I made my eyes wide and innocent as possible as I looked up at her and nodded shyly. “But only if it pleases My Lady.”
“You know, I believe it would.” She kissed me, one I could feel in my toes. “But there’s one small problem, baby. You’re wearing all these clothes.”
“I’m sorry my lady.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby. It just means I get to watch you take them off. Stand up for me.”
I did as I was told, my whole body quivering in anticipation. I stepped to the other side of the coffee table and turned around, giving Taylor my best bedroom eyes. She picked up her phone and tapped at it for a few seconds before a slow, sensuous jazz beat began to play through her wireless speakers. “Dance for me, baby.”
I started to sway my hips to the rhythm, putting my pinkie into my mouth for a moment, never taking my eyes of My Lady. I let the music slowly fill me, adding more and more to my constant movement. My lids closed, and I arced my neck and gathered my hair up in what I hoped were sexy bunches. When I glanced back to the couch the hunger in Taylor’s face was evident. That was all I needed to keep going.
I turned around and reached down, slowly pulling up the ruffled blouse I was wearing. When I was standing it covered my behind, so I really was revealing that too, so I gave it a little wiggle as I did.
I tossed my top on the floor, looking back over my shoulder as I embraced myself around the waist. Taylor leaned forward in appreciation, and I gave her a seductive smile as my ass swayed in time to the music. I turned back towards her, pushing my chest out as I reached back and unsnapped my bra.
“Baby, you are so beautiful. Damn.”
As my brassiere hit the floor I crossed my arms under my breasts, lifting as I pouted above them. Taylor shook her head with a laugh before taking a deep breath and running her fingers through her hair. I knew she was fighting just coming to get me.
I wanted to finish the job, so I turned back around, keeping my knees straight. I pushed both my leggings and my thong down. Now completely nude I gave myself over to the rhythm, weaving and swaying my hips, waist, shoulders, everything. After a minute I walked back past the couch, ass wiggling all the way to the bed.
I climbed onto the mattress on all fours, thighs together, making my outer lips puff out between them. I looked over my shoulder, watching Taylor grin ear to ear and shake her head. I matched her expression as I wiggled my tush back and forth, a thrill racing through my body as she stood and came towards the bed.
My eyes turned back towards the headboard, and I made myself not acknowledge Taylor coming towards me. I took a few deep breaths, trying to relax my humming body. But I still gasped as she climbed onto the mattress. She knelt behind me, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing herself against my back. She’s stripped of her shirt on her way, and I could feel the warmth of her skin on mine.
A hand slid underneath me, caressing me from my shoulder down and cupping my breast, then to my side, over my hip and between my legs, making me gasp.
“Baby, you’re so wet.”
“Just ready to serve you, My Lady.”
“Yeah?” She slid two fingers inside me, making me let out a low, breathy coo. “”So you’re not enjoying this?” Two quick more strokes made my brain start to fuzz out, and I had to make myself focus to answer.
“Yes, My Lady, so much, as long as it makes you happy.”
She leaned down, her breath a throaty whisper next to my ear. “You know what makes me happy, baby?” Her fingers slipped out of my vagina and stroked my clit as I whimpered. “Making you come and come. Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes, My Lady.”
“Good. Stay like that.” She stopped touching me, and I gave a little moan of disappointment. She climbed off the bed, and I could hear her fiddle with the strap on. The vibrator came on as she centered herself behind me. That made me happy, she was using the double ender, so she was going to enjoy this too, which let me relax. I took several deep breaths as she used my copious juices to lube the phallus. Moments later I felt it press against my opening, and I grasped the metal bars of the headboard and prepared for heaven to fill me.
***
Just under an hour later I was lying in Taylor’s arms, my skin still humming in the afterglow of our lovemaking. My Lady’s fingers moved lovingly through my hair, one of her legs thrown over mine and my face nestled between her skin and the pillow.
I turned my mouth up and kissed her on the neck, earning a contented sigh. “Is My Lady relaxed now?”
“Mmm, yeah, baby. You were wonderful.” She kissed me on the forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Blissful. Unfortunately, you’re still going to have to fill out that paperwork.”
“See, now the anxiety’s coming back. What am I going to do about that?”
“You’re in luck. I’m not going back to school until Monday. So you have access to your own personal stress reliever all weekend long, anytime you want.”
“Yippee.” Taylor’s grin could have lit up a room. “Oh, that reminds me. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Really? What?”
“It’s out on the counter.”
I pulled away slightly. “Can I go get it?”
