– Aly –
I’d love to say I woke up still in Taylor’s arms, but we’d separated during the night. I reached out and slid my hand over her firm, flat stomach, and she rolled towards me. Moments later she’d gathered me back into her embrace, and I shuddered as her warmth infused me. Her leg slid over mine, my head resting on her arm. I breathed deeply, luxuriating in her scent. There might have been a residual note of her cologne, but mostly it was just her skin, with stale sweat and sex in the background. It was wonderful.
I fell back asleep. And this time, when I woke up, I was still where I wanted to be. I stirred, and she kissed me gently on my forehead, making me sigh.
“Good morning, baby.”
Mmm, baby. I was her baby. I can’t tell you how that made me feel. The world was a scary place, and it had gotten a lot more so since I realized I was gay. But here, in Taylor’s arms, I was safe, and loved, and so, so happy.
I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. “Good morning, My Lady.”
She pulled me tight and I snuggled in deeper. “Did my baby enjoy last night?”
“Oh, yes, so much.”
“I’m glad.” Taylor kissed me, gently but with such passion. I didn’t know that was possible. I loved her. And I’d told her last night. And she said it back. And it hadn’t been flippant, an auto response, or anything. She’d really meant it. And the way she was kissing me now. I could feel the truth. Oh, god, maybe that was totally naive, but this felt so good I didn’t care.
“When do you have to be back at school?”
“Nine-thirty.”
“We have a little time then.”
I ran a finger down her side. “Yeah.”
“Go start the shower, clean up, and then I’ll join you, and you can wash and pleasure me.” I felt my whole body shiver with happiness at the order. Well, it wasn’t quite an order; there was still a little questioning in Taylor’s voice. But I was going to treat it as one.
“Yes, My Lady.” I slipped out from between the sheets and walked naked towards the bathroom, letting my ass swing behind me, my hands folded demurely in front. I could feel her eyes on me as I went, which was awesome.
I washed quickly, as I wanted to get to the good part as quickly as possible. As soon as I was done I stood to the side, hands behind my back, and called out. “My Lady, your shower is prepared.”
I felt myself shiver as Taylor entered the bathroom. She was magnificent, tall and lean, with amazing shoulders, a flat, toned stomach, and powerful legs. I wanted, needed to touch her, to worship her. She stepped into the shower, and it took everything I had not to put my hands on her immediately.
“You may begin.”
Wow, that had been an order, and it made me tingle all over. I loaded the shower sponge with body wash and slowly touched her skin. I could barely breathe. God, who was I? I was a together girl, always top grades, president or vice president of stuff. I made the decisions. But around Taylor all that went away. I just wanted to bask in her. The weird thing was that she didn’t make me feel weak. Being around her made me feel strong and confident, like I could do anything, because she loved me. And right now, I just wanted to wash her. So that’s what I did. A simple act of devotion and service for My Lady, and it filled my soul. Hair, shoulders, arms, torso, legs, feet, I worshipped everything.
I could feel her relax as I continued, and she slowly gave herself over to my care. Once I’d finished I rinsed her, taking the liberty to run my hands over her smooth, perfect body. I kissed her gently on the shoulder, making her sigh. Her fingers wove into my wet hair, and she gently guided my head to her breast, which I greedily sucked into my mouth.
Taylor pulled in a deep breath and sighed as I did, my tongue massaging her before I nibbled a little. Her other arm wrapped around me and held me to her. I did the same, encircling her waist and losing myself in the touch of her skin, the feel of her nipple in my mouth. She pulled my head away, and I reluctantly let her breast pop free. My mind was just registering the loss when she put my mouth to the other side and I happily continued.
When she finally tilted my head up, she was looking down at me with her beautiful eyes. They were shining with love and happiness, and I melted inside. Her kiss was magic, and I reveled in it. Her fingers twined through my hair as she broke away, and I stared up at her. She stroked the side of my face once, and then her hands rested on my shoulders, pushing me gently down as I sank to my knees before her, never looking away from her glorious eyes.
She placed her foot on the tile shelf, giving me better access to her sex, and I took full advantage, leaning forward and burying my mouth in her delicious folds. My arms wrapped around her thighs. This was perfect, it was right, on my knees worshipping and pleasuring My Lady. I reveled in every moan, sigh, and gasp, every little sign that told me My Lady was pleased with what I was doing.
