Just a few hours later I was lying in Taylor’s bed, reveling in her strong arms, which were holding me after the very thorough fucking I’d just received. When I’d arrived she’d been wearing only a pair of panties and The Captain, and she’d immediately ordered me strip and get on all fours on the bed. I was a little disappointed, because the panties meant she was on her monthly, and how she let me service her was going to be significantly curtailed today.
But lying here as she stroked my hair and held me close, it was nice. I did need to tell my family, though, and I would, right after the art fair. I’d schedule something, a dinner maybe, to introduce everyone. I had a vision of Taylor at Thanksgiving, our feet gently touching under the table as she talked with Kelsey or my dad, or me cuddled up with her around the tree at Christmas as we all exchanged gifts.
Just thinking about it made me tear up a little.
“You okay, baby?”
“Oh, yeah, just thinking about stuff. Are you hungry?”
“Naturally.”
Soon we were sitting outside a little mom and pop diner. Taylor was attacking a greasy burger and fries, which I admit looked a lot better than my chicken salad sandwich. I snitched one of the crispy potatoes off of her plate with a coquettish smile. She gave me a stern look, which made me shiver inside.
I chewed the fry, my smile widening.
“You are cruising, you know, baby.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Ohh, we’ll deal with that later.”
“Yes, My Lady. So are you ready for next week?”
Taylor’s face morphed instantly from the stern look of My Lady to the far more unsure one of the artist inside. “Yeah, I think so. I’m just doing finishing touches on everything now. I could set it out tomorrow if I had to.”
“Are you happy with it?”
Taylor made a face and shook her head. “No, and yes, sometimes.” She gave herself a shake. “Every once in a while I look at some of the pieces and I think they’re good, maybe really good. And then sometimes all I see are the flaws and I wonder why I even try.”
“No artist is ever happy with their own work? Is that it?”
Taylor looked sheepish. “Maybe. Cliched, huh?”
“I think you’re amazing. The most talented artist in the world.” The side of her mouth quirked up, eyes laughing at my hyperbole. “You think I’m kidding? I don’t kid about things like that.” I went around the table and climbed into her lap.
“Aly, what are you doing?”
“Trying to explain how amazing you are.” With that I kissed her deep and long. Taylor was tight for a moment, before relaxing into our embrace. In a tribute to the liberality of LA, no one even looked disapprovingly at us, and I had my love grinning at me as I broke away. “Now, you should take me to see all this amazing work you’ve been doing before you bring me back to your apartment and ravish me.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
***
Taylor was lying on her back, her arm stretched over to my side of the bed as I rested my head on her shoulder. She was asleep, and so beautiful. I just couldn’t help staring. My legs shifted slightly under the covers, feeling the pleasant soreness between my thighs. Taylor had been a woman on a mission when she’d gotten me home. She’d made it very clear that it was all about me tonight, and that she expected me to fully enjoy it. And once I’d relaxed I so had.
I gazed at Taylor’s face, sliding my hand over her middle. The things she’d shown me at the warehouse were amazing. The metal seemed alive in a way that it hadn’t quite before, and I’d been duly impressed, cooing over almost every piece. And no part of my praise had been feigned.
As I’d been admiring one particular piece she’d slipped her arms around me and breathed a kiss onto my neck. “You’re my muse, you know. I can only do this because of you. I love you.”
My emotions had overwhelmed me for a moment, and my eyes had burned with tears. And now lying here in her arms I felt ashamed and unworthy. I had the most amazing of women in my life, but I didn’t have the courage to tell anyone about her. I mean Sadie knew, but no one else. I hadn’t had the courage to tell my family or my sister at the house. I told myself as soon as the art fair was over I was going to introduce them. I was, even if it filled me with bone deep terror.
When Taylor woke up I pulled her into a deep kiss before snuggling as deeply as possible into her embrace. “Wednesday mornings are the best.”
“Mmm, no arguments, here, baby. I hate waking up without you.”
I looked up at her. “Really?”
