It was my turn to steady myself by grabbing the metal worked headboard. Aly went at me with gusto, her eager enthusiasm from our first night together had not abated in the slightest. Her technique, however, had improved in that short time, and her humming moans as she licked and sucked were driving me crazy.
I looked down, seeing her totally focused on her task, completely lost in me. It was so beautiful. My body began to shake and a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, my pent up desire shaking my world as it released.
I slid down Aly’s body and into her arms. If she really hadn’t been able to move before, she must have found her strength somehow, as she rolled me onto my back. Not that I put up any resistance, nor did I stop her as she shimmied down my body until her head was between my legs.
She trailed her tongue over my inner thigh. “May I have more, My Lady?”
“Oh, God, Aly.” She smiled up at me from between my legs, and my heart almost broke at her beauty. She was so lovely. Her brown eyes closed as she put her mouth to me, my pupils rolling up into my head at the intensity of the pleasure.
I don’t remember how long she worked on me, or how many times I came that night. I remember floating down from another orgasm, and Aly crawling up over my body. I pulled her close, listening to her purr in pleasure as she nuzzled into my shoulder.
I held her tight as I could, even throwing a leg around her, pulling hers in so that her thigh rested against mine. There were only two thoughts in my head. One, I did not deserve this precious creature in my arms. And two, I was never, ever letting go.
– Aly –
Heaven. Just absolute, indescribable happiness. I’d never been held so tight. Taylor let go only long enough to pull the covers around us, but I still whimpered unhappily when she did.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
“You won’t let go?”
“No, baby, never.”
“Okay.” I could hear the emotion in her timbre. I’d said something that had struck a nerve. But the sincerity in her voice was obvious, to me at least. Whatever it was, I felt absolutely safe in her arms. She kissed me gently on the forehead, making me sigh. I felt my soul relax, and the last coherent thought I had before I slipped away was both simple and life changing. So this is what falling in love feels like.
When I woke, I was on my side, while Taylor’s fingers ran up and down my arm. My lids fluttered open to see her lying next to me, her blue grey eyes soft as she watched me sleep.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning.” She could look at me like that forever.
“Morning, baby.” My heart did a little flip at the endearment. “Sleep well?”
“Mm-hm.” I stretched out under the covers. “What time is it?”
“Just past seven-thirty. I’ve gotta start getting ready. Sorry.” She was still smiling softly at me, which made me all warm inside. I sighed, knowing I couldn’t hold onto this magical moment any longer.
I couldn’t keep my face from falling a little, and Taylor reached out and stroked my hair. “I’ve gotta take a shower. We have some time. Join me?”
It was a wonderful half an hour. We loved each other slowly, washing and caressing, filled with wet, endless kisses. I knelt before her and worshipped her as I had the last time we’d showered together. That felt wonderful, as did the way she kissed me under the water’s flow after I finished.
Once we’d dried each other Taylor went back out into the bedroom while I dried my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror I was almost shocked at the reflection. I was smiling, not a stupid, goofy smile, but one of contentment. I loved sleeping with her, and I didn’t just mean the sex. Getting ready with her, eating breakfast here. Sure enough, when I shut off the blow dryer I could hear Taylor out in the kitchen.
I dressed quickly and made my way out for breakfast, where my lover already had a bowl of oatmeal ready for me, with brown sugar and raisins, just like I liked. The first bite sent a warm feeling through me, just like when Taylor smiled at me, like she was now.
“It sucks that you have to work today.”
“I know, baby.” I grinned at her, and she sat up straight. “Do you hate it when I call you that?”
I laughed to myself. “I always thought I would. A couple of my boyfriends called me that, and it always grated.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll…”
“Sweetie, let me finish.” I reached out and grabbed her hand. “But with you, it’s different. I like it. Love it really.” My cheeks were heating up but I held her gazed. “Maybe it’s not very feminist of me, but I like being your baby.”
She squeezed my hand, and her dazzling true smile spread on her face. It wasn’t her knowing smirk, rather it was shy, unsure, and absolutely beautiful. “I like it, too. And don’t worry too much about the feminist angle. After all, you are in a relationship with another woman.”
I could see the realization of what she’d said dawn on her, but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook. “Is that what’s happening?”
“I mean, um, well.” She grimaced adorably. “I put my foot in it, didn’t I?”
I stirred my oatmeal with my spoon. “That depends. Is that what you want?”
