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Stolen Moments Ch. 01

By: Tyr51



Suzanne never really considered herself to be a clock-watcher, but this day was dragging like none other. 4:50PM. It had been the sort of day filled with mindless repetitive tasks, and there was no helping it. She had almost prayed that someone, somewhere, would have any kind of corporate emergency just to give the lagging time a little kick in the behind. But it never happened. 4:52. 4:53. Absently, she checked her email again. Nope. Nothing new in the last five minutes. She kept the program up and absently clicked the refresh button over and over again. Nothing. 4:54. click. click. oooh! A new message! Nope. HR just sending out another reminder about medical claim reimbursement forms being due before the holiday weekend. 4:55. She looked up from her computer and listened to her boss in the next room. She was on a telephone call, and it sounded like it would be a long one. Suzanna couldn't stand it any longer and decided to take the opportunity to slip out just a few minutes early. 

She turned off her computer, and forwarded her phone. She opened her purse and checked the contents. Wallet? Check. Car Keys? Check. Compact? Check. She would have to stop by the supermarket later as there was no more milk in the house. She opened the compact and pulled out the powder brush, sweeping it over her nose and cheeks, and then reapplying her lipstick. Assured that she no longer looked like she had been through a harrowing day, she packed everything back in to her bag, slung it crosswise over her body, and walked out to the elevators. She pressed for the 3rd floor. It had been raining earlier that morning. Driving to work seemed like a good idea at the time. 

With a satisfying ding, the elevator stopped its motion with a little dip and opened its doors on the third floor. A few minutes before the end of the workday, the car park was surprisingly devoid of people. Good. No one to say they saw her leave early. Even if it was 4:58 now. The car was parked in that odd place between floors, so she had a small ways to walk, but not too far. She'd soon be on her way home. She made her way and turned the corner, her small car in sight. She started to rummage for her keys.

Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. Suzanne's eyes became wide and she let out a harrowing scream, grabbing at the hand and trying to turn to see her attacker. A second set of arms grabbed her, pinning her arms behind her back, and she struggled.... kicking out, letting her knees buckle to try and get under those oppressive arms, moving her head wildly, and all the while trying to make any kind of noise from behind the hand. Her hair was caught and pulled back, forcing her head still and she watched with horror as darkness descended over her eyes. Suzanne whimpered and struggled all the harder, trying to rub the damn blindfold off on her attackers shoulders.... if she could only get a look! But with the darkness came disorientation, and her struggles became more erratic and less planned, and while it had been only a minute, she feared she was getting tired. Her arms were pulled back a little further and she felt something cold and hard against them... then she heard the tell tale click of handcuffs being fastened. 

It was over. She was going to die. 

And she had spent the last few minutes of her life refreshing her email inbox. But it was almost 5 o'clock...if she could just detain them a little longer, someone would come down the elevator and...

Just as the thought occurred to her, a hand was one her head, pushing it down. She heard a deep voice say, "Watch your step," and she was unceremoniously pushed into what she determined had to be a car. Her face fell onto the leather seats, but the hand holding her mouth was gone. She let out a scream. The door shut and her scream reverberated off the inside of the car. Too well. "@#%$," She thought. The car was sound proofed. Or as good as. No way the noise would be heard near the elevators. The vehicle was turned on, and then it began to move forward.... she could feel it make the spiral turns of the inside of the garage. Try as she might, she had no idea what direction they were heading any longer. She struggled to sit up. Surprisingly, she felt two strong hands clasp her shoulders and pull her into a sitting position. He must be sitting across from her, she determined. 

He moved in very close. It had to be a "he." His hands were large, and strong, but did not handle her roughly. She felt him move close to her, lean over her, reach behind her. He smelled of expensive soap, and lightly of a clean cologne that she vaguely recognized. His warmth was apparent as he got quite close. He took the chain of the cuffs ("maybe he will let my hands go free?") and attached them to something on the back of the seat near the small of her back. Suzanne felt a new wave of despair. She was attached to the car. She wouldn't fall over, but she couldn't move from that spot if her life depended on it. The man moved away, apparently to sit back down across from her and said nothing.

Suzanne started to tremble. And still he said nothing. The longer he waited, the longer her imagination had to come up with all the sordid details of her impending doom. How long before someone knew she was missing? No one would know until work tomorrow, that was for sure. Her cat would notice, fat good that would do her. What did he want? How could she get out of this? She could try kicking him, but she would have no way to escape the car... What if she tried to talk with him? Could she reach him with words? Convince him that she was no threat, and then manage to escape the car when his guard was down? Suzanne licked her lips nervously.

"I..." She started. 

A low "Shhh" interrupted her. 

"No," she responded. "What do you want? I have to know... you have to tell me, please...someone will..." Suzanne felt a finger press up against her lips and pulled her head back startled. The finger did not leave her lips. Then she heard him speak softly into her ear. 

"You're okay, Suzanne." He brushed her tousled hair back with his hand and tucked it behind her ear. The movement was curiously soothing, and confusing coming from her captor. Her breaths still came is shallow gasps. "You're okay. No one is going to hurt you, unless you force them to. If you sit quietly, and do as you're told, you will be fine, and back home in your own bed later on this evening."

Confused as ever, she argued "But what do you want." 

"I want you to sit quietly and do as your told. Don't make me tell you again, Suzanne." 

She had not realized that she was crying, but she felt him wipe a tear off her cheek tenderly. It was all too much. She was alone, and frightened and this man was the only thing between her and what she was sure was a certain and gruesome death. She tried to sit still while he soothed away her tears.

"You're lovely." He intoned. His voice was baritone and resonant. "I have wanted you like this a long time, Suzanne." He knew her name. It just registered. Suzanne immediately started trying to match up the voice to any she knew.... but she was certain she had never heard it before. She did not stop trying. Then she felt his hand on her coat jacket. It unbuttoned the 5 front buttons slowly, but with deliberate intent. 

"Oh God," she muttered. "Please don't rape me." She heard a low amused laughter 

"I wont. But if you don't wait to speak until spoken to, I will have to gag you." Suzanne immediately clammed up. A gag would make it harder to escape. She had to bide her time. 

The coat was unbuttoned. He didn't try to slide it off her shoulders, but he opened it wide, and tucked it between her breasts and her arms. Then he started on her blouse. She trembled, he cupped her neck with his hand and his thumb caressed her jaw. Firm. Reassuring. After a moment, when she was no longer shaking so noticeably, he undid the button at her neck. Then he moved on the next and exposed the top swell of her breasts. And then another. And another. And another. Then finally the last. Suzanne felt the cool air on her breasts as he pushed the shirt aside; his only touch was his hand, and the soothing motion of his thumb. Much to her dismay, Suzanne felt her nipples tighten in the suddenly cooler air and knew he could see them beneath the thin silk of her bra. And somehow, she knew he was looking. His hand gently stole up her side and cupped the underside of her breast. "Very nice," she heard him whisper, and felt the brief touch of his fingers on her nipple, and then he disappeared. 

"Sit very still for me Suzanne. I have to say I enjoy your choice of undergarments, but they're in my way." She suddenly sat up very straight as she felt the flat edge of what had to be a knife drawn up her stomach. It drew up between her breasts, and with a quick motion, the pressure on her breasts let up. She felt a hand brush away the now useless cup and expose her to his gaze. She wanted to desperately to cry out, but remembering his threat to gag her, wrestled with these sounds. She felt his hands move down to her legs and move slowly up her skirt. He paused for a moment mid-thigh. "Thigh highs, Suzanne? Who were you trying to impress?" Suzanne said nothing. "I asked you a question," he prodded firmly. 

"N, no one. They were all I had ...today..." 

"Liar." He said. "You wore them because you like to wear them. Under all this conservative clothing, you have to keep some sort of secret, don't you? I wonder if you ever bother to wear underwear." She moved her face to the side as if she had been slapped. She did indeed wear her thigh highs for her. And she wore them everyday. When you lived by yourself for so long, sometimes you had to remind yourself that you were pretty, desirable. Even if no one else ever bothered to let you know. 

His hand stroked the part of her exposed thigh right above the edge of her stockings. As it brushed softly, repeatedly, the skin there began to warm and tingle, and get incredibly sensitive to the rough texture of his fingers. Then they started moving up again. His hand reached her hip and encountered the strap of her silk underwear. She felt a small surge of triumph. He had been wrong about that. She was no slut. But she felt little relief. He was dangerously close to her. Then she felt that small knife sliding under her skirt as well. She closed her legs together tightly and prayed. 

She felt his hands come to one strap, and then the other. Slowly, she felt the remains of her panties pulled from her leaving her exposed beneath her skirt.

His hand moved to cup her face. "I can't tell you how beautiful you are like this. I want to remember you like this always." He moved towards her lips and bushed them gently with his own. His breath was sweet, and he had slight stubble on his chin. 5 o'clock shadow. What time was it now? She felt his thumb brush her lower lip. "Open for me." He commanded. She found herself unclenching her jaw, despite her better judgment. But her better judgment wasn't working when he was this close. She was frightened, and he was offering comfort of a sort. His lips brushed hers again, his tongue running lightly along the inside of her lip, and then he took her bottom lip between her own and suckled gently. His kiss continued, his lips playing with hers until she forgot her semi-nakedness and thought only of his lips. His kiss became more demanding, and his tongue began to play with hers... stroking it, taunting it into sparing with his. She wanted to put her arms around him, but then realized she couldn't. And recalled why she couldn't. 

It jarred her back into reality, but he didn't let her stay there for long. His mouth moved to the side of her neck and he caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth. He traced his tongue along the curve of her ear, his hot breath teasing her. His mouth descended down along her neck, and he whirled his tongue across a particularly sensitive spot near her shoulder over, and over again. Then he tested it with his teeth, making her gasp. 

She felt his hands move to her sides and make their way up to cup her heavy breasts, lifting them. His mouth came to the front of her and he kissed the hollow of her throat, then moved his way down. He lifted her right breast to his mouth and briefly ran his tongue over the tip. She stiffened with shock, then she felt him purse his lips and blow cool air over the now wet nipple, and it tightened even more painfully. He chuckled softly, and fastened his mouth upon his, suckling upon it rhythmically. His mouth was so hot it felt as if he could burn her with its warmth. He used his teeth gently to hold her nipple in place as his tongue laved at the over sensitized tip. Suzanne moaned.

He moved his mouth to the other one and gave it similar attention, his hand coming up to worry the now abandoned breast. It was all too much, and it was not enough. Her hips wanted desperately to move. She wanted more, and she started to tremble.

He dragged his mouth back to her other ear and whispered "You're trembling." 

"I am so afraid of you," she answered breathlessly. She felt him smile into her hair. 

"Shall we see?" And with that his hand moved to her knee and began to move towards her center. Suzanne held her breath. His movement was slow, but deliberate. And the only thing she could do was shut her legs. How could she have let them go slack to begin with!!

"Relax your legs, Suzanne." She just turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut beneath her blindfold. His hand remained trapped between her thighs, but he reached up with his other hand and trapped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pressed it till she gasped. "Open them." 

"I can't," she whispered. His hand continued to toy with her breast. 

"You can." Suzanne shy, miserably, loosened the death grip of her thighs, and his hand came to touch her core. His finger slipped between her lower lips and they slid easily. He nipped her lightly on the neck as she gave a groan... 

"Oh no, Suzanne... I don't think that was why you were trembling." He caught her lips in a kiss that filled her with softening distress as he stroked her softly. His finger circled a place that made her gasp. His hand stopped, and he came back to that place and circled it again. Her breath caught in her throat. Intrigued, he touched her only there, rubbing, manipulating her until she cried out, then he slipped a finger deep inside her. Her eyes opened wide into the darkness behind her blindfold. 

"Oh god...." she breathed, and his hand moved in a way that made his intentions very clear. He slipped his finger out again to touch her clitoris. The sensation was jarring, and all her world was centered on his distressing hand. She felt so empty.... she would do anything to not feel this way.... he lifted towards his hands, begging silently to feel him enter her again. Anything to ease this aching void. 

"What do you want?" he asked. Suzanne refused to answer. In return, the man refused to increase the pressure of his hand. "Tell me what you want." 

"N, nothing... I.... oooo." 

"You want something. Tell me what it is." 

"You know what it is," she accused silently. 

"Tell me." She moved more frantically beneath his hand, trying to encourage him to enter her again without saying a word... 

"please..." 

"Please what, Suzanne?" She couldn't take it anymore. If she didn't get... 

"please.... I need...." With that two fingers entered her and she gasped with pleasure. Warmth suffused her whole body and she felt a tightening in her stomach. It suddenly became very hard to breath. He spread his two fingers within her causing her breath to break and her world to start breaking apart. He curled his fingers towards him and touched a spot that made the world spin. He pressed against her clit with his thumb while he moved his fingers within her and she cried out. It was too much. It was far too much. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching, a fine sweat breaking out on her back and between her breasts. She felt his mouth return to her breast and only wished she could hold him to her as she spiraled higher and higher. Everything was focused on her center. There was nothing else but this and the man causing her to feel tighter than she had ever felt before. 

"Come for me. I want you to, now, while this part of me is inside of you. I want to feel you around me... just let it happen... Suzanne." With that she felt something break open inside of her and she exploded into a thousand shattering pieces.... she clenched, cried out, and clenched again. He didn't stop the motion until her shuddering had stopped, and then he stroked her lightly. She sat back against the seat, her hands numb from the pressure, and let the last of the sweet sensations sweep through her body. 

He was sitting beside her again. And he was doing up her blouse, ignoring the ruined bra. She noticed that the car had stopped. When had that happened? She began to get alarmed as the euphoria wore off. He pulled her jacket together and buttoned it as well. "I am going to undo your hands. Then I am going to help you get out of the car. You are going to count to ten, remove your blind fold, and then you are free to go." Suzanne was stunned. She felt his hands at her wrists, and felt blood rush back to them as they were liberated from their confines. She brought them to her front and rubbed them. She heard the door open, and he took her elbow. "Watch your step," he said. She stood up shakily and felt him leave her side. The car door slammed and it started to move away.

1.... 2...3.... 4... she couldn't take it. She quickly removed the blindfold and saw the back end of a black sedan turn the corner. She could not make out the license plate. As it sped out of sight she took in her surroundings. She was back in the garage. Her purse was on the ground where it had fallen in the struggle. She walked to pick it up, stunned at what had happened. She looked again at the direction the car had taken. She looked down into her hand. 

In it she was still clutching the blindfold. 

It was a scarf, made of sheer black silk. And soft. 

"There you are!" Suzanne sighted her boss coming off of the elevator. "I thought you had taken off early, but I guess you are just getting off work too, eh? These long nights are a kicker." Suzanne looked up, startled. She felt her lips turn in a smile, attempting to look composed and uninterrupted.

"Yeah," she answered. "I was held up away from my desk.... but I am going home now." She tried hard not to blink; the evening light seemed bright to her eyes. 

"Good. Good. See you tomorrow then!" 

"See you." Her boss got into her BMW and drove away. As Suzanne approached her own vehicle she glanced at her watch. It was 5:27. 

Stolen Moments Ch. 01



Hi Folks. Thank you for checking out this story.

Cynthia and Nicole (Cyn and Nikki) wouldn't quit bugging me, until I wrote their story down.

Cyn, Nikki and I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Nicole rolled over, yawned quietly and slowly went through the process of waking up. She resisted, but it was futile. Once again, she enjoyed the comfort of Cynthia's bed and the warmth of her lover's body. Nicole turned back to Cynthia's naked body, snuggled closer, before inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Cynthia's beautiful brown hair was splayed out over her pillow. Nicole lightly, carefully ran her fingers through her hair.

How did I get this lucky?

Cynthia, or Cyn as she preferred to be called, and Nicole had been dating for several months. Their relationship defied explanation. It didn't matter. What they had together was amazing and it was stronger than the challenges in their lives. Cynthia and Nicole's personalities just worked together.

We just click. It's amazing.

Their relationship was new, but they knew it was special. They knew what the other person was thinking. They finished each other's sentences. They made each other laugh. It was cute, funny and disgustingly sweet for both of them. As Nicole stared at her sleeping lover, she was still surprised at the depth of feeling she had for Cynthia.

She's so gorgeous, I don't deserve her.

Cyn's hair was naturally brown, but she frequently got blonde or auburn highlights. Nicole thought auburn looked the best, but Cyn was gorgeous either way. Blue eyes, captivating blue eyes. A perfect smile, framed by impossibly cute dimples. Her eyes trailed over Cyn's face. The urge to cover her face in kisses was strong, but she resisted it.

I won't stop at kisses. Cynthia won't let me.

Nicole pressed herself against her lover. Cynthia murmured softly in her sleep.

I can't be falling in love with Cynthia. I have a husband! I'm already in love with my husband. We have kids together. Ugh! This wasn't supposed to happen.

Nicole's life had exploded open just over a year ago, when she asked her husband if she could have a boyfriend. A boyfriend, not a girlfriend. Her husband, Nick, was shocked but ultimately accepted that she needed more sexually, than he could give her. They stayed married, continued having sex, really kinky sex actually, but Nicole also found a boyfriend.

Collin.

Collin and Nicole dated for several months, with Nick's full knowledge and consent. Their relationship was unique, because Collin and Nick grew to become friends and ultimately business partners. It was while she was dating Collin however, that Nicole met Cynthia. Cynthia changed her life. Not all at once of course, but gradually, inexorably, Nicole's life grew to include Cynthia.

Ripples on a pond.

Cynthia dropped into Nicole's life and the ripples of their relationship were still spreading out. Still growing stronger. Cynthia met Nick, then she met Nicole and Nick's two daughters, Jasmine and April. Fortunately, Nicole's daughters really liked Cynthia, and her oldest daughter Jasmine, accepted her relationship with Cynthia. Nicole's youngest daughter, April, was too young to notice anything unusual with Nicole and Cynthia's relationship. Nicole's husband, Nick, liked Cynthia as well. It was too perfect.

Collin, her boyfriend at the time, thought Nicole's attraction to Cynthia would fade quickly. A passing phase. It didn't. While Nick was accepting of her relationship with Cynthia, her boyfriend, Collin struggled with it. Collin ended their relationship, by going into business with her husband. It was an unusual turn of events and Nicole still hard a hard time wrapping her mind around it. It worked however and her relationship with Collin ended. Collin and Nick's business exploded.

Nicole missed Collin sometimes, because he was gorgeous and well-endowed, but her relationship with Cynthia was more powerful and fulfilling for her.

"Hey baby." Cynthia's sleepy voice floated over to her. "Awake already?"

Cynthia's hand ran lightly over Nicole's stomach and Nicole felt the familiar stirrings of desire grow within her. She loved Cynthia's touch. A smile grew until she thought it was going to split her face.

"I was thinking of us."

"Happy thoughts, I hope." Cynthia replied. She adjusted until she was lying on her side, facing Nicole.

Nicole nodded. "Happy doesn't begin to describe how I feel Cyn." She paused. "You make me so happy, it's scary."

"Why's it scary?"

Nicole's mouth opened, then closed. She shook her head. "I don't know. I guess I worry about losing you. Losing us. I'm not sure I could handle it."

Cynthia looked at Nicole for a moment, before leaning over and kissing her cheek softly. She ran her hand over Nicole's forehead, lightly brushing her hair out of her face. Their eyes locked on to each other.

"Nicole, I love you. Please don't worry about losing me."

Cynthia stared deeply into her lover's eyes for a few more moments, before kissing her softly. Nicole's hands framed Cynthia's face, as their lips met. Their kiss lasted several long, beautiful seconds. Finally Cynthia moved back.

"Hmmmmm. That was nice." Nicole murmured. She ran her hand down Cynthia's body.

Cynthia laughed softly. She sensed her lover's desire. "Wow. I guess I didn't satisfy you last night."

"Stop it. You were amazing last night. I'll always want more of you." Nicole replied lightly.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Cynthia asked playfully. She threw back the covers, exposing her naked, athletic body. Cynthia was a former cheerleader and at 5'7" she was several inches taller than Nicole's 5'1". Lean, lithe, muscular, beautiful, amazing, all of those adjectives flew through Nicole's mind, as she started her lover hungrily.

Desire bubbled up in Nicole and threatened to erupt in a beautifully erotic way, when the unmistakable sounds of children, interrupted Nicole's carnal plans for Cynthia. Child actually, singular. Nicole and Cynthia looked at each other for a second. They sighed, exactly the same way, at exactly the same time.

Perfectly matched.

"I'll get him." Nicole said quickly. She gave Cynthia another quick peck on the lips. "You stay and rest."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'd like to spend some more time with Jason anyway."

"Thank you baby." Cynthia said seriously.

Nicole nodded, then slid out of bed. Nicole was naked as well, she loved sleeping naked with Cynthia. She walked over to the chest of drawers and rifled through her clothes, before she found something appropriate to wear in front of Cynthia's son. A smile came to her face, as she thought about the precocious little guy.

Jason was 4 ½ and he was the spitting image of his father. His hair was dark, but his eyes were blue like his mothers, and he was growing like a weed. Jason was too full of energy, like all kids his age, and he had a rebellious streak in him that reminded Nicole of Cynthia. Jason was a great kid and Nicole enjoyed spending time with him, especially since she only had daughters. Her husband, Nick, had a vasectomy after their second daughter, so they couldn't have any more children. Nicole had started to see Jason as the son she couldn't have with her husband, although she was careful not to intrude on Cynthia and her husband's role as parents.

When Nicole's relationship with Collin ended, Cynthia moved from Dallas to Austin to be closer to Nicole. Once Cynthia was closer, their relationship took off. It was after Nicole spent her first weekend in Austin, that Cynthia insisted Nicole move some of her stuff into her house. It was a big step for the two lovebirds. Nicole's husband, Nick, was initially resistant to his wife moving her things into Cynthia's house, but Nicole and Cynthia wore him down.

Cyn deserves the credit for getting Nick on board.

Cynthia simply pointed out that Nicole had clothes at Collin's house, so why wasn't it ok for her to move some stuff into Cynthia's? Nick had no answer. At least he had no answer beyond his own biases and once he stopped to consider Cynthia's point, he agreed with her. He even got a hug from Cynthia, so everything ended well.

Nicole dressed, brushed her hair and teeth and walked out into Cynthia's living room. Jason was sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons. He smiled up at Nicole.

"Hi Nikki." He said simply. Jason's attention returned to big mean, green monsters fighting the good guys and girls in tight, colorful spandex outfits.

"Hey Jason." Nicole replied with a smile, as she walked into the kitchen. She made an individual cup of coffee for herself, then checked Cynthia's refrigerator and pantry. Nicole's husband, Nick, did most of the cooking at her house, but Nicole wasn't a complete klutz in the kitchen. She could manage breakfast.

"Jason." Nicole asked quietly. "Any idea what you want for breakfast?"

"Waffles!!!" Jason shouted and then added a moment later. "Please."

Nicole stifled a laugh. "Waffles it is."

"Thank you." Jason shouted again.

"You're welcome honey." Nicole whispered loudly. "Please keep your voice down though, mommy's still sleeping."

"Okay." Jason whispered loudly back.

The coffee maker beeped loudly. Nicole quickly poured a cup for herself. The coffee maker was a super fancy model with lots of features and attachments. Fortunately it allowed someone to make a single cup. Cynthia had to show Nicole twice how to operate the damn thing. The end result though, was a damn good cup of coffee. Nicole savored it for a moment, before she got started on breakfast.

Jason would eat waffles, every kid loved waffles. Nicole would make a few extra, but it was likely Cynthia would want something else for breakfast. The next few minutes saw Nicole multi-task at a high level. The waffle batter got made, then stowed in the refrigerator. Nicole moved back to the NASA-designed coffee maker.

Cynthia preferred a stronger type of coffee. It was almost like syrup in Nicole's opinion. It would take a few minutes to brew, so Nicole continued to prepare breakfast. She retrieved the butter and syrup and set the table for Jason. Nicole sliced up some fruit and cheese for Cynthia.

"Ta da." She said to herself when she finished Cynthia's breakfast. She surveyed the kitchen, then nodded in satisfaction. "I'm the shit." She whispered under her breath.

Nicole found a tray in one of Cynthia's cabinets. It was dusty, so she cleaned it off. She placed the fruit plate, coffee and silverware onto the tray. The coffeemaker beeped. Nicole poured Cynthia's coffee/syrup into a cup, then placed it next to the fruit on the tray.

"Jason." Nicole called out softly. "I'm going to take your mom some breakfast, then I'll come back and make waffles. That sound ok?"

"Sure."

Nicole carried the tray of food and coffee into Cynthia's bedroom.

"Hey gorgeous." Nicole said quietly. "I brought you some breakfast."

Cynthia brushed her hair away from her face, then sat up in bed. She smiled up at her lover. "You made me breakfast and you're serving it to me in bed?"

"Yes, ma'am." Nicole drawled a thick southern accent.

Cynthia stared hungrily at Nicole. "God, I want you so bad right now."

"Well, you have to wait." Nicole replied with a wide smile. "I'm going to start waffles for Jason in a second. Do you want one?"

Cynthia popped a strawberry into her mouth. "Hmmm. I'll probably have half a waffle."

"That's what I thought. I'll make an extra waffle and you and I can share it."

"Sounds good babe." Cynthia sipped her coffee.

Nicole started to walk out of the room when Cynthia's voice stopped her.

"Thank you for making me a cup of my coffee." She said.

"You're welcome." Nicole replied quickly. "I'll make another pot of the black syrup you call coffee, in case you want some more. Happy?"

"I won't be happy until I get you naked again." Cynthia replied seriously. She winked at Nicole. "I like that outfit by the way. It looks good on you."

"Yea, Yea. You're not getting me back in bed." Nicole replied dryly. She blew her lover a kiss. "Now eat your breakfast."

Nicole walked back into the living room. She picked up her cup of coffee from the counter, before she walked over and sat cross-legged directly behind Jason. Carefully, Nicole put her coffee on the table behind her, then pulled Jason onto her lap. She slid her arms around his warm little body and hugged him tightly.

"Watcha watchin?" She asked playfully.

"X-Men." Jason replied staring at the TV.

"Oooooh. I like X-Men. Wolverine is my favorite."

Jason replied quickly. "I like Gambit. He can throw these cool cards and he talks funny."

Nicole tousled Jason's hair, then hugged him again. Jason warmed up to Nicole slowly and Nicole was careful not to push herself into his life. They were polite to each other for almost two months, before Jason decided that he liked Nicole and he would allow her to stay. Since then, Jason had opened up considerably. Now he greeted Nicole with hug each time he saw her. He also didn't mind being affectionate with her. The second time, Nicole spent the night with Cynthia, Jason fell asleep in her lap. Nicole stayed over the next night and he asked her to read him a story. Progress.

Nicole smiled as she held Jason. The little bugger has wormed his way into my heart.

Jason and Nicole watched X-Men until the episode ended and the trailer for next week was over. Nicole's ass had fallen asleep sitting on the floor, but she didn't care, it was nice to hold Jason. She enjoyed spending time with him.

Cynthia emerged from the master bedroom, just as a new episode was starting. She stopped at the sight of Nicole holding Jason. She quickly disappeared back into the bedroom. A few seconds later, she emerged holding a camera and smiling widely, as she took several pictures of Nicole and Jason. Cynthia was fortunate she was using a digital camera that used a memory card, because Nicole was pretty certain she would have used an entire roll of film, if she'd been using an old camera.

Nicole carefully extricated herself from Jason, ruffled his hair one more time, before joining Cynthia in the kitchen. When Nicole arrived, Cynthia's eyes were full of tears. She pulled her girlfriend into the laundry room.

"Thank you." She said breathlessly.

"You're welcome, Cyn."

A second later, their lips found each other and they kissed passionately, enjoying the feel of each other's body. Nicole loved Cynthia's high, firm breasts and she simply couldn't get enough of her ass. It was amazing, muscular, tight and perfectly shaped. Cynthia was an athlete and her body reflected it.

Finally they separated, breathing heavily and desperately wanting more than a kiss. Nicole put her hand on Cynthia's chest and held her at bay.

"Stop. Please." She said. "I've got to make breakfast."

"I know." Cynthia acknowledged. She covered Nicole's hand with her own. "It's just seeing you holding my son, well it really affected me. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself."

"Honey, it's ok. You never have to apologize for being affectionate with me. Never."

Cynthia nodded and smiled at Nicole. "I love you."

Nicole hesitated and Cynthia rushed to continue. "It's ok. You don't have to say it."

"Cynthia--." Nicole began, but Cynthia interrupted her.

"Nikki, honey, its ok. I'm not pushing you. I love you and I want you to know it. That's all."

Nicole smiled at Cynthia. "Thank you."

Cynthia kissed Nicole on the nose. "Breakfast."

"Breakfast." Nicole echoed.

Jason loved waffles. Truthfully, Jason loved syrup. Waffles were just an excuse to have syrup. Cynthia tried to keep Jason from having a little waffle with his syrup, several times during breakfast. Nicole let Cynthia handle the little bugger. Cynthia and her husband handled any behavior correction that was necessary. It was a rule and one that Jason's dad asked Nicole to support, which she did happily. It was to her benefit, because she got all the fun and happy times with Jason, while Cynthia and her husband got to deal with the discipline.

Yayyy. Nicole thought as she finished her half of the waffle.

Jason wolfed down two waffles, with way too much syrup despite Cynthia's best efforts, and he was bursting with energy. Nicole gathered up the plates and dishes, then headed into the kitchen, when the doorbell rang. Cynthia walked over to open the door.

"Hi. Good morning." Cynthia's voice was friendly.

"Hi Cynthia." A male voice that Nicole didn't recognize.

"We're having a little pool party and our kids wanted to invite Jason. Can he come over?"

"Now?" Cynthia asked.

"Yes, if it's ok." He asked. "It's a spur of the moment thing, but we'll have two sets of parents there, so there will be plenty of supervision. We even have life-jackets and floaties that will fit Jason. You're welcome to come over as well. We'd enjoy having you and my wife wants to talk to you about an exercise program."

"That sounds great Greg." Cynthia paused. "Can you give me a second? I'll get Jason ready, then I'll bring him over? He's just had breakfast, so he's got plenty of energy."

Greg laughed. "Awesome! We can help him with that, for sure."

"Ok, I'll see you in a bit." Cynthia replied.

"Great. Thank you. My kids really wanted to have Jason over."

"Oh you're welcome."

Nicole heard the door close. Cynthia walked over and smiled at her. "Neighborhood pool party!"

"Can I go put my swimming suit on mom?" Jason asked eagerly.

Cynthia nodded at her son. Jason disappeared like a magician. Nicole finished the washing the last plate and put it next to the sink to dry. She looked over at Cynthia, who had taken a seat at the table. She was looking out the window.

"Are you going?"

"I don't see how I can miss it." She said quietly. "Besides, these folks are my neighbors, so I do want to get to know them better. Although Greg's a little creepy. Their kids are the same age as Jason and they've already bonded over fast food and soda. You saw how much Jason wanted to play with them."

"Yea." Nicole replied quietly. "So what's making you hesitate?"

Cynthia didn't reply, she sat at the table and sipped her coffee. Nicole grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She leaned up against the kitchen counter, waiting for her lover to respond.

"I want you to come with me." Cynthia replied. She looked over at Nicole hopefully. "Will you do that for me?"

Nicole nodded. "Of course honey."

"Are you sure?" Cynthia asked.

"Cyn, yes I'm sure." Nicole walked over. She sat down on Cynthia's lap. "I'm not ashamed of you or our relationship. I'll definitely never be ashamed of how I feel about you." Nicole paused. "But I'm not the one who lives here and I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position."

"Thank you." Cynthia replied.

"Should I wear my thong bikini?" Nicole teased.

Cynthia almost spit out the coffee she'd just sipped. "Yea, not to this party honey. It's a family show."

"You know I'm only kidding. I have an age-appropriate suit I can wear." She paused. "How do you want to play it?"

"Friends?" Cynthia asked.

"Works for me. It also happens to be the truth." She paused. "Although, if you want to introduce me as your girlfriend, I'm fine with that as well. I'm serious, Cyn."

Cynthia kissed her softly. "You're so amazing."

Nicole smiled, enjoyed the kiss for a few more seconds, and then stood up. She walked into the bedroom. A few seconds later, she heard the pitter-patter of Jason's eager footsteps running into the kitchen. Jason's excited voice was cute as he talked to his mom in the other room.

Nicole knew it was a tough decision for Cynthia. Dallas had been her home for several years, but once her relationship with Nicole intensified, she relocated to Austin. Cynthia's company had an office in Austin. Nicole lived in San Antonio, so they were only an hour away from each other and they saw each other as often as possible. It wasn't an ideal situation, but it worked. Cynthia bought a small, one-story home in a nice neighborhood and she'd been living there for about two months.




Stolen Moments Ch. 01



Nicole had spent the night a few times, but this was only the second time she was spending the weekend at Cynthia's. Today would be the first time, Nicole would meet the neighbors and their families. It was going to be interesting. Cynthia's friends and relatives all knew about Cynthia and Nicole, so she wasn't living in the closet by any means. Cynthia was bi-sexual, like Nicole, although Nicole suspected that Cynthia was forever done with men. Either way, Cynthia was out to everyone she knew and she was happy. Her neighbors however hadn't gotten a chance to know her well, so they had no idea.