“Yeah.” She stroked my hair, making my eyes close as I sighed and leaned into her hand. “My baby makes everything better when she’s here.”
“I exist to please My Lady.” Reading it back now it sounds corny, but in that moment I spoke with absolute sincerity, and watching her face melt into an expression of pure love and adoration was the most glorious thing I’d ever witnessed. She rolled me onto my back, her kiss deep and passionate, and slowly she worked down my body. She pleasured me slowly, sensually, and by the time my body seized in orgasm I was completely lost in the wonder of her.
Unfortunately I did have to shower, and I knew Taylor would not let me bath her while she was still bleeding. I would have done it, of course, but she was shy. My big, tough butch, embarrassed about a silly thing like that. She was adorable.
As we sat for breakfast I decided to bring it up. “Taylor?”
“Mmm?” She sipped her cup of coffee.
“Can, uh, I’d, um, I want to introduce you to my family.”
Her expression was uncertain. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I mean, I want this to last. Don’t you?”
Her eyes widened. “God, yes. That’s not, I mean, I just, I want you to be ready.”
“I am. I’m ready. I love you.”
“Okay.” Another casual sip of java.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
We agreed that after the fair I’d set up a dinner, and she would see about getting away from work early on a weekend.
Eventually, though, I had to leave Taylor’s arms and kisses behind and head back toward my real pretend world of college. My phone binged a couple of times while I was driving, but I was good and didn’t check them until I parked on campus. I was a little early, so I headed into the classroom and sat before pulling out my phone. There was one from Taylor, which made me blush and giggle, one from Sadie saying she was meeting with a study group during lunch, and one from my mom, asking me to call.
My class was good, but I was famished by the end of it. Taylor had really worked me over last night, after all. I was also remembering the greasy burger she’d had for lunch yesterday, so I headed for a little campus diner for one of those. After ordering and sitting down I decided to try mom. Her schedule was so unpredictable that any time could be good or bad. But this time she picked up after the first ring.
“Hey sweetie.”
“Hi mom, what’s up?”
“It’ll be quick. Kelsey’s finally talked your dad into that pool party. Is there any chance you’re free Saturday afternoon? I could really use an extra set of hands.”
I did a mental check of my schedule. “Yeah, what time do you want me?”
“Well, the party starts at three, so, maybe noonish? I’ll feed you.”
I laughed. “Sure, mom, I’ll see you then.” OK, good, this was perfect. I’ll talk to them this weekend.
***
By four o’clock Saturday my parent’s house was completely overrun by teenagers. Kelsey was wearing the orange bikini I’d bought her on that fateful day, and she was splashing around in the pool. I wonder how exactly that conversation had gone down.
But it was good to see my sister having fun. I know the parental units had her seeing a counselor to make sure there were no after effects from her near death experience, but she seemed to be doing fine. She was in the water, playing with her friends. Our backyard pool wasn’t exactly the Pacific Ocean, but I’d honestly wondered if she’d want to get into any body of water bigger than a bathtub ever again.
“Sweetie, can you go help your dad?”
“Sure, mom.”
We’d been going non-stop since I’d gotten here, so I hadn’t had a chance to talk mom or dad about Taylor. Not that I was terribly eager once it came to it. Whenever I even thought about it my heart would race and I would happily tackle the next task, even if doing so made me curse the fact my mother refused to hire a party company for setup and catering like a normal person. My dad was just excited to be able to grill large quantities of meat.
I headed out to the garage, where dad was digging something out of the chest freezer. “Hey, sweetie, could you grab that empty box?”
“Yeah, dad.” He began loading in frozen burgers, brats, and hot dogs, and I had to shift my arms to hold on.
“Too heavy?”
“No, I got it.”
“Ok, that’s all of them. Let me take that, sweetheart. Can you get the buns?” He nodded toward several milk crates filled with bread. I gathered them up and followed him out to the back patio, where the sound of teenagers shouting and laughing, along with the pulse of the latest bubblegum pop, assaulted my ears. Too bad my sister didn’t have my much more refined, collegiate tastes in music.