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The Last Flight Chapter 6

Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

“I had to see you. I couldn't bear to think of you being here alone.” Jemima came and sat on the chair beside my bed, wincing with pain as she lowered herself into it and breathed out a sigh of relief as she leaned back and relaxed. “Are you all right?” I asked her, “Are you sure you should have come here?” “Not really,” she replied, holding her abdomen and closing her eyes. There was a pause and I didn't press her. I wanted to give her a chance to get her breath back. Without opening her eyes she continued. “The doctors in Toulouse said I had concussion from the bump I received to my head and some evidence of internal abdominal bleeding along with other minor cuts and bruises.” “Then what in God's name are you doing here?” I hissed at her, not wanting to alert the nurses. “I had to come.” she replied, opening her weary eyes and turning her head to face me. “No-one knew where you were. You were such a mess when you left in the helicopter, I didn't know whether you had survived or not. For all I knew you were laying here alone, or worse, in the morgue!” “So you discharged yourself and came to find me.” She closed her eyes again. “Yes,” she nodded. “How did you get here?” I asked her. “The train and buses.” I stared at her in amazement, more than a little bewildered. “I don't understand, Jemima, how did you get the money together so quickly? Surely they hadn't recovered any of your baggage?” For a moment she was silent. “Jemima, what did you do for money?” I pressed her now ... because I was afraid she had done something bad to get it. “Don't worry,” she breathed, “I didn't steal it. It was George.” “George?” I exclaimed, “He stole it?” She chuckled then winced which caused her to cough and hold her stomach. “No, he didn't steal it.” She smiled weakly, “You know how men are. He still had his wallet in his trouser pocket He lent me some Francs that he already had exchanged at the airport.” “Jemima, are you sure you are all right, look at you.” “I had to come to you, Karen. Something inside kept pushing me.” She turned to me again. “No-one, and I mean no-one, has made me feel the way you did. You stood up to me and put me down without making me feel small.” “And that was enough for you to trek all this way to find me?” I was flattered but still, there had to be more. “Not just that, everything.” Jemima winced and lay back in the chair again. “When I slipped my hand up your skirt, I felt nothing, I just wanted to embarrass you, treat you the way men do, only I would not pass the top of your stockings as they would have.” I was curious now. “Go on.” I pressed her. “When I was in the bathroom , my bracelet hooked up, and you reversed the roles you really did teach me a lesson, I realised how unpleasant I had been to you but...” “But?” I repeated. “I also felt incredibly aroused by your touch and I could sense that you were too. I had never been touched in that way before, especially by a woman and I was extremely confused.” I lay back. “Jemima...” “No, ...