Today would be a new social situation for Cynthia, Nicole and Jason. Nicole suspected that Cynthia would introduce them as friends and wait for another time (not a kid's pool party) to let their parents know about her relationship with Nicole. It was a delicate balancing act, particularly since Jason was just making friends. The fact that kids were present today, also made it a little stickier.

Nicole had just finished putting on her one-piece bathing suit and tying it up around her neck, when she felt arms circle her mid-section. Cynthia nuzzled her neck and kissed her lightly.

"Hey. I like that on you." She paused and stepped back. "It's very, ummmm, age-appropriate."

"Bitch."

Cynthia's eyes danced as she looked at her lover and the bathing suit she'd picked out. "No, it's sensible. There's the word I'm looking for, sensible. It certainly covers all the good parts and leaves everything to the imagination."

"Keep it up, honey." Nicole replied.

"I think I remember that bathing suit from the Miss America pageant. In 1960."

"That's it." Nicole glared at her lover. "You are not getting any tonight or maybe forever."

Cynthia laughed. She changed into her own bathing suit. It wasn't much better, in Nicole's opinion, although a potato sack would look good on Cynthia. Nicole and Cynthia both slipped on some shorts over their bathing suits and Nicole slipped on a t-shirt.

"Why the shirt?" Cynthia asked.

"Boobs honey. You said it's a family show and I don't think 'The Twins' need to be on display." Nicole replied quickly. "They don't need any more attention, especially from the neighbors."

Nicole and Cynthia affectionately called Nicole's breasts, the Twins or The Girls. Cynthia winked at Nicole. "I like your twins."

"Do you really?" Nicole asked seriously.

Cynthia nodded. "Absolutely."

"Hmmm. That's too bad. I guess you're going to miss them aren't you?" Nicole delivered her lines with loads of sarcasm, topped with a light dusting of venom. "I mean they're not exactly age-appropriate, are they? Honestly, who wants to see boobs when they're covered by such a 'sensible' swimming suit?"

"Oh shit." Cynthia rolled her eyes. "There's that temper. Watch out folks, Hurricane Nicole is approaching fast."

Nicole glared at Cynthia for a moment, before leaving the bathroom. Cynthia slapped her ass, as she passed. Nicole wasn't upset. She loved to tease and play with Cynthia. Cyn loved it as well.

A few minutes and several coats of sunscreen later, everyone was ready to go. Nicole grabbed some Oreo cookies and two bags of chips. They were greeted at the door by Greg and Nicole finally got to meet him. He seemed nice. Skinny, not all that attractive, but he seemed like a nice guy.

Jason pulled Cynthia outside, while Nicole dropped off the food in the kitchen. Greg met Nicole in the kitchen.

"Hi. What can I get you to drink?" He asked.

"Water is fine." Nicole replied. Greg handed her a bottle of water. "Thank you."

Greg smiled and leaned up against the counter. "You're welcome. I'm glad Jason could come over. He's a new addition to the neighborhood, but he's already Mr. Popular."

"It was nice of you to invite him over, Greg." Nicole sipped her water. "It's important for kids to have friends and I don't know any kid who doesn't like a swimming pool."

Greg laughed. "That's for sure." He finished his beer tossed it into the trash and then retrieved another one.

No judgments Nicole.

Nick and Nicole were always careful about drinking in front of their kids, but she knew a lot of parents felt differently. Cynthia didn't drink in front of Jason either. Greg apparently had no issues with drinking in front of his kids, and that was fine, but it was 11:00 am in the morning. Greg was starting on his second beer and Nicole had known him for all of 3 minutes.

A little early to be starting, isn't it neighbor.

"Why don't we head outside." Nicole suggested. "I want to check out this pool."

"Sounds good." Greg replied. He smiled widely and then motioned for Nicole lead the way.

Nicole, and just about every woman alive, pretty much agreed that chivalry was dead. Sure there was probably a time, when a guy held a door open for a woman just because he was a gentleman. Unfortunately, that tradition had evolved into a charade where a guy pretended to be chivalrous, just so he could check out a woman's ass as she walked in front of him.

Greg was no exception. Nicole caught him staring hard at her ass, in the reflection of a window, as they approached the patio door. When they reached the door, Greg quickly reached in front of her, brushing his chest against her shoulder and opened the door for her.

"Ladies first." He said with a small bow. Nicole walked through the doorway without responding and looked immediately for Cynthia.

It's just an ass, Greg. You're wife has one too, you lecherous fuck! Now I know what Cyn meant about creepy.

Cynthia was standing next to two other ladies, when Nicole stepped out onto the patio and into the Texas sun. It was hot already and the pool looked inviting. It was a standard, suburban swimming pool. It had a shallow end, a deep end and it was almost filled with toys and kids. Nicole dismissed Greg from her mind and focused on her girlfriend.

"Nicole." Cynthia said as she approached. "I want you to meet Allison and Corina." Nicole shook both of their hands and smiled warmly at them. "Allison is Greg's wife." Cynthia finished.

"You have a lovely home and a beautiful pool." Nicole said. And a creepy husband.

Allison beamed at the compliment. "Thank you. That's nice of you to say."

Corina was about to say something, when three kids descended upon them and began pelting the mothers with questions. It was several minutes, before the adults got to talk amongst themselves again.

Allison sighed and Corina laughed. "Kids."

"So how do you to know each other?" Corina asked.

Nicole didn't hear suspicion or a hidden suggestion in her question, so she looked over at Cynthia and smiled. "Why don't you tell them?"

Cynthia looked back at her. "Are you sure? You do a much better job at it."

"Well, ok." Nicole laughed. She looked at Allison and Corina. "Cynthia saved me."

"What?" Allison asked.

"It's a bit of a story, so buckle your seat belt." Nicole joked.

"My husband's business partner had a big function and he needed a date." Nicole paused. "I got shanghaied into being his date for the night."

Cynthia giggled and Nicole glared at her playfully.

"Anyway, we were at this club, after the business dinner, and I really wanted to dance. Unfortunately, my 'date'." Nicole made quotations in the air. "My date didn't want to dance, or couldn't dance, either way, I was stuck sitting on the couch while he conducted business. Jerk, left me completely alone."

Cynthia added quickly. "I saw her sitting all by herself."

"Right." Nicole glanced at Cynthia, before looking back over at Allison and Corina. "So there I am, all by my lonesome, completely ignored by my date for the night and counting the minutes before I could go home." Nicole took a sip of her water. "Well, who comes over?" She motioned at Cynthia. "Cynthia asked me if I wanted to dance. Normally, I would have said no, but I was upset that I was left alone and ignored by my date, so I said yes. A few seconds later, we were out on the dance floor dancing."

"She's a good dancer, by the way." Cynthia added.

"Whatever." Nicole replied quickly. "You're the ex-cheerleader. You have more rhythm in your pinkie than I do in my whole body."

Cynthia stuck her tongue out at Nicole, who responded by making a face. The girls all laughed loudly. The men at the party looked over, confused looks on their faces. When the girls finally calmed down, Nicole continued.

"Ok. Long story, short." She paused. "Cynthia and I danced for a few songs, then we spent a few minutes talking after we were done dancing. We had a lot in common and struck up a friendship that night." Nicole took a breath. "When Cynthia mentioned she was moving to Austin, I offered to come up and help her get acquainted with the city a little bit. I live in San Antonio, with my husband and two daughters." Nicole explained. "I was also born and raised in San Antonio, so I know the area pretty well."

"Ahhhhh." Corina and Allison said in unison.

"I saved her from a boring night." Cynthia said proudly.

"What a good friend you are." Corina said lightly. "So you were a cheerleader?"

Nicole couldn't resist. She added quickly, with false enthusiasm. "Yes. Cynthia was a cheerleader for the Dallas Cowboys."

"Seriously?" Allison asked.

"Yes." Cynthia admitted. She gave Nicole a quick glare, because she hated talking about it. "It was just for one season."

"I'm so jealous." Corina replied. "Did you get to meet the players?"

"Some." Cynthia acknowledged. "But you'd be surprised how little we socialized with the players. It's actually discouraged."

"Still that's pretty impressive." Allison acknowledged. "What do you do now?"

Cynthia smiled, happy to be on firmer ground. "I'm a pharmaceutical sales rep for a local company."

"Ooooh." Corina said quietly. "So you deal with doctors every day, meet any cute ones?"

"Yep." Cynthia said with a smile. "Lots of cute ones."

"Who's cute?" Greg asked, as he approached.

"Oh Honey." Allison said quickly. "We were just talking about an actor."

The girls all quickly agreed and murmured their assent. Greg gave Cynthia and Nicole a smile and stood next to his wife. "So are you girls going to get in the water?" He asked.

Cynthia picked up on his creepiness immediately. "No. I'm fine where I'm at. Thanks though."

"I'm good as well, Greg." Nicole said flatly.

"Suit yourselves." He said amiably and slipped off his T-shirt. Greg glanced back at Nicole, before jumping in the water.

Corina watched Greg take his shirt off. When he jumped into the water, she turned to Allison and whispered. "You are so lucky girl." Allison blushed and winked back at Corina.

Cynthia and Nicole's eyes met and they were thinking exactly the opposite of Corina. Greg was a legend in his own mind. Sure he was thin, but that didn't mean he had a good body. Thinning hair and pasty white skin weren't sexy to most women. Greg was firmly average in the attractiveness category, so unless he had gobs of money, he wasn't that great of a catch. He was also seriously creepy. Nicole and Cynthia put on their best plastic smiles and nodded along with Corina.

The pool party was a hit with the kids though and Jason had a great time. He was in and out of the water so much, Cynthia gave up on giving him a towel. He wasn't out of the water long enough to make it worthwhile, and after the third time drying off, the towel was soaked. Jason air dried for the rest of the of the pool party, which was fine with him.

Finally, after four long hours, for Nicole and Cynthia, and four short hours for Jason, they made their way back to Cynthia's house. Nicole and Cynthia each held one of Jason's hands as they walked across the street.

"Did you have fun Jason?" Nicole asked.

"Yea!" Jason said immediately. "It was great." He turned to Cynthia. "Mom, can we have a pool?"

"Maybe honey." Cynthia replied.

"Please mommy." Jason begged.

"We'll see honey." Cynthia replied. She winked at her son. "Who knows what Santa will bring you?"

Nicole squeezed his hand. "Oooh. You're mom's right, if you're a good boy all year, Santa might bring you a swimming pool."

"I'll be real good." Jason promised solemnly.

When they got in the house, Jason disappeared into his room. Nicole went to use the restroom. She met Cynthia when she walked back into the kitchen.

"Jason's laying on his bed, talking to Santa, and promising to be a good boy." Cynthia wiped her eyes. "He's so cute."

Nicole gently drew Cynthia into a hug and kissed her cheek. They held each other for a while, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of their bodies. Finally, Nicole pulled away from Cynthia. "Are you ok with my description of how we met?"

Cynthia laughed. "I'm fine with it. It was all true and it wasn't the right time to let them know I'm in love with you." She blushed and looked sheepishly at Nicole. "Thanks for saving me. I know I choked on that question."

Cynthia's voice started out light and humorous, but she ended on a serious note. Nicole looked at her for a brief moment, before pulling her close and kissing her passionately. Desire blossomed between them. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies.

"Wait, wait." Cynthia stepped back. "Jason is still awake and I don't want him to walk out and find us half-naked." Nicole thrust out her bottom lip, but nodded in agreement. "Besides, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Cynthia reached down and took hold of Nicole's hand. She guided Nicole to the couch and sat down next to her. Her face was pensive and serious.

"Honey?" Nicole asked concerned.

Cynthia squeezed Nicole's hands and their eyes locked. "Go away with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to take a vacation with you, Nikki. Just the two of us." She smiled hopefully. "No kids, no jobs, no husbands and no stress. Just us. Will you do that for me?"

Nicole found herself nodding immediately. She loved the idea of a vacation with Cynthia. Nick would have to agree of course, but he was usually pretty easy-going, and Nicole didn't think he'd refuse her. Jasmine and April might not understand at first, but she'd work with Nick to craft an explanation for her daughters. Nicole also sensed that this was important to Cynthia and she wanted to be there for her girlfriend.

Besides a vacation with this sexy woman, sounds like fun. A lot of fun.

Cynthia leaned back on the couch and pulled Nicole down on top of her. Nicole laid her head on Cynthia's chest. The sound of Cynthia's heartbeat echoed in Nicole's ear and she hugged her girlfriend tightly. Cynthia ran her fingers through Nicole's hair softly.

"When?" Nicole asked.

"Jasmine and April are going to summer camp in about a month aren't they?"

"Yes." Nicole nodded. She snuggled against Cynthia's body. "They go every year. It's sponsored by our church and the girls love it."

"Why don't we go while they're away? That way they won't miss you and you won't have to worry about them, because they'll be busy at camp."

Nicole raised herself off of Cynthia's chest. She narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend. "You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?"

A cute blush colored Cynthia's cheeks. She nodded shyly. "I spoke with Nick already. He's ok with you going away with me." She paused for second. "He wasn't comfortable with the idea at first, but we talked it through and he finally agreed."

"Wow. You've put a lot of effort into this vacation already." Nicole sat up completely and brushed her hair back. "This means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

"You mean a lot to me Nikki." Cynthia replied softly and then took Nicole's hands in hers. "I'd really like to spend more than a night or a weekend with my girlfriend." Cynthia sighed. "Stolen Moments, Nikki. Don't you ever feel like all we have are a few stolen moments together?"

Once again, Nicole found herself nodding in agreement. Cynthia had a point and the same thought had crossed Nicole's mind as well. When she was seeing Collin, she'd been able to spend several nights a week with him and a few weekends a month. Cynthia moved closer to Nicole, but they still weren't able to get more than a few nights, here and there, with one another. It wasn't enough time for either of them.

"I'd love to go on vacation with you Cyn." Nicole replied. She smiled at her girlfriend. "Y'know Cyn, if you accepted Collin and Nick's job offer, we could see each other almost daily. You could move to San Antonio and we could have a real relationship." Nicole reminded her lover.

"Nikki." Cynthia took a deep breath. "I'm not sure I could work for Nick and Collin. Although Nick did ask if I would go to lunch with him and Collin the next time I'm in San Antonio." Cynthia shrugged. "Since Nick agreed to let you go on this vacation, I feel obligated to at least meet with him and Collin. Besides, I get to pick the restaurant and they're paying, so it's not a bad deal."

"Ok. Ok. I won't bring it up again." Nicole raised her hands. She smiled at Cynthia. "So tell me more about our vacation."

Cynthia leaped over and hugged Nicole tightly. A few seconds later, Cynthia ended up laying on Nicole and kissing her softly. Nicole's hands found Cynthia's ass, which she found irresistible, and she squeezed firmly. "God, I love your body."

"I'm going to go check on Jason." Cynthia whispered softly. She slid off the couch.

Nicole got up as well. She walked quickly into the bedroom. She desperately hoped Jason had fallen asleep or was engrossed in movie. Lust filled her body. She needed Cynthia badly. Nicole pulled back the covers on the bed, before walking into the bathroom and quickly brushing her teeth. When she came back into the bedroom, a beautiful sight greeted her.

Cynthia was laying on the bed, completely naked, and smiling up at Nicole.

"Jason's taking nap. He's out like a light." She ran her hand over her hip slowly. "The bedroom door's locked."

Nicole's heart leaped in her chest and she returned Cynthia's smile. She didn't jump into bed right away though, she walked over to the chest of drawers.

"Uh. What are you doing?" Cynthia asked. "Get in this bed."

"Just wait." Nicole replied. "I want to do something for you." She fiddled with Cynthia's IPod and speaker and selected a specific playlist. The room immediately filled with soft, sensual music.

Cynthia groaned in frustration, but lay back patiently waiting for Nicole. She watched as Nicole slowly undressed and found the right set of lingerie. A slow smile crossed Cynthia's face as she watched Nicole slip on the sexy negligee. A pair of stripper heels appeared from somewhere and Nicole put them on as well.

"You are so beautiful and sexy and desirable and amazing." Cynthia breathed quietly.

A satisfied smile crossed Nicole's face as she finished dressing and cat-walked slowly over to the bed. Cynthia's bed was a four-post bed and Nicole used one of the posts as a stripper-pole. She started dancing sensually for her lover. Cynthia's mouth dropped open as Nicole danced for her.

As soon as Cynthia moved down to Austin, Nicole decided to take some pole-dancing classes. She told Nick they were for him, but truthfully, Nicole wanted to dance for Cynthia more than Nick. She loved the way Cynthia's eyes devoured her when they danced together in a club and she hoped she'd get the same reaction from Cynthia in their bedroom.

Cynthia's reaction was even better today. She made Nicole feel sexy and desirable.

As Nicole danced, Cynthia moved forward on the bed. She motioned Nicole to come closer. As soon as she was within arms-length, Cynthia let her hands roam over Nicole's lush body. Nikki had curves that Cynthia could only dream about and her lush, d-cup breasts captivated Cynthia. A flat stomach, curvy hips and round, shapely, amazing ass, were all part of the package with Nicole.




Stolen Moments Ch. 01



"Do you like what you see?" Nicole asked softly.

"You know I do."

Nicole smiled seductively, as she slipped off her negligee. As soon as the lingerie hit the floor, Cynthia practically pulled her on to the bed. Nicole started to remove her heels, but Cynthia stopped her.

"Leave them on. It's sexy." She murmured softly. She slid between Nicole's legs.

The first time Nicole was with Cynthia, she was worried and extremely self-conscious about having Cynthia perform oral sex on her. Her husband did it all the time, but he was a man. There was something about having a woman do it, made Nicole uncomfortable the first time. That feeling was multiplied when Nicole returned the favor for Cynthia, because she was convinced she wouldn't do it right.

Fortunately, Cynthia was patient and understanding, and what Nicole lacked in experience, she more than made up for in effort. Nicole soon found that she loved Cynthia's body. She also loved, absolutely loved, sex with Cynthia. The initial feeling of awkwardness vanished quickly, leaving only lust and pure desire in its wake. Nicole and Cynthia had explored each other's bodies over the last several months and they still barely kept their hands off of one another.

Nicole knew she could satisfy Cynthia and she relished every opportunity to get naked with her girlfriend and prove it.

Magic. Cynthia's tongue is magic...

Nicole writhed in pleasure on the bed as Cynthia coaxed a massive orgasm out of her. As the orgasm built within her, Nicole tried hard to keep her moans from becoming screams. Slowly, inexorably, the orgasm approached like a tidal wave. Nicole was forced to grab a pillow and cover her face when it finally exploded within her. She lost the battle to be quiet and screamed into the pillow as pleasure rippled through her body. When she finally removed the pillow from her face, gasping for air, she found Cynthia lying next to her smiling.

"My turn." Nicole said eagerly. She pushed Cynthia onto her back.

She didn't dive between Cynthia's legs immediately. Nicole wanted to savor the moment and she loved Cynthia's body too much to focus on one area. Nicole lovingly caressed Cynthia's breasts and ran her tongue over her nipples several times. The taste of Cynthia's skin was intoxicating. Finally, Cynthia couldn't take it any longer. She guided Nicole's head between her legs. Nicole ran her entire tongue over Cynthia's lips, enjoying the texture, taste and smell of her lover.

Barely a second later, it happened. Nicole lost herself. The pleasure of making love to Cynthia was overpowering for Nicole. Everything around her, ceased to exist and she used Cynthia's moans and body movements to guide her actions. Nicole focused completely on bringing pleasure to her girlfriend.

Cynthia's own orgasm burst within her a few minutes later, equally powerful, although Cynthia didn't need a pillow to muffle her screams. Nicole moved up and lay next to her, as Cynthia recovered. Normally, Nicole and Cynthia spent more time, enjoying each other's bodies, but their lust and desire for each other today was too strong. Jason could wake up at any moment as well, so they didn't have the luxury of unlimited time. Their hunger for one another had been overwhelming and they finally got a chance to release their pent up sexual energy. Nicole slipped off her stripper heels and cuddled up next to Cynthia.

Nicole was shorter than Cynthia by about 5 to 6 inches, so when they spooned, Cynthia normally held her. She loved the feel of Cynthia's arms around her and her breasts pushing into her back. Nicole never considered herself a lesbian, but as she lay in her lovers arms, she wondered why she would ever leave the comfort of Cynthia's embrace.

I love being with Cynthia, but am I in love with her? Nicole asked herself.

She didn't have an answer.

* * *

"Mom!" April yelled as Nicole walked in the door. Her youngest daughter ran over to her. She gave her a big hug. "I missed you."

"Oooof." Nicole barely managed to stay upright, as April wrapped her arms around her. "I missed you too kiddo." She picked up her daughter. "Wow, you're getting big."

Nicole carried April into the living room, where she set her back down on the couch. She sat down next to her and they watched TV together. "Where is everyone?" Nicole asked.

"Uhh. Dad's playing golf with Collin and Jasmine's upstairs in her room." April replied without taking her eyes off the TV. "Jasmine had a sleepover or a pajama party last night. She just got back this morning."

Nicole hugged her daughter. "I remember. I'm going to go up and check on her. You ok down here?"

"Yea mom."

Nicole dropped her purse off on the counter. She'd left Cynthia and Jason shortly after lunch on Sunday and she was home an hour later. It was nice having Cynthia so close, but she agreed with Cynthia that they never seemed to have enough time together.

"Stolen moments." She murmured to herself.

She knocked softly at Jasmine's door and smiled as she heard her daughter's voice. "Come in, Mom."

"How'd you know it was me?" She asked.

"You're the only one who knocks." Jasmine replied simply. "Dad always call out before he enters. April just barges right on in." She smiled at her mom. "You're the only one who knocks and I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome Honey. How was the sleep-over?"

"It was great. We scarfed on pizza, followed by ice cream and spent the night doing our nails and talking about boys." Jasmine laughed. "It was a lot of fun."

"I'm glad honey." Nicole winked at her daughter. "Did you talk about any guy in particular, or just guys in general?"

Jasmine hesitated. "Um. Mostly we just talked about guys in general." A blush filled her cheeks as she answered. She looked down at her lap.

"Honey. It's ok if you like a guy." Nicole leaned forward. "It's perfectly natural at your age."

"Actually mom, I'm more attracted to girls." Jasmine said softly.

Nicole's mouth dropped open. "What?"

Jasmine laughed. "Mom. I was just kidding."

Nicole and Jasmine laughed and Nicole playfully slapped her daughter's arm. When they finally stopped laughing, Nicole smiled warmly at Jasmine.

"I see you have your father's sense of humor." Jasmine shrugged and rolled her eyes. Nicole winked at her daughter. "Seriously though Jasmine, if you did decide you like other women, it would be ok with your dad and me. We love you. Your choice of partners is up to you."

Jasmine nodded and hugged her mom briefly. Nicole smiled at her. "So, is it a guy or a girl."

"It's a guy." Jasmine replied and her blush returned.

"Awesome."

"Really?" Jasmine looked at Nicole hopefully. "Are you sure you and dad won't freak out?"

Nicole laughed. "Your dad will probably freak out, but that's normal for dads. I'll handle him." She took her daughters hand. "So who's this guy?"

"His name's Logan." Jasmine said softly. "He's soooo cute and we had a few classes last year. He's going to the same high school as me next year."

"Hmmmm. Logan. Nice name." Nicole said. "Does he know you think he's cute?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No. We were lab partners together, but that's it. Honestly, I don't think he knows I exist."

"Ahhh." Nicole replied. "Yea guys can be really self-absorbed. Is there any way I can help? Anything I can do?"

Jasmine looked at her mom and hesitated. "It's ok Jasmine." Nicole assured her.

"Well, can I go to the mall this weekend?" Jasmine asked. "Logan works at the mall, some athletic store, and I thought I could...y'know...run into him."

"Absolutely honey." Nicole patted her leg. "Do you want to go together or do you want to go with your friends?"

"Can I go with you, Mom?" She asked. "My friends don't really know how I feel and if I went with my friends, it could be awkward. Besides, I wanted some new running shoes anyway."

"Yes. You and I will have a girl's day." Nicole smiled at her daughter. "Just give me a sign, if you need some space, and I'll disappear."

Jasmine hugged her mom tightly. "You're the best."

"Thank you baby."

"How's Cynthia by the way?" Jasmine asked.

Jasmine was aware of her mom's relationship with Cynthia. She was too young for details, but she knew that her mom and Cynthia were close friends. Nicole and Nick had decided not to hide anything from Jasmine, but they also were extremely careful that nothing physical or inappropriate happened when the kids were home. It was a delicate balance between making sure Jasmine had age-appropriate knowledge and not over-doing it. Nick and Nicole decided to err on the side of providing Jasmine information, rather than trying to keep everything from her.

Only time would tell, if that approach was the right one.

Now that Jasmine was going to be a freshman in High School, she was getting more interested in boys. Nicole knew it was only a matter of time before Jasmine started dating.

Nick will love that.

"Cynthia's great honey and she says 'hi', by the way." Nicole replied.

Jasmine nodded. "Say 'hi' for me next time you see her. Hey, I wanted to ask Cynthia something, but I wanted to see if you're ok with it first. I was thinking about going out for cheerleading in High School mom. Do you think Cynthia would give me some pointers?"

"Sure honey. I think Cynthia would be happy to help you with Cheerleading." Nicole paused. "I'll ask her the next time we talk."

Jasmine practically glowed at Nicole's response. "Thanks Mom."

"You're welcome Honey." Nicole leaned forward and kissed her daughter's forehead. She walked to the door. "Are you hungry?"

"Not right now. Thanks."

Nicole walked into her bedroom. She changed into a pair of old sweats and t-shirt. She lay back on the bed, letting her mind wander back over the weekend.

I love spending time with Cynthia and I do want to see her more often, Nicole thought. But is that fair to Cynthia? Is it fair to Nick?

Nicole evaluated her feelings for Cynthia, letting her mind play Devil's Advocate.

She loves you Nicole.

I know. I've never felt this way about a woman. I can't imagine not having her in my life. I can't wait to see her and she's always in my thoughts.

Do you love her?

I don't know! I'm confused dammit. I'm married. I do love my husband and I have great kids.

Do you love Cynthia? It's a simple question.

I don't know! If I do love her, what does that mean? Do I leave Nick? Leave my kids? I don't even have a job, what could I offer her? Is that even what she wants? Cynthia's never talked about anything more than seeing each other more often.

"Hey gorgeous." Nick's voice interrupted her internal battle and Nicole jerked in surprise.

Her husband, Nick, walked into the room and stood next to the bed, smiling down at her. He was wearing a polo, shorts and a golf visor. He looked good. Happy. Relaxed. Handsome.

"Sorry, I startled you." He said. "I'm glad you're back. I missed you."

Nicole slid off the bed. She gave her husband a big hug. She inhaled deeply, because she loved his scent and his cologne. Nick had been working out for almost a year straight now and his body was firm and hard. It felt great.

"It's ok Nick. I missed you as well." Nicole stepped back and followed her husband into the closet, where he started changing. "How was golf? Did Collin beat you?"

Nick laughed. "No. You wouldn't believe how much it pisses him off. He's getting better though and he'll probably beat me in the near future."

"How did things go with your prospective client?" She asked.

Nick and Collin conducted a lot of business over golf and today's round of golf was with a prospective client.

"Excellent." Nick replied. "He signed with Collin and he also agreed to let me look at his insurance program. The guy has a lot of property and several franchises, so if I can get him to move his business to our firm, it will be a nice win."

"That's awesome honey." Nicole replied. "I'm happy things are going so well."

Nick changed into an old pair of shorts and a new t-shirt. He smiled at his wife. "Business is excellent. I'm actually surprised our business is doing so well. I expected us to suffer and work like dogs to make ends meet, but the opposite has happened." He admitted. "Collin and I are considering expanding our staff even more. We really need a solid salesperson, who's good with people and can handle the real estate portion of our business."

Nick looked at Nicole meaningfully for a moment.

"Honey, I'm not sure Cynthia's comfortable with the idea of working for you and Collin." Nicole replied. "She asked me to stop bringing it up Nick. She likes her independence."

Nick shook his head. "Ugh. She's perfect."

"I know baby, but she feels it's too awkward to work with my husband and my former lover. I'm not sure I blame her either."

Nick slid his hand into Nicole's and they walked out to the kitchen, where Nick checked the fridge. He picked a bottle of wine, opened it and then started putting dinner together. He poured a glass of wine for Nicole, then served it to her with a smile. Nick and Nicole had been married for almost 17 years and Nicole knew when her husband had something on his mind. She sipped her wine and waited for him to share his thoughts.

"Nicole, what if Cynthia didn't work for us?" Nick asked after a minute. He was chopping celery, so he didn't look up when he asked the question.

"What do you mean?"

Nick set down his knife, then scooped the celery into a small bowl. He set it aside, retrieved an onion and started slicing it as well. He spoke as he sliced the onion.

"Well the Real Estate portion of our business will really be a collection of operations. We'd like to be able to help our clients purchase real estate, but also handle the property management and the mortgage operations as well. So when we talk about real estate, we really mean Real Estate, Property Management and Mortgage operations."

"Ok. So wouldn't Cynthia still work for you two?"

"No necessarily." Nick finally stopped slicing the onion and looked over at Nicole. "We could structure it so that Cynthia would be a partner in the business." He paused. "We'd have to work out a partnership agreement and it's likely her portion of the partnership would be fairly small, but she'd be a partner, not an employee."

"She wouldn't be an equal partner?" Nicole asked.

"In terms of running her own business, yes. She'd be an equal partner." Nick paused. "In terms of revenue sharing, she'd get a smaller portion of the revenues." Nick saw Nicole's reaction and held out his hands. "Wait, just hear me out."

"Collin and I both put up $250k to start this business." Nick reminded Nicole. "We split the revenue's 50/50 right now and if either of us receives a bonus from the companies we deal with; we share that as well." He paused. "Cynthia would essentially be running a start-up operation. We'd send her clients and she'd be responsible for growing that part of the business. I'm pretty sure Collin would agree to Cynthia keeping all revenues or bonuses from that portion of the business."

Nick went back to slicing the onion.

"Nicole, for all intents and purposes, Cynthia would be her own boss." He smiled at his wife. "You could work with her if you wanted. Help her grow the business. The door is always open for you and you know Cynthia will need help with learning the real estate side of the business."

"Collin's ok with this approach?" Nicole asked.

"Yep." Nick replied. "We discussed it and both of us really like Cynthia. That's a key factor for both of us, because we don't want to bring in a stranger. Cynthia's also extremely good at her job."

"How do you know that?" Nicole asked.

Nick smiled. "Collin spoke to a Corporate Recruiter in Dallas and Cynthia has an excellent reputation in her field. She's apparently won several awards for producing business and several companies have been trying to steal her away from her current employer."

"Wow." Nicole took a sip of her wine. "I'm not sure how Cynthia will about you and Collin researching her."

"We didn't pry into her private life Nicole." Nick replied quickly. "The information the recruiter provided is all public information and it's the same type of evaluation a rival company would conduct to find a new employee." Nick shrugged. "Besides, we thought it was important that Cynthia understand were interested in her, because of her business acumen and professional performance. The fact that she's your girlfriend wasn't and isn't a relevant factor."

"I see." Nicole said quietly and sipped her wine in silence for a few minutes. "Do you want me to talk to her again?"

"No." Nick replied. "Cynthia agreed to have lunch with Collin and me, the next time she's in San Antonio. We'll talk to her about it then. I just wanted you to know what we were thinking. It would be great if we could get you both to run the Real Estate department. We could work out a salary for you and you could make your own schedule."

"We'll see honey." Nicole replied.

Nick stopped slicing and looked at his wife. "I love you."

Nicole looked at her husband. "I love you too honey." She glared at him playfully, before finishing her glass of wine. "I love you, but I also have a bone to pick with you. Why didn't you tell me about the vacation Cynthia was planning?"

"She told you?" Nick asked with a sly smile.

"Jerk." Nicole replied.

Nick scooped the onions into a separate bowl, then grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He walked over and sat down next to Nicole.

"Honey. Cynthia asked me to keep it to myself, until she could talk to you about it. I wasn't comfortable at first, but she told me she'd ask you this weekend, so it wasn't like I kept the secret for several weeks." Nick tilted his beer bottle and took a sip. "Besides, I like and respect Cynthia, and your relationship with her."

Nicole smiled warmly at her husband.

Nick reached over and squeezed her hand gently. "It didn't seem like a big deal and you deserve a vacation. The girls will be at summer camp and I have to travel to Vegas during that week anyway, so you'll be here by yourself, if you don't go."

"So you're ok, if I go on vacation with Cynthia?" She asked.

"Yes." Nick replied. "Although will you answer a question for me?"

"Sure honey."

