’t a native to our shores.

“Fish and chips, from a chippie, on the way, then we can eat it back at the cottage.”

“Oh, okay, I’ve not had one of them. Yes, that’ll be wonderful. I will follow you, but if we get lost, I can find my way; you are in my satnav.”

About ten minutes before reaching the cottage, we passed through a village where I stopped at a fish and chip shop. I ordered fish and chips, curry sauce, scraps, pineapple fritters, buttered breadcakes, and loads of salt and vinegar for us both. I knew I would probably have to explain it to Leah when we got back.

We parked up and went inside. It felt a little too chilly to sit outside, so we sat on the sofa with our suppers on our knees.

“This, Leah, is a chip supper. The fish is cod, and the little bits are called scraps; they are the bits of batter that fall off a fish in the fryer. Delicious. The round thing is a battered pineapple ring, and the breadcake is, well, it is a buttered bread roll, and you put bits of fish and some chips in and eat it. The little pot is curry sauce; you can dip your fish or chips in it for added flavour. It is all covered in loads of vinegar and salt. It is very British and utterly delicious, and you eat it with your fingers straight out of the wrapping from the chippie.”

Leah looked at me with amazement and then looked at her supper, looked back at me and then took a chip and ate it. A smile appeared, and she stopped looking at me and proceeded to tuck in.

It actually wasn’t the best chip supper I had had, but it had all the key ingredients, and together, even a bad one tastes good, and this wasn’t bad, just not brilliant. You had to go to Murgatroyd’s by Leeds for a good one, and that was in absolutely the wrong direction.

Leah lay back, her paper wrappings virtually empty. “How have I lived here all these years and not had a fish supper? That is heaven.”

“Just don’t worry about the calories; love the taste and have one at least every other week,” I said, smiling.

“I’ll make us a tea, and we can go and sit outside by the beck before it gets dark.”

Teas made, we went out and sat.

“Fay, Elvina, I would love for you to meet my good friend Leah,” I said to the babbling brook. Leah looked at me quizzically. I just smiled.

The air shimmered, and two forms began to coalesce in front of us. Leah startled and looked at them and then me. The air seemed to dance, and in the hazy shimmer, I could see Fay and Elvina, embracing, dancing in the air.

Fay was on my lap, kissing and embracing; out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elvina caressing Leah, her mug on its side beside her, its contents spilt.

“What?” Leah seemed to say as her lips were crushed by Elvina, her dress rucked up around her crotch, and her fanny invaded by faery fingers.

I was contending with my own invasion; my fanny, still soaking from my earlier dreaming of Leah in the spa, widened and welcomed Fay’s intrusion. The gasps that I heard were mine as she played with my internals.

I found myself on the floor, my dress somehow around my waist, an impossibly long tongue pressing into me, fingers somehow going through my clothing and playing with my nipples, nipples so hard they would break concrete. My back was arched, and yet I still wished we had been in the faery realm with its velvet grass, and at that moment, we were transported. The air changed, an electric touch; the aroma of lavender and gardenia filled my nostrils, and the light touch of velvet tickled my buttocks.

Leah was beside me, both of us naked, writhing with the pleasures being administered by mythical lovers. I reached across and squeezed Leah’s hand as a mouth worked its magic between my labia, my clitoris engorged and ready to explode, and my buttocks clenching and relaxing as fingers delved my cleft.

My breath held within me, my breasts taut on my chest, my eyes staring at the impossibly blue sky, unblinking, my lungs filling with each gasp, and then, interrupting my reverie, I heard Leah scream her orgasm, and my own was released, and together we filled the faery realm with the sounds of pure pleasure.

As I came to, I realised that we were both lying naked on my cottage grass by the beck. The faery realm had gone, as had the girls; we were alone. I looked across at Leah; she seemed in shock. I sat up and then went to her.

“Come on, let’s get inside.”

I helped her to her feet, and we went inside, shutting the door on the darkening skies.

“What was that? I mean, what the fuck was that?” She asked in a quiet voice, “Did you drug me?”

“No drugs, Leah; that was a little delve into the faery realm. We are honoured; they usually hide themselves from us.”

“That was a trick, wasn’t it? A clever trick.”

I took her in my arms and hugged her, and then tilted my head and kissed her.

“No, baby,” I softly answered, “it was very real, just as real as you in my arms now, my wanting arms, yearning for you. I saw the water drip from your nipples in the steam room; it was the most erotic thing I have ever seen.”

She looked into my eyes and then squeezed back. Her tongue pressed against my lips, and her body seemed to soften in my arms.

“Let’s go to bed, Meesh,” she said. “I need some reality.”

We made our way upstairs to my bedroom, leaving our dresses outside, forgotten and unwanted. In my room, I took Leah’s hand and led her to the bed, sitting and then laying her down. I sat next to her and stooped down, my lips brushing against hers, my hand cupping her right breast, my fingers grazing her nipple. She murmured softly, and I lay next to her, my right breast pressing against her left as I took her face in my hands.

“It is just us now, Leah, just you and me.”

She murmured again and then pulled me to her, holding me tight, our boobs crushing each other. Her hand moved and slipped between my legs, my thighs parting to ease her passage. Slick and wet still, her finger found no resistance as it slid between my lips, opening my valley; my heat escaped as she gently massaged my valley floor. I rolled to lie on my back, my thighs parted like a school compass, and she rubbed my clitoris, engorging it, my pressures pulsing.

