She pulled her suddenly sensitive sex away from my greedy mouth, trailing her lovely wetness down my skin as she moved. When her mouth found mine I rolled her over onto her back, covering her body with my own.
And we kissed, sweetly, savoring each other, reveling in our closeness. I pressed my cheek to hers as she wrapped her arms around me and moved gently against me. I sat up slightly, enough to straddle her legs with my own. Caressing the side of her head I pressed my pussy to hers, watching her eyes widen and mouth open as they made contact.
I began to move against her, my clit pressing into her most intimate places, my eyes looking deep into her soft brown depths. There was gold and green and black all mixed together. “You’re so beautiful, Aly.”
“So are you.” She pulled me to her and we kissed. Our bodies moved together, I don’t know for how long, as we alternated between gentle kisses and loving gazes.
Eventually she began to shake. I could feel her swollen nub beneath my own. “Are you close, baby?” Aly nodded in answer. “Just let go.” I increased the pace slightly and her eyes fluttered closed as she began to writhe wantonly beneath me, the most lovely sounds coming from deep inside her.
It was all too much, and I joined her in bliss, rocking against her as each pulse of pleasure reached every part of my body. I collapsed next to her, spent and panting.
She cupped one of my cheeks with her hand. “Taylor, you’re amazing.”
“I’m not the only one.”
“See, and no toys needed.”
My eyes dropped. “Didn’t you like them?”
She chuckled. “God no, I loved them. I just wanted you to know I don’t need anything but you to make me happy.” We cuddled close, and I felt the tears burn in my eyes.
In a romance novel this is where we fall asleep in each other’s arms, but Aly needed to wash the makeup off her face and the comforter needed changed, but after a few particulars we found ourselves under the covers, wrapped in each other, drifting into dreamland.
– Aly –
I opened my eyes, only to squeeze them shut again against the morning sunlight. I reached out for Taylor, but she wasn’t there. I could feel the warmth her body had left behind on the mattress so she hadn’t been gone long. I gave a long stretch and raised my lids more slowly this time, slowly acclimating to the light.
According to the digital clock on the side of the bed it was a little after seven. I sat up, letting the covers fall below my breasts. Gentle music was playing from the TV, and I could see Taylor moving gracefully nearby in front of it.
Her hands twined through the air as a foot lifted high, slowly rotating and lunging left in perfect balance. She was wearing a sports bra and tight athletic shorts, which did nothing to hide her lean, muscled body.
My mouth went dry as I watched her. Her legs, arms and back were perfectly toned, muscles moving gently under her skin. Each motion was controlled, graceful, but full of strength and power. She lunged left, head turning enough that she could see me watching her.
She started to pull out of her stance, which would have been a tragedy. “Please don’t stop.” That playful smirk played across her face before it hardened back into A mask of concentration.
For the next twenty minutes I just watched her move, her body gracefully transitioning from one form to another, always flowing and changing, just like the ocean she loved. It was mesmerizing, and my mouth opened slightly in wonder.
Eventually she straightened and bowed toward the TV, which was adorable. Who does that? But it made me smile as she turned back toward the bed.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
I nodded enthusiastically, rising on my knees and watching her eyes widen at my nakedness. God I loved the way she looked at me. Taylor climbed onto the bed and I kissed her. I moved quickly down to her neck, where her sweat added a salty note to her natural flavor that made my head swim.
Taylor gasped in pleasure and let me carry on for a moment before she pushed my head away. “Aly, baby, we gotta stop.”
I looked up at her with a pouty expression. “Why?”
She ran one hand of fingers through my hair. “‘Cause I have to shower and go to work. You gonna join me?”
I nodded, still grinning ear to ear. Taylor stripped off her workout clothes while I ran in and started the water. I’d only been in a moment before she came in, her soft breasts pressing into my back as her hands played over my wet skin. I let my head fall back against her shoulder as her digits dipped into my folds, middle and ring fingers massaging either side of my hood, stimulating my little clitty It was a testament how turned on I was from watching her that only a few minutes later I was shaking in orgasm, leaning against her.
I turned and met her kiss, trying to press every inch of my body against her. God, I was completely hers. I’d have done anything she asked at that moment, but all she let me do was wash her.
She got out first, as I had to take extra time to rinse out my hair. She was finishing up at the single sink when I climbed out and grabbed a dry towel.