"Are you going to leave me for Cynthia?" Nick asked quietly. "I'm serious honey. I see how happy you and Cynthia are together." Nick sipped his beer again. "Just like with Collin, I worry that you'll be happier with someone else."

Nicole stared at her husband. It was obvious he was worried. Nick struggled with her relationship with Collin and now he was starting to struggle with her relationship with Cynthia. She reached over and touched her palm to his cheek.

"No." She replied softly. "I'm not going to leave you for Cynthia."

Relief cascaded through Nick's face and his entire body seemed to relax. "Good. I'm glad to hear that honey." He started to stand up, but Nicole reached out and stopped him.

"Nick. I'm not going to leave you for Cynthia, but I do want to be honest with you." She took a deep breath. "My feelings for Cynthia are growing. I don't know what that means, but I do know that I feel more for Cynthia than I ever did for Collin."

"Is that right?" Nick replied tightly. Tension creeped back into his body.

Nicole replied firmly. "Yes."

Nick's face grew pale. "Do you love her? Has she asked you to leave me?"

"I don't know if I love her Nick, but honestly, I think my feelings are headed in that direction." Nicole paused. "No. Cynthia has never, not once, asked me to leave you. She's never even hinted at it. I've also never told her that I love her."

Nick didn't respond for several, tense seconds, but eventually he nodded. "Ok. I guess that's a good thing. I'm not sure how I feel, but thank you for being honest with me."




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Nicole stood and refilled her wine glass. When she came back, she sat on Nick's lap. "Cynthia hasn't put any pressure on me at all Nick. She's happy and content with our relationship so far. I just wanted to be honest with you about how I feel."

"I appreciate that Nicole. I really do." He paused. "It's just that I agreed to you having a boyfriend, which wasn't easy, under the condition that you'd never leave me. When your relationship with Collin ended, I thought we were back to just you and I, but Cynthia remained in your life. Now it sounds like I may lose you again." Nick shrugged. "I guess I feel like an idiot for letting this whole thing get started in the first place."

Nicole kissed her husband softly. "I know this is hard on you Nick. I'm sorry. I didn't expect to have these feelings for Cynthia, or any woman, for that matter; but I do and I want to be honest with you about them. I'm as surprised as you are, about my relationship with her."

"Thank you Nicole, for being honest with me." He smiled. "Believe it or not, it helps me deal with it."

"I'll always be honest with you Nick." Nicole hugged him tightly. "I love you and I'm pretty sure I don't deserve you."

Nick hugged her back, but didn't reply, and after a few seconds, he got up to finish dinner. Nicole set the table. Half an hour later, they ate dinner as a family. It was great and Nicole realized how much she missed her girls when she was away with Cynthia.

I miss my girls. I miss them terribly. Do I really miss Nick?

Nicole's eyes found her husband. He was joking with April, while Jasmine looked on with a smile. Nick finished his joke and they all laughed together. Nick caught her staring at him. He gave her a warm smile, accompanied by a discreet wink.

Yes. I miss him as well.

I love him.

* * *

The next several weeks flew by for Nicole. It seemed there were a million details she needed to arrange for the girls, for Nick and for herself. The girls were all set and ready for summer camp. Their local church sponsored the summer camp. Jasmine and April had been attending the same camp for several years now and they loved it. The girls would spend a week at a ranch, riding horses, camping, sleeping in tents and attending bible study.

The day finally arrived. Nicole and Nick delivered the girls to church and went through a final check of their stuff. The girls had everything and then some. Nicole had triple checked the checklist of items and then added a few items of her own. The ranch didn't allow the kids to bring any electronic devices, even cell phones, so they were completely focused on the camp activities. The ranch had a computer system setup so that kids could email their parents once a day. That was it. Surprisingly, the system worked well and the kids were so busy, they didn't miss their electronic tethers. A few minutes later, Nick and Nicole waved to their girls as they rode away on the bus.

Nick's flight to Vegas was the same day and only a few hours after Jasmine and April's departure. Nicole had his contact information and the hotel where he'd be staying. There was a sports convention in Vegas for the entire week. Collin and Nick were using it as an opportunity to find new clients. It was a good opportunity for them and their growing company. An introvert by nature, Nick was still new to this type of networking, but he was getting more and more comfortable with it.

Nicole took him to the airport and walked him to the security line, before kissing him goodbye. She wished him well. Nick hugged her tightly.

"Have a good time with Cynthia honey." He said lightly. "Just remember to come home to your husband, please."

"Nick. Stop it." Nicole whispered in his ear. "I'll come home to you. I promise."

"Good. I'm going to hold you to it." He looked at her for a moment before adding. "I love you Nicole. Please remember that, when you're with Cynthia. You have a husband that loves you dearly."

"I love you too Nick. I won't forget. Now go kick some ass."

Nick laughed out loud. He joined the line of people waiting to go through airport security. Nicole waited until he passed through security. Nick waved to her one last time.

Nicole smiled at her husband and blew him a kiss.

* * *

Nicole barely kept from running back to her car. Excitement coursed through her body, as she slid behind the wheel of her Mercedes convertible. Nick bought it for her as a birthday gift and Nicole loved it. She smiled as she flicked the switch for the convertible top, because she couldn't resist putting the top down. She navigated the airport and short-term parking as quickly as possible.

A wide smile pasted itself on her face. It was a beautiful day, her girls were off to summer camp, her husband was off on his business trip and she was driving (speeding actually) to see her girlfriend.

I don't care if I get pulled over for speeding. I can't wait to see Cyn! Nicole thought as she kept the needle fixed on 80 mph. I know, I'm acting like a teenager, but I can't help myself.

The Mercedes SL500 purred happily as Nicole weaved through interstate traffic. She enjoyed the open road in her car. At first, she wasn't sure she wanted a convertible, but once she drove it with the top down, she was hooked. It was exhilarating and she loved it.

The finely tuned luxury car seemed to float over the highway. Nicole turned the radio up, sang along and let happiness and excitement fill her. She knew drivers were looking at her as she passed them, but she was beyond caring.

"Hi baby." Nicole exclaimed when Cynthia opened the door.

Nicole didn't give her girlfriend a chance to respond, before she threw herself at Cynthia. Nicole jumped up and wrapped her legs around Cynthia's waist. It was selfish and childish, but Nicole didn't care. At that moment, nothing meant more to her than being with Cynthia.

Fortunately, Cynthia didn't mind. She wrapped her arms tightly around Nicole and kicked the door closed at the same time. Their lips locked onto each other and their tongues hungrily explored their mouths.

Cynthia's scent. It was intoxicating. The light perfume she wore, mixed with the body lotion Nicole bought her, smelled amazing and it filled Nicole's nose deliciously. Her hands slipped behind Cynthia's neck and she let Cynthia carry her into the bedroom.

Nicole was barely aware of her clothes coming off. Her attention was focused like a laser beam on the beautiful body lying next to her. Soft, sensuous lips that she couldn't stop kissing. Perfect breasts that asked to be caressed and nipples that begged to be licked and nibbled. The two lovers were moaning loudly as their hands, fingers, and tongues covered each other's bodies.

Nicole and Cynthia descended into a warm, delicious, pool of lust and desire. They didn't emerge until they were both breathless, satisfied and deliriously happy.

"Hi." Cynthia said, after she caught her breath.

Nicole laughed softly. "Hi."

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Nicole lay on top of Cynthia, resting her head on her chest and enjoying the warm, satisfied feeling that enveloped her body. The heartbeat she loved to hear, echoed in her ear and she breathed deeply through her nose, inhaling the sweet scent of her lover. Cynthia's arms wrapped around her and Nicole couldn't imagine a more perfect place to exist at that moment.

Nicole felt Cynthia's fingers in her hair and closed her eyes.

* * *

Cynthia ran her fingers through Nicole's beautiful, thick black hair and smiled up at her sleeping lover. It had been almost a month, since they'd seen each other and she missed Nicole badly. When Nicole came through the door and jumped into her arms, Cynthia felt whole again. She felt completely and totally happy. She kissed the top of Nicole's head softly, enjoying the feel of her body lying on top of hers.

Love. Pure, unadulterated love surged within Cynthia and she tightened her arms around Nicole. Cynthia was still surprised at how fast and how far she had fallen for the petite, Latin woman. It was more than her body, which was amazing and constantly filled Cynthia with desire. Nicole's body was curvy, sensuous and her natural d-cup bust was absolutely tantalizing for Cynthia.

Yes, her body is fantastic and I'll always want to get her naked, Cynthia thought happily. My own little Sofia Vergara, but it's her personality that really hooked me. Her quick wit, sense of humor and yes, even her feisty temper. Ugh! I love everything about this woman.

Nicole woke a few minutes later. She sat up slowly and ran her fingers through her hair. Nicole's hand tucked her hair behind her ear and she smiled at Cynthia.

"Please don't ever stop smiling at me like that, Nikki." Cynthia whispered softly.

Nicole ran her fingers over Cynthia's stomach. "You make me happy. I'll always smile at you."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

Cynthia finally sat up as well. She leaned over and kissed Nicole once more. When the kiss finally ended, they both sat back and surveyed the bedroom. Their clothes were strewn everywhere. Blankets and sheets were lumped and bundled haphazardly. It was the kind of mess that followed really good sex. Nicole got up and started putting her clothes back on. Cynthia did the same, but only after checking out Nicole's naked body one more time.

"Do you need help with your luggage?" Cynthia asked.

"No. I've got it. Are we taking your car or mine to the airport tomorrow?"

"Can we take yours?" Cynthia asked. "Mine's been acting up lately and I need to take it in to get serviced."

"Sure." Nicole replied. She looked over at her girlfriend. "Any particular reason you're driving an 8 year old Honda Accord?"

"I know. I know." Cynthia replied quickly. "I need to trade it in, but I guess it's grown on me. I'm sentimentally attached to it, because it's the car I brought Jason home in. I've got lots of memories wrapped up in that 8 year old Honda."

Nicole put her hair up in a ponytail. "If you get around to trading it in, what car do you want next?"

"I'm not sure. I like your car. A lot, but it's out of my price range." Cynthia shrugged. "Probably another Honda. White this time, though, I'm sick of dark colors. White always looks clean."

Nicole nodded, made a mental note and slipped her tank top over her head. It was completely wrinkled, but she wasn't planning on wearing it out of Cynthia's house. A thought occurred to her.

"Jason's not here is he?" She asked quickly.

Cynthia laughed. "Of course not."

"Whew."

Nicole walked out to get her suitcase, while Cynthia went into her bedroom to get her own suitcase. It always took Cynthia a long time to pack and she wanted Nicole's advice on some of items. The sound of wheels rolling across wood floors announced Nicole's return. She wheeled her suitcase into the bedroom, wearing a mischievous smile on her face.

"Guess what?" Nicole asked as she heaved her suitcase onto Cynthia's bed.

Cynthia smiled at her. "What?"

Nicole unzipped her suitcase and threw back the cover with a flourish. "Ta da!"

"I don't get it." Cynthia said after looking at the contents of Nicole's suitcase. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok." Nicole replied. "I just wanted you to know that everything in that suitcase is new. I bought all of it specifically for this trip. You'll be the only person I'll wear these things for and you're the only person I want to see me in them. When we get back, I'm leaving them all here."

"Wow." Cynthia replied. "I don't know what to say. Thank you. That's so sweet of you." She paused. "I can't wait to see you wear everything." She gave Nicole a positively naughty smile. "I really can't wait to see you when these new clothes come off."

Nicole walked over and kissed Cynthia softly. "I'm all yours. You get me all to yourself, for the entire vacation."

Cynthia hugged her girlfriend tightly. "You are so awesome. I can't tell you how much this means to me, Nikki."

"It means a lot to me as well Cyn." Nicole replied.

"Good." Cynthia narrowed her eyes playfully. "Then you won't mind helping me pack." She walked into the closet.

Nicole laughed and followed her girlfriend into the closet, patting her ass along the way.

Cynthia managed to get packed.

Eventually.

* * *

Nicole sipped her wine and looked at Cynthia over the rim of her wine glass. "Is this our first fight?" She asked softly.

"No." Cynthia replied calmly. "We're not fighting. You just haven't given in yet."

"Bitch!" She glared playfully at Cynthia. "Why are you being so stubborn?"

"I'm not being stubborn." Cynthia replied quickly. "I suggested the vacation and I should be the one to pay for it."

"Baby. I feel uncomfortable with you paying for everything. You don't have to do it and I know this vacation can't be cheap." Nicole protested.

"You're worth it." Cynthia set her glass down. "Now just let it go. I'm going to spoil you. Accept it."

"Allowing me to pay for half, or at least pay for something, is still spoiling me Cyn." Nicole reached over and held her hand. "I have you in my life and we're going on vacation." She paused. "I'm spoiled enough honey. Let me pay for something."

"Nikki, I've already taken care of all the details." Cynthia replied with a sigh. "The plane tickets are purchased, our room is reserved and the resort is all-inclusive. There really is nothing left."

Nicole sipped her wine in silence for a several minutes. Cynthia refilled her wine glass and glanced over at her girlfriend. Nicole could tell Cynthia was hoping she'd say something soon.

"I didn't realize this would be an issue. Why does this bother you so much Nikki?"

Nicole sighed. "Because. It just does." She put her glass of wine on the table. "Cyn, I was born and raised in a poor, but proud, family. We were poor, but my parents were fiercely independent and they never accepted a hand-out. Never accepted any kind of government payment. One of the cardinal rules my parents ingrained in me is that you always pay your own way. You bring something to table. You never rely on the generosity of friends or strangers."

Cynthia watched Nicole carefully as she spoke.

"Situations like this vacation. Where you're paying for the entire vacation all by yourself, make me feel like I'm taking advantage of you." Nicole said earnestly. "I don't ever want to feel that way Cyn, especially not with you. You've given me so much already."

"I don't understand Nikki. This is the first thing I've bought for you except drinks or dinner." She shook her head. "What else have I given you?"

"Your love." Nicole replied simply. "A place in your life."

Cynthia's mouth dropped open and her eyes filled with tears. Nicole's eyes became watery as well as well. Their eyes met and held for a second, before they both erupted in embarrassed laughter. Cynthia recovered first.

"I'm sorry honey." She said. "I should have offered you the chance to pay for half of the vacation. It won't happen again."

"It's ok." Nicole sniffed and smiled at her lover. "Just promise that if anything else comes up, no matter what, you'll let me pay for it. No arguments, no excuses and no hurt feelings. Ok?"

"Deal." Cynthia replied happily.

* * *

"First Class! You upgraded us to First Class!" Cynthia sputtered at the airport ticket counter.

Nicole gave her a smile and wink. "Yes. It's weird, they had two extra seats in First Class and they're ours. I'm paying for the upgrade, now just accept it and let it go. You promised remember?"

Cynthia's mouth opened and an argument blossomed on her face. Whatever she was going to say died a quick death however, when Nicole narrowed her eyes at Cynthia.

"If you want to fight about it, let's fight!" Nicole said heatedly. "We'll create a big scene, probably get security over here, but your firm ass will still find itself in a first class seat! I've already paid for our upgrade to First Class. It's done."

"Bitch." Cynthia replied under her breath.

"That's what I said last night remember?" Nicole bit back. "Remember what you told me? Remember what you promised?"

"Yes. Dammit. Yes, I remember." Cynthia sighed. She accepted the ticket from the ticket agent, then looked down at her girlfriend. "What the hell am I going to do with you?"

Nicole accepted her ticket and thanked the ticket agent. She smiled up at her girlfriend. "I've got some ideas." She took Cynthia's hand and they walked towards the security line. "Want to hear them?"

Two hours later Cynthia slid into her seat in First Class, next to Nicole, and smiled over at her. "Ok, this is kind of nice." She admitted.

Nicole winked at her. "I'm glad you like it. You're not the only one who likes to spoil their girlfriend."

"I'm sorry." Cynthia apologized.

"It's ok." Nicole squeezed her hand. "Listen, let's relax a little. We're going to an amazing resort for 7 days. Just the two of us. Why don't we quit worrying about who pays for what and just enjoy each other's company."

"Sounds like a plan." Cynthia agreed and blew Nicole a kiss.

"Tell me about this resort. I've never been to a Club Med resort."

Cynthia smiled mischievously. "It's beautiful. It's right on the ocean of course and the water is so blue, you won't believe it."

"God, that sounds amazing." Nicole squealed and kicked her feet excitedly.

Cynthia smiled at her girlfriend's reaction. "They have a ton of activities, a gym, a spa and just about anything else. We can also take day trips if we want to see some pyramids and stuff."

"Stuff?" Nicole asked playfully.

"Yea. Stuff." Cynthia replied dumbly.

The airline stewardess came by and took their drink orders. She was cute. Cynthia winked at Nicole, when she walked by their aisle. Nicole wasn't amused and give Cynthia a quick pinch on the leg.

"Bitch, you better be focused on me for the next 7 days. I better not catch you flirting with any other women or men." Nicole whispered playfully.

"Nikki. I'm not interested in guys and you're the only woman for me."

The rest of the flight went quickly as they talked and giggled like teenagers. Excitement emanated from the two ladies and the other passengers in First Class couldn't help but smile at their happiness. They walked to the Taxi Stand, after deplaning and getting their bags. Nicole couldn't help but notice a lot of other people on their plane who were women. As they walked to the taxi stand, Nicole noticed a lot women that looked like they were traveling together, as a couple. Just like her and Cynthia.

"I guess this is a popular week to take a vacation." Nicole said absently.

"What was that Nikki?"

"Cyn." Nicole touched her arm. "Is it me or are there a lot of women waiting for taxis."

"Umm. I guess." Cynthia replied and shrugged. "I didn't notice.

Nicole looked around for a few more minutes before giving up on the mystery. "Huh."

Cynthia slyly kept an eye on Nicole. Her girlfriend finally noticed, how many women couples were waiting in line for a taxi. It was difficult, but she kept her face neutral. Nicole was in for a surprise and she didn't want to spoil it at the airport. Cynthia hid behind her aviator glasses and did her best to keep her face impassive.

A taxi finally came along and they managed to get their suitcases in the trunk and pile into the back seat. Nicole patted Cynthia's legs excitedly and kissed her cheek. The taxi driver's eyebrows rose when he saw their kiss, but Nicole and Cynthia couldn't have cared less. They were together. They were on vacation and they had an entire week to themselves.

"Yaaayy! We're finally here." Nicole said and bolted out of the Taxi. Cynthia laughed at her lover's excitement. Nicole was acting like a child and it was impossibly cute. Nicole's quick exit meant that Cynthia paid the taxi driver. She ignored his leer.




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Cynthia looked for Nicole and realize she was already inside, with their bags, and at the check-in counter.

Wow, she's excited!

Nicole spoke fluent, rapid-fire Spanish to the lady behind the counter. Nicole glanced back at Cynthia and gave her a quick smile. She knew her girlfriend didn't speak Spanish, so she had no idea what Nicole had just done.

"I'll take care of checking us in Cyn." Nicole said. She turned back to the hotel lady.

Cynthia leaned forward and whispered. "God, that's so sexy. I love to listen to you speak Spanish. I have no idea what you said, but it turned me on!"

The hotel staff person finished making their room keys. She smiled and winked at Nicole, before handing her two keys, then pointed out where their room was on a map.

"What was that all about?" Cynthia asked as they walked away. "You trying to pick up the help?"

"No." Nicole smiled up at her and shook her head. "I was just telling her how excited I was to finally be here."

"Ahh." Nicole couldn't resist taking Cynthia's hand and holding it gently while they walked. When they arrived at their room Cynthia was confused. Completely confused.

"Nikki, I don't think we're in the right spot." She said slowly.

Nicole slid the key in the lock and a green light appeared. "Yep. This is the right room." She looked back at her girlfriend. "You coming?" Nicole stepped in and looked around happily. Cynthia followed her in and gasped loudly.

"This is huge!" She made a slow 360, taking the entire room in and shaking her head. "This isn't the room I reserved, honey. This is a suite." Cynthia ducked into the separate bedroom and bathroom. She came back shaking her head. "We should go back and tell them."

"No. This is the right room." Nicole said primly. "I upgraded us to a full suite."

Cynthia turned to her lover and narrowed her eyes. Nicole laughed and clapped her hands.

"Remember what you promised!!!" She said with a twinkle in her eyes. "They had a last minute cancellation and a suite was available. I paid for it immediately and left my card for any incidentals." Nicole finished and looked over at Cynthia. "Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad Nikki." She smiled widely at Nicole. "I'm happy. I'm in love and I'm in desperate need of a hug and a kiss."

Nicole flung herself into Cynthia's arms and kissed her lover softly, passionately. She loved the feel of her body and her scent.

I love the way she smells. And tastes. And feels. And smells. Ahhhh...I love everything about her.

Their kiss finally ended and they unpacked some of their clothes, putting them in drawers and hanging some of them up.

"Can we go tour the resort?" Nicole asked after they'd unpacked and freshened up.

"Sure. Now?"

"Yes, let's go. I can't wait." She skipped over to the door. "I want to see the beach and the blue ocean water you promised me!"

"Wow. Look at you." Cynthia said as she watched Nicole. "You're like a kid in a candy store."

"Is that bad?" Nicole asked quickly. "I know I'm supposed to act my age, but I'm just so excited. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Cynthia laughed. "We're here to have fun and I'm happy, you're happy."

Their hands met as they exited their room and they walked hand-in-hand towards the lobby. They passed several groups and pairs of women in the hallways. All of them looked extremely happy. Nicole cocked an eyebrow as they walked.

I don't see any men. I haven't seen any men since we arrived, even the hotel staff is all women.

They entered the lobby. Nicole stopped and pulled Cynthia off to one side. She stared around the lobby and still didn't see a single male. Not one. Nicole looked over to see Cynthia smiling at her, laughter just behind her eyes.

"Cyn, why are their only women at this hotel?" Nicole asked slowly. "Is there a convention or something?" Nicole pointed at a banner hanging in the lobby. "Who the hell is Olivia?"

"I'm not sure honey." Cynthia managed to say without laughing.

Nicole rounded on her girlfriend and put her hands on her hips. "Out with it, bitch. What the hell is going on here? Who the hell is Olivia?"

The game was up. Cynthia finally surrendered to the laughter that had been threatening to choke her since they arrived. Nicole tried to act mad, but she saw her friend laughing and a smile grew, despite her best efforts to keep an angry look on her face.

"Nikki." Cynthia took a breath. "Olivia is the name of a Travel Agency or Travel Company. I'm not sure what the difference is, but essentially Olivia arranges cruises, resort travel and these super-cool Ultimate Escape vacations."

"Ok. That doesn't sound unusual." Nicole replied. "I don't get the joke."

"Nikki. Olivia focuses on a very specific clientele. Can you guess who their clientele is?"

Nicole surveyed the lobby again. "I don't get it." She said shaking her head. "All I see are women. Groups of women. Women couples. Women holding hands and kiss----." She spun around. "Holy shit! Is this a lesbian resort?"

Cynthia laughed again. When she stopped several seconds later, she pulled Nicole close. "It's not really a lesbian resort. Olivia works with the hotel to reserve certain weeks of the year, for their clients. So this week, the only guests here are women."

"Are you kidding me?" Nicole's expression grew thoughtful and serious. Too serious for Cynthia.

"No, I'm not kidding." Cynthia looked carefully at Nicole. "Nikki, is that ok?"

Nicole looked up at Cynthia. There was no humor in her expression.

"I'm surprised, Cyn. You deliberately hid that information from me. You purposely kept it secret, until we arrived and I couldn't change my mind."

"Ummm. Baby-."

Nicole held up a hand and silenced Cynthia.

"Just so I'm clear. You brought me to a resort, for an entire week, where the only guests are women. Lesbians. You knew ahead of time and you didn't tell me."

Cynthia's heart started beating faster. Fear surged through her. She responded quietly. "Yes."

"I'm bi-sexual and you specifically brought me to this resort, at this time. The only resort where there are no men. None."

"Yes. Nikki--."

Nicole held up her hand again.

Cynthia fell silent. She watched the woman she loved desperately, survey the lobby again.

Finally, Nicole turned back to her.



Stolen Moments Ch. 02



"Okay Folks!! This meeting's adjourned. I'll see you all next week and look forward to hearing about your progress!" 

The room filled with the sounds of chairs scraping backwards on the hard wood floors as the weekly department meeting broke up and the employees returned to the drudgery of their daily tasks. Suzanne shuffled her papers a little absently and began arranging them back into her portfolio. Nope. Wrong order. She took them out and rearranged them. Put them back in her portfolio... closed the bindings with a snap. She hardly noticed her boss sit on the table next to her paperwork but looked up as Sherry came into view.

"Suzanne? Everything okay?"

"Oh yes, sure it is. How are you?"

"Fine. Fine. Look, if something were wrong, you know you'd be able to talk to me about it, don't you?"

"Of course I do Sherry... is there a problem?"

"No, no, not at all."

"Is something wrong with my work?"

"Suzanne, you know that's not what I am saying. I've just noticed you've seem a little preoccupied. It's not really a work issue. I just wanted to make sure you knew you had a friend if you needed to talk about anything."

Suzanne started collecting her things off the desk.

"Thanks. I appreciate it. Really." Suzanne smiled cordially. "I've had a few things on my mind lately, but nothing worth mentioning. So...unless you needed something else?"

Sherry got off of the table and went to erase the whiteboard filled with the red marks of strategic planning.

"Nothing else." Sherry reached out to give Suzanne's sholder a pat. "Sorry to have bothered you with it. You have a good afternoon, and I'll see you at the Team J meeting this afternoon."

"No bother," Suzanne assured. "Have a good morning!" Suzanne forced herself to look sprightly as she left the room and began her trek down the hall back to her cubical. Her mind turned inwards as she passed by the beige walls and under the florescent lights that seemed to pervade so much of her existence. @#%$. Something was wrong. Something had been wrong for about a month now. But she hadn't realized she was wearing it on her sleeve for everyone to see.

She had not known what to do that evening. Somehow she made her way home. She threw herself on her pillow and cried, and didn't bother to analyze why. She had considered calling the police. But what would she tell them? And what would they think of her? She put it off for a day. She almost asked security to walk her out to her car, but instead opted for always going down the elevator with a group of chattering co-workers. They offered some modest form of protection, and their inane discourse helped to block up the memories of the 3rd floor-parking garage. She put it off for another day. Then another. Soon a week had passed and she had still not told the police. "Silly now, to call them so late. They'll wonder why I didn't call right away." Suzanne never even bothered to pick up the phone.

Past main administration, she gave a wave to the receptionist, and the elevator lobby....

Her life had changed in other ways. She listened. She had always prided herself on hearing what others had to say, but she started listing to the how of it now. Every man she passed, she listened to see if she could recognize some tone, some inflection that would give away the game. It never came. The weeks passed and her memories of the events only grew stronger. One evening, while she was masturbating alone in her apartment, her cat shut out on the other side of the bedroom door, her thoughts kept slipping back to that half an hour... and she stopped, startled. It was becoming more like that these days....an obsession....a memory that seeped into her every thought, and didn't turn her stomach. And then her stomach would turn at her realization that it hadn't before. Suzanne simply didn't know what to do. There was nothing she could do. She had never been so frustrated in her entire life. 

Walked past the business library and past marketing....

Suzanne stopped suddenly. There. And looked up, startled. The hall was empty. But she had smelt it. Suzanne shook her head and inhaled deeply. No. Nothing there. She took a step back and inhaled again. Nothing there either. But it had been there. It had come and passed. And it was unmistakable. The barest hint of clean soap, warmth and that cologne that was burned upon her memory...

Suzanne stood very still as her heart rate sped up. He was in the building. He had to be.

Her rational mind warred with the rest of her. Surely more than one man can smell like this!! 

Suzanne put her hand up to her head and shook it in an attempt to clear it. A co-worker passed by.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...just got dizzy. It's nothing. Thanks though."

Suzanne made her way back to her desk post-haste, but her eyes were open now, and alert. And her ears listened for any mans voice that resonated a deep baritone.

She arrived at her desk.

Oh great. Mail. 

The bane of her existence consisted of sorting this daily horrendous pile. Don't know where to send it? Give it to Suzanne! She'll sort it! Never mind that her title is not "Mail Clerk." She plopped herself down into her chair and steeled herself to just get through this odious task. "This," she thought, "is normal. I'll think about this."

This goes to Sherry. This goes in the Trash. Marketing! How many times have I told them! Me. Mine. Also mine. Oops! This goes to Michael. Personal and Confidential?

Suzanne held up the padded envelope. It didn't feel like a document...But there is was. Addressed to her. Suzanne. Personal and Confidential.

Hmm.

She pulled out her letter opener and went to town on the package. She ripped open the top and looked inside. And immediately shut the bag with a gasp.

No way to be sure of what it was from that cursory glance. But whatever it was, she was not taking it out in her cubical, where everyone could see. What in God's name could it...

Suzanne stuffed the envelope under her arm and made her way to the ladies room. She entered the restroom, and looked under all the stalls, quickly ascertaining that she was indeed alone. And she took out the contents of the bag.

It looked like a small item made of black lace. Her thoughts were confirmed as she unfolded it. 

She was certain it was a bra. At least most of it. It looked like a bra. But there were no cups. Just black lace, and a shelf. And no cups. Her mind raced to what she would look like wearing it. It would support her nicely. An under-wire, and it looked like it would give her very pretty cleavage indeed.... but her nipples would be bare. They would rub against whatever material her shirt happened to be, and they would be noticeable through the gossamer cloth of her blouse. How could they not be? And the constant friction of the moving cloth...

Suzanne shivered. She had thought about buying one a million times... but she could never really rationalize having such a piece of decedent underwear in her drawer. She crumpled it into her hands and held it against her breasts. She leaned against the cool wall near the sinks, feeling her cheek against the tile, and stared blankly at the wall. Who would have sent such a... But she knew. The question was why. 

In a sudden inspiration, she decided to check the envelope again for a clue. For anything. And it was there, in the form of a folded piece of yellow paper....

She opened it. Read, and re-read the words:

"Here is a replacement for the undergarments I ruined. Not nearly as much material, but I think you'll like it. I expect you to wear it tonight when you meet me for dinner.

P.S. I didn't include any underwear, you don't need it. But those thigh highs are more than welcome to come along."

Suzanne was shaking. Meet him for dinner? Where??? When??? The she looked at herself in the mirror.... flushed. Her cheeks were rosy, but with excitement or embarrassment, she did not know. 

Wait. She should be horrified. She should go to the police. She had a writing sample. This man had stolen her, restrained her... And made her feel things she had only imagined. Oh lord... Made her feel things she had read about a million times in those romance books she hid in tumbled piles under her bed. 

He hadn't hurt her. Would he? Could she trust him? Of course she couldn't.... so why was she so upset that he had not given her more specific instructions? 

Suzanne felt an overwhelming need to cry. Why all this? She was a career woman. She always had been. She looked in the mirror again.

At 5'6" she was about as normal a height as anyone could ask for. And while her weight was not anything close to a model's, he was by far in the prettier majority of people you passed in the street. She was fit enough, although there was no hiding her hips and the breasts. In all honesty, she looked like the girl next door. Maybe she wasn't beautiful. But she was surely pretty enough. Her alabaster skin, and her hair hinting at red made up for a lot. And her grey eyes were deep. 

But why now? And why this way? And why wasn't she horrified?

Suzanne splashed some water from the sink onto her face and onto the back of her neck. She grabbed some paper towels and dried herself. She looked into the mirror one last time. Straight into her eyes. 

"Suzanne... if you find out where this is, you have to do it. You can always leave. But you have to know who he is."

She put the items back into the envelope, caressing them in a way as they went securely back into their hiding spot. And she left the ladies room, making her way back to her workspace.

She put the envelope in her locked file, where she kept her other private items.... money...pictures.... feminine products and a collection of books to read through lunch. And put the key on her key ring. No need to keep this in the lock.

She went to her computer and checked her email program. It was always open on her desktop. She used it to hide her other applications when she was doing personal business on the computer. She couldn't remember if the Team J meeting was at 2 or 2:30. They kept changing their mind.

Then she saw it.

Her Calendar on outlook was blocked off from 7PM till midnight today. She hadn't put it there. Someone had added the appointment. The shaded grey area said simply: Dinner. 

She clicked on the appointment. It contained directions to a restaurant named "Pagiani's." 

Her heart stopped.

"Oh my good Lord." Suzanne thought. "He works in the office." 



Stolen Moments Ch. 02



Hi Folks.  Thank you for checking out this story. 

Cynthia and Nicole (Cyn and Nikki) wouldn't quit bugging me, until I wrote their story down. 

Cyn, Nikki and I sincerely hope you enjoy it.



Nicole held up a hand and silenced Cynthia. 

"Just so I'm clear. You brought me to a resort, for an entire week, where the only guests are women. Lesbians. You knew ahead of time and you didn't tell me."

Cynthia's heart started beating faster and raw, fear surged through her. 

She responded quietly. "Yes."

"I'm bi-sexual and you specifically brought me to this resort, at this time. The only resort where there are no men. None."

"Yes. Nikki--."

Nicole held up her hand again.