She nodded, so we climbed out of bed and walked, both completely naked and holding hands, to the kitchen. It was so easy being intimate with her. Before I’d met her, the idea of being casually naked with anyone had been almost unthinkable. Now, as long as it was Taylor, it didn’t bother me in the slightest.
“Here.” Taylor picked up something small and metal off the counter.
“Is that a key to your apartment?”
“Yup. I want you to be able to come and go, so if you spend a Friday night you won’t have to rush off when I have to go to work.” Taylor got a wicked gleam in her eye. “And maybe you’re even still here when I get back. You know, stuff like that.”
I couldn’t help the tear that burned in my eye. I held the silver metal in my hand for a moment before wrapping my lover in a hug. Feeling her skin against mine, I wondered if I could ever be happier.
– Taylor –
I hadn’t really expected this emotional of a reaction, but I didn’t mind, not in the slightest. I remembered holding the key at Lowes after I’d had it made the other day. I’d been surprised how much it meant to me. I was letting Aly in, both literally and figuratively. She’d have access to my home when I wasn’t there. I mean, I wasn’t concerned about her carrying off my things. She could probably buy everything in my apartment in a single Amazon shopping cart without her daddy even noticing. But that didn’t matter. Mostly, at least. He could have all the money in the world, but Aly, she was all mine.
I’d only let one other get this close, and I’d sworn that it would never happen again. Was I setting myself up for another disaster? Probably, but I’d talked it over with Jen and Vicky a bunch of times, and they kept bringing up how if I never let anyone in, I’d die miserable and alone. I’d decided they were right, hence the key.
But I also was nervous about the whole thing, right up until the moment Aly hugged me. She couldn’t do me like Gillian. I wouldn’t be able to handle that.
Aly separated from me slightly and looked up with those beautiful brown eyes of hers. “Taylor, are you okay?”
I forced a smile onto my face. “Sure, why?”
“You look sad. Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” She held the key out in her palm, reluctantly offering it back.
I blinked away a tear, silently hoping she hadn’t seen it. “No, I’m very sure.” I closed her fingers over it. “I want you to have it.” She clearly wasn’t convinced. “Baby, can I talk to you?”
Aly nodded, concern evident in her eyes.
“Let’s go sit down.” I led her over to the couch and she sat with her back to me. I wrapped my arms around her. Not looking in her eyes made this easier. “You know I’ve had a serious girlfriend before.”
“I know, and that it didn’t end well. She hurt you somehow.”
“Her name was Gillian. She was a year ahead of me in school.” I took a deep breath. If I was going to tell the story I might as well do it. “When I finally worked up the nerve to go to the LGBT meetings, she was there. We became friends, and then we were more than friends. We dated all through my sophomore year. She was the first girl I kissed, the first I, um, yeah, so, anyway.” I could feel my cheeks heating up. Why was it so hard to talk about this?
“So what happened, sweetheart?” Aly ran her fingers over my arms.
“I opened up. I lived out and proud. I was swimming, and doing my art, wearing clothes that were more me, and I was in love with a beautiful girlfriend, who I thought adored me. It was wonderful.”
“Is that when you cut your hair?”
I grinned at the memory. “Yeah. It was even shorter than it is now. Buzzed on the sides and everything.”
“I like it how it is, all messy and stuff.” She reached and tousled my hair.
I laughed. “Thanks, baby. But, anyway, my junior year and her senior year we decided to share an apartment. Her dad had money and she got him to pay for it somehow. We were moving in together, and my naive, twenty-year-old brain thought we were going to be together forever. I visited home that summer and got in a big fight with my dad, so I told him I was gay, mostly to hurt him, I think, and I came back pseudo-disowned.”
“Pseudo?”
“My dad won’t talk to me. Mom will, as long as she gets to use her disappointed voice. My sibs are a mixed lot, but…” I heaved a sigh and got back to the point. “But I figured I didn’t need them. I had Gillian, and she was going to be my everything. She was my family now, right? I didn’t need anybody else.”
“So what happened?”
“Nothing. That year was great. We shared everything, and it was just like I’d imagined. She was graduating and I thought she’d get a job while I finished school and then, whatever. But the day before her parents arrived for graduation she told me she was moving back home to work at her father’s business, and that we couldn’t be together anymore.”
“Wow. Just like that?”
“Yeah. I felt like she’d hit me in the stomach with a sledgehammer. All the air in my body disappeared. I just stared at her as she left.”
“I’m so sorry, Taylor.”
“Looking back there were clues. She never posted pictures of us, never changed her status, always very reluctant with PDA’s. I ignored them. I was in love. Or at least I thought I was.”