And she was, I could tell as she shuddered against me. I needed her pleasure to go on and on, so I refrained from increasing the stimulation, even though I could tell that’s what she wanted. Longer and longer I held her at bay before she whispered into the mist. “Please, baby.”
The begging in My Lady’s voice was too much, and I pulled her clit into my mouth and wrapped it in my tongue as she came apart. I held the contact as she screamed her ecstasy into the air. There was fire in her eyes as she stared down at me, and she lifted me to my feet. Her hand rested on my shoulders for a moment before she turned me around so my back was pressed up against her.
I could feel her hard nipples against my back as My Lady’s hands played over my skin. She cupped my breast, and began working the tip between her fingers, making me gasp and lean my head back into her. She kissed my temple and began to whisper in my ear.
“Baby, do you have any idea how wonderful you are? How much I love to touch you? You make me feel like I could fly, baby, and I’m never letting you go. You’re all mine, my baby, my one and only.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks as she continued to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. It’s strange people call them that, ‘nothings,’ because they meant everything. My mind was reeling at how badly I needed to be hers, to make her happy, my body humming at the contact of her body and hands. My soul, in contrast, was absolutely at peace, safe in My Lady’s arms. Her hand slid over my belly as the steady stream of beautiful words poured from her mouth, and when it dipped between my legs my whole body melted into her.
My breath was coming in jerky, ragged gasps and I was being fully supported by my lover. My body was moving in rhythm with those beautiful fingers when they dipped inside me, My Lady’s thumb massaging my nub.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you pulse in my arms. Nothing makes me happier.”
With those words I lost the last of my resistance and dissolved into orgasmic bliss.
When I finished Taylor was still holding me, her kiss the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. She washed and rinsed me gently before we stepped out of the shower and dried each other. After we finished the little things, like brushing teeth and such, I still needed to dry my hair, where Taylor could get by with a simple towel dry.
As I plugged in the hair dryer she hugged me from behind. “I’ll work on breakfast. I love you.”
I cooed at those words. “Ooh, love you too.”
She left and I stared at myself in the mirror, noting the flush in my skin and the sparkle in my eyes. Once my hair was dried I got dressed and made my way out to the kitchen, where Taylor was waiting with eggs and sausage.
“Do you have a bunch of classes today?”
“Yeah, three. I’ve got four total, plus my senior project. First meeting for that is Thursday afternoon. I’m a little nervous about it. Next semester will be better. ”
“Do you get to choose what you’re going to do? I mean, for your project?”
“Yeah, and I have an idea. Hopefully he’ll approve it.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll tell you if he agrees. I’ll need your help.”
“Well, I’m sure it’ll be amazing.”
“Thanks, sweetie.”
My drive back to campus seemed to take no time at all. The bad part is that Rush started this weekend, so we had events Friday and Saturday nights for the next three weekends, plus selection and initiation after that. After September, things should start to quiet down, but I was going to keep my Tuesday afternoons open if I had to kill people to do it.
By Thursday afternoon I was pretty nervous, sitting outside Professor Del Vecchio’s office waiting for my initial meeting. He called me in precisely at two o’clock.
“Miss Winterberg. Please have a seat.” I did so, not letting myself break eye contact. “So, by contract I only have to take a senior design student every other year. Last year I had Nathan Blaire, so I did not have to agree to this. However I was very impressed by your performance in my design class last year, so I decided to take a chance. I trust I won’t regret it.”
“No, Professor.”
“So, I imagine you’ve given some thought to what you would like to take on for your senior project? Just be aware that this will probably be the last thing you get to design for years, as new graduates have a long road before they get their own projects in the real world. Many never do. So make it good.”
“Yes, sir. My girlfriend is a lifeguard up on Tagalong beach in North Vista, and she was saying that they could really use a new HQ. So I came up with this.” I handed him a hardcopy of the CAD drawing I’d been working on.
If he was thrown at all by the word ‘girlfriend’ he didn’t show it. He looked over what I’d given him for what seemed like hours before he said anything.
“This is a very ambitious project, young lady. More so than I think you realize.” He gave me an appraising look. “I expect excellence in my students, and I don’t settle for less. Get started. First steps?”