Cynthia fell silent, her eyes grew misty. She watched the woman she loved desperately, survey the lobby again. 

Finally, Nicole turned back to her.

"The only resort where I can do this." 

Nicole reached up, put her arms around Cynthia's neck. She looked deeply into Cynthia's eyes, before kissing her girlfriend, softly, slowly and sensuously. Nicole pressed her body firmly up against Cynthia's and their kiss grew more passionate. She didn't allow Cynthia to pull back. She kept kissing her and holding her tightly, until a soft round of applause finally broke them apart.

"Get a room!" "Woo Hoo." "You go girls." The other guests replied as they clapped. 

Cynthia blushed a deep scarlet, but Nicole turned, took a bow and blew kisses to the crow. She was a hit.

"Y'all stay away from my girlfriend!" She said loudly and took Cynthia's hand. "She's spoken for."

"Let's go." Cynthia hissed and pulled Nicole away from the crowd. She stopped when they left the lobby and faced Nicole. "Are you really ok with this, or are you just faking it." She asked quietly. 

Nicole saw naked vulnerability in her girlfriend's eyes. Cynthia took a big chance on this vacation and it could have easily blown up in her face. More than anything, Cynthia needed reassurance. Fortunately for Nicole, reassurance and the truth were occupying the same space at the moment. 

"Cyn, I love that you brought me here." She reached up and caressed her cheek. "It's perfect. We can be out and proud about our relationship and our feelings for each other. Finally, we've come to a place where we can be affectionate with each other, without all the bullshit. All of our normal worries and pressures don't exist here, not for this week."

"Whew. I was really worried there for a minute. I mean I thought you'd love it, but I didn't know for sure." She ran her hands through her hair, tucking it behind an ear. 

"I do have a question though." Nicole asked. "Is it ok to be bi-sexual or married to a man? Or should I keep that to myself?"

"Nikki. Just be yourself. You have nothing to apologize for and I'm sure you're not the only bi-sexual woman here." She smiled. "If anyone gives you a hard time, we'll just kick their asses."

Nicole hugged Cynthia and giggled. "Stop. You're making me hot!"

The two lovers collapsed against each other again, laughing and letting the stress bleed from their bodies. They strolled around the resort, learning where everything was located. The personnel from Olivia were amazing. They were so nice, friendly and knowledgeable. They were a joy to meet and they went out of their way to make sure the guests had everything they needed.  

Their tour ended at the beach. Nicole and Cynthia walked together out on the beach. They plopped right down on the warm sand, just beyond the water line, and enjoyed the crystal clear blue water before them. 

"Isn't this beautiful?" Nicole asked breathlessly. 

"Yes. Almost as beautiful as the woman sitting next to me."

Nicole rolled her eyes. "Awwww. Stop it, some more!" 

"I'm serious Nikki." Cynthia leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I think you're beautiful."

"Thank you Cyn. I need to hear that occasionally." Nicole ran her fingers over the sand. "I worry that I'm not enough for you sometimes." 

"What?"

"C'mon Cyn, look at it from my perspective. I'm four years older than you are. I have two kids and a husband, so I'm not exactly single. I have to watch every single thing I eat or I'll blow up like a balloon." She motioned to her hips. "Cellulite city over here. I'm almost certain I sprout a new wrinkle about once a week."

"Whereas you." Nicole waved a hand at Cynthia. "Are model perfect. You have an amazing body, curves that won't stop and any hair color looks amazing on you. You're blue eyes are simply gorgeous." She smiled at Cynthia and she smiled back. "Dimples. You have cute dimples and the most amazingly kissable lips, on the planet. If that's not enough, you're a former cheerleader for the Dallas Cowboys."

Nicole snorted. "Yea. I'm a little insecure at times."

"Nikki, stop it. You have no reason to be insecure." Cynthia lay back on the sand and pulled Nicole on top of her. "We can sit her and list all of our insecurities, all of our doubts, all of our relationship challenges and all the things we love about each other."

"Or."

"Or we can accept that we're great together. We're here at a beautiful resort and we have an entire week all to ourselves. No jobs, no kids, no husbands or ex-husbands." She paused. "Just the two of us."

Nicole smiled and kissed Cynthia softly, her hands held her cheeks gently and she enjoyed the simple pleasure of lying on a beautiful beach with her lover. 

"Wow." A sarcastic voice crashed over them. "You two don't stop kissing do you?" 

Nicole rolled off Cynthia and they both laughed nervously. Embarrassed, but happy. Cynthia took the lead. "Well, can you blame me? She's gorgeous."

The couple was young, maybe mid-20's and one had long, straight black hair, while the other had a short, black hair and sported dark-rimmed glasses. The girl in glasses, had a short, almost boyish haircut and she was tall and thin. The shorter one, with long hair was curvy, similar to Nicole. They were both wearing bikinis and they had lots of colorful tattoos.

"Hi. I'm Piper." The smaller one said and held out her hand. "This is my fiancé, Jennifer."

Cynthia shook her hand. "Hi. Cynthia and this is my girlfriend Nicole."

"Nice to meet you too." Jennifer said. "Mind if we share the beach with you?"

"Not at all." Nicole replied with a smile. "Just be prepared, because we're going to hold hands, ok?"

Piper and Jennifer laughed loudly and Piper responded. "I think we can handle that, you go right ahead." The both sat down. Jennifer sat behind Piper and put her arms around her. They looked comfortable together, as if they'd been together a long time. 

"Where are you two from?" Cynthia asked. 

"San Francisco. How about you two?"

"Austin. San Antonio." They responded. 

"Ahh. First time at an Olivia function?" Jennifer asked. 

"Yep." Cynthia replied with a smile. "She tricked me." Nicole replied and pointed at Cynthia. 

"Tricked you? How?" Piper asked.

"She invited me to go on vacation with her, but she didn't tell me we'd be coming to an Olivia resort." Nicole laughed. "I couldn't understand why there were so many women everywhere." Cynthia, Piper and Jennifer busted up laughing. "Finally, she let me know about Olivia. That's when you saw us kissing. I was thanking her for bringing me."

"Awww. That's cute." Piper replied. 

"Is this your first trip with Olivia?" Nicole asked. 

"No." Piper responded. "We went on an Olivia cruise last year. It was fun, but we're not cruise people." Jennifer jumped in. "It's a little regimented and we got tired of being on ship. So we decided to give the resort a try." Piper nodded and took over. "I think we're going to like it. The beach is amazing, that's for sure."

"I know right." Nicole replied. "Although we should have worn our suits, Cyn." 

"Well, we have plenty of time to lay on the beach in our suits." She smiled at Nicole. "I get to put your sunscreen on though." 

"Hey. Vice Versa baby!" Nicole teased. 

Piper and Jennifer were smiling at the back and forth between Nicole and Cynthia. Jennifer ran her hands through Piper's long black hair and started to braid it. Piper closed her eyes, enjoying Jennifer's fingers running through her hair. Jennifer looked over. 

"Have you two been together long?"

"We're coming up on a year together." Cynthia replied and kissed the back of Nicole's hand. "How about you two?"

"We've been together for almost 5 years. We met as freshman in college." Piper responded and Jennifer nodded along as she focused on Piper's braid. Jennifer winked at Nicole and Cynthia, before she added. "Piper got me drunk and seduced me." 

"Jennifer." Piper admonished her and slapped her leg. "That's not true. Ok, it's not 100% true. We were drinking and Jennifer was drunk, but the seduction was mutual." She looked back over her shoulder. "Right?"

"Right baby." Jennifer said flatly. "Whatever you say."

Nicole glanced at Cynthia. "Wow. You two sound like you've been married for years." 

Jennifer leaned forward and kissed Piper's cheek. Piper smiled widely. "We finally set a date." She said excitedly. "We're getting married in August. I can't wait." 

Nicole and Cynthia clapped for them. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

A comfortable silence descended on the two couples and they watched the ocean for a while. The waves were small, gentle and rolled into the sand softly. The hypnotic sound of the ocean took over for a while and they all enjoyed the peace and solitude. Nicole leaned on Cynthia and a few seconds later, she felt Cynthia's arm settle comfortably on her shoulder. 

This feels right, Nicole thought. Nick's face flashed through her mind and she closed her eyes for a moment. I love my husband. I do. I can't help my attraction to Cynthia though and I'm not sure how to separate the two of them. Do I need to separate them?

"Are you hungry?" Cynthia whispered. Nicole didn't respond, she just nodded and pressed herself against her lover. They sat for a few more minutes, neither one of them wanted this feeling to end, but eventually Cynthia squeezed her shoulder. "C'mon baby. Let's get some food in you."

"It was nice to you two. Congratulations on your marriage and hopefully we'll see you around the resort." Nicole said as she stood and brushed the sand from her butt. 

"You too. Have a nice night." Jennifer responded and Piper smiled. 

Cynthia and Nicole held hands as they walked back to the resort.  Nicole looked over and then down at their hands. "I just want to warn you now Cyn." She paused. "I'm going to be really affectionate with you this week. I'm not letting go of your hand and you can expect lots of kisses and hugs."

"Promise?" 

Nicole smiled shyly at Cynthia. "Cyn, can we order room service?" She asked. "I want to stay in with you tonight."

Cynthia squeezed Nicole's hand gently and nodded. "I like that idea."





Sunlight streamed in through the windows. Nicole rolled over and ran a hand over her face. She stretched, yawned and sighed contentedly in the huge king bed she shared with Cynthia. Carefully, she moved into a sitting position and let her mind drift over the previous day and the night. Especially the night. 

Last night was so amazing.   

Cynthia was relentless with Nicole. She took control as soon as they got back into their room. Nicole stripped slowly for Cynthia, at her direction. Her clothes fell slowly, piece by piece, to the floor. Finally Nicole stood naked before her lover. She was wet, ready and hungry for Cynthia's attention. 

"Undress me." Cynthia directed Nicole. 

A naughty, flirty smile crossed Nicole's face. I love undressing Cynthia. I'd do it every day, if she let me.

It took longer to undress Cynthia. Nicole took her time, caressing her skin and kissing her generously, every time a new section of her body was revealed. Cynthia was quivering when Nicole finally slid her panties down her legs. Nicole didn't stand, she kneeled in front of Cynthia, looking up at her lover. Waiting. 

Cynthia smiled at her beautiful, Latin girlfriend and she motioned to the bed. "Lay back on the bed. I'll be back in a second."

Goosebumps broke out over Nicole's skin, as she slid back onto the bed. She let her head fall back onto a pillow and flipped her hair over the pillow. She hoped she looked sexy. Nicole desperately wanted Cynthia to enjoy the sight of her naked on the bed. Nicole ran her hands over her body, over her pubis and over her legs. 

Good. Skin is still really smooth. Glad I shaved! 

It was an irreverent thought, but Nicole had a practical side to her. She didn't want stubble, getting in the way of her sex with Cynthia. 

Cynthia walked back into the room, a big smile on her face. Nicole noticed that one hand was behind her back and she cocked an eyebrow at her girlfriend. 

"Hmmmmm. What do you have? She asked lightly. 

"You'll see." Cynthia stepped over to her. "Close your eyes, baby."

Nicole looked at Cynthia for a moment longer, before she closed her eyes. A second later, she felt a soft fabric lay across her eyes. Her breath caught. Her heart rate spiked.  

Cynthia sensed her nervousness. "Shhhhh.  It's ok Nicole. You're safe. Please trust me."

Nicole took a breath. "I trust you Cyn."

"Thank you." Cynthia whispered. "Now keep your hands on the bed." 

Nicole took a deep, steadying breath and tried to relax. Cynthia's hands caressed her body, flowing over her skin lightly. Her hands were warm, soft and they felt amazing. Nicole felt a slight pressure on the insides of her thighs and she spread her legs slowly.  She was wet, ready and nervous. 

"Aahhh." Nicole moaned unexpectedly. 

Lips. Cynthia's lips covered her nipple and her tongue circled Nicole's nipple. Nicole moaned again as Cynthia nibbled on her nipple. First one and then the other. Gently, but insistently, Cynthia caressed, kissed and nibbled on her breasts and nipples. 

Nicole arched her back, pressing herself against Cynthia. Her legs spread further, unconsciously trying to get Cynthia to move lower. Move between her legs. 

Barely a second later, Cynthia's hand moved over Nicole's pubic mound and her fingers slid along Nicole's pussy. Lightly, barely touching her lips. Then it disappeared. 

A frustrated groan burst from Nicole. "Please." She whispered.  

Cynthia's lips covered Nicole's and she pushed her tongue inside Nicole's mouth. Their lips were the only thing touching between the two naked women. Just their lips and tongues. The sensation was overwhelming for Nicole and it felt as though she was mentally and emotionally joined with Cynthia. The feeling was beyond physical and beyond sexual. Their souls joined and melded together. 

An orgasm shook Nicole. She moaned into Cynthia's mouth and broke their kiss, long enough to gasp out loud. Pleasure radiated through her and her chest heaved. An orgasm. It was the first time ever that Nicole came without direct stimulation. Cynthia's hands resumed their light caress of her body and Nicole assumed she was giving her a chance to recover. 

"I love you." Cynthia whispered in Nicole's ears. 

Before Nicole could respond, Cynthia's mouth covered hers again. Her hand slid down and caressed her lips. Her fingers slid inside her briefly, gently caressing her and finding her g-spot easily. Nicole's back arched again. Cynthia's touch was electric and she was amazing at drawing pleasure out of Nicole. 

Cynthia's fingers disappeared. Nicole settled back on the mattress, breathing heavily, and wondering what her lover had in store for her next. The bed moved. Nicole could tell Cynthia was moving down towards her waist. Instinctively, she started to close her legs, but Cynthia's hands stopped her. 

"Shh. It's ok baby. Just relax."

A second later, Nicole felt a cock massage her pussy, slowly, up and down. 

There's a man in here? Nicole thought suddenly. Just as quickly, she dismissed that thought. There isn't a man at the resort dummy.

Cynthia brought a toy! Nicole relaxed and spread her legs. The idea of getting penetrated, fucked, by her girlfriend was hugely erotic. Cynthia ran the dildo (Nicole thought it was a dildo) along her pussy, getting it wet and teasing her girlfriend. Nicole groaned again in frustration and she heard Cynthia laugh softly. 

A second later, Cynthia pushed completely inside Nicole. She held it inside Nicole, letting her adjust, before she withdrew it slowly. The toy was good-sized, not huge, but not small either. 

Perfect. 

Nicole wasn't a size queen and the toy felt amazing. The fact that her girlfriend was making love to her and just told her that she loved her, made everything perfect. The emotional connection between them was powerful and beautiful.

Cynthia moved the toy in and out of Nicole. She alternated between shallow, quick strokes and deeper, more penetrating thrusts. Nicole experienced orgasm, after orgasm and finally begged Cynthia to stop. She couldn't continue any further, without being sore tomorrow. She didn't want to be sore. She wanted to be ready the next time Cynthia wanted to have sex. 

Besides, four orgasms is more than enough. 

The blindfold came off and the first thing Nicole saw was Cynthia's smile. Her beautiful smile. Complete with dimples, impossibly straight, white teeth and beautiful blue eyes. Nicole threw her arms around Cynthia and pulled her down, on top of Nicole. Her body was warm, firm and her silky skin felt delicious against Nicole. 

"My turn!" Nicole said excitedly. "Tell me what you want. I'll do anything. Seriously, Cyn. I'll do anything for you."

Cynthia kissed her softly. Their eyes met. "You know what I want." She said softly. Cynthia guided Nicole's head between her legs.

Yes! Nicole thought happily. 

Cynthia had to beg Nicole to stop. 







Nicole looked over at Cynthia, still sleeping peacefully. I'm falling in love with her. If I wasn't already, I am now. I know it. I can feel it. Nicole buried her face in her hands. What does that mean? Am I a lesbian now? How can I love Cyn and still be married to Nick. I love Nick. Even if I left Nick, I still like men. Ugh! I'm failing at being a lesbian!

Nicole slid out of bed, enjoying the freedom to walk around naked, and stepped into the restroom. A few minutes later, she walked into the living room. Nicole decided to put on panties and a tank top. Their suite separated the bedroom from the living room. It was an oceanfront suite, so the calming, beautiful sound of the ocean filled their room, when Nicole slide the glass door open. Nicole reached back to grab her phone, before she stepped out on the patio.

The beach was lightly populated. Nicole took a seat, then dialed her husband. She wanted to let him know everything was going ok.

Ok? Things are freakin' awesome!

Voicemail. 

"Hey honey. How's it going in Vegas? Things are great here. The resort is amazing and the water is so blue, it's hard to describe. Thank you so much for letting me come on this vacation. I know you had reservations, but I'm really happy you said ok. It means so much to me and it means a lot to Cynthia as well.  You're the best." She paused. "Listen, I have some good news, well sort of good news. You don't have to worry about me meeting cute guys down here. There are none. I'm serious. The resort was taken over by lesbians and there isn't a man in sight, not even the staff. Cynthia surprised me when we got here. I thought you'd get a kick out that little piece of information. Don't worry. You have nothing to worry about, I'm not planning on becoming a lesbian. I like men too much. Anyway. We're going to be super busy and I won't always have my phone with me. I'm going to plan on calling or texting you each morning, ok. You do the same and maybe we'll actually get to talk to each other. Bye baby. I love you."




Stolen Moments Ch. 02



Guilt welled up inside Nicole and she sat staring at the ocean. 

What I said was true. 100%. She told herself. 

It's what you didn't say that's bothering you and you know it. You didn't tell your husband you're falling in love with Cynthia. 

Nicole stared out the ocean. 

What am I doing? Am I being fair to Cyn? Am I being fair to Nick? Am I just being selfish?

Several minutes later Nicole still didn't have an answer, she shook her head and stepped back inside their suite. She consulted the room service menu for a few minutes, before ordering as quietly as possible. The food and drinks arrived surprisingly quickly. Nicole met the attendant out in the hall, tried unsuccessfully to tip her, before she quietly carried everything back in the room. She poured a cup of coffee for Cynthia and herself, arranged a plate of fruit for both of them, and then carried everything carefully into the bedroom. 

"Good morning sunshine." Nicole said softly and sat on the bed. 

Cynthia groaned loudly. "Ugh. You're such a morning person."

"Sorry. I can't help it." Nicole said softly. 

"I may have to kill you before this vacation is over." She winked at Nicole. "Give me the coffee first."

Nicole smiled at her and waited until Cynthia was in a sitting position before she handed her the coffee. The fruit plate found its way to the nightstand and Nicole slid over next to Cynthia. 

"Coffee's good."

"I'm glad. I left a voicemail for Nick." Nicole said abruptly. Cynthia didn't respond, so Nicole continued. "I let him know everything's ok."

"Is everything ok, Nikki?" Cynthia's voice was soft. 

"No." Nicole looked up at her girlfriend. "Not even close. I'm having so much fun and I'm so happy, I think I'll burst." She shrugged. "I just didn't want to tell that to my husband via a voicemail and now I feel guilty about it."

Cynthia put her coffee down, before laying back down next to Nicole. "Don't feel guilty, honey. Nick approved this vacation. You're not hiding anything from him and you're definitely not lying to him."

Nicole nodded. "I know."

"Want me to call him?" Cynthia offered and tweaked Nicole's nose. "I'll let him know his wife is having a great time and she'll be back in no time."

Nicole laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yea. He'd love a call from you." She paused. "Did you tell him about the whole Olivia/Lesbian thing?"

Cynthia's face turned red. 

"Oh my god." Nicole sat up. "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"No." Cynthia sat up as well and smiled guiltily at her girlfriend. "Nick wasn't comfortable with this vacation and if he knew it was for lesbians, I knew he wouldn't approve it." She shrugged. "I'm sorry and I'll apologize to Nick when we get back. I just wanted us to take this vacation so badly."

Nicole leaned over and kissed her cheek. "That's ok. I let him know already. I told him he didn't have to worry about me meeting any cute guys and that I'm in no danger of becoming a full-fledged lesbian."

"He's going to be pissed isn't he?" Cynthia asked. 

"Hmmmm. I don't know. Nick's pretty easy-going. He'll probably think its funny, especially we tell him about my reaction, when I finally figured it out." Nicole paused. "Besides, I'll simply remind him that we could have gone to a resort where there were a lot of single guys."

"Ooooh. Good point." Cynthia picked up her coffee cup and sipped it. "That's how I'll spin it with your husband. I'll tell Nick that I didn't want you to run into any single guys, like Collin."

Nicole laughed and leaned her head against Cynthia's shoulder. "Cyn, you don't have to spin anything. Let's just let him know and see how he deals with it." Nicole smiled at her. "He'll be fine."

"I hope so." Cynthia said after she took another sip of coffee. "I genuinely like your husband. He's a really good man and that's saying something these days." Cynthia slipped a slice of melon in her mouth and chewed it slowly. 

"Last night was fun." Nicole said smiling at her girlfriend.

Cynthia set her coffee down and hugged Nicole tightly. "It was, wasn't it?"

"Yes. It was the first time we didn't have to worry about time or kids or husbands or anything." She kissed Cynthia's cheek. "I loved it. All of it."

"All of it huh?" Cynthia teased. "Even the toys?"

"Especially the toys!" Nicole replied quickly. "It was erotic and hot. Holy cow, I lost track of my orgasms."

"Five." Cynthia said quickly. "I counted five."

Nicole's mouth dropped open. "Is that right? Well did I return the favor?"

"Hmmmm. I only remember four, so you owe me at least one more."

"Bitch!" Nicole pushed Cynthia back and straddled her. "I'll give you one right now!" She started tickling her girlfriend. Cynthia hated being tickled. 

"Stop. Stop it!" Cynthia wriggled out from under Nicole and scooted off the bed. She held her hand out. "Stay away from me, you sexy little bitch. You know I hate to be tickled."

Nicole laughed. "That's why I love to do it." She paused and shrugged her shoulders. "Now that you're awake you want to hit the gym."

"I hate you!" Cynthia replied. 

"Yea yea.  You didn't hate me last night and something tells me you're going to LOOOOVVVEEE me tonight baby-girl." Nicole lifted her t-shirt and flashed her boobs at Cynthia. 

"Yea you're probably right." Cynthia slipped her panties and t-shirt off and stood naked in front of Nicole. "Ready for a work out?"

A full hour later, Nicole and Cynthia entered the gym, smiling widely. It was a two minute walk to the gym. 

I love morning sex, Nicole thought as they surveyed the gym. It's almost as good as 'after workout' sex.

They didn't get to work out together often, but they'd done it enough to have a routine. Being an athlete, Cynthia had a specific work-out program she followed. It worked, because her body constantly stayed below 10% body fat. It drove Nicole nuts. 

Nicole on the other hand, knew just enough to be dangerous in the gym. She focused on the major muscle groups and lots of cardio. She liked to start with weights and end with cardio.

It keeps my ass from blowing up. That's all the matters. 

Bottom line, Nicole and Cynthia limited themselves to 90 minutes. No matter where they were in their workouts, they both stopped at 90 minutes and left the gym. Cynthia kissed Nicole before they parted and stared at her ass as she walked away. 

I love it when she wears yoga pants, Cynthia thought lustily.  

Nicole loved that they could be so openly affectionate with each other. As she passed a window, she caught Cynthia staring at her ass. She stopped, looked back over her shoulder at her girlfriend, and then patted her ass. Cynthia winked at her and walked over to the treadmills. 

Nicole started on the leg machines and got to work. While she'd never been an athlete, she took fitness seriously and she watched her diet. The gym, or fitness center, wasn't very full when they entered, but it quickly filled up. Nicole had moved onto the squat rack and began her first set of 10. When she finished a voice interrupted her thoughts. 

"Mind if I work in with you?" 

A gorgeous, petite Asian woman stood next to the squat rack smiling. She was slightly shorter than Nicole and she had the most delectable curves Nicole had ever seen. 

Wow, Nicole thought to herself and barely kept from drooling.  

"Not at all." Nicole replied. "It looks like this is the only squat rack in the place."

"Thank you. I'm Michelle." She held out her hand and Nicole shook it. They were both wearing weight lifting gloves, so it wasn't sticky or awkward. "Nicole. Nice to meet you."

"Same here." Michelle smiled warmly at her. 

"Do you need to reset the weight?" Nicole asked. 

Michelle shook her head. "Nope, but would you mind spotting me?"

"Sure." Nicole moved behind her. 

"Thanks." 

Michelle moved under the bar and lifted it easily. She whipped out 15 reps, with no hesitation and perfect form. It was obvious she didn't need a spotter. 

"Wow." Nicole said after Michelle put the weights back. "Nice form."

"Thanks." Michelle moved back and made room for Nicole. 

Nicole finished another 10 reps and struggled a bit on the last few. Michelle put her hands on Nicole's waist as she pushed upward and her touch almost broke Nicole's concentration. Nicole managed to get the bar back.

"Good set." Michelle complimented her. "You have good form as well."

"Thanks."

Michelle didn't move back under the weights. She stayed next to the squat rack and smiled at Nicole. "Please tell me you're single." She asked bluntly. 

Nicole laughed and shook her head. "I'm sorry Michelle. I'm here with my girlfriend." Nicole looked over at the cardio machines. Cynthia was getting off her treadmill. She had obviously seen Nicole speaking with Michelle. Cynthia looked curious and surprisingly serious, not quite upset, but not relaxed either.

Sort of casually suspicious, Nicole thought. 

Cynthia walked up and forced a smile. "Hey babe. Who's this?"

Nicole replied calmly. "Cynthia, this is Michelle. She spotted me while I did my squats." 

"It's nice to meet you." Michelle held out her hand. "Nicole was just telling me she was here with her girlfriend. Wow, you two are a gorgeous couple."

Cynthia took her hand and her smile warmed up considerably. "Thank you."

"Well, I don't want to intrude on your workout." Michelle replied. "It was nice meeting both of you, maybe we'll see each other around."

"Nice meet you as well Michelle. Take care." Cynthia replied.

Nicole waited until Michelle couldn't hear them and turned to Cynthia. "What?"

"Don't you what me, missy." Cynthia growled playfully. "I saw her hitting on you."

"Cyn." Nicole rolled her eyes. "Michelle didn't hit on me. She just asked if I was single and I told her no. Immediately." She stepped forward and put her arms around Cynthia's neck. 

"I'm all sweaty." Cynthia protested. 

Nicole tightened her arms and pulled her close. "I don't care. I will never betray your trust Cyn. You're the only woman I want to be with, I promise."

Cynthia's eyes grew watery and she nodded back at Nicole. "I'm sorry I'm so jealous."

"Don't be. I know it's only because you care and because you love me." Nicole kissed her softly. "It's ok. Let's go. We've had enough of this kind of exercise." She took Cynthia's hand. "Besides, I saw a bikini in your suitcase that I am dying to see wear on the beach."

Cynthia laughed. "I'll go naked, if you'll continue putting up with me."

"Now there's an idea!" Nicole replied.

They walked slowly, enjoying each other's company, holding hands and swinging them back and forth as they strolled through the resort. 

"It surprises me how diverse the lesbian community is," Nicole said quietly. "I guess I thought other couples would be like us, but I realize now that was just stupid. There are all kinds of women here and honestly, it's really cool."

"It's a community, just like any other." Cynthia replied. "It's just all women."

"You're right. It's nice to see how happy these women are with each other. I don't think I've seen this many smiles in one place, in my lifetime." She slid her arm around Cynthia's and pressed her body up against Cynthia's as she walked. "I'm smiling a lot too, by the way."

Cynthia smiled briefly at Nicole, before continuing. "Unfortunately, this is one of the few places that Lesbians or Bi-Sexual women, can be themselves without being judged or harassed or worse." She paused. "Hopefully that will change someday."

"I think it will." Nicole replied. "It should. It's long overdue."

"Aren't you a republican?" Cynthia asked. 

"Ssssh." Nicole whispered dramatically. "If people knew that, they might evict me from the resort." Nicole joked and then turned serious. "I'm catholic too, Cyn, and I'm raising my girls to be Catholic as well. Happily."

"You're in quite a catch-22 situation then aren't you?"

"Maybe." Nicole allowed. "I struggle with it, sure. It's not easy. I just see how happy these women are with each other and I won't say it's wrong. You see the love in their eyes. True love. The kind of love that you don't see often, even with heterosexual couples." She sighed. "And I think of how I feel about you and then I stop caring whether it's right or wrong. It feels right. It feels pure."

Cynthia stopped. "Yes it does. I was raised a Christian as well Nicole. I know the struggle you're talking about, but this." She motioned between them. "Doesn't feel like struggle to me."

Nicole stepped close and kissed Cynthia. "Me either."

A few minutes later, Nicole ran a sponge slowly over Cynthia's skin. She loved to watch the water and soap stream down her body. Her girlfriend patiently turned this way and that, so Nicole could wash her from head to foot. Unfortunately, Nicole wasn't tall enough to wash her hair. Cynthia preferred to do that herself anyway. Nicole ran her hands over her soft skin, as Cynthia rinsed off. When she was finished, Nicole gently moved her to the nearest wall and knelt in front of her. 

"Baby, you don't---." Cynthia protested gently.

"Shhhh." Nicole interrupted. "I want to." She looked up at Cynthia. "Please."

Cynthia nodded, leaned back against the wall and spread her legs slightly. A second later, she gasped, as Nicole's tongue slid softly against her lips.

"Mmmmm. I love your touch." Cynthia murmured and closed her eyes. Pleasure surged through her. 

Nicole focused on bringing Cynthia as much pleasure as humanly possible. Her hands slid up the backs of Cynthia's thighs and cupped her ass firmly. She pulled Cynthia to her and slid her tongue slowly along the outside of Cynthia's lips. Nicole flicked her tongue against her clit and was rewarded with a loud moan. 

I'm good at this, Nicole thought happily. She looked up at Cynthia. Her body is soooo, sexy.

Another loud moan emanated from Cynthia and Nicole slid her hands away from her ass and let them roam over her waist and stomach. Cynthia's athletic body came with a firm, flat stomach that Nicole secretly envied. Moans were coming quicker now, more urgent, and Nicole focused harder on Cynthia's clit.

Bingo! Nicole though happily as an orgasm erupted through her lover. 

Cynthia braced herself against the side of the shower and rested as her orgasm subsided. Nicole learned quickly that Cynthia became super ticklish after she had an orgasm, so Nicole gave her a little space and just enjoyed the feeling of giving her girlfriend pleasure. When she was certain Cynthia wasn't going to fall over and hurt herself, Nicole turned and started washing her body. 

Arms encircled her stomach and she felt Cynthia press herself against her back. Soft, gentle kisses covered her neck and shoulders. 

"Thank you." Cynthia said softly. 

"You're welcome, Cyn." Nicole said quietly. "But you don't ever have to thank me. I enjoy doing it. I should be thanking you."

"Mmmm. How did I get so lucky?" 

"Are you sure you're lucky? Not cursed?" Nicole asked quietly. 

"No." Cynthia kissed her neck. "I'm lucky."

"Well, Miss Lucky. I'm going to wash my hair and then I want to hit the beach with you. Ok?" Nicole asked. "If we stay in this shower, we're going to have more sex, our skin will prune and we'll be too tired to go out tonight." She turned and looked at Cynthia. "And you're taking me out tonight."

"Yes ma'am." Cynthia replied. "I'm going to dry off and get dressed. See you in a second."

"K."







Stolen Moments Ch. 02



"Yea. I noticed you checking out Michelle."

"Cyn. Stop it. I'm not interested Michelle, but you are right, I do think of her as attractive." She smiled up at Cynthia. "I know I'm not making any sense. I'm sorry. Just forget it."

Nicole started to walk away, but Cynthia caught her arm. "Nikki. It's ok. I understand what you're feeling." She pulled Nicole close. "The answer to your question is, I'm not sure."

"So you still consider yourself bi-sexual?" Nicole asked. 

"Yes. Don't get mad, but I thought Collin was gorgeous. I wanted you more than him, but I still thought he was a sexy hunk of man."

"I'm not mad. Collin's a sexy guy." Nicole slipped her hand inside Cynthia's and they resumed their walk back to their suite. 

"Nick's a good-looking guy as well Nicole." Cynthia said softly as they walked. "I enjoyed his company."

"So you do still find men attractive?"

"Yes." Cynthia said shortly. "I'm still attracted to men, but Nikki, no one has made me like you do. Man or woman. I don't know if that makes me a lesbian or bi-sexual or just confused; but I know I don't want anyone but you in my life."

Nicole squeezed Cynthia's hand. They walked back their suite in silence. 

I wish I could say the same Cyn. You have no idea how much I wish I could just commit to you and no one else.

Nicole and Cynthia fell into bed, after they got back to their suite, and quickly fell asleep. The work-out in the fitness center, the work-out in the shower and all day in the sun, robbed them of energy. 





Stolen Moments Ch. 02



Nicole smiled, but didn't respond to her. Not in this lifetime, she thought. After the woman left, she looked up at Cynthia. "Thank you."

"You're welcome Nikki." She smiled at Nicole. "I'm reconsidering whether I'm ok with you dancing with other women, but she definitely wasn't someone I want you dancing with tonight, or ever for that matter. She looked at you like you were on the menu or something."