“I’m going to go make some breakfast. Any aversion to oatmeal?”
I shook my head no, wrapping my hair in a towel.
I dressed quickly and headed over to the kitchen, climbing onto a stool by the counter. Taylor was scooping some oatmeal into a bowl, which she slid in front of me.
“Brown sugar?”
“Please.” She set a plastic container in front of me, and I scooped two spoonfuls into my bowl. I took a handful of raisins from the red container next to it and stirred them in, for the first time since I’d walked into Taylor’s apartment I felt unsure.
I took a bite, and Taylor joined me at the counter. “Old fashioned oatmeal, you can’t take the country out of the girl, huh?”
Taylor smirked at me. “I have to admit it, it makes me think of home. Mom would make oatmeal almost every cold morning. And there are a lot of cold mornings in Idaho.”
“I liked this morning, watching you. Waking up in your bed.” Heat was rising in my cheeks, and I stared down at my bowl. “I don’t want it to be the last time.” I made myself look up at her. I couldn’t read her face. “What do you want?”
Her eyes flicked down at the counter. “Do you think I wouldn’t want to see you again?”
“I’m not sure. I got the impression you don’t usually go out with girls a second time.”
“Damnit, Vicky.”
“It wasn’t just her. Little things. I don’t want that.”
Her eyes radiated pain but something told me she thought she was hiding it. Her tone was sharper. “You sure? How do you know what you want?”
“‘Cause I’m just a spoiled rich girl, right?”
Now she just looked embarrassed. “That’s not what I said.”
I reached across the counter and took her hand. “Look, Taylor, I’ve had more fun with you these last three nights than I’ve had on any date ever.” She looked up at me, and I leaned forward. “And I don’t just mean the sex, which was mind-blowingly awesome, by the way.” That made Taylor grin, an expression I returned.
“Are you saying you’re not going back to your college boyfriend next week?”
“Taylor, I don’t have a college boyfriend. In fact, I can virtually guarantee you I’m never going to have a boyfriend again.”
That made Taylor chuckle disbelievingly. “So, two nights with me and you’re a dyed in the wool lesbian. Damn, I must be good.”
I thought about arguing with her, but she was right. I knew what I was feeling, the realizations I’d come to, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. She barely knew me. Time for a different attack.
“You’re right. I don’t know what it’s like to be gay, the social stigma that comes with it. And I don’t know what your life has been like, or what whoever hurt you did to you. But I want this, I want more of this, whatever it is, with you.” I looked her in the eye. “Can you trust me enough for that?”
I could see the emotions warring inside her. “Okay, Aly.”
“Okay.” I gave her my most winning smile and took another bite of my oatmeal.
After breakfast we walked down to the driveway together. I kissed her soundly before she climbed onto her bike and motored off, easily maneuvering around my Mini Cooper. I climbed inside and turned on the motor. I’d told her that the next week would be super busy for me, but I’d find a way to carve out some time for her. I’d seen the flash of disbelief in her eyes. She clearly expected to not hear from me again, which really hurt. The thought of never being Taylor’s arms again made me physically ache inside.
I mentally shook away the negatives. I’d show her. But not today, today I needed to think about a few things. As I headed towards home it felt like I was waking up from a dream, or maybe falling back asleep, I wasn’t sure. One thing I did know was that I was having a hard time keeping a silly grin off my face.
When I got home I slipped into the tub after loading it with bubbles and salts, which felt so good. I had the house to myself, except for Taffey and Sparkle. I laid my head back and thought about the last seventy-two hours. I felt like a mask had been removed from my soul. So much of the doubt and the confusion of my adolescence had been laid bare over the last three nights by one incredible woman.
I am a lesbian, definitely on the femme side of the spectrum, and certainly more attracted to more masculine girls, for lack of a better term. But I also understood this was so new. I could understand why Taylor was hesitant. What do I do when I get back to school? Start wearing rainbow flags, join an LGBT group? Is it that simple? Of course it wasn’t. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that a lesbian would not be welcome at my sorority.
And my family? Do I bring her home for dinner; introduce her to my parents? Why do I even hesitate? If Taylor were a guy I wouldn’t. The lifeguard who saved Kelsey? Mother would fawn over them. God, she’d probably push me down the aisle if I showed any interest.
I’d talk to Sadie about everything when she gets here. Until then, I was going to keep this to myself.