“I asked first. Sort of.” We both laughed, and I reached across the table to take her hand in both of mine.
“Taylor, I know you don’t know me really well, but I don’t date around. And I certainly don’t sleep around. This last week, it’s meant so much to me. And I want to see where it goes.”
“You really want to be saddled with a same sex relationship your senior year of college? You wouldn’t be happier if I just faded away?” Her voice was thick with emotion, and it broke my heart.
“You mean am I scared? Sure. I’m scared about telling my parents, my sorority sisters. But I’m a hell of a lot more scared of walking out that door and never seeing you again.”
“Okay.” She shook my hand a little.
“But I’m not the only one here. What do you want, Taylor?”
Her voice got really small, but I heard every word clearly. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Oh, sweetie.” I stood up and moved around the counter and took her in my arms, burying my head in her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. Please trust me.” Taylor held me close for a minute, her body relaxing as she did.
We finished our breakfast, the conversation much lighter. I gave Taylor a deep, lingering kiss before she got on her bike and rumbled off down the street, and I leaned against my Mini for a moment, savoring the residual taste of her on my lips.
The front door opened, and Vicky stepped out onto her porch. I looked at her and smiled.
“So, back again, Aly?” She sipped from her coffee cup and gave me a knowing look.
I glanced up towards Taylor’s apartment and blushed. “Yeah. She’s kind of addictive.”
Vicky chuckled. “I bet. Would you like a coffee? We could talk.”
I nodded. Writing this now I can see how some might be nervous about me going into the empty home of an older, not to mention devastatingly beautiful, lesbian, but that thought literally never crossed my mind at the time. I think it’s just because you haven’t met Vicky. She has this energy, a big part of which is her absolute devotion to the woman she loves, and I was totally comfortable saying yes and walking into her house.
I took the mug that Vicky poured for me and added some cream and sugar before taking a sip. “Mmm, that’s really good.”
“I get it from a special shop. It is very good.” Vicky took another drink from her own cup. I could sense her desire to ask me something was warring against her hesitancy to pry. Finally the former won out. “So, are you out to your family?”
My cheeks heated up and I stared down at my mug. “No. It’s only been a week”
“So you have not been in many relationships with women then.”
I smiled weekly. “This is my first.”
“And you start with our Taylor. Bold choice.”
“Yeah, I got the impression from you guys she doesn’t really do relationships.” I leaned forward and put my elbows on the counter. “But I don’t think it’s because she doesn’t want one. I think she’s scared.”
“When I first met her, Taylor was, um, broken, I think. That has been almost four years. Maybe now she has healed.” Vicky sat down and beckoned me to join her.
“She’s mentioned a girlfriend in college. I guess that didn’t end well.”
Vicky nodded. “I did not know her then, but I have heard the story. Unfortunately it is not mine to tell.”
I nodded, obviously a little disappointed.
Vicky continued. “Since then, though, no girlfriends that I have seen. She has certainly not brought any to meet us.” Her gaze was significant over her cup. “Until now.
That renewed my blush, and I couldn’t help but smile. “I really like her.” My eyes glanced up towards Taylor’s apartment. “I’m worried she doesn’t trust me, though. Just things she’s said, like she figures I’ll lose interest.”
Vicky nodded. “When Jennifer retired, she felt the same. We had been together for almost three years, but still, it was very hard. She was the well-known athlete, I her beautiful girlfriend. After she hurt herself, we moved here and my modeling career did very well, and suddenly she was on my arm, instead of the reverse.
“She never said anything, or indicated that she did not trust me, but I could see it in her eyes. People would treat her like she was not there, they hit on me often, whether she was present or not, men and women. Even my agent told me to break it off, it would help my career to be dating someone more well known.”
Vicky leaned back in her chair, looking up at the wedding photo hanging on her wall, eyes clouding with memory. “I will never forget that night, when I came home I was so upset, but I couldn’t tell Jennifer. She held me while I cried, and when I asked she made slow, beautiful love to me. Every touch confirmed how much I was loved and cherished by this woman, and that no one would ever love me as purely and deeply as my Jennifer, and I never wanted anyone else. As I lay in her arms afterwards I told her what my agent had said, and we both cried. She asked if I wanted to leave. I had never seen her so hurt. I swore that I did not and begged her to never leave me. She proposed to me there, in our bed.”