Nicole let her hand drift down and she squeezed Cynthia's ass briefly. "I'm only on the menu for you, baby!"

The slow songs ended a few minutes later and Cynthia went to the restroom. Nicole was going to go with her, but the club was filling up and they didn't want to lose their table. The waitress brought them another round of drinks, courtesy of Jean, and Nicole mouthed "thank you" to her.

This is a new world for me, she thought as she surveyed the club. Everyone is so happy, so relaxed and having so much fun. I may not be a lesbian, but I wouldn't mind coming back or going on an Olivia cruise. The Olivia folks are so nice. 

"Where did your friend go?" A voice intruded on her thoughts and Nicole looked over. It was the same woman who tried to cut in to their dance earlier. 

"Restroom." Nicole said shortly. 

"Ahh. Well, can I interest you in a dance?" She asked and stepped closer to Nicole. They were almost touching and Nicole suddenly felt intimidated. 

"Thank you very much for the offer. Sincerely." She paused. "But I'm only dancing with my girlfriend tonight."

"It's just one dance, besides, I saw you dancing with that other couple over there." She motioned to Jean and her girlfriend. "C'mon." She took Nicole's arm. "Just one dance. I promise, you'll enjoy it."

The woman, who still hadn't introduced herself, pulled firmly and Nicole barely managed to keep from tripping. She put her drink on the table and prepared to pull back, but the woman pulled her again. Nicole took several quick steps to keep her balance and found herself walking out to the dance floor. 

"See. It's not so bad." The woman said softly. "You'll like me."

Suddenly Jean materialized in front of them, standing still and staring intently at the woman holding Nicole. The woman holding Nicole stopped and narrowed her eyes at Jean. She kept her grip on Nicole's arm. 

"Nicole." Jean's voice was ice cold and she kept her eyes fixed on the woman in front of her. "Do you want to dance with this woman?"

"No!" Nicole said quickly. "She won't let go of me."

"This little honey danced with you earlier." The woman protested.

"First, I asked politely. I didn't try and interrupt a dance with her girlfriend. Second, I didn't wait until her girlfriend used the restroom, like a stalker, and try and get her to dance with me. Finally, I damn sure didn't put my hands on her, without her express permission." Jean listed the items calmly, but the intensity in her eyes grew. She took a step forward and lowered her voice. "Let her go. Now." She paused. "There are plenty of single women at the resort. Go ask one of them to dance."

The woman looked at Jean for a moment longer, before dropping Nicole' arm and walking away. Jean watched her disappear, before she turned back to Nicole. 

"Are you ok?"

"Yes. Thank you." Nicole replied sincerely. "I honestly told her no, several times, but then she just pulled me out onto the dance floor."

Jean nodded. "Yea. I'm not sure what her problem is, but she bothered a few other girls, petite girls, earlier today on the beach." She motioned for Nicole to walk back to her table and she followed along. "Please don't worry Nicole. That kind of behavior is extremely rare in the lesbian community." Jean paused. "Most of us are so used to men acting that way, we wouldn't dream of doing it with another woman. You're safe."

Cynthia returned from the bathroom as Jean and Nicole walked up. A question mark was written on her face as she looked at Nicole and Jean. Nicole held her hand up to Cynthia. She turned and gave Jean a tight hug.

"Thank you Jean."

"You're welcome honey."

Jean nodded to Cynthia and walked back to her girlfriend. Concern etched itself on Cynthia's face. "What's going on? Are you ok?"

"I am now." Nicole replied. "That woman who interrupted our dance, tried to pull me out on to the dance floor. I told her no, but she didn't listen. Jean came to my rescue."

Cynthia put her arms around Nicole and hugged her. "I'm sorry. We should have gone to the restroom together."

"Don't worry about it. It's done. Jean said that kind of thing really never happens with lesbians and I believe her." Nicole stepped back. "C'mon. Let's not let it ruin our evening."

The dance floor was crowded, with girls dancing in groups, rather than couples. The DJ played the "Electric Slide" and everyone clapped. 

This is so much fun, Nicole thought as she boogied to the electric slide. Cynthia was in front of her most of the time, so she got to check out her ass, in her sexy dress. This is just fucking amazing. I'm so glad Cynthia surprised me.

Nicole and Cynthia were a little tipsy when they finally made their way out of the club. They were both carrying their high heels in their hands and walking bare foot. 

"That was so much fun Cyn." Nicole gushed. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for suggesting this vacation. Thank you for surprising me with lesbians and thank you......well, just thank you for just being a great person."

"Awww. Stop it some more." Cynthia replied dryly, taking a line from Nicole.

"Take me to the beach." Nicole begged. "Please. I want to see the ocean at night."

"Let's go. It's not even eleven yet, so it's still early."

"I didn't think it was possible, but I think the ocean is even prettier at night." Nicole replied when they arrived. She stared out at the water from her seat on the sand. Cynthia nodded. "I agree. The company is nice as well." She paused. "Thank you Nikki."

"For what?" 

"For only dancing with me. For being so patient and accepting of everything." Cynthia kissed her head softly. "I shouldn't have surprised you with the lesbian aspect of this vacation. I didn't mean any harm, but it still wasn't right."

"Stop it, Cyn. It's ok." Nicole snuggled closer to her girlfriend. "I honestly don't mind and you know what I've been thinking ever since I arrived?"

"You're a lesbian?" Cynthia joked. 

"No." Nicole pinched her thigh lightly. "I've been thinking about how much fun I'm having. It's hard to explain, but the atmosphere here is just so open, so free and well, so much fun."

"It is, isn't it? I love being here."

"Yea."

"Wanna go in?" Cynthia asked. 

"Yes. I've got the munchies. I want to order some snacks, curl up under the covers and watch a cheesy romantic comedy with you." She paused for a second and then added. "A romantic comedy with lesbians!"

Cynthia laughed and pulled Nicole to her feet. They walked hand in hand through the night, to their suite. The simple pleasure of each other's company and holding hands resonated deeply with both of them as they walked. 

Nicole felt it and she knew Cynthia felt it as well. Their relationship changed, something clicked between them that hadn't been there before, and they both welcomed it. When they got back to the room, Nicole ordered snacks while Cynthia worked the TV. Nicole changed into a tank top and panties, just in time for the snacks to arrive. Fortunately, it was a woman that brought the snacks and Nicole's tank top went down to mid-thigh, so she took the snacks. 

A few minutes later, Nicole had the snacks arranged for easy eating and Cynthia joined her in bed. Nicole watched the opening credits.

"When In Rome?" She asked doubtfully. "There are no lesbians in this movie."

"Kristen Bell." 

Nicole laughed. "She's not a lesbian. She just got married."

"Kristen's a lesbian. She just doesn't know it yet." Cynthia looked at Nicole for a moment. "Who knows how many married women are out there that secretly want a girlfriend or are lesbians, hiding in the closet." 

"Yea yea. You're not as smart as you think you are, Cyn."

"Shut up and watch the movie."

"Bitch."



Stolen Moments Ch. 03



What in God's good name was she doing here?

Suzanne walked into the restaurant's main foyer. Pagiani's. The scent of garlic and basil teased her as she closed the door to the blustery evening outside; the low light caused a hazy glow as the chatter of patrons buzzed low in her ears. She scanned what she could see. Some dining, part of the bar. No one sitting alone.

Foolish. How was she going to recognize him? What would she do when she met him? What if he wasn't what she expected? What if he was? What if he wasn't here? She pressed her hand to her chest and forced herself to take a deep breath. As she did, her chest rose and fell against the silk of her blouse, and her nipples rubbed against the smooth texture, becoming erect almost immediately. 

Against her better judgment, she had worn the gift. Worn the gift, and placed a dark grey silk blouse unbuttoned as far as social boundaries would let her without labeling her as something not acceptable. Her skirt went to just above her knees, but the tops of her thigh highs clung to her skin, and served to remind her that she had followed the man's instructions, and had not worn any underwear. 

The outline of her nipples could be seen through her otherwise conservative and well-cut blouse. And if anyone decided to look, they would be able to tell that no cloth covered them. Blood pooled to her nether regions and she suddenly became very aware of her body. "No one here can know..." she assured herself. "No one here is going to look at my breasts. No one can know what I am feeling..."

Her eyes continued to scan the room. Looking for someone looking for her. She stepped further into the foyer to get a look around the corner. An attractive man in his late 40's sat by himself at a table across the way. Grey streaking his temples. Sitting alone. 

No. A woman was coming back to his table from the powder room. It couldn't be him. 

Suzanne couldn't decide if she felt brazen, sexy, insane, or just stupid.

"Can I help you miss?" A man behind the podium intoned. He looked at her with a critical eye. Suzanne felt more naked then she should.

"Is anyone here waiting for Suzanne?"

"No, Miss. Will you be dining with us this evening?"

" I uh... believe so." She sucked briefly on her upper lip, and then looked the Maitre D in the eye. "Look. Is there a bar I can wait at until my date arrives?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Of course Miss. To your right. May I ask after a name? Perhaps when he arrives I can point him in your direction?"

"No. That is quite all right. Thank you." 

And with that, Suzanne made her way away from the little man as quickly as dignity would allow. Had he known? He couldn't have known! She still felt haunted.

She moved further into the bar.

"Oh no."

Michael, her coworker, was sitting at the bar, chatting with the bar tender and nursing what looked to be a scotch. 

Michael had only been with the company a few months, but had never taken the time to speak with Suzanne. She never really wondered about it. Michael was an attractive man at 31. Dark, well kept, he had the look of a man who never made any effort to look good, but always did anyways. The sort of man made to walk around bare-chested and hold babies. She assumed he was a cocky bastard from the start and didn't pay him much mind. But he was here. And he had to know who she was. And he would go back to the office on Monday and tell everyone that she had shown up at this restaurant and that no one had come to claim her.

Suzanne felt a blush rising, and turned the leave.

"Suzanne!! Is that you?"

She stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't just walk away now. She had to make an appearance. How would she explain it? If the man didn't show, she would appear no more than an abandoned wallflower. If he did, Michael would surely recognize him, and the news would go well with Monday morning coffee and doughnuts. She took a deep breath, steeled her shoulders, turned around and smiled brightly.

"Michael?"

"It is you! Come here and have a drink."

Suzanne made her way to the bar and found an empty stool near her co-worker.

"Vodka tonic please," she asked the bartender.

Michael was looking at her. Not just at her... but AT her. She felt her nipples tighten painfully again as she felt he could see them beneath the thin silk of her blouse. It was disconcerting. With that look, certainly he could see into her very soul, and know what she was about tonight.

"What are you doing here this evening?" He asked brightly. He sounded awfully happy to see her. Maybe it was just small talk, or surprise at seeing someone from the office. His date would show soon. Men like him didn't go places like this without a woman on his arm or a fist full of buddies. 

"Meeting a friend."

"Mmmm..." he responded into his glass as he sipped his whiskey. 

"You look very nice tonight." Suzanne gave him a cross-eyed look and laughed out loud.

"Thanks, I think. Who are you meeting tonight?"

"A friend." And he smiled. A warm and inviting smile. Suzanne shook herself mentally. Don't get drawn into that smile. He's not here for you. And any moment, you're going to run into...

"Oops. You have a leaf in your hair. Must have blown in from outside. Let me get that for you."

All to familiarly he reached over and plucked the miniscule foliage from her hair. She started back a bit at the easiness of the motion and then stopped cold. 

As his arm came across her shoulder and near her face, it exuded the scent she had recognized earlier that day. That change crossed her face. He stopped his motion, and, having rescued the errant leaf, moved his hand briefly to caress her cheek... It stole down to rest briefly, casually on her knee.

"You were 7 minutes late you know. You..." Suzanne felt her heart leap into her throat, and she couldn't breath any longer. "You..." She shook her head and closed her eyes. She felt the hand squeeze her knee possessively and she opened her eyes in shock "But you never...how could you... why would..." 

"Shhh." he said, and his voice was recognized. She had never really heard it above a whisper, and to see it coming out of this man who's face she had seen at a distance nearly every day... Suzanne felt a shock run through her entire body, from head to toes and then bounding back again. His hand was incredibly, unbelievably warm upon her knee. It slipped just under the skirt, but didn't go any higher... the feel of his hand on the other side of that black silk was excruciating.

"I had a table reserved. Are you hungry?" Suzanne could barely do more than nod as he stood up and offered his arm. She took it, and they exited the bar, returning back to the Maitre D. He sat them without fanfare in a booth sitting in the far corner of the restaurant. Dark and very private. 

The Restaurant was done in hues of burgundy and gold. Everything shimmered in the candlelight, and all the tables were covered with long white crisp linen table clothes, adorned with fresh red roses. It felt opulent. Michael sat her down on one end of the booth, and he sat himself on the other. They were given two menus and the wine list. Suzanne didn't event think to look. She was still trying to sort what was occurring in her suddenly eventful life.

Michael perused the menu and wine list briefly, and then put them down, looking into Suzanne's eyes.

"I am glad you came."

"I wasn't sure that I would."

"You knew you would."

"You're cocky."

"You're not wearing any underwear."

The statement slapped her in the face, and rendered her speechless. 

"I can see your beautiful nipples right now through your blouse... just their shape. I'm glad you wore it. Now I don't have to cut the thing off of you to get to what I want." Suzanne turned as crimson as the roses... she felt it. 

"You look beautiful like this. Tell me. I am right aren't I?" 

"About my being beautiful?"

"That's not a topic up for debate. Did you respond to my request?"

Suzanne felt a wetness begin to pool between her legs. She had never gone without underwear in public, and she was certain she had never felt so naked before in all her life.

"Yes."

"How do you feel?"

"Naked."

Michael just laughed and his eyes twinkled. The waiter approached. As Suzanne hadn't bothered to look at her menu, Michael ordered for them both, and requested a bottle of pinot noir to accompany the meal.

"Good," he answered after the server left them. "You should."

Suzanne felt his hand on her knee again under the table. It worked her way slowly up her leg. She suddenly felt as if all eyes were on her and she stiffened noticeably.

"Don't," he instructed. "You'll only draw more attention if you make a scene. The table clothes are long enough. Let me."

His hand made his way up her thigh again... And she couldn't take it. It one motion she grabbed her purse and stood up to leave the table. The steely grip of his hand on her wrist stopped her in mid-motion. She turned to look at him.

"If you go now, you will never know," was all he said. Then he let go of her arm, his gaze more than strong enough to hold her on its own. Suzanne blinked. And she couldn't move. Couldn't leave. Couldn't sit down. She stood in limbo for nearly a minute... 

"Sit down Suzanne. If you had really wanted to leave, you would have done so by now."

She did. Against her better judgment, she did. His hand was back on her knee.

"Now that we have got that out of the way... " His hand began to caress the back of her knee, tickling her, but she concentrated on not letting him tickle her. Giggling just didn't seem the right thing to do right now.

"I have a long evening planned for us tonight. But I have waited one hell of a long month for you, Suzanne. I will have something now." He caught her eyes in his. "Put your hands up on the table." 

She hadn't realized that they were gripping them hem of her skirt, keeping it down low on her legs... and resting her arms on the table would be a normal motion for her, yet it was so hard here. She wrestled with herself and laid her forearms lightly on the table... it was the hardest thing she had ever done.

"Good." His hand moved up her thigh again; the flat of his palm on her inner thigh urging her to part her legs. "Michael, I can't." 

"Yes you can," Was all he said. Her thighs parted only slightly, but it was enough to feel the rough texture of his hand on such a sensitive part. He found the top of her stockings and his face showed a small smile of triumph. He ran his finger under the strap of her garter belt, and snapped it gently. Suzanne gave a start. "Shhh..." he said. "You don't want the neighbors to know what I am doing, do you?"

Suzanne shook her head no, and found herself a prisoner of her gaze. Her hands worried the silverware on the table. She couldn't look away, even as she felt his hand go higher to cover the part of her that was uniquely female. Suzanne's breath broke and his fingers gently stroked that uncovered part of her. One finger traced the opening of her and then he spread apart her outer lips. Delicately he traced her soft inner skin, following the folds of her center, but always staying away from any part that would bring her to her pleasure. She could feel herself swell and she became so moist that she lost what little comfort she had.

She tried very hard to keep her face neutral as an ache built inside of her. 

"So. How is Team J going?" 

"What?" She asked breathlessly as his finger briefly passed over her clitoris.

"Tell me about your strategic planning team. I'd like to hear about it?"

"You have got to be kidding." His hand teased her opening and her hips thrust forward involuntarily.

"Nope. If you don't start talking, then they'll know something else is going on here. If you don't want them to wonder, I suggest you find something to talk about quickly... and try not to move in such an obvious manner."

It was like cold water being thrown at her. As she was about to tell him exactly where he could stick his team J, his finger entered her. She gasped. He pulled it out very very slowly, pressing upwards the whole way and making her shudder before he began to gently circle her clit.

She started talking about Team J.

It was a feat of pure concentration. He alternately teased her gently, coaxing her clitoris until she was ready to scream, and then filled he with a finger, rubbing gently, rhythmically, against a spot inside her that threatened to make her die. But she someone how managed a semblance of conversation. Even if she was certain she was just repeating the same detail incoherently, over and over again. If he would only stop changing... just stay with one method...she could come...she knew she could... and bugger what anyone else thought.

Just then, the meals came out. Michael removed his finger with a slow motion and smiled devilishly, and then he sampled the wine.

Suzanne felt as if she had been left on the edge of a great precipice and wanted to cry out, or at the very least, throw a mother of a tantrum.

"You'll survive. Eat your dinner."

"Where do you get off telling me..."

"Eat Suzanne. We're not done here. We've a lot ahead of us, and you'll be glad for dinner by the time I am done with you."

With that, they settled into the longest meal of her life.

Surely it had only been an hour, but dinner had felt like eternity. They had sat across from each other, Michael making small talk, Suzanne trying to act like everything was normal. But it wasn't. Underneath everything, the idle chatter of work and mutual acquaintances, and the normal banter associated with a first date, the air was positively charged. The conversation never turned to the events of one month passed, nor did it dwell on the immediate future. Avoiding those topics made them into a beacon... and while neither brought the subjects up, they were in the forefront of all their thoughts.

The time came for desert. Suzanne started to ask for a desert menu as Michael asked for the check. "I've something else in mind for desert," he stated simply. Suzanne placed her hands in her lap and nervously played with her own fingers out of his sight. The check came. She offered to pay half. He only gave her a look that said he would like to see her try.

And with that dinner was over. He stood and offered her his arm. She took it. They walked out the door.



Stolen Moments Ch. 03



Cynthia stirred in bed and reluctantly opened her eyes. The sun was up and sunlight was streaming brightly through the windows, in stark contrast to Cynthia's mood. 

Nicole's probably up already, she thought. I hate that she's a morning person. 

Cynthia slid out of bed and into the restroom. Nicole was sound asleep when she came back into the room. 

Wow, she must have drank too much last night. 

She resisted the urge to get back into bed and snuggle up to her gorgeous girlfriend. 

Nicole always brings me breakfast, so I'll surprise her today. Ugh. She likes sweet stuff for breakfast. Oh well, I guess pancakes won't kill me. Coffee! Coffee First, Girlfriend Second! 

Cynthia ordered everything and added a few salty items, bacon, eggs and toast for herself. She was hungry, no she was starving and she impatiently sipped her coffee. A few minutes later, a soft knock at the door announced the food arrival. 

Wow the service is good here, she thought and tried unsuccessfully to tip the attendant. 

Cynthia checked on Nicole and found her lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey, sleeping beauty. You're finally up." 

Nicole groaned and turned on her side, facing Cynthia. "How much did I drink last night?" 

"I tried to stop you after your third margarita honey." She reminded Nicole. "But you wouldn't listen, then you had all those salty snacks when you got back to the room, so you're probably dehydrated." 

"Ugh. I hurt. Ok doctor? I hurt." Nicole sat up. "Quit diagnosing me and get me some liquids and some pain relievers." 

"Yes ma'am. Breakfast is ready whenever you want to rejoin humanity." 

"I don't like you!" Nicole called out as Cynthia left the room. 

Nicole finally made it back to the land of the living and joined Cynthia for breakfast. She gobbled the pancakes and most of the bacon, before Cynthia stole the last slice. Nicole finished her orange juice and picked up her cup of tea. "What's on the agenda today?" 

"Honestly, I'd just like to stay in our room and watch you walk around in your underwear all day." Cynthia popped the last of the bacon in her mouth. "How's that sound?" 

"Fantastic. But you have to stay in your underwear as well." Nicole sipped her tea and gazed warmly at Cynthia. "You're not the only one who likes to watch their girlfriend walk around in her underwear." 

Cynthia laughed. "Does this ever stop?" 

"What?" 

"This desire." Cynthia shook her head. "It's like we're teenagers or something. Honestly Nikki, I can't get enough of you. It's not just the sex, which is mind-blowing by the way." Nicole gave her a naughty smile. "I just want to be with you. In your presence. Laughing with you. Anything with you. Ugh!" 

"I feel the same way Cyn." Nicole replied. "I can't explain it either, but I'm drawn to you. I want-." 

Nicole set her tea down and looked out the window, a tear rolled down her cheek, and Cynthia saw her chest hitch, as she struggled to keep from crying. 

"Honey. What is it? Did I say something wrong?" 

Nicole shook her head and wiped her eyes. Cynthia got her a few tissues and Nicole took them without looking at her. 

"What's wrong Nikki? You're scaring me." 

Cynthia kneeled next to Nicole's chair. Kneeling placed their eyes level with each other. Nicole finally met her girlfriend's eyes and they were brimming with tears, she flung herself into Cynthia's arms and held her tightly. Nicole cried openly, unable, or unwilling to stifle her tears any longer. 

"Nikki. I don't know what's wrong baby, but we can fix it together." Cyn felt Nicole nod. "I promise." 

Nicole and Cynthia held each other for several minutes, before Nicole calmed down. Cynthia pulled her to the couch, into her arms and they sat together in silence. 

Nicole finally pulled away slightly and met Cynthia's eyes. "I Love You Cyn." 

Cynthia's mouth dropped open and her eyes took their turn at filling with tears. 

"Cyn. I Love You." Nicole repeated firmly. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say it to you. I love you and I'm not going to hide it or deny it any longer." 

Their lips found each other and wouldn't let go, clothes disappeared, and Nicole and Cynthia didn't speak for the next several hours. Sounds. Urgent, loud and loving echoed in their suite, but no words were spoken. They finally lay spent, holding each other softly and enjoying the intimacy of each other's company, sleep eventually claimed both of them. 

Nicole woke first. She pressed her body against Cynthia's, absorbing her warmth and letting her hands slide over her naked skin, her lips gently kissed her neck and shoulders. God, I love the way her skin tastes. Cynthia's back was lean and muscular and Nicole pressed her breasts against it, enjoying the texture and scent of her lover's skin. 

Cynthia slipped one of Nicole's fingers into her mouth and tickled it with her tongue. 

"Stop." Nicole said playfully. "Or we're going to get started all over again." 

"Is that so bad?" 

"No. Not at all, but I'm getting hungry again." Nicole kissed Cynthia's shoulder. "Feed me please and then we can start all over again. I think there may be a spot on your body that I haven't kissed yet." 

Cynthia laughed. "I think you're right." 

Nicole rolled over and slid out of bed. She rifled through her suitcase and came up with a new pair of lacy underwear. "I hope you like these." 

"I'm pretty sure I will." She smiled at Nicole and watched her slide on the lacy panties. "Wow. I love them. Turn around." Cynthia looked hungrily at her girlfriend. "Your body is so stinkin' perfect. You have curves. God I always wanted curves."  

"Stop it Cyn. You have an amazing body and you know it." A tight tank top slid over Nicole's head and she spun around once more for her lover. "What do you want for lunch?" 

"Anything light, baby." Cynthia replied. "I ate too heavy this morning." 

"Whatever Ms. Fitness." Nicole disappeared. 

Cynthia slid out of bed and went to the restroom. She loves me! Cynthia shouted silently at the mirror. A goofy smile pasted itself on her face, but she didn't mind and she definitely didn't want it to go away. She hadn't been this happy since her wedding day, and then again, the day her son was born. 

"Nicole loves me." Cynthia said quietly, as though she didn't believe it, or thought that it was a dream. "Nicole loves me." She said again louder. 

"Yes." Nicole's voice floated into the bathroom, followed quickly by a smiling Nicole. "Nicole loves you very much." 

Cynthia jumped. "Damn you scared me." 

"Sorry Cyn." Nicole said quickly. "Lunch is on the way. I don't mind if you stay naked, but you might want to wait until I get the food, before you come out to the living room." She started to walk out of the bathroom, but turned at the door. "You look amazing naked, by the way." 

Nicole had lunch on the table, when Cynthia emerged from their bedroom. Not naked. She was wearing only panties though and a loose t-shirt. "Let's eat outside." 

"Sounds good." Cynthia nodded. "You think we're fine in our underwear?" 

"We should probably put on shorts right?" 

"Yea." Cynthia nodded. "I don't want any more women coming by and trying to steal you away." 

Nicole smiled and went to the bedroom to slip on a pair of shorts. She smiled as the thought about Cynthia's reaction. 

"Those are your shorts?" Cynthia replied when she walked back into the room. "Your underwear covered more skin." 

"You don't like them?" Nicole asked quickly, acting scared. 

"No, I love them. I love your ass and your body." 

Nicole laughed. "Then you're just going to have to deal with it, Cyn." She winked at her girlfriend. "Wait until you see the shorts Iaid out for you." 

Cynthia came back in, wearing the shorts Nicole picked out smiling. "Not bad. You like?" She did a slow 360. 

"Definitely." Nicole replied softly. 

"Let's go." 

Cynthia carried the food out to their little patio and Nicole carried the drinks. Just when they sat down, Nicole's phone chimed. 

"Ugh." 

"Ignore it." 

"I can't." Nicole replied and put down her good. "It's probably Nick and I told him I'd stay in touch with him." 

"Ok. Go get it." 

"Sorry." 

"Don't apologize Nikki. It's ok." 

Nicole disappeared inside and Cynthia heard. "Oh My God!" "Cyn, come here. You have to see this!" Cynthia scrambled out of her chair and went inside. Nicole looked up. "It wasn't Nick. It was Collin." 

"Collin." Cynthia's voice turned stiff at the mention of Nicole's ex-boyfriend. "I thought you were done with Collin." 

"Stop. It's not what you think. He sent me a video." Nicole fiddled with her phone. "Here, I'll start it over." 

She put the phone down on the table and they both bent over to watch the video clip. Nick appeared on the screen, on stage, holding a microphone. 

"Ladies and Gentleman." Nick started smoothly. "Thank you for coming out tonight. We're going to start off with a little number for the guys in the back." 

"Holy shit!" Nicole repeated herself. 

"Did you know he could sing?" Cynthia asked. 

"No. He mentioned being in a band once, but he said they sucked." 

The ladies laughed and giggled as Nick sang the song. 

"Wow, he's really getting into it." Cynthia said laughing. "Look at him move. He looks good." 

"Nick's gotten serious about working out and eating better. Wow, he does look good, doesn't he? Was that a moon-walk?" 

"Look at the crowd! They love him." 

"Holy Shit!" Cynthia said softly. "He really rocked that song." 

Nicole watched as Nick walked back towards the camera. His head was down and he was trying to get through the crowd as quickly as possible. 

He hates being the center of attention, Nicole thought. He really does look handsome. 

The video stopped when Nick was still several feet away. Nicole got up, checked the text and read it aloud. 

"Nick rocked the house last night Nicole. We signed four new clients and it was Nick that sealed the deal!" 

"Wow." Cynthia said quietly. 

"Nick and I hope you and Cynthia are having a great time. Please say HI to Cynthia for us. Nick and I really need her help, so hopefully she'll make time for us when she gets back. Take care." 

Nicole put her phone down and looked over at her girlfriend. Cynthia looked back. "I don't know what to do, Nikki." 

"Then don't do anything." Nicole replied. "We're in the middle of our vacation. Nick and Collin can wait and you said your company loves you." She walked over and put her arms around Cynthia. "Take your time Cyn. No hurry." 

Cynthia didn't say anything, she just hugged Nicole back. A few seconds later, she started to move them towards the door, and Nicole jumped up, and put her legs around Cynthia's waist. "I'm carrying you now? Is that it?" 

Nicole pressed her face against Cynthia's neck and nodded. Cynthia carried Nicole out to the patio with a smile. "Here you go. I spoil you so much!" 

"Yes you do." Nicole agreed. "Am I worth it?" 

"You know you are. Quit fishing for a compliment." 

Nicole winked at her and picked up some fruit and cheeses. They sat back and looked out at the beach. It was full of women. All kinds of women. The one thing they all seemed to have in common was that they were happy. 

"Nikki." Cynthia's voice caught her attention. "What do you think about me working with Collin and Nick? Honestly." 

"Cyn, are you sure you want to talk about this, because you kind of got upset the last time I brought it up." 

"Yes. I want to hear your thoughts." 

Nicole sighed and sat up straighter. "Cyn, I don't see a downside to joining Nick and Collin's firm." Cynthia's mouth opened and Nicole held up her hand. "Just let me finish, please." 

"Nick told me before I left that you would be a partner in the firm. You wouldn't be working for either one of them. I think that's a really good thing." 

"It is." 

"Second, you'd run the real estate part of the business and it would be yours to run. Nick talked about paying you a salary at first, but when the revenues exceed the salary, you keep all the revenues. He said they had enough clients that he didn't think you'd be paid a salary long." 

"Ok. Did he say the size of the salary?" 

"No. You'd need to discuss it with him and Collin." 

"Ahh. I see." 

"Nick said something about you being a partner, but not having any equity in the firm. I'm not real clear on that part, but he said they would be willing to let you purchase equity anytime you wanted." 

"So I'd be a partner, but not necessarily have an ownership stake in the company." 

"Cyn. I think that's right, but you're already beyond me. I will tell you that Nick and Collin put up $250k to start the business and they each own 50%. I got the sense that you could buy in slowly, if you wanted." 

"Nikki. I don't know that much about the real estate business." Cynthia admitted. 

"I do. Besides, Nick and Collin don't need a technical expert. They need someone they know and can trust. They need someone who is used to speaking with High Net Worth individuals, like doctors, and they need someone who can sell. I understand you're amazing at selling." 

Cynthia shrugged. "Yea. I've done pretty well at it." 

"I could work with you and be your technical expert." Nicole beamed at her girlfriend. "I've already got my real estate license. I've also worked in commercial real estate for about 10 years and I know some great property management firms." 

"Ugh. Nikki. I just moved to Austin. Jason and I just got settled and I'd lose money on my house." Cynthia shook her head. "I'm doing well, but I'm not sure I can afford to move again so soon." She looked over. "What?" 

Nicole laughed and gave Cynthia a superior look. "I worked in Real Estate, remember?" 

"So?" 

"Cyn, just make Nick and Collin provide you a relocation package. I'll even help you structure it, and by the time I'm done, you might even make money." 

"It's that simple is it?" 

Nicole shook her head. "No honey. You know it's not that simple. There's a lot of work involved and you'd be starting the business from the ground up. That's never easy. It'll be your business though and you'd be your own boss. Finally, you're walking into a situation where you'd have the support you need and a list of ready clients." Nicole took a sip of her drink before continuing. "Cyn. This is a good opportunity." 

"You and I would work together?" 

"Yep and you could sexually harass me anytime you wanted!" 

"Hmmm. Sounds fun." 

"Ok. I'm done. You can talk to Nick and Collin if you want to learn more. I'm sick of talking business. I'm sick of talking about Nick and Collin. I want to focus on my girlfriend." Nicole stood up and took her plate inside the suite. 

"You're leaving me out here?" Cynthia asked loudly. 

"No." Nicole replied from inside the room. "I'm getting naked in here. It's up to you, if you want to join me." 

Cynthia abruptly stopped chewing the slice of melon in her mouth and stared at the beach for a moment, barely two seconds later, she scrambled inside, leaving her food and plate on the patio. Nicole wasn't in the living room and Cynthia peaked in the bedroom. 

Nicole was laying naked on the bed, smiling up at her. "Get in here. I need you. Now." 

Cynthia slipped out of her clothes quickly, before she moved on top of Nicole, and kissed her passionately. Nicole's arms came up around her and she ran her fingernails softly down her lover's back, a moan escaped Cynthia, but it was quickly muffled by Nicole's mouth as they continued to kiss, softly, passionately. Nicole finally pushed back on Cynthia's shoulders. 

"Cyn." 

"Hmmmm. Yes?" She continued to kiss Nicole's neck. 

Nicole's face flushed bright red. "Um. Do you have one of those strap-on thingy's?" 

Cynthia stopped and looked at Nicole intensely. "Yes. I brought something special." 

"Will you get it? Please?" Nicole traced her finger along Cynthia's neck, down through her cleavage, before she looked up again. "I really want you to fuck me." 

A passionate kiss followed Nicole's admission and Cynthia scooted off the bed once Nicole let go of her. She was back in a flash and she smiled as she showed Nicole her new toy. It was firm, but flexible and in an L-shape. "I've never used this before, ever, but it's supposed to be very intimate and neither one of us needs to wear anything to use it." Cynthia paused. "Just please be patient." 

Nicole nodded excitedly and Cynthia moved forward on her knees, until she was between Nicole's legs. She coated both ends with lubricant and carefully slipped the short end inside her. She closed her eyes and sighed. "That feels nice." The longer end protruded out from her, much like a cock and she smiled down at Nicole and shifted forward, and she slid the other end along Nicole's lips. "Are you ready?" 

"Yes!" 

Cynthia shifted her weight forward and the long end of the silicone cock, slid inside Nicole. A gasp burst from Nicole and she arched her back. "That feels so good." Nicole said breathlessly. Cynthia moved in and out of Nicole slowly and she felt her end of silicone cock move pleasurably inside her as well. It felt amazing for both of them. Cynthia was careful at first, but once Nicole was able to take all of it, she leaned down over Nicole. 

"Fuck me, please Cyn." Nicole gasped. 

The intimacy was overpowering and pleasure surged through Cynthia and Nicole. Their bodies slapped against each other gently and moans, cries and shouts all mixed in the bedroom. Cynthia enjoyed the powerful feeling of thrusting inside Nicole and the silicone cock felt amazing inside her as well. 

"You fuck me so well, baby." Nicole ran her fingernails down Cynthia's back. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." 

Cynthia put her hand on Nicole's jaw and kissed her roughly. "You like the way I fuck you, don't you?" 

"Yes. Ohhh. Yes yes yes!" 

Nicole climaxed savagely under Cynthia and she felt herself almost pass out. The sensation of being under Cynthia, feeling her tits brush against her own, and being penetrated and fucked, was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Nicole ran her hands over Cynthia's hips and pulled on her ass. It was so unlike having sex with a man and Nicole loved everything about it. The intimacy was overpowering and Nicole found that she loved feeling a feminine body above hers, as she was getting fucked. The light smell of vanilla, filled her nose, and she licked, sucked and bit her way around Cynthia's neck and shoulders. 

Cyn, smells great, she feels great and she fucks amazing! 

An orgasm ripped through Cynthia a short time later. She experienced the same overpowering sense of pleasure as Nicole. As her orgasm subsided, Cynthia rested on Nicole, recovering slowly and slipping into a warm bath of contentment, with afterglow bubbles coating the surface. 

Nicole was in heaven, her body was relaxed, happy and satisfied. The experience was made even better, because Cynthia's body was laying on top of hers. Nicole felt submissive, happy and unbelievably in love with the woman laying on top of her. Their bodies felt joined and she could feel her lover's heartbeat. Nicole caressed Cynthia's back and kissed her neck softly. "I love you, Cyn." She said in between kisses. "I love you so much." 

Cynthia lifted up onto her elbows. She smiled down at Nicole. "Nikki, you have no idea how good it feels to hear you say those words." 

"I'll say them often Cyn, because they're true. 100% true." 

"I'm believe you, Nikki. I love you too!" 

"Good." 

Cynthia carefully removed their new favorite toy from both of them. She took it to the bathroom. When she came back, she was smiling widely. "Was that amazing or was it just me?" 




Stolen Moments Ch. 03



"It was amazing. You know what else I like about sex with you?" 

"What?" 

"No stubble burn on my cheeks. No running off to the bathroom to clean up. No one asking me "Did you orgasm? Was it good for you?" Nicole said the last one with a low voice, mimicking a guy. 

Cynthia laughed. "Men. They're such fragile creatures." 

"I know right." Nicole nodded. "Hey, I have an idea for tonight." 

"Oh Yea?" 

"There is a sunset cruise that the hotel offers. Do you want to go? We could have a romantic dinner together and the sunset is supposed to be amazing. It would be fun." 

"That does sound like fun." Cynthia admitted. "Do we have time?" 

"Let me call the front desk." Nicole sprang out of bed. 

"Wow. I guess I didn't wear you out." Cynthia said dryly. 

Nicole stopped, then turned around. "Cyn, sex with you just now was sensual, intimate and completely off-the-charts great. You gave me such an amazing orgasm, I almost passed out. Now stop it. Who's the fragile creature now?" 

"Bitch. Go make our reservations and find out if it's formal or not." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Cynthia and Nicole made the cruise and it wasn't formal. They both chose shorts, with a light comfortable blouses, their clothes didn't match exactly, but anyone who looked, would think they were a couple. They spent most of the cruise, next to the railing, enjoying the beautiful sunset and ocean view. Nicole and Cynthia didn't talk much. While they did enjoy the view of the sunset and ocean, they also spent a lot of time staring into each other's eyes. 

"You're so beautiful." Nicole breathed softly. She reached up and kissed Cynthia gently. 

"So are you, Nikki." 

Dinner was finally ready. They took their seats and found themselves sharing a table with several other couples. A few drinks later and their table was consumed with laughter. It was easy to relax and have fun at an Olivia event. Everyone was there to have fun, to be out, and open about who they were as a person and also fully embrace their lives. It was liberating on a level that almost escaped words. 

While the fun and laughter didn't stop, the table quieted when Nicole mentioned that she was bisexual, rather than 100% lesbian. The reactions at the table were mixed. A few of the ladies looked disappointed, almost angry, while others were happy for her and understanding. 

"You just haven't met the right woman." A lady across the table said with an inviting smile. 

"Excuse me!" Cynthia snapped right back and took a deep breath. 

Nicole put her hand on Cynthia's arm, before her girlfriends temper and jealousy could make an appearance. "No. Cyn. Let me answer." 

Anger flashed in Cynthia's eyes, but she nodded at Nicole. Cynthia took a big swallow of her drink, while Nicole composed her thoughts. "I have met the right woman." Nicole started, she looked at Cynthia for a second and then turned to the lady across the table. "Cyn, is amazing and I'm truly blessed to have her in my life." 

"But?" The lady asked immediately. Her attitude turned dismissive. 

"No buts. There are no buts, no qualifications, no caveats or addendums, when it comes to my feelings for Cynthia." Nicole smiled warmly at her girlfriend again, before she turned back to the lady across the table. "Attraction isn't a choice. A person doesn't get to choose whether they're attracted to men or women or both. It would be a lot easier for me, if I could pick one or the other. I can't. I'm attracted to both men and women, it's simply the way I am. A super stud won't stop me from being attracted to women and Wonder Woman herself wouldn't stop me from being attracted to men." 

Nicole looked around the table, meeting each ladies eyes, before finishing. 

"It's not easy being a lesbian or being bisexual. I'm sure all of you understand what I'm saying. It's not easy, not in any sense of the word." Nicole beamed at Cynthia for second, before she returned her gaze to the table. "But I would rather do hard with Cynthia, than easy with anyone else in the world." 

"Wow." The lady said with a smile. "I stand corrected, maybe you have met the right woman." 

"I am so hot for you right now!" Cynthia gushed. 

The table erupted in laughter. Nicole and Cynthia received a light round of applause and the other tables turned to look. Cynthia kissed Nicole on the cheek. "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

The topic of conversation moved to other things and the ladies talked, joked and laughed all through dinner. Cynthia kept giving Nicole lustful looks all through the dessert course. They made their way back to the upper deck and watched the shoreline grow larger, as the ship came back to shore. The evening was perfect and neither of them wanted to cheapen it with words. Nicole and Cynthia stood together, arm in arm, leaning slightly against one another, simply enjoying the night. 

"I have a surprise for you." Cynthia said as they walked hand-in-hand back to the hotel. "I think you're going to love it." 

"Oh Yea? Well, just what is my surprise?" 

"There's a concert tonight at the hotel." Cynthia winked at her girlfriend. "Any idea who's performing?" 

"The Pussycat Dolls?" 

"God, I wish!" Cynthia laughed. "Don't take this the wrong way honey, but if Nicole Scherzinger ever becomes a lesbian and hits on me, I might just cheat on you!" 

Nicole laughed and snorted a little. "You wouldn't have to cheat Cyn. We could share her." 

It was Cynthia's turn to laugh and then she shook her head. "Nikki, the problem is that I couldn't share you. I'm sorry, but I just don't want to see you with another woman." 

"You'll never have to share me Cyn." Nicole stopped and pulled Cynthia into a kiss. "You're the only woman for me." 

Cynthia nodded and they started walking again. A light breeze blew over the sand and the sound of the waves was calming. "Nikki?" 

Nicole's voice was soft, teasing. "Yes." 

"You said I'm the only woman for you." Cynthia took a deep breath. "Not the only person for you." 

Nicole was silent for a minute, before she looked over at Cynthia. "What are you asking Cyn? I'm not sure I understand." 

"I'm not sure I understand either Nikki." Cynthia shrugged. "I guess I was just wondering if it would ever be just you and me?" She shook her head quickly. "Forget it Nikki. I don't know what I'm saying and I told myself I wasn't going to bring it up." 

"Cyn-." 

"Nikki." Cynthia interrupted quickly. "Stop. I don't want to ruin our evening. Let's go see your surprise." 

Nicole looked at Cynthia for a moment longer, before she gave her a shaky smile and nodded. "What's my surprise?" 

"Vicci Martinez." Cynthia replied with a cute smile. 

"No Way!" 

"Way!" 

They collapsed against each other laughing and Nicole squealed excitedly. "I love her. She is such an amazing singer and her voice is like 'audio sex'. 

Cynthia giggled and gave her a funny look. "Audio sex?" 

"I'm just saying that if you close your eyes and just listen, it's like having sex with your ears or something. I can't explain it. Anyway, let's go see that cute little hottie sing!" 

"You better just watch her, honey-baby. If I catch you hitting on Vicci, I will punish you later!" Cynthia warned. 

Nicole winked at her girlfriend. "Promise?" 

"God, I love you." 

The hotel had a huge ballroom and Cynthia and Nicole were able to get seats in the front row. Nicole couldn't take her eyes off the petite, latin singer. 

"Quite the little groupie, aren't you?" Cynthia teased her girlfriend. 

"Stop it!" Nicole glared at her girlfriend. "I just like her voice and her music and her face and her body...Ok Ok, I'm a groupie." 

Cynthia rolled her eyes, but she cheered along with everyone else as Vicci sang and she clapped hard when the performance was over. Vicci signed autographs after the performance and Nicole purchased her CD, had it signed, and even posed for a picture with Vicci (Cynthia was in the picture as well). Cynthia held onto Nicole's hand possessively, as she gushed over Vicci, waiting for her autograph. Once the picture was taken, she gently, but firmly pulled Nicole away from the gorgeous singer. 

"Cyn, stop!" Nicole said as they exited the ballroom, she pulled Cynthia over to a corner and faced her. "I don't even know if Vicci is a lesbian or bisexual. You have nothing to worry about honey." 

"Nikki." Cynthia's voice was tinged with anger. "I told you I was jealous and you're throwing yourself at her." 

"What!" Nicole's mouth dropped open. "Cyn, I did not throw myself at her, ok? Yes, I'm a fan. Yes, I think she's cute, but I did not hit on that woman. I asked for an autograph, and a picture, and about thirty other women did the same thing, dammit." 

"You just don't understand Nikki." Cynthia said quietly. 

Nicole pulled Cynthia close. "What don't I understand? I'm sorry Cyn. I don't know what I'm doing that's making you so angry or jealous." 

Cynthia rolled her eyes and started walking quickly back to the bar. Nicole watched her for a second, before she followed her, anger seeped into her, as she followed Cynthia. 

What the fuck? I get an autograph and a picture and I'm throwing myself at her? Damn, why is Cyn so jealous? 

The bar was fairly crowded, because a lot the people watching Vicci Martinez, headed for the bar afterwards. Nicole silently hoped Vicci wouldn't be in there, because she didn't know how Cynthia would react. She caught up to Cynthia and walked next to her as she found an empty spot at the bar. Cynthia ordered a drink for herself and didn't bother to even look in Nicole's direction, even though it was obvious they were a couple. The bartender sensed the tension and her eyebrows rose a bit. 

"What can I get you?" She asked Nicole. 

"Diet Coke, please." 

The bartender nodded and went to get their drinks. 

"You going to explain yourself or do I have to keep guessing tonight?" 

"What do you care?" Cynthia hissed and then motioned to the bar. "See we're surrounded by lesbians, why don't you go throw yourself at one? You don't seem happy with me. You keep flirting with every lesbian who comes near you, can't wait to spread your legs for another woman, can you?" 

"Jesus. Cynthia! What the hell?" Nicole moved over and stood directly in front of her girlfriend. "Stop, just stop and talk to me. Please baby! I don't want to fight and I definitely don't want anyone but you Cyn." 

Nicole saw the anger and frustration that filled Cynthia's eyes, slowly bleed away as she looked at her. She didn't want to take the chance of those emotions coming back, so she reached up and kissed Cynthia softly. "I love you. Cynthia, I love you." She whispered intently when their kiss ended. "Please let's not fight." 

The bartender cleared her throat and Nicole and Cynthia broke to take their drinks. Nicole took her soda and realized that Cynthia had ordered a shot. 

"I'll have what she's having." Nicole said quickly to the bartender. She turned back to Cynthia. "We getting drunk tonight? I'm game if you are." 

Cynthia finally broke her silence with laughter. "Fuckin' right we are." 

Nicole's shot appeared and she raised her glass at Cynthia and they both downed their shots. Nicole made a circling motion with her hand. "Another round over here!" The bartender nodded and smiled widely. 

"What the fuck did you order?" Nicole asked. "I didn't realize they sold gasoline in bars." 

"It's Tequila, you sexy, little flirtatious bitch." 

Their shots arrived and they immediately downed the second shot. 

"Aren't we supposed to get lime and salt with Tequila shots?" Nicole asked after making a Tequila face. 

"We're slumming tonight baby." Cynthia said with a smile. 

"Fine with me, but before we get too drunk baby, why don't you tell me what's going on?" 

Cynthia sighed. "Nikki, I'm just jealous. You don't seem to realize how people react around you and you're no fucking nice, I can't tell if you're flirting or just being sociable. God, I'm sorry. It's just that I saw the chemistry between you and Vicci and it made me jealous. Things are so good between us, I just don't want to lose you." 

Another round of shots were delivered, along with a soda for Cynthia, and the bartender leaned over. "This is the last shot for a while ladies. I'll stop bring you all the soda you want, but three shots in five minutes is enough for now." 

Nicole stuck out her lip. "Awww. You're no fun." 

The bartender laughed and winked at them. "Ladies, my shift ends at midnight, if you're around then, I'll show you some fun." 

Nicole started to laugh, but caught the look in Cynthia's eyes. Anger and jealousy were fixing to make a comeback, so she grabbed Cynthia's arm quickly. "Let's go dance or drink in our room." 

"Our room." Cynthia replied, giving Nicole a hungry look. 

When they got back to their room, the tequila shots had definitely made themselves comfortable, and Nicole and Cynthia both were unsteady on their feet. They managed to get naked, fall into bed, and get tangled up with each other. 

"I'm really sorry Cynthia." Nicole began. "I never want to hurt your feelings or make you feel jealous." 

"Nikki. I'm sorry too, I acted like a lovesick teenager. Fuck!" 

"It's ok baby, but please just trust me a little more. I won't cheat on you and I'll be more careful from now on." 

"It's not always your fault Nikki. Remember when Michelle approached you in the gym? I saw that you weren't flirting with her, but it still made me jealous. I realize I can't put you in a cage, but I guess I just want other women to stay away from you." 

Nicole laughed. "Good luck with that, holy cow, you brought us to a lesbian resort! How the hell am I supposed to avoid other women?" 

"I didn't say it made sense, bitch!" Cynthia pinched her lightly. "Besides, I'd feel the same way, if men were flirting with you. Remember the party at Collin's house? I wanted to scratch his eyes out, every time he put his arm around you." 

"Ok Cyn. You have jealousy issues." Nicole said lightly. "What can I do? Should I get a tattoo, with your name on it? Where should it go, on my forehead?" 

"Hey, don't make fun of me!" 

"Baby, I'm sorry. I just don't know how to prevent you from getting jealous." Nicole sat up and looked at her girlfriend. "If you could control my behavior, what would you change?" 

Cynthia sat up as well and ran her hand over Nicole's shoulder and back. "I don't know. I guess, just hold my hand when we're near a group of people or someone new. Just stick next to me, in social situations, so I know you're thinking of me, instead of some hot bartender or a cute musician." Cynthia buried her face in her hands. "God, I sound like some abusive spouse or something." Her shoulder shook as she cried. 

Nicole hugged her tightly. "It's ok Cyn. I can do that and I don't mind being close to you. You don't sound like an abusive spouse, stop it." Nicole kissed her cheek several times. "You realize of course, you're way too gorgeous to be this insecure, right?" 

"Whatever." Cynthia said with a shake of her head. She wiped her eyes. "You're the only woman I've fallen in love with Nicole. This is all new to me as well, honey. I know I'm not being rational, but it's how I feel." Cynthia looked over at her girlfriend. "Nikki, can I just hold you tonight? I'll have sex if you want, but I just really need to feel close to you." 

"Yes. Of course." 

Nicole and Cynthia slid, fully under the covers, and Cynthia's held Nicole tightly. They faced each other at first, but Nicole turned, at Cynthia's request, and they spooned until they were both falling asleep. 

"Nikki." Cynthia said quietly. 

"Yes." 

"Would you get a tattoo for me?" 

"Yes. I would Cyn." 

"Really?" 

"Well, within reason of course, but yes, I would get a tattoo, if that's what you want." 

"You do love me." Cynthia breathed into her ear. 

Nicole laughed softly. "Yes baby. I do love you. Now, I'm not getting a name tattooed on my body, because that's the curse of death for relationships, but a symbol or a picture is fine. I'd really rather not have a tramp stamp either, but we can discuss it." 

"How about matching tattoo's?" 

"Now you're talking." Nicole said with laugh. "I'm falling asleep though baby, can we talk about it in the morning?" 

Cynthia kissed her cheek. "Yes." 

* * * 

"I fucking hate you!" Nicole said as she cradled her head. "Tequila! Why did you have to choose Tequila?" 

Cynthia came out of the bathroom, clearly suffering from her own hangover. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." 

"You better be, you sexy, jealous, hung-over, sorry-excuse-for-a-girlfriend." Nicole replied and then patted the bed. "Now get back in bed with me." 

"Nikki. Fucking will only make our headaches worse." Cynthia walked over and pulled the covers back, exposing Nicole's naked body. "Get up and let's go get something to eat and drink. The beach is the best cure for a hangover." 

"You better be right dammit." Nicole replied and slid of the bed. She swayed a bit, on her way to the bathroom, and managed to give her girlfriend a sexy glare. 

They showered together quickly and made their way to the buffet. Nicole threw caution to the wind and had a waffle, smothered in strawberries, with plenty of syrup and a big side of bacon. 

I'll work it off later, she thought. Besides, I earned a big breakfast, by pounding shots with my girlfriend. 

Their headaches went away after several pain relievers, a big breakfast and several glasses of water and juice. When they made it back to their room, they were feeling human again and changed quickly into their bathing suits. Nicole put on a suit she could never wear around her kids and smiled at Cynthia's reaction. 

"Holy Shit! Damn that looks good on you!" Cynthia's arms circled Nicole and she pulled her close. "Maybe we can stay in?" 

"Oh No!" Nicole wriggled out of Cynthia's arms. "I wanted to stay in bed remember. You drug my sorry, hung-over ass out of bed earlier, so we're going to the beach now." She winked at Cynthia. "I'll get a hand towel to soak up your drool!" 

"Fuck. You!" Cynthia said, pronouncing each word distinctly. 

"Later." Nicole kissed Cynthia and giggled. She tweaked her nose. "You can fuck me later. Now, it's beach time!" 

Cynthia glared at her girlfriend, before she stalked into the bathroom. 

"I thought we were going to the beach?" Nicole called out. 

"We are! I don't like my suit, so I'm changing." Cynthia shouted through the door. 

Nicole rolled her eyes and walked out to their little patio. The beach looked amazing and the white sand beckoned to her. She slumped into a chair and sighed heavily, impatient to get to the beach. 

"Ta Da!" Cynthia's voice washed over her. 

Nicole's mouth dropped open as Cynthia did a slow 360 for her girlfriend. Cynthia's swimsuit was beautiful, very skimpy and completely mouth-watering. In fact, Nicole actually felt her mouth fill with saliva. She swallowed carefully and smiled. "You are so sexy. Where have you been hiding that suit?" 

Cynthia laughed and shook her ass at Nicole. "I got it just before we left. I wasn't sure if I was brave enough to wear it, but when I saw your suit, I thought I'd live on the edge a little." She looked shyly at Nicole. "You're sure it looks ok?"  

"No." Nicole replied quickly. "It looks absolutely horrible. As a matter of fact, I want you to take it off, now!" 

"Oh no! Beach time." 

"Wow." Nicole's eyes did the elevator on Cynthia's body. "The color looks amazing against your tan." 

"Awww. Thank you. I was initially against getting a white suit, but I liked the Brazilian cut and the gold hoops." 

"No, Cyn. Honestly, you look amazing. Wow!" Nicole finally drug her eyes away from her girlfriend. "I'm going to stick close to you today. No question about it." 




Stolen Moments Ch. 03



Cynthia's expression grew serious. "You promise?" 

"Yes. I promise baby." Nicole stood and hugged Cynthia lightly. "Now let's go get some sun." 

The beach was crowded with women. Nicole looked around with a smile, because every person on the beach looked relaxed and happy. It was like a drug, happiness infected everyone. A couple was just leaving, as they walked up, and they were able to snag their lounge chairs and umbrella. When they got everything arranged, Cynthia got out their sunscreen. 

A familiar voice called out to them. "Hey. Can I help you with that?" 

"Michelle!" Cynthia replied first. 

"Hey stranger, where you been?" Nicole quickly followed. 

"I met someone!" Michelle said excitedly and motioned behind her. "Cynthia, Nicole, I want you to meet Erin." 

Erin smiled shyly, waved at Cynthia and Nicole, and walked up and put her arm around Michelle's waist. "Hi. It's nice to meet both of you." 

Nicole motioned them over and she moved over to Cynthia's lounge chair. "Why don't you two join us?" 

"Are you sure?" Michelle asked. 

Cynthia nodded. "Absolutely. C'mon Michelle, Erin, get over here." 

"Thanks! The beach is so crowded. How did you guys find chairs again?" 

"We got lucky. A couple was leaving when we arrived, so we jumped on them." 

Erin smiled and sat on the lounge chair, Nicole just vacated. "Good thinking." 

Michelle sat next to Erin and leaned into her, smiling widely. Erin put her arm around Michelle again and kissed her head softly. Erin was taller than Michelle and Nicole, but she looked a little shorter than Cynthia. Her shoulder length brown hair, with blonde highlights, was pulled back into a pony tail. 

Late 20's, Nicole estimated. About Michelle's age. 

"Did I hear a southern accent, Erin?" Cynthia asked. 

Erin's smile was warm, natural and beautiful, with straight white teeth. She nodded. "Yes. The accent is pure Tulsa, Oklahoma." 

"Isn't it sexy?" Michelle gushed. 

Nicole and Cynthia laughed, it was impossible to miss just how happy Michelle was with Erin. She kissed Erin on the cheek and Erin tightened her arm around her shoulders. 

"So c'mon you two, spill it! How did you meet?" Cynthia demanded. 

"At one of the single mixers." Erin replied simply. 

"Erin was a little late and she looked so shy, I just had to introduce myself." Michelle picked up immediately. "We talked through the entire mixer and I asked her to have dinner with me." 

"I'm naturally a shy person, but Michelle is so freakin' cute, I couldn't resist." Erin replied. "Dinner was fun and then Michelle wanted to go dancing afterwards." Erin blushed a little. "I can country dance, but I'm not real comfortable with the hip-hop stuff." 

It was fun to watch them, because their attraction and energy was bursting from both of them, as they talked. Cynthia gave Nicole a cute little look and Nicole knew she was thinking the same thing. 

"Erin's a great country dancer and we danced to every country song and every slow song together." Michelle nudged her new girlfriend. "I even convinced her to try dancing to some contemporary music and she did great." 

"No I didn't." Erin replied quickly. "I stood close to you and shuffled my feet from side to side. I'm pretty sure that's not even dancing." 

"Stop it!" Michelle kissed her cheek. "You were great and sexy and amazing." 

Erin cocked her head at Michelle. "And you have a biased opinion." 

Nicole and Cynthia laughed at the cute back and forth, between the new couple. 

"They look good together." Cynthia whispered in Nicole's ear. 

Nicole nodded back at her, she motioned to her back. "Sunscreen, please." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Erin looked over at Cynthia applied sunscreen to Nicole. "So, how about you two? How did you get together? How long have you been seeing each other?" 

"Want me to start?" Cynthia offered. 

"Sure." Nicole closed her eyes and enjoyed Cynthia's hands on her body. She tried to keep her mind on what Cynthia was talking about, rather than her desire to get her girlfriend naked. 

"We've been together almost a year and I met Nicole in a club one night." Cynthia paused dramatically. "She was with her boyfriend at the time." 

"Yuck!" Michelle said quickly. 

Cynthia and Erin laughed and Nicole just shook her head. Cynthia kissed her cheek, before continuing. "He was a good-looking guy, but I saw Nicole sitting by herself, and asked her to dance." 

Nicole opened her eyes. "Of course I said yes. Here's this statuesque blonde, perfect woman, standing in front of me and she wants to dance? Heck yes, I agreed immediately." 

Cynthia kissed her neck. "So we danced for several songs and, of course, the men in the club had their tongues hanging out. God, I hate that!" She shook her head. "Anyway, dancing with Nicole was worth it." 

"You had a boyfriend?" Erin asked. 

"Yes. My boyfriend knew I was interested in women, bi-curious I guess is the term, but I'd never had the courage to explore it. When Cynthia asked me to dance, he was supportive, and encouraged me to dance with her and then talk with her after we danced." 

"He just wanted to watch you to together, I bet." Michelle said disdainfully. 

"I'm sure that was part of it." Nicole replied seriously. "But he was also genuinely supportive of me and my desires. He hosted a party a few weeks later, and he was ok, that I invited Cynthia. It was at the party that I confessed to Cynthia that I'd never been with a woman before and she was patient and understanding." 

Cynthia jumped into the conversation. "Who wouldn't be patient and understanding with someone like Nicole, right?" 

Erin and Michelle smiled and nodded and Nicole nudged Cynthia. "Stop it." 

"Anyway." Cynthia replied, taking over the conversation. "I told her then, that I didn't want to be with her boyfriend, or any other man, for that matter. Nicole was ok with it and so was her boyfriend." 

"Are you still seeing your boyfriend?" Erin asked. 

"No." Nicole replied. "Our relationship didn't last much after Cynthia entered the picture. She wasn't the main reason we broke up, but I don't think he was comfortable sharing me with her." 

"I wasn't comfortable sharing you with him either." Cynthia added softly. 

"I know honey." Nicole replied. She looked back over at Erin and Michelle. "We broke up, but it was amicable and we're still friends. He's in a relationship now, and it looks pretty serious, so I'm happy for him." 

"Nicole and I started seeing each other pretty seriously after her breakup and I moved to Austin to be closer to her. It's working out so far and we're taking it day-by-day." 

"You two definitely look happy together, that's for sure." Michelle said with a smile. 

Nicole smiled. "Thank you. We are happy together." 

"Do you live together?" Erin asked. 

"No." Cynthia replied. "Nicole lives in San Antonio and I live in Austin, so we're only an hour apart, and we see each other regularly." 

Nicole was starting to get a little uneasy with the direction of the conversation. So far, they'd just skimmed the surface of their relationship, but if they went any further, it would lead to Nick, to April and Jasmine and to Jason. The unique nature of their relationship was something Nicole wanted to avoid talking about with two people they had just met. 

"Do you two live close to one another?" Nicole asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. 

Erin shook her head. "No. We've talked about it and we're going to try the long distance relationship thing, see if it works out. If it does, then we'll talk about moving closer to each other." 

"We can do it, Erin. I'm positive we can find a way to make it work." 

"I believe you Michelle." 

It was Nicole's turn to put sunscreen on Cynthia and she pushed her girlfriend onto her back. A sarcastic smile crossed Nicole's face as she surveyed Cynthia's athletic body. Cynthia handed Nicole a towel. "Here, you're drooling." 

Nicole took the towel and swatted Cynthia in the leg. "Bitch!" 

"You two are hilarious." Michelle said. 

"Nicole's got a little bit of temper." Cynthia explained with a smile. 

"Cynthia's a little jealous." Nicole bit back. 

Michelle nodded. "I got the jealous part, back in the gym." 

Cynthia blushed and covered her face with her hands, while Nicole laughed and continued to rub sunscreen over her legs. "I'm so sorry Michelle." Cynthia said after a minute. "I do get jealous and I'm working on it, but I'm definitely a work in progress." 

"It's ok Cyn." Nicole replied softly. "I'd rather have you jealous, than indifferent." 

"I need a kiss." Cynthia pleaded and Nicole gladly gave her one. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon with Erin and Michelle and agreed to have dinner together. 

When they made it back to their room, Nicole attacked Cynthia, roughly pulling her swimming suit off her body and pushing her back onto the bed. She pulled Cynthia's legs apart, without any kissing or fondling, and thrust her tongue against Cynthia's wet lips. Cynthia gasped loudly, and responded in kind, to Nicole's reckless abandon. She pulled Nicole's head tight against her pussy, forcing Nicole's tongue inside her and rocked her hips. It was hot, hard and within seconds Cynthia cried out, as her orgasm burst through her. 

"Come here!" Cynthia commanded and pulled Nicole up to a sitting position. She slid one of her legs under Nicole and had the other sit on top of Nicole's leg. Cynthia pushed forward and their legs scissored, so that their pussies ground against one another. 

"Yes! I love this!" Nicole gasped. 

It was her favorite way to make love with Cynthia. It was intimate, erotic and she felt closer to Cynthia when they fucked this way. Most times, they were gentle with each other, letting their orgasms build slowly and wash over them deliciously. Today was different. They pushed, rubbed and ground against one another with an urgency that was almost uncontrollable. Orgasm after orgasm crashed into, and through them, like a hurricane and they both felt swept away by their passion. 

"Stop! Stop!" Cynthia finally begged Nicole. "I can't anymore." 

Nicole moved forward, on top of Cynthia now, and kissed her passionately. Their breasts crushed against each other and Nicole wanted nothing more than to stay there with Cynthia forever. 

I need her so badly. 

"I'm not complaining." Cynthia said when Nicole finally stopped kissing her. "But what got into you today?" 

"What? I can't make love to my girlfriend?" Nicole asked evasively. 

"Was that was that was? 'Cause it felt like something else baby." 

"I'm sorry Cyn." Nicole said quietly. "I just needed you. I needed to feel close to you and-." 

Cynthia looked up at Nicole. "And what?" 

"Forget it." Nicole rolled off of Cynthia and went to the restroom. 

"Nikki." Cynthia called out. No response. "Nikki, honey what's wrong?" 

"Nothing. I'm sorry Cyn." 

Nikki's voice was fragile and scared and Cynthia heard her crying. She rolled out of bed and slipped on some panties and a t-shirt, before walking over to the bathroom door. It was locked. 

"Nikki. Please let me in." 

The door knob clicked and Cynthia stepped in the bathroom. Nicole had put the toilet seat down and she was sitting on it, crying in to her hands. 

"Shhh." Cynthia put her arms around Nicole. She gently pulled her to her feet and walked her back to bed. "It's ok." 

Nicole slid under the covers and Cynthia joined her, holding her girlfriend softly and letting her cry. Instinctively, Cynthia knew Nicole didn't want her to solve her problems, she didn't need someone to give her advice right now. Nicole needed time, comfort and her girlfriend to just help her with her emotions, not try and solve her problems. 

It was several minutes, before Nicole quieted down, and then Cynthia smiled to herself, because her girlfriend fell fast asleep. "A little rough sex and she's out like a light." Cynthia said dryly to herself. She slid out of bed and walked into the living room. She pulled up her laptop and caught herself up on email. 

I am a little bored at work. I'm also almost at the top right now and I can't go higher, unless I go into management. Ugh! My boss wants to promote me, but I'm not sure I want to manage other people. I don't think I'm patient enough for that type of job. 

Cynthia closed her laptop with a sigh and grabbed her Kindle. She sat outside on the patio, listening to the waves and reading. It was a little embarrassing, but she loved the intense, sexy Vampire novels that Laurell K. Hamilton wrote. Anita Blake was the main character and Cynthia had a secret crush on her. Anita Blake was Latin, with big boobs and a temper, and she kicked ass all through the story. She also had a weird relationship, where she loved several men passionately, and did her best to find happiness. Anita Blake reminded Cynthia of Nicole. 

What the heck is wrong? Maybe she wants out? Cynthia's heart spiked at the thought of losing Nicole. No, Nikki hasn't given any indication that she's unhappy. Just the opposite, she finally admitted that she loved me. 

"You left me!" Nicole said quietly. 

Cynthia looked up in surprise, she hadn't heard the door open, but Nicole was standing next to her in cute little shorts and a tight tank top, braless of course. A quick glance at her tablet and Cynthia realized, two hours had passed, since she came out to read. "I'm sorry Nikki. You fell asleep and I wanted to give you some space." Cynthia motioned for her girlfriend to sit on her lap. "Come here, please." 

Nicole lowered herself on Cynthia's lap, put her arms around her and nestled her face against Cynthia's neck. "I love you Cyn." 

"I love you too Nikki." 

"I'm sorry, I became a basket case on you earlier." 

"It's ok. I'm just worried now." Cynthia hugged Nicole tightly. "Are you ok?" 

Nicole didn't saying anything, she just nodded softly, and continued to lean against her girlfriend. Cynthia smiled in relief and enjoyed the view of the beach and the feel of her girlfriend. 

"Cyn." Nicole broke the silence. 

"Yes?" 

"You asked me earlier, if I thought it would ever be just you and I." Nicole paused for several seconds. "What did you mean?" 

It was Cynthia's turn to take a moment. She considered her answer carefully and then took a deep breath. "Nikki. I love you. I know our lives are complicated, and that you're married to a great guy, and you have great kids." She exhaled slowly. "I understand all of that and I don't want to put any pressure on you. It's just that I would like to envision a future where it's just the two of us." 

Cynthia willed herself to remain relaxed and wait for Nicole's response. It wasn't easy. A big part of her wanted to put demands on Nicole, give her ultimatums, and force her to choose Cynthia. A larger part, and the part that had won so far, was patient. That part wanted Nicole to choose Cynthia on her own, choose a life with the woman who loved her, without demands or ultimatums, and without any reservations. 

Life is messy and I can deal with an ex-husband and kids. Nicole's family is great, and I don't doubt that they would come around, if she chose me. It would be hard, no question about it. A smile came to her face. I'd rather do hard with Nicole, than easy with anyone else. 

Nicole's voice was barely a whisper. "Me too." 

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't hear you." Cynthia lied. She heard her just fine, but she wanted to hear it again. She needed to hear it again. 

"Me too." Nicole's voice was louder, steadier and she lifted her head and met Cynthia's eyes. "I'd like to have a future with you as well Cyn. A future with just you and me." 

Cynthia's smile lit up her face.



Stolen Moments Ch. 04



The air was chilly like only an autumn night can be. It was heady with the smell of wood smoke and leaves, and it had a slight bite that one could ignore if one only worked hard enough. Brisk. White lights adorned the trees on the avenue, lending a soft and seductive glow. Ahead a bright crescent moon was making its way up the sky. 

Suzanne shivered. 

"Cold?" he asked. Suzanne was suddenly victim to deja vu and looked at him straight in the eyes as she said "A little," daring him almost to prove that her statement was false. He didn't take the bait.

Suzanne pulled her eyes away from her gaze and pointed to her car. "That one's mine. Thank you for the lovely evening." She turned and offered the man her hand. He took it.

But he didn't accept her proffered handshake. Slowly, he lifted her hand up to his mouth, and her heart seemed to beat more loudly. He brought her wrist to his lips and brushed them against her sensitive skin, feeling the beat of her heart with his lips and tongue. He held her there for a moment, kissing only her wrist, not even bothering with her hand. She felt the tip of his tongue move briefly along that spot, gone as soon as it came, and she caught her breath. Then he lowered her hand and entwined his fingers with hers, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Come with me," he said. It wasn't an order. But it wasn't a request. If a question could ever sound like a statement of fact, this was it. Suzanne couldn't bring herself to answer. 

Michael brought his hand under her chin and lifted it, his gaze caressing her face. His eyes seemed to make a decision, and he lowered his head the last fraction of an inch to take her lips.

It was like coming home. That was the only thought that Suzanne could put together. Kissing this man felt like she had just come home. His skin, his scent, his arms, surrounded her and filled her senses. His lips were soft and firm, and his tongue filled her mouth exquisitely. She wondered how she could have ever lived without kissing this man. His preliminaries were few. They both were caught up so quickly in a need to be melded together that the kiss quickly progressed into something more intimate than he had originally intended. Suzanne stepped closer into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her as she pressed her body into his. Far too soon he set her away from him. Suzanne felt giddy, and aroused. And that arousal reminded her as to why she was with this man. It must have shown on her face.

"You're still nervous around me."

"Shouldn't I be?"

"Probably. But you're coming with me anyways."

"Yes."

"Good."

He put her arm back on his and led her to his vehicle. He escorted her to the passenger side, unlocked and opened the door. Suzanne carefully sat down onto the leather seats and swung her legs inside gracefully. As she went to reach for the door, he swung it shut.

Suzanne remembered to breath and tried desperately to slow down her rapid pulse. She could see him walking around the back of the car. His gate was relaxed, confident. It should have made her feel better.... but it didn't. She reached for the seatbelt and pulled it across her lap as he opened his own door and slid into the drivers seat. He reached across and undid her seat belt. As the offensive item retracted from her body, Michael's hand followed. It was dark in the car, the only light came from a street lamp illuminating a more used section of the parking lot, and even that was diffused by the tinting on his windows. Everything was in shadow. He brought his hand up her side and cupped her right breast in his hand. He leaned over and nuzzled the side of her neck as his thumb brushed gently back and forth across her nipple.

Her body started to tingle, and she could feel her breasts swelling, and her nipple tighten with his caress. He sighed contentedly as he began to nibble seductively on her neck, paying attention to a small spot behind her ear, and he inhaled the scent of her hair. His other hand came to the back of her head and allowed the golden strands to slips through his fingers like silk. Suzanne's nipple became incredibly sensitive and she started to pull back away from the feel of him through her silk shirt. He grabbed her between forefinger and thumb and kept her in place with the most minimal of effort. 

He kissed her cheek, her brow, and down her nose.... under her eyes and along her jaw all with the utmost tenderness. She reached up to touch the soft texture of his hair and marveled in the feeling of it. She had never touched him before. She pulled his face into hers for another kiss, and he obliged willingly...all the while releasing one button after another on her shirt. She didn't notice until she felt the heat of his hand directly on her skin, and her breath broke. He smiled against her lips. Then began to kiss his way down her throat. His lips traveled for a while, his breath teasing and warming the cleft between her breasts. Her nipples hardened even more as a combination of his warm breath and cool night air met their exposed tips in the half-cup bra. He lifted the breast up to his mouth, and began to lave the tip incessantly. Suzanne felt a moan come out of her throat and he rewarded her by nipping lightly. She was so sensitive that his touch almost bordered on pain. She couldn't take much more of his ministrations.... He moved to the other breast. She moaned again in anticipation of the whole process starting again, alternatively trying to push his head away and bring it close. He moved back and forth every few minutes. But he always made a point of taking his time. Her bra became increasingly uncomfortable feeling.... tight... constraining. She reached behind her to undo her clasp and felt him take her hands in his.

"No. That wont be necessary. We should go home now anyways." Suzanne was frustrated. Again. So what if she was in a car in a public parking lot? So what if she wasn't a teenager. She had never felt this mans naked skin next to hers... she had never been able to touch him the way she wanted. And she wanted him now. She reached over and levered herself on top of him, at least partially. The stick shift in the center kept her from crawling into his lap. And she kissed him. Holding his face still for hers, she kissed him like he was breath and she was a drowning woman. She kissed him as if making love to him was the only way to save her. From what? She didn't care. And she didn't want him to care either....

Her hand brushed up his legs and crossed a bulge in his pants attesting to his arousal. She smiled delightedly and went to caress him with more purpose. He grabbed her wrists and held them still.

"No, Suzanne. I said it is time to go. Please sit back down on your side of the car." Suzanne felt her stomach drop. Disappointment, or embarrassment.... she didn't know which, but suddenly, she would rather be anywhere but in the car with this man who had just rejected her advances. "Don't pout." He considered her a minute, and then reached over to his glove box. 

He opened it and removed a pair of silver colored handcuffs. Suzanne wondered a bit at them being conveniently in his car, but that thought was chased away as he took one of her hands in his and gently encased the wrist in the unforgiving metal. He then reached behind Suzanne's head to lift the neck support of her seat, exposing two steal bars that allowed it to extend upwards. He lifted her cuffed arm and passed part of the apparatus through the bars. He then lifted her other arm and methodically attached it. Instinctively, Suzanne tried her bonds. The rattled, but they didn't budge. And she couldn't lower her arms. 

"That's better now, isn't it? Now you wont be tempted to distract me while I am driving. Much for the better." He seemed to consider her for a long moment. Suzanne's chest rose and fell with her breathing, her eyes having gone wide long before the first click of her restraints. And he blouse was still undone. He reached for it and she almost heaved a sigh of relief. At least she could pretend to have her arms around her head of her own free will. She could hide the short chain of the cuffs in her hands. But he didn't button up her shirt. He brushed the soft grey silk aside, revealing her creamy breasts and rose-colored tips. He pulled at her nipples and she gasped as they lengthened. He nestled her breasts in their half cups and kissed the swell of her bosom.

"Very very pretty," he whispered. Then his hand was on her skirt. She felt cool air on her legs as the garment was slowly lifted. She closed her eyes. He pulled the skirt up to her hips. "Lift for me, Suzanne." She did not know why, but she did. He pushed the bottom of her skirt from underneath her and tucked the garment up around her hips. As she lowered them, she felt the sudden contact of leather on her skin. She was warm, and her bare backside stuck to the seat uncomfortably... Michael used his hands to spread her knees apart, and brushed his hand only briefly over her center. It was enough, and she felt herself starting to melt.

To her chagrin he immediately stopped touching her, and reached over to grasp her seatbelt. He fastened only the lap belt, but it held her in place. The he put the key into the ignition and started the car. 

Her legs snapped shut and she tried to sit up, her restrained hands pulling her back into the seat jarringly, and her hips unable to move out from under a seat belt she could not remove herself. She started struggling, pulling on her bonds. Trying to get out from under the seatbelt so at least she could kick him. He couldn't mean to drive on the roads with her like this! 

"You miserable Son of a Bitch! You can't do this to me!!! This isn't done!!! Let me out, I want to go home!" She threw invective at him, all the while cursing herself for getting into a position that felt all too familiar. But this time she wasn't frightened. This time she was furious. 

He put the car in park and turned off the ignition. He stopped and looked at her while she struggled in her secure predicament, and tired herself out. After a time it became clear to her that she was going nowhere; exhausted, her breath ragged, she stopped her struggles. Her eyes continued to stare daggers at him. "You had your chance to go home, but you chose not to. You also had your chance to travel in my car like any other passenger, but you showed some need of restraint. Since you had none of your own, I decided to provide. Now settle down, or we'll be in this parking lot until sunrise." Michael lifted his hand and let it drift between her breasts and down her stomach, and then cupped that full feeling place between her legs. He caressed her softly for a long while. Against her better judgment, she felt herself calming down as she began to ache in earnest. A liquid warmth washed over her, and she found her need to be angry with this man, with this situation, dissolve under a wave of desire.

"I don't live far from here. You can do this," his breath teased her ear. "You've had so many difficult things thrown at you, and you have done so beautifully. You can do this, Suzanne." She bit her lip and looked out the window, determined not to move her hips in supplication. He removed his hand, adjusted her clothes again to his satisfaction, pushed her knees slightly apart, and after a brief moment, started the car again.

As the vehicle pulled out onto the main road, Suzanne stared at a spot on the dashboard. Maybe they couldn't see inside, she rationalized. After all, it was night and the windows were tinted. She tried to not look at any of the passing cars, afraid the driver might sense her eyes on them and turn to see who was looking. Michael placed his hand on her upper thigh and absently caressed her as he drove, letting his hand leave only to shift the car. The ride seemed to take forever. 

Michael took the exit off the freeway and entered into an affluent downtown neighborhood. Without so many cars about, Suzanne was able to relax as much as she could with her arms aching and the warm leather of the seat sticking to her uncomfortably. 

He pulled into a driveway. A large white house stood before her. A rather modern building that had been divided into apartments, with separate staircases to each. He turned off the car.

Michael reached up to undo her wrists. Suzanne waited for him to liberate the second one. "Lean forward" he muttered into her ear as his lips grazed her hair. She did, only to have her hands brought behind her back and be fastened again in this manner. Her head fell forward, shielding her face, as she tried not to moan in despair. His hand soothed her back and then came to button up her shirt. He smoothed the skirt down around her legs again and undid her seatbelt. He exited the car and came around to her side. He opened the door, and took his jacket off. As he lifted her to her feet, he swept his coat across her shoulders, effectively hiding her fastened wrists. He shut the door and locked the car with a small beep from his alarm.

Taking her arm he led her to the building. She looked up the long expanse of stairs and with his aid took the first step upwards.



Stolen Moments Ch. 04



Hi Folks. 

Cynthia and Nicole (Cyn and Nikki) wouldn't quit bugging me, until I wrote their story down. 

Cyn, Nikki and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. If you're a normal reader of Lesbian erotica, I'd appreciate knowing if this story rings true or not. 

This is the final chapter. Nicole and Cynthia will reappear in a new series. 

Thank you for reading. 

***** 

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't hear you." Cynthia lied. She heard her just fine, but she wanted to hear it again. Needed to hear it again. 

"Me too." Nicole's voice was louder, steadier and she lifted her head and met Cynthia's eyes. "I'd like to have a future with you as well Cyn. A future with just you and me." Nicole took another breath. "Cynthia, I would like that very much, but I love my husband, I love my kids and I'm not ready to give them up." 

Cynthia's smile lit up her face and Nicole hurried to explain, to clarify, anything to keep Cynthia smiling. 

"That's why I was such a basket case earlier Cyn." Nicole continued. "I see couples like Erin and Michelle, and the young couple we met on the first day who are getting married, and I realize how much you're giving up by being with me." 

"What?" Cynthia replied. "What the hell are you talking about Nikki? I'm not giving up or losing anything with you." 

"You are too Cynthia. Be honest." Nicole ran her fingers through Cynthia's hair. "My family situation complicates everything and I'm not ready to leave my husband and children. I do want a future with you, but I don't know how to make it happen, I'm not sure I'm ready for it to happen either, and you're suffering as a result. You could be with someone like Erin or Michelle, who doesn't have the baggage that I do. You could find someone who can be in a full-time relationship with you, instead of someone who has a husband and kids." 

"Nikki. Are you done?" 

"Don't get mad Cyn, I'm just saying, what both of us are thinking." 

Cynthia narrowed her eyes. "Can I talk now or are you going to continue making assumptions?" 

"I'm sorry. Go ahead. Talk." 

"Honey, I knew what I was getting into, from the beginning. Remember what you told me the first night we were together?" 

"I told you I'd never been with a woman before." Nicole teased. 

"Knock it off, Nikki. You said you'd always be honest with me and you also said you weren't planning on leaving your husband. Right?" 

"Yes, but-." 

"But nothing. I knew what I was getting into, when we got together, and I also knew what I was doing, when I moved from Dallas to Austin, to be closer to you." 

Nicole nodded. "I know but-." 

Cynthia put her finger against Nicole's lips and looked at her girlfriend seriously. "Baby, stop." Cynthia waited until Nicole nodded. "I'm not asking you to leave Nick. I don't want you to leave him or your girls." 

"But-." 

Nicole stopped when Cynthia's fingers pressed her lips. "Nikki, it's an amazing fantasy and I'd love it to become reality, but unfortunately, I don't think it's realistic. I'm also not sure I'm ready for anything more either. I divorced my husband a little over a year ago and my ex-husband is still dealing with my relationship with you. I know he's not comfortable with it. I don't want to risk losing Jason and I wouldn't suggest you leave Nick. Honey, divorce is so emotionally painful and difficult, I wouldn't wish it on anyone Nicole." 

"I'm sorry Cyn." Nicole looked down. "I guess I just assumed that when you talked about us being together, you meant I should leave Nick." 

"It's ok Nikki, it's not your fault. I should have been clearer. No. I'm not suggesting you leave that good man. I just relocated to a new city and a new position with my company. Last but not least, someone's husband and ex-boyfriend are trying to recruit me to work for them." She sighed dramatically. "Let's not put any more pressure on our relationship, than there is already. I love you and what we have together is enough for me right now. I don't know about the future, but right now, I'm the happiest I've ever been, and I don't want to jeopardize everything, by pushing you for an exclusive relationship." 

"Wow. Listen to you, it's like you've thought about this or something." Nicole's voice was sarcastic, but surprise was evident as well. 

"Nikki, I'm serious." Cynthia chided gently. "I have thought about it. How could I not think of a future where I get to wake up next to you every day and come home to you every day? That would be perfect, ideal and amazing." Cynthia shrugged and kissed Nicole on the cheek. "It's just not in the cards right now, besides, Nick is a great guy and an amazing husband." Cynthia shook her head. "If my ex-husband had been like Nick, I'd probably still be married to him, so you can't give him up." She smiled at Nicole. "At least not right now, I may steal you from him in the future, but you can stay with him for now." 

"Is that right? Well, I'm glad I have your approval." She stuck her tongue out at Cynthia. "I'm sure Nick will be glad that you let me stay." 

"I'm pretty awesome right?" 

Nicole pounced on her girlfriend. "Yes. You are awesome, sexy, amazing and truly special." Nicole lowered her face as she spoke and finally kissed Cynthia. "I love you." 

It was several minutes, before they could form words again. They didn't make love, because they were both a little sore and spent after their earlier session, but they held each other tightly, spent a lot time staring into each other's eyes and smiling goofily at each other. 

Cynthia finally broke the silence. "Ok. So what did we decide, anything?" 

Nicole kissed her a few more times before answering. She couldn't get enough of her friend's lips, and body, and eyes, and skin and... 

"Nikki." Cynthia admonished. 

"Ok. Ok." Nicole finally pulled her lips from her girlfriend's body. "What did we decide? Well, we decided that we love each other." 

"Yes." 

"We decided that we're going to stick with the status quo." Nicole recited. "I love Nick, you're not ready for anything more than what we have right now, so we're not making any big life changes." 

"Yes." 

"We decided that you're going to work with Nick and Collin and we'll see each other even more." 

"Ye-. What?" 

"Finally, we decided that you're going to let me help you and spoil you and be a big part of your life." 

"Wait. When did we decide on those last two?" 

Nicole laughed and pinched Cynthia's nipple lightly. "Listen Cyn. This is a two way street. Right? I know you're a bit of a control freak, but you have to realize that not everything is going to happen your way." Nicole's voice turned serious. "It's important to me, that I be a partner, not a shadow." 

"Wow." Cynthia hugged Nicole. "God, have I been a control freak? I'm so sorry baby." 

"It's not a big deal Cyn and I don't want you to change or obsess over it." Nicole bit her ear lightly. "I just need you to relax about things a little bit." 

"Is it my jealousy?" 

"That's part of it, sure." Nicole replied. "Although I don't mind being close to you. It's more about the whole trip, how you had to pay for everything and I had to fight to upgrade us to first class and then the suite." Nicole shrugged. "I like doing nice things for you Cyn. I like spoiling you. I just wish you made it easier for me. You put up such a fight, that I feel bad afterwards and I don't want to feel bad about doing nice things for you." 

A big sigh emanated from Cynthia and she opened her mouth, then closed it, and then settled for a kiss. "I'll try Nikki. Just please be patient with me." 

"Always." 

"This is just sick." Cynthia replied after a minute. 

"What is?" 

"All this cute, sensual intimacy and raw sexual passion." She shook her head. "This kind of thing only happens in romance novels, where the buxom vixen, finds an impressively endowed and muscular hunk, who saves her from ravishing lesbians, bent on stealing her virtue and turning her into the queen lesbian, who will rule the island kingdom of the amazon lesbians." 

Nicole shook her head and laughed long and loud at Cynthia's impromptu story line. "Where the hell did that come from? Queen Lesbian?" 

Cynthia laughed as well. "I have no idea." 

Cynthia and Nicole collapsed on the bed, laughing hysterically and holding each other. It wasn't until their stomachs hurt, that they finally stopped laughing. They both slipped in and out of sleep for the next few hours. It was one of those rare moments, when the calendar didn't hold anything important and being together was more important, than anything else in the world. 

* * * 

"Wait. Say that again Collin." 

"Ten clients Nick, or potential clients, anyway. I have calls and emails from ten new, potential clients. All of them football players and all of them are interested because of your performance." 

"Holy Shit!" Nick's mouth finally closed, so he could form words. "I still can't believe you actually posted that on fucking YouTube. God, I'm never going to live it down." 

"Yea well." Collin replied after he stopped chuckling. "It was a good idea. The damn thing went viral and look how it's impacting our business. Damn dude, you need to do that again." 

Nick laughed this time. "No fucking way. Once is enough. You took the video down right?" 

"Yea man. It was only up for a week, so your 15 minutes of fame is over." 

"Cool." 

"How are thing with Nicole and Cynthia?" 

"Good. I spoke to Nicole the other day and she's have a great time. She thinks Cynthia is warming up to the idea of working with us. When they get back, I'm going to setup an appointment with Cynthia and you and I can work our magic on her." 

"Excellent." Collin looked carefully at Nick for a second, before he continued. "Nick. Are you sure you're ok if Cynthia comes to work here? We don't need any personal issues affecting our company." 

"Absolutely Collin." Nick replied. "We're all adults here and we should be able to work through any issues. That's another reason why Cynthia needs to be a full partner. It wouldn't be a good idea if she worked for one of us." 

"You're not worried, Nicole will decide she'd rather be with Cynthia?" 

Nick sighed and stood up, he walked over to the windows lining one side of Collin's office. It was a full minute, before he looked back over at Collin. 

"Collin, I worry about losing Nicole. I won't lie to you. I worried about it when you and Nicole were involved together. I worry about her relationship with Cynthia, because it's gotten considerably stronger than I ever anticipated." Nick stopped and took a deep breath. 

Collin nodded, watching his friend carefully, and waiting for him to work through his response. 

"I love Nicole, Collin." 

"Of course you do Nick. I don't think anyone doubts that." 

"Well, I know Nicole loves me too Collin. Honestly. I know she loves me. Despite her relationship with you, and now Cynthia, I know Nicole loves me. We have a great relationship. When you and Nicole stopped seeing each other, Nicole and I picked right up where we left off. The sex was amazing and we felt closer to each other, than we had in a very long time." 

"That's good to hear Nick." 

"Thanks Collin. I know you mean it and that's important." Nick was silent for a few seconds. "I love Nicole so much, that I just want her to be happy. Ideally, I want her to be happy with me, but as long as she's happy, that's what matters to me. Cynthia has unlocked something in Nicole and I know she's coming to grips with it. If she's bi-sexual, fine. If she comes to the conclusion that she wants to be with Cynthia exclusively, fine. I won't impose my idea of love, and my selfish desire for a relationship, on Nicole. It just doesn't make sense to me. Why would I want Nicole to stay with me, if she won't be truly happy?" 

"I hear you bud. There's nothing worse than an unhappy marriage." 

"You got that right. I've seen too many marriages, where the couple has given up and they're resigned to being with each other. There's no passion, no intimacy and they become roommates, friends or acquaintances. Ultimately they stay with their spouse, because of the kids or because of the finances or because they're too afraid to be alone." Nick shook his head. "It's sad. I won't impose that on Nicole, ever. Hell, I don't want it for me either." 

"Cool Nick. I'm glad you've put some thought into it." 

Nick was about to continue when there was a soft knock on the door. 

"Come in." 

Their secretary poked her head in Collin's office. "Excuse me Collin and Nick." 

"It's ok Margie. What's up?" 

"Nick, your interview is here. Do you want me to put her in the conference room or in your office?" 

"Conference room, please Margie." 

"Sure thing." 

Margie left and Collin looked at Nick. "How's the search going?" 

"This is my first interview. I've got some promising people coming in, but we'll see." Nick replied and started for the door. 

"Good Luck." 

"Thanks Collin." 

Nick stopped by his office, on the way to the conference room, and picked up the interview folder. The folder contained the individual's resume, letters of reference and their background check. Normally, Nick carefully reviewed the material, before he conducted the interview, but there wasn't enough time, so he was going to wing it. Truthfully, he didn't even remember the name of the candidate. 

The conference room had a wall of glass, so the individual was visible, as soon as Nick came around the corner. The candidate was facing away from him, so all Nick could see was a petite, blonde lady, well-dressed and poised. 

"Hi." Nick said as he entered the conference room. 

The interviewee turned to him and Nick's mouth dropped open. 

No way! 

* * * 

"Hey Ladies." Cynthia greeted Erin and Michelle. 

The four ladies hugged and greeted each other excitedly. They were dining in a hotel restaurant, which was supposed to have great seafood, and Erin and Michelle already had drinks. 

"You two look happy." Nicole observed. "Really happy!" 

Erin blushed and a guilty smile grossed her face and Michelle hugged her new girlfriend tightly. "Erin is amazing!" 

"You are too honey." Erin said softly. She bent down and kissed Michelle softly. 

"Ah-Hem!" Cynthia cleared her throat. "You two want to go back up to your room and meet us later?" 

"Sorry. Sorry." Erin said. 

"It's ok guys. It's really nice to see." Nicole replied. "It's kind of sexy too!" 

Cynthia gave her girlfriend a playful glare and Nicole stuck out her tongue in response. Nicole slid closer to her girlfriend though, and put her arm around her waist, she didn't want any jealousy issues tonight. Michelle seemed to pick up on it and motioned to the restaurant. 

"You two hungry?" 

Cynthia squeezed Nicole's ass lightly and replied to Michelle. "Starving." 

The restaurant was crowded, but Michelle thought ahead, and made reservations. Their table sat along a wall of windows and their view was amazing. It was getting dark and the ocean was slowly turning from a deep, azure blue, to nighttime black and words were simply inadequate to describe the sunset. Their drinks arrived and the ladies sat in silence, just watching the ocean and sunset unfold before them. Nicole and Cynthia held hands, enjoying the intimacy between them and both of the instinctively knew that they would never forget this night. It was too beautiful. One of those rare moments in life, when everything was perfect. 

"Are you ladies ready to order?" Their waitress interrupted the moment. 

They ordered and the ladies ordered another round of drinks, except Nicole. "Diet Coke, please." 

Cynthia looked at her girlfriend, after the waitress left. "Diet Coke?" 

"Yes. I've been eating and drinking like crazy, it's time I did a better job of watching my diet. I don't want to blow up on you baby." 

"Stop. You know you look great!" 

"I won't if I keep eating and drinking like I have been." 

"Ok. Ok." Cynthia winked at her. "We can burn off any excess calories tonight." 

The table laughed and the waitress returned with their drinks a few minutes later. 

"So you two are only an hour apart? Any plans to move in together?" Michelle asked. 

Nicole and Cynthia traded a look, but it was Nicole that responded. "No. Well, at least not yet. Cynthia may be moving soon, so we'll see how things go." 

"Moving?" 

Cynthia replied. "Yes. I may take a new job in San Antonio. If I do, we'll be able to see each other every day." 

"That's awesome." Erin replied. "So you'll move in together, if you take this new job." 

It wasn't an interrogation. Erin and Michelle were simply making conversation and had no idea of Nicole and Cynthia's situation. It was obvious however, that unless Cynthia and Nicole were willing to lie to their new friends, they'd have to tell them more about their situation. Cynthia nodded at Nicole and received a nod back. 

"Um. Cynthia will probably keep her own place." Nicole said slowly. "It's not that we don't want to live together, it's just that our situation is a bit complicated." 

Erin and Michelle looked over, their curiosity written all over their faces. 

"I'm married." Nicole said quietly. "I'm married to a wonderful man, who is comfortable with my relationship with Cynthia." 

Cynthia reached over and held Nicole's hand, before she looked at Erin and Michelle. "I've met Nicole's husband and he is truly a good man. His name is Nick and he's always been very kind and generous with me." 

"Wow." Michelle replied with a smile. "What a coincidence." 

Erin smiled. "I'm married as well." She took a sip of her drink. "Well, I'm separated, but still officially married. My soon-to-be ex-husband and I are waiting for the divorce to become final. Our divorce was amicable. It was hard, but amicable."  

Cynthia smiled at Erin. "I divorced my husband about a year ago. It's not an easy thing to deal with, I know." 

"Yea. It's well...it's just not easy." Michelle reached over and held Erin's hand. 

"Do you have any children?" Nicole asked Erin. 

"No. I want some obviously, but it'll have to wait, I guess." 

"Don't worry baby." Michelle said lightly. "If you stick with me, I'll keep you barefoot and pregnant." 

Everyone laughed and Erin kissed Michelle lightly. 

"I want another baby too." Nicole added softly and the laughter at the table died down. The air quickly grew awkward, as Cynthia looked at her girlfriend with surprise. "You want another baby?" 

Nicole nodded shyly. "Yes. I'd like to have one more. Ideally, a boy this time." 

"I thought Nick had a vasectomy." 

"He did and his doctor told him it wasn't reversible." Nicole replied sadly. "Another baby isn't in my future, but I wish it was, because I'd like to have just one more. It's one of the reasons, I enjoy spending time with Jason so much, he's the little boy, I never had or will ever have, I guess." 

"Wow. Why am I just learning about this now?" 

"I don't know Cyn, it's just never came up until now." Nicole motioned to Erin. "I understand how she feels and I thought I'd mention it. I didn't want to upset you Cyn." 

"I'm not upset Nikki." She smiled at her girlfriend. "I just wish I could knock you up, that's all." 

"You're certainly giving it your best shot!" Nicole replied dryly. 

The awkward air at the table dissipated and the girls laughed together. 

"Fuck it!" Nicole said carelessly. "I'm drinking tonight." 

"Yayy!" Cynthia replied. 

The waitress returned a second later, carrying a bottle of wine. "Hi ladies. This bottle of wine, is a gift from the lady at the bar." 

"Lady at the bar?" Cynthia asked and everyone turned to see a woman walking over. 

"It's Vicci Martinez." Nicole breathed softly. 




Stolen Moments Ch. 04



"Great!" Cynthia's response was as dry as the desert. 

"Stop it!" Nicole replied quickly. "I love you Cyn. I'm just a fan, that's it. That's all." 

The young, petite Latin singer approached the table. "Hi ladies." She said with a smile. "I wanted to send you a bottle of wine, because each of you is so beautiful and I also thought I saw a few fans." She smiled at Nicole and Cynthia. "Did you enjoy the concert the other night?" 

"Yes. It was awesome." Nicole replied first. 

Cynthia replied evenly. "You have an amazing voice." 

"Thank you." Vicci tilted her head. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." 

"You're even prettier in person, by the way." Cynthia added. "I see your video almost every morning at Gold's Gym." 

"The video for Come Along?" 

"Yes. That's the one." 

Vicci nodded. "Ahhh. That was fun to shoot." 

"Are you here alone?" Erin asked. 

"No. I'm actually waiting for someone." Vicci motioned to the bottle of wine. "It's my favorite Cabernet. Please enjoy it and thanks for letting me interrupt your dinner." 

"Thank you!" Everyone around the table replied and Vicci walked back over to the bar. 

"Wow." Michelle said after she left. "You two know celebrities and everything." 

Nicole laughed. "We don't know her. Cynthia took me to her concert here the other night and I got her autograph and a picture. That's it." 

"Don't forget to tell them how you threw yourself at her." Cynthia replied with a smile. 

"I did not, you jealous harpy." 

The rest of dinner passed quickly and it was full of laughter. The wine was great and the company was as well. It wasn't long, before the ladies found themselves in the bar. 

"Dance with me." Nicole demanded and drug Cynthia out to the floor. 

A few minutes later, Erin and Michelle joined them and it became painfully obvious that Erin wasn't much of a dancer. Michelle didn't seem to care though and she kept her body close Erin's all through the music. When they returned to the table, a new round of drinks was waiting for them. 

Erin and Michelle finished their drinks quickly. Erin was staring intently at Michelle, who nodded quickly and turned to Cynthia and Nicole. "Guys, we're going to call it a night." 

"Ok. Thanks for having dinner with us." 

The girls exchanged hugs and Erin and Michelle disappeared quickly. 

"That's cute." Cynthia said. "They can't keep their hands off one another." 

"Remind you of anyone?" 

"Yes." Cynthia replied. "So, tell me about wanting another baby." 

"Ugh! I knew I shouldn't have said anything." 

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" 

"I don't know. I guess I was trying to put it out of my mind. I don't see it happening and dwelling on it, will just depress me." 

"If it's important to you Nikki, it's important to me. I'm sure Nick would say the same." 

"I know and thank you. Unfortunately, it's just not in the cards." 

"What about a sperm bank or something?" 

"YUCK!" Nicole said immediately. "I couldn't do that Cyn. It's too...I don't know, it's just too...I just can't." 

"Ok. Ok." Cynthia put up her hands. "Sorry I mentioned it." 

"It's ok." 

"So, since Nick can't knock you up. Any ideas on a sperm donor?" 

"Do we have to talk about this Cyn?" 

"C'mon Nikki. I know you've thought about it." 

"Maybe." Nicole replied with a small smile. 

"You bitch! You have thought about it, haven't you? Oh my god! Look at you! You have someone in mind don't you?" 

"No." Nicole replied quickly. "No one." 

"It's Collin isn't it?" Cynthia guessed. "He's a good looking guy." 

"No. It's not Collin." Nicole took a sip of her drink. "He's in a relationship and he's Nick's partner. It's definitely not Collin." 

"Then who? Does Nick know the guy?" 

Nicole sighed. "You're not going to give this up, are you?" 

"Nope." 

"David." Nicole's voice was soft. "If I have another baby, and Nick can't be the father, then I want David." 

"David?" Cynthia asked. "David the attorney? That David?" 

Nicole just nodded and blushed a deep red. 

"Wow. I didn't know it was like that between you two." 

"It's not. We only kissed once, a long time ago, but the attraction is definitely mutual." 

"Nick know about David?" 

"Ummmm. Sort of." Nicole replied evasively. Cynthia narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend and Nicole caved. "Yes. Nick knows I think David is attractive. Nick doesn't know that I would like David to give me a baby." 

"I see." Cynthia replied. "So I'm going to have to share you with another man, aren't I?" 

"No." Nicole shook her head. "Cynthia, this is all theoretical. It's a fantasy. That's it." 

"Uh huh." Cynthia replied and sarcasm dripped from her voice. She took a sip of her drink and surveyed the dance floor for a few minutes. It was a solid five minutes, before Cynthia responded. "Any concerns about the baby's father being black?" 

"Nope. None at all." 

"Really? Because it will be obvious that Nick isn't the father." 

"Duh! Our kids are already mixed Cynthia. I'm Hispanic and Nick's white, so we've already mixed, besides, bi-racial children are beautiful, precious and completely common in today's world. It won't be a problem for Nick and it wouldn't be a problem for our family." Nicole sipped her drink. "And if anyone has a problem with it, they can go fuck themselves." 

Cynthia laughed. "That's my girl!" 

"You don't have an issue with it, do you Cyn?" Nicole replied, watching her girlfriend carefully. 

"No. Nikki. It's fine with me." She leaned over and kissed her girlfriend. "Before I was married, I dated several black men and I got very serious with one of them. Race isn't an issue with me and I agree, bi-racial babies are cute. All babies are cute." 

Nicole exhaled softly and relief washed over her face. Cynthia noticed her relief and laughed softly. "If this works out with David, are you going to put Nick, back in that chastity belt thing?" 

It was close, but Nicole almost snorted her drink through her nose. She coughed and Cynthia had to pat her back several times, before she recovered. 

"I can't believe you said that!" 

"What?" Cynthia asked sarcastically. 

"The chastity thing is collecting dust in the closet Cyn." Nicole said and bumped her hip against Cynthia. "We haven't used it since Collin and I ended our relationship." 

"I see." Cynthia ordered another drink. Silence hovered over the table, as Nicole tried to interpret Cynthia's comment. Finally her girlfriend looked over at her. "Nikki. Would Nick wear that Chastity thing, if I asked him to?" 

"I have no idea." Nicole replied. "Why?" 

"Because." Cynthia replied and pulled Nicole close. "You're mine Nicole. I don't want to share your pussy with anyone." 

"God you're making me hot!" 

"Good. Let's go. I want to fuck you! I want to fuck my pussy." 

It seemed like only seconds and they were back in their bed, naked, kissing, panting and moaning, as they explored each other's bodies with reckless abandon. Cynthia was between Nicole's legs, using her magic tongue and Nicole was moaning loudly, enjoying her girlfriends touch and losing control of her body. 

"I'm cumming!" Nicole bucked against Cynthia's face, as he body sung with pleasure. Her fingers and toes pulsated with pleasure. She finally collapsed back on the mattress, a light sheen of sweat covered her body and she tried to catch her breath. "God you're amazing." 

Cynthia fumbled with something, but Nicole was too busy recovering to pay any attention. "I'm glad you like it baby." She purred at Nicole. "I'm not done with you yet though." 

"Really?" 

"Spread your legs!" Cynthia gently pushed her legs apart, before she ran her palm over Nicole's eyes. "Close your eyes, until I tell you to open them." 

Nicole closed her eyes and almost immediately, felt something press against her lips. 

A big something, she gasped. A big and thick something. 

"God, it's big." She moaned. "Go slow, please baby." 

"It's a big black cock, you submissive little whore." Cynthia hissed. "It's going to cum deep inside you and breed you." Cynthia pressed it inside Nicole. 

The orgasm that hit Nicole when Cynthia pressed the tip inside her, was unusually strong. The idea of a black cock inside her was powerfully erotic and Nicole loved it, but the thought of being impregnated drove her crazy. The familiar feeling of being stretch and completely filled was amazing and Nicole spread her legs even farther. 

"Take it." Cynthia said harshly. "You have to take all of it baby. If you want to get pregnant, you have to take it all!" 

The moan that came from Nicole was long and loud, her back arched and her legs quivered, as Cynthia pushed the silicone cock inside her. "Wait." Nicole gripped Cynthia's wrist. "Let me adjust, please, please. I just need a minute." 

A wolfish smile crossed Cynthia's face and she leaned down and flicked Nicole's clit, with her tongue. Nicole jerked as if she'd been tasered, and cried out in pleasure. Cynthia pushed the black cock all the way inside Nicole, balls deep, and Nicole grunted in pleasure and pain. 

"It's all in you baby." Cynthia whispered. "You took it all, Nikki. God, you are such a black cock slut." It was obvious her words turned Nicole on even further. She knew Nikki liked dirty talk, when they had sex and her taste for black men made it that much more exciting. "Say it. Tell me what you are!" 

"Oh god." Nicole moaned as Cynthia slowly withdrew the huge dildo from her pussy. All the way to the tip, Cynthia drew it out of Nicole and held it, the tip just inside Nicole. 

"Say it, Nikki." 

"Slut." Nicole gasped. "I'm a slut." 

A smile of triumph grew on Cynthia's face. She loved bringing Nicole pleasure, but she also enjoyed being dominant to the petite Latin beauty. A small part of her was disappointed, Nicole liked men so much, but Cynthia had resigned herself to sharing Nicole. 

"Please! Please! Don't tease me." 

Cynthia pushed it back inside Nicole, fully impaling her, before pulling it out again. She wanted Nicole nice and stretched, for what came next. She fucked Nicole for several minutes, deep, slow thrusting, always pushing it deeply inside her lover. Nicole's chest heaved and Cynthia could tell she was close, so she withdrew the cock completely and Nicole's eyes snapped open. 

"God, don't stop." 

"Did I say you could open your eyes?" 

"No, but Cyn, you can't leave me like this!" 

Cynthia stood up and commanded Nicole. "Shut up and get on your knees! Close your fucking eyes too!" 

What Nicole couldn't see was the harness that Cynthia had hidden. Quickly, Cynthia stepped into the harness and tightened it appropriately. It was a snug fit and the huge black dildo stood out from her body, wet and shiny with Nicole's juices. Cynthia got behind Nicole and thrust the cock into her prepared pussy. 

"Yes!" Nicole hissed as Cynthia slid inside her. "God yes, that's so good." 

Cynthia leaned forward. "You like how David fucks you?" 

Nicole nodded frantically and pushed back against Cynthia. That was all Cynthia needed. Her hands found Nicole's shoulders and she started fucking Nicole roughly. The dominant inside Cynthia loved fucking Nicole this way, it was powerful, erotic and she was totally in control. Nicole moaned constantly, loving the direct, forceful fucking from Cynthia. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm washed through Nicole and made her body shudder and shake. 

Finally Nicole fell forward and Cynthia's cock slid out of her. "No more." She gasped. "I can't take any more." Her body was limp on the mattress, her hair hung over her face and she lay there gasping for breath. 

"I'm not done." Cynthia said harshly. 

"Cyn, please." 

"Turn over." Cynthia ordered. 

Nicole lay there for several more seconds, before she moved and tried to turn over. Cynthia helped her by pushing her onto her back roughly and kneeling at her head. 

"Clean it!" She slapped the cock lightly on Nicole's lips. "Clean David's cock." Nicole's mouth opened and her tongue flicked out. "Good girl." Cynthia encouraged and soon Nicole was running her tongue over the cock, thoroughly cleaning it. "That's it. Black men like a clean cock, bitch." 

Cynthia pulled the cock out of Nicole's mouth abruptly. "Stay there and rest. I'll be right back." She walked to the bathroom and took of the harness, she slipped off all of her clothes and slid back into bed, next to Nicole. 

"Open your eyes, honey." She said softly. Nicole slowly opened her eyes and looked at Cynthia carefully. "I love you." Cynthia's voice was soft, gentle and she hugged Nicole tightly. "I love you Nicole." 

Nicole hugged her back, tightly and Cynthia felt her body shake with tears. Cynthia wasn't sure why she was crying, but she wanted to make damn sure, she was there for Nicole. She had read that anytime there was a power exchange in the bedroom, whoever was the submissive, needed time to recover, not so much physically, as emotionally and mentally. 

"Ssssh." Cynthia's hand ran through Nicole's hair. "You're amazing Nicole." 

They sat together, Cynthia holding Nicole, for several minutes, enjoying each other and the silence. Finally Nicole sat up and wiped her eyes. 

"Wow." She said softly. "I didn't think I would enjoy that as much as I did." 

"Are you ok Nicole?" 

"Yes." She nodded. "I just kind of lost myself in the moment Cyn and that scared me a little." 

"It's ok." Cynthia said quickly. "I would never abuse you Nicole." 

"I know. I think that's why it was so easy for me to surrender to you." She looked shyly at Cynthia. "Did you enjoy it?" 

"Yes." She nodded firmly. "I enjoyed it a lot." 

"I'm glad." Nicole smiled at her. "Do you want me to do anything for you?" 

"Yes." Cynthia held out her hands. "Hold me until we both fall asleep." 

"I can definitely do that." Nicole lay back in Cynthia's arms and they were both asleep within minutes. 

* * * 

What a beautiful morning, Nicole thought as she sat out on the patio. 

The scent of coffee wafted up and Nicole inhaled deeply, loving the smell of the bitter liquid. Although after generous amounts of half and half and sweeteners, Nicole's coffee wasn't that bitter. Cynthia was still sleeping. 

That was pretty hot last night. I like being dominated once in a while. The big, black cock was also nice. 

A soft snort broke the silence on the patio as Nicole laughed softly to herself. They'd spent most of their time naked, engaged in some sort of carnal activity, since they arrived. It was nice to relax, give her pussy and tits a break, and enjoy the morning. The huge dildo she'd enjoyed last night, left her more than a little sore this morning. 

I love Cynthia, I do, but god, do I love cock as well. I guess I'm the "B" in LGBT. Nick will be happy to hear that, I'm sure. 

Nicole dialed her husband. "Hey baby." She said softly, when she got his voicemail. "I know you're probably still asleep, but I wanted to tell you that I love you and I miss you. The vacation has been great and Cynthia is amazing, but I do miss my husband and my kids." She took a sip of her coffee and continued. "I want you to know that Nick. Anyway, I think we're going to do some sightseeing today, so I'll probably be away from my phone, but I'll be home soon. Miss you. Love you." 

Can I have my cake and eat it too? 

Not likely sister! 

Having your cake would mean you keep Nick, Jasmine and April. You keep Cynthia and you get to have David and another baby. 

Honestly, Nicole, what are the chances you'll get all that cake? Or be able to eat it all, if you did get it. 

Nicole finished her coffee and stepped inside for some more, and after she refilled her cup with goodness, she walked into the bedroom, where she sat in the chair, facing the bed and stared at her girlfriend. Cynthia was beautiful, awake or asleep, Cynthia was stunning. The statuesque blonde, former cheerleader, with the hourglass figure, perfect breasts and legs that went on forever. Nicole never tired of watching her. 

Is it creepy, that I like to watch her sleep? I want her body, sure, but not as a skin suit or a lamp shade, so I guess it's ok. I'm sure she'll let me know, when she wakes up. 

Nicole finished her second cup of coffee, before Cynthia woke up. Nicole was lying next to her on the bed, when Cynthia's eyes opened and a slow sensual smile crossed her face. 

"How long have you been watching me?" 

"I don't know, I haven't kept track. One cup of coffee." 

"You're crazy, disturbed and you need help." 

"Will you give me a checkup doctor?" Nicole teased. 

"Didn't I do that last night?" 

"Yes and I'm still sore, you dominant bitch." 

A satisfied laugh burst out of Cynthia as she stretched on the bed, wearing only thong panties. Nicole's mouth started to water and she felt herself get moist, at the sight of her girlfriends body. 

God, my pussy is sore, but I'd totally let her fuck me right now. 

"Hey." Cynthia's voice broke into her carnal thoughts. "Tip me a dollar, if you're going to look at me like that woman." 

Nicole laughed. "I'd rather bathe you with my tongue." 

Cynthia's mouth dropped open and she looked at Nicole for a second. "Holy shit, I'll race ya." She sprung off the bed and ran into the bathroom. Nicole followed and started the shower, while Cynthia used the restroom and brushed her teeth. 

"I want to kiss you." Cynthia explained when she caught Nicole looking at her. 

They stepped into the shower and into each other's arms. Steam billowed up around them, as the hot water from the showerhead washed over their bodies and the two lovers kissed, their lips meeting softly and their tongues gently caressing each other. 

"I want to wash you." Nicole smiled up at her lover. 

Cynthia nodded and Nicole lathered up a sponge she brought with her. She started at Cynthia's shoulders and worked her way down to her feet. Nicole took her time and washed her girlfriend's body with loving, tender strokes. When she was finished, Nicole kissed her again. 

"Thank you." 

"You're welcome." Cynthia smiled at her. "But I'm doing my hair." 

"Fine." Nicole replied and while Cynthia washed her hair, Nicole washed her body. When they were finished, they ate breakfast together. It was unusually quiet between them. Nicole tried to engage her in conversation, but it always died quickly, so Nicole gave up. 

Whatever's on her mind, she'll tell me eventually. 

They made plans to go see the sights, like the tourists they were, and they invited Michelle and Erin to come with them. The day was amazing. They laughed and talked with Michelle and Erin and saw all the touristy sights. Pictures. At least a thousand pictures were taken, not including the selfies. Nicole and Cynthia held hands most of the day and Cynthia opened up as the day wore on. Nicole could still tell something was on her mind, but she waited patiently to find out. 

The day ended with dinner in their suite. They were heading home the next day, so they put the food on the table and munched on it while they packed. They had originally planned to stay one more day, but both of them were ready to get back to civilization. Nicole missed her family and Cynthia missed Jason. They shared a bottle of wine and sat out on the patio. 

"You ever going to tell me what's on your mind?" 

"That obvious is it?" 

"Only to someone who knows you." 

"I've been thinking about you all day, Nicole." 

"Uh oh." Nicole sipped her wine. "That doesn't sound good." 

"It is good, you sexy little thing." Cynthia winked and leaned over and kissed her. "I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life and I'm not sure I'm ready to let you go." 

"You don't have to let me go Cyn." Nicole's voice was soft. "You just have to share me." 




Stolen Moments Ch. 04



"I know." 

"Ummmm. What else Cyn?" 

"Nikki. I want to ask you something, but I'm not sure how to do it." 

"Just blurt it out and we'll go from there." 

Cynthia nodded and took a breath. "I want you in my life Nikki." She let out her breath slowly. "And I'm seriously considering accepting Nick and Collin's offer." 

"Ok, that's great." 

"It's great, but it's not great." Cynthia said sadly. "I want this to work Nikki with Nick and Collin. Truthfully, I need it to work." 

"And?" 

"And work may need to take priority over our relationship." Cynthia said softly. 

"Cyn, remember when you said we shouldn't put any more stress on our relationship, than we already have? Remember?" 

"Of course." 

"Well, focus on what's important to you Cyn." Nicole grabbed her hand. "Focus on making your life work. If our relationship becomes an issue, we'll find a way to deal with it. I want you to be happy Cyn, that's all. Ideally, I'd like it to be with me, but if your life takes a different direction, I just want you to be happy." 

"Would you be able to work with me, if we weren't in a relationship?" 

"Yes. Would you?" 

"Yes." 

"Cyn, then stop worrying about it." Nicole sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Let me be blunt. If you dump my ass for your career, I'll understand. If you dump me for a hot, single chick, who wants you to dominate her, I'll understand. It won't be easy and I'll miss you terribly, but Cyn, I'll understand." 

"I don't deserve you Nikki." 

"Maybe it's the other way around Cyn. Have you ever thought of that?" 

"No, because it's not the other way around." 

Nicole kissed her again. "Here's what can't happen. I can't be the cause of your unhappiness. I won't be the cause of you missing a good opportunity, business or personal. I'm happy, when you're happy." 

They were both drunk when they went to bed. One bottle, turned into two bottles, which ended with a third bottle. Their sex was brief, but satisfying, mostly for Cynthia, because Nicole attacked her and wouldn't let her return the favor. During the night, the hangover fairy stopped by and blessed both of them. 

"How many bottles of wine did we drink last night?" 

"Three." Nicole said listlessly. "You ordered the third bottle. It's your fault." 

"Water. Aspirin. Luggage. Airport." 

"Has to be in that order?" 

"Yes, now get your sexy, Latin ass moving." 

They did make it to the airport where Nicole made several phone calls, while Cynthia used the restroom. Nicole was able to upgrade them to first class on the return flight, so they sat holding hands all the way home. Now that they were back in normal society, two women holding hands, attracted attention. It was seedy, ugly, but ultimately, it was normal and Nicole and Cynthia did their best to ignore it. 

When they arrived and walked to baggage claim, Nicole couldn't help smiling widely. 

"What are you so happy about?" 

"You'll see." She said with a wink. 

"What did you do?" 

"Nothing. Well maybe a little something." 

"I honestly don't know whether to kiss you or slap you woman." 

"Y'know what?" Nicole pulled Cynthia to a stop and smiled up at her. "You should just enjoy me Cynthia." 

"Well, ok." Cynthia decided on a kiss. 

They walked around the corner, holding hands, and stopped, Cynthia's hands came up to her mouth and surprise shot through her. Her eyes were fixed on the surprise Nicole arranged for her. 

WELCOME HOME MOMMIES! 

A Banner was held by April and Jasmine and Jason was standing under it, waving excitedly to Cynthia. They were still in the secure part of the airport, so when Cynthia recovered they hurried over to the group. Jason started running and Cynthia met him, sweeping him up in her arms and crying openly, she hugged him to her tightly. 

Nick met Nicole and hugged her tightly. "I love you. I got your message. Thank you very much. I needed to hear that from you." 

Nicole kissed her husband. "You're welcome. I need to do a better job of telling you that from now on." 

April and Jasmine hugged their mom and she hugged them back. 

"We missed you mom." 

"Aww. I missed you too." She wiped a tear from her eye. "Girls, can we do a spa day? I really feel like we girls need to connect." 

"Yea." April said. "Sure mom." Jasmine replied. 

"Jasmine has a boyfriend." April confided in Nicole. 

"Shut up, sprout!" 

Nicole winked at Jasmine. "It's ok honey." 

The real surprise however was Jason's presence. Nick ducked his head and motioned towards Nicole. 

"Nicole gave me the idea, so I looked him up and asked him if he wouldn't mind bringing Jason down to meet you. I explained we were going to surprise both of you and he agreed. I met him halfway and Jason stayed with us last night. It was fun. It was nice to have a boy in the house." 

Cynthia looked at Nick for a second, before she walked over and hugged him tightly. "Thank you! You are such a good man. Thank you." She kissed his cheek. "Not just for Jason, Nick. Thank you for everything." 

"You're welcome Cynthia. It was my pleasure." 

Nicole and Cynthia were pelted with excited questions from their kids, while they waited for their bags. As usual, their bags were some of the last unloaded. It never fails. When they finally made their way to short term parking, Cynthia noticed Nicole whispering with Nick. It wasn't surprising, but they kept glancing at her. Nick stopped at his Range Rover and the girls got in with Jason. He started the engine and turned on the air conditioning for them. It was San Antonio after all, but Nick didn't leave. All of them sat in the car, smiling and laughing, and watching the two women. 

Nicole walked up to Cynthia, smiling widely. "Close your eyes." 

"What?" 

"Please Cyn." Nicole begged. "Close your eyes." 

"Nikki." Cynthia resisted. 

"Dammit Cynthia." Nicole's temper made a brief appearance and Cynthia folded and closed her eyes. 

Nicole grasped her hand and pulled her forward slowly. They walked together for at least fifty steps (Cynthia counted) before stopped her, turned her and let go. 

"Open your eyes." 

Cynthia's eyes opened and her mouth dropped open again, for the second time. Cynthia was facing a jet black and gleaming Mercedes SL500. Washed and waxed to a perfect shine, it was beautiful. A jingling caught Cynthia's attention and she tore her eyes away from the car, looking over at Nicole, who was shaking a set of keys in her hand. 

"It's all yours and it's all paid for." 

"Nikki-." 

Nicole held up a hand. "Ahhhh. Stop right there. It's done and you said you'd let me spoil you. So smile, say thank you and take these keys." 

Cynthia stared at Nicole for several seconds and fear shot through Nicole, momentarily, because she actually thought Cynthia might turn her down. A few seconds later though Cynthia reached for the keys. 

"Thank you Nicole." 

"You're welcome. It's a gift from me, not from Nick or Collin, so you make whatever decision you want regarding their offer." She smiled at Cynthia. "The license plates will be in soon and they're custom." 

"What do they say?" 

"It's just two letters." Nicole smiled. "The letter S and the letter M." 

"SM?" Cynthia cocked her head. "What do they stand for?" 

A wide, beautiful smile grew on Nicole's face. 

"Stolen Moments."



Stolen Moments Ch. 05



He opened the front door and light from an outdoor lamp post spilled into his darkened hallway. He flipped a switch and suddenly the room was filled with a bright light from a classic hanging lamp, all glass with brass edging. Suzanne blinked her eyes a few times trying to get used to brightness, and as she did, she heard Michael close the door behind her and turn its various locks. He came up behind her, removed his coat from her shoulders, and freed her wrists from her confines... first one...then the other. Suzanne brought her wrists to her front and rubbed them absently as she perused her new surroundings...

The place was incredibly clean. The small hallway was tiled, and let out a ways where it opened into a living room on its left. The room had large windows running along its main wall allowing the lights of downtown to twinkle like a portrait. In the middle of the wall there was a fireplace. It looked like a gas fire place... but it was still more than she had in her own modest apartment. In one corner a couch and love seat created an area facing an entertainment center. On the other side, in the far corner, stood a shelf with some books, and a grand piano. The carpet was cream, and the furniture had a newness to it, but looked very very comfortable. To the left was a large kitchen... two ovens and a range on a center island... various copper pots and pans hung from the ceiling. It was a kitchen belonging to someone who knew how to cook. The hall continued.

"Home sweet home." Michael said close to her ear. She turned to look at him and he smiled, ran a hand through his hair. "Would you like a drink?"

"Ummm. Sure. Thank you." Michael went into the kitchen and disappeared into a sizeable pantry. While he rustled around Suzanne let her eyes roam over his things...

His paintings were modern. He seemed to prefer cubists. They added color to a house that seemed to be otherwise in shades of cream and black. Suzanne heard a popping noise behind her and turned. He'd opened a bottle of something red, and he took two large wine glasses, deftly pouring some wine into each. "Here you go," he handed her a glass. "Would you like the tour?" Suzanne nodded and followed as he took her further into his apartment.

He showed her his study, furnished it seemed, a little less starkly than his living room; it seemed more personal. Warm colors and photographs. Softer than the face he so readily put on view in his more public rooms. A little further down he gestured to the bathroom. "I'm actually pretty proud of it... I remodeled it myself." Suzanne turned to look inside, and he put his hand on her arm. "You'll see it later," he added playfully. At the end of the hall was the door to his bedroom. He went to the far corner and switched on a light.

It bathed the room warmly. The first thing she noticed was the large bed. Made out of a dark wood, it and had four posters. Matching side tables and lamps stood guard on either side. A dresser and a bureau...the dresser had a few personal items scattered on it... a book... cuff links... A Large closet was off to her left. But her gaze kept going back to the bed. She took a deeper drink of the wine and coughed. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. Suzanne looked down and saw the red elixir slowly staining her blouse, incarnadining the grey silk of her blouse. 

"Oh no... I am so sorry...did I get any on.." 

"Don't worry about the carpet. It's okay. Are you?"

"Oh yeah, yeah... I'm fine..." She waved her hand dismissively. "Just a little nervous I guess. I just don't think my blouse will be so lucky."

"Oh we can get that out."

"Damn it, it's all over me."

"Don't worry, Suzanne. We'll soak it in some water right away and it won't even have a chance to stain."

She looked up, the small light of panic in her eyes.

"What will I wear?"

Michael's grin had just reached his eyes when he wiped it away in all seriousness. "Hold on." He went into his closet and pulled out one of his white dress shirts. He offered it to Suzanne and took her glass in exchange. "It should cover you to at least mid-thigh." Then he handed her a fluffy towel.

"Why don't you go take a shower, and get the rest of the wine off of you before it gets all sticky."

"Hmm. Thank you." She turned to leave and go to his bathroom when his voice stopped her.

"And Suzanne," she turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Don't dry your hair, not even a bit."

They held a stare for a long moment, and then she broke it off and went to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Suzanne wandered into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Maybe she had shut it a little too hard. Even this simple barrier between her and the man outside seemed to relieve a burden from her, and she placed her forehead against the door, sighing, as she found the lock on the door handle and turned it. She stood there for a moment and tried to regain her sense of self composure. It wasn't coming.

Maybe he was right. She would take a shower. She turned to look at her new surroundings, and gasped.

To her right, a full vanity was set up. The mirrors were large, and crowned the surface with three panels. A bit further on, directly ahead of her, was the largest bathtub she had ever seen. Surely any larger and it would have been classified as a Jacuzzi. The tub appeared to be marbleized porcelain, but the fixtures were brass that gleamed like gold. She approached the tub and looked to her left. A toilet and a sink. To her right stood a large shower, with a plane glass door. Anyone walking by would be able to see the bather quite clearly and beautifully framed at that. She walked back to the vanity area too look for a towel, and she found them in a cupboard. To her dismay, she also found shampoo, soap, lotion, and a disposable razor on the shelf beneath the bathing linens. He either had guest frequently over to bathe, had a girlfriend, or was expecting her. Surprisingly, none of the options sat well with her. She grabbed the soap and shampoo and a towel, then shut the cabinet door.

Suzanne turned towards the mirror.

Suzanne turned towards the mirror and surveyed the visage contained therein.

She was never the sort of girl to call herself beautiful, although others certainly thought so. She reached into the sink to plug the drain and turned on the cold water. One by one, Suzanne undid the buttons of her blouse revealing the creamy skin beneath.

At 5'7" she was not particularly tall, but she was fit. She pulled the wine-soaked shirt away from her skin and placed it into the sink. Her breasts were full, and crowned with rosy nipples that peeked through the open shelf bra and made her feel a bit more naked than she normally would. She turned off the water and placed the shirt to soak in the sink. After staring at the startling image for a moment, she reached behind her and undid her bra as well. While she lost a bit of the upper curve of her cleavage, she was still pert enough, and the way her breast lay offset the curves of her indented waist. She threw her bra carelessly to the floor. 

Suzanne shook her head as if trying to clear herself from a daze and turned her back to the mirror. She deftly removed her shoes, and undid her garter belt, rolling her stockings down her legs only to leave them on the floor next to her other undergarments. She made her way across the bathroom, the tile cold and unyielding beneath her feet, opened the shower door and turned on the water, testing its heat before stepping inside the cocoon of glass and steam.

Michael walked into his living room and started the fire. Not a particularly hard job, but enjoyable none the less. He had smiled when Suzanne accidentally slammed the door. He heard her turn on the shower and looked up, smiling. 

He needed a Scotch.

Michael got himself a glass and a couple of ice cubes out of the kitchen and poured himself a small bit of the amber liquid. He then turned off the lights so that his front room was bathed in the warming glow of the fire. He took off his shoes and socks, feeling the deep carpet as he wandered towards his chair that sat, contented, next to the hearth. Soon, he thought. He held up his scotch to the light and watched the flames dance through the foggy window of his glass.

Suzanne stepped out of the shower feeling much cleaner, and a little less sure of herself. She dripped onto the floor mat as she reached for one of the white terrycloth towels draped over a rack for her use. Out of habit she brought it up to wrap her hair. And then stopped. 

Why did he want her to keep her hair wet?

No matter. She tried to dry the rest of herself but found the task rather difficult with fresh rivulets of water creating new paths and tickling her skin. She walked over to her pile of clothes and kicked them into a corner under the sink. She reached for his white shirt and put it on. 

It was much bigger than she had originally thought and parts of it came nearly to mid-thigh, exposing a bit more leg on either side, but nothing to be worried about. She buttoned it up leaving the top two buttons undone. The sleeves were too long. So she unbuttoned those and rolled the cuffs until her forearms were exposed. The shirt began to stick to her. Her hair was not merely damp, but soaked through with water, and she watched in the mirror, mesmerized, as the shirt became more and more transparent. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder quickly. At least that way, the majority of the water would trickle down her back. Not really any more comfortable, but a bit more modest in the long run... as if even that small bit of modesty was worth anything now.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door. And couldn't see a thing. The hallway was dark. To her right, she thought she could see some flickering light, but the bright bathroom lights had as good as blinded her to anything else.

"Michael?" she inquired. She had meant to speak louder, but the sound barely made it beyond her lips. She coughed and spoke louder. "Michael?"

"In here," he answered. Suzanne reached to turn off the bathroom lights and squeezed her eyes shut for one moment. When she opened them again, there was more than enough light for her to make her way down the small hallway. She cautiously made her way around the corner.

Michael was completely in silhouette, the dark shadow of his self outlined in a glow. She took a few steps into the room.

"Did you set your blouse to soak?"

"Mm hmmm." She answered. His words had stopped her motion as much as anything could, and she stood still, looking at him, trying to make out the features of his face in the dim light.

"Good."

She didn't know what to do next, so she just stood there.

Suzanne could feel his eyes on her, and despite the damp of his shirt, her skin began to feel flush. Her nipples tightened painfully beneath his gaze, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably. He didn't say anything else. A minute passed by. Two. He took a sip out of his glass and set it down on the mantle as he stood up. Even across the room his presence seemed imposing and Suzanne felt herself take a step back, and cross her arms. Michael walked the short distance to her and too her hands in his, lowering her arms to her side. He took her hand in his face and peered down into her eyes before he lowered his head to capture her pouting lips. 

His warmth and scent enveloped her and she felt her knees weaken as she leaned into his strength. She felt his other arm make its way behind her back to steady her and hold her firm against his chest. Her wet shirt and hair dampened his own clothing, but he didn't seem to notice as he tested the softness of her mouth, filling her with this part of himself only, making a promise of the night to come. Suzanne concentrated on the sweet taste of his mouth, and hardly noticed her feet shuffling backwards at his insistence until she felt her back come against a wall. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but he took this opportunity to deepen his kiss, crossing the boundary of seduction to possession, and she felt herself melt into oblivion once more. His hand came up to toy with her right breast through the dampened cloth while his teeth played with her bottom lip. Suzanne arched her back, pressing her breast further into his hand, begging him to increase the pressure of his caress. He chose instead to smooth his hand down her waist and rest it on her hip, letting his thumb stray to stroke the hollow where her hip met her body. Suzanne shifted her legs in invitation as she felt an ache grow within her with startling rapidity. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him with all her soul as she felt him brush his hand over her briefly. She held her breath as she felt his searching fingers find and caress her core.

"Do you always get this wet, Suzanne?" he asked. She didn't know what to say and bit his neck in punishment for asking such an intimate question. His fingers circled her clit and she gasped. Then he moved his hand away. 

She went to reach for arm, trying to pull him back to her. She was not in the mood to be teased any longer. He took her hand, kissed it, and placed it on his shoulder. Kissing her briefly moved his kisses down her neck and went down on his knees. Suzanne looked down at his head and felt her heart speed up as his gaze fixated on the part of her she wanted him to touch so very much. Gently, he parted the bottom of his shirt, and exposed her to his sight. His hands moved up her thighs in a firm caress and Suzanne's knees began to tremble. Firmly, he nudged her knees apart, and she complied clumsily. His hands reached up between her thighs and parted her. A shock ran through her as she felt his tongue on her, kissing her in one long, slow stroke before he pulled away to look at her. 

Suzanne was dazed, her gaze unfocused, her hair beginning to curl as it dried. And she couldn't breathe when he looked at her that way.

His mouth returned to her core to settle upon her clitoris. Suzanne sighed in contentment as he settled upon her. For some minutes he used his mouth in many ways, sometimes nibbling with his teeth, using long liquid strokes, suckling on her inner lips and her clit, teasing her with the very tip of his tongue. He felt her tense a bit as he circled her clit with his tongue. He paused, and then did it