She moved and lay atop me, our breasts pressing together, her mouth on mine, our tongues dancing in our mouths, her arm trapped between us, its hand roaming my valley, seeking my treasure. I put my arms around her and squeezed, my hands pressing her shoulders, my fingernails digging in as I held onto her.

I jinked and we flipped; I was above her. I slid down, my face at her crotch, inhaling her aroma; gardenia and lavender lingered beguilingly, my nostrils flaring. I kissed her fanny, a simple kiss, lips on lips, and her breath held. A gasp, and then her hands held my head, holding me on station. My tongue pressed, pushing her labia apart, seeking the sweetness of her valley.

Her lips wrapped around my tongue as I slowly moved the length between her entrance and her clitoris, her hood pushed to one side by my tongue. I felt her tensions grow as I licked her, her breath held, awaiting release at her climax. My finger teased at her entrance, circling, promising to dip; her head eased back as she awaited my penetration.

I pressed two fingers at her entrance, slowly pushing, penetrating, her fanny opening and allowing my passage into her depths, hot and wet, welcoming, squeezing as I pushed deep, a stray finger pressed between the cheeks of her bottom, stimulating, teasing.

Her fanny pulsed around my fingers, squeezing me with her desire. I opened my fingers, widening, creating a chasm within her. My fingernail scratched at her G-spot, as another pushed up, seeking her clitoris from within, and then I crooked my fingers, changing her inside space, the heat from her desire almost boiling.

I held her clitoris between my teeth as my fingers worked inside, pulling and nipping, as my lips slathered against her fanny lips, adding to her wetness. Her fanny spasmed and clamped hard, her back pushed up off the bed, and she screamed her release, piercing enough to penetrate the faery realm, her lungs releasing the pressures as she gasped and gulped, her fingers squeezing my head, laughing and crying as her orgasm roared through her body, before she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving, her mouth silently opening and closing.

I eased away and moved to lie on my side beside her, my arm across her bosom, heaving in its aftermath.

“Oh fuck," she said quietly. “Oh fuck.”

“Good one?” I asked quietly in her ear.

She nodded and turned to face me. “Why? Why are they so good with you? Am I gay? Are you gay?”

I kissed her forehead. “No, Leah, I am not gay. I love men; I love a dick inside me, but I love being with you. It is different. It is more sensual. I don’t know if you are gay, but if you are, what does it matter? How we get our pleasures is up to us.”

“I have never had sex like that with a man. That’s overwhelming.”

“Perhaps you haven’t met the right man. I have a friend called John who takes me to places I didn’t know existed.”

“The faeries, I mean, what the actual fuck?”

“I know. They are secretive; if you talk about them, they will never reveal themselves to you again, and wait until you meet Sid; his tongue is to die for. I mean long, seriously long.”

“Oh. Crumbs. I wonder if there are faeries in the states?”

“I expect so; they seem to pop up in every society’s mythology.”

We lay arm in arm, and eventually I dozed off, Leah’s rhythmical sleeping soporific in my ear. I awoke later with dreams full of faeries, tongues, and fingers, and I realised I had company in my crotch. A tongue was pressing deep between my fanny lips, a finger pressing at my opening, deeply penetrating, moving, finger shagging, and I gasped.

“Oh, you are awake,” Leah’s voice came from below. “I just needed your taste.”

I felt my labia being widened; I opened my thighs to assist. There was a feeling of air in my valley and then the sensation of breath. In the utter darkness of the countryside, I had the sense of being deprived of sight; it was pitch black, and all I had to go on was touch and feel.

It was surreal, experiencing sexual touch yet not being able to see it or know where it was going to happen next. My clitoris was being lapped, a tongue gently wiping over it, caressing it, my pressures building already, my breath holding, and me gasping as fingers did their work inside. I stared desperately into the darkness but could see nothing; it was sensory deprivation and sensory overload all at once. Fingers withdrew; I was empty, a void slowly closing.

I had never felt it before, but I could feel my fanny closing, walls touching walls, almost kissing each other inside of me, a touch I had never experienced before. My clitoris was abandoned, the touches ended, and I was only able to feel light breathing along my valley.

 “Oooh,” I gasped as something rough and wet dabbed into my valley. Her tongue? And then left again. Just breaths. I gasped again as I was touched by my entrance, fleeting, harder than before, her nose? Abandoned again, and then another touch, just below my entrance, at the little folds just before my perineum, so sensitive there, a fingernail perhaps? That fingernail traced a route to my anus, circled and pressed, and as I gasped in anticipation, it left. Again, no sensations.

I felt my entrance being pulled asunder, a gape within, my opening wanting, and then her mouth – I felt her mouth on me, kissing, blowing, filling me with her hot breath, and then she pulled away again, my fanny blowing raspberries as the air was expelled by my closing fanny.

I felt the bed move, and then her hands were on my face, her lips on mine, and we kissed. As we kissed, a finger rocked my clitoris; my pressures grew and grew, and my mouth gasped as the pleasures increased. Electrics crackled and fizzed, and my moment was close. My neck strained as my head tilted back. I was at my most vulnerable, and then my orgasm exploded; pleasure and electricity erupted through my body. My fingers clawing at the sheet, my feet sliding back and forth as my legs cycled, my back felt as if it were feet above the bed, and my fanny was clamping on emptiness, and I screamed, loud, piercing.

The tension left, and I slumped down on the bed, my breath gasping as I gulped in air. Recovering, blind, my other senses overwhelmed, Leah clinched me into a hug and kissed me gently on my mouth.

That had been an unbelievable moment. I doubted I would ever, could ever, experience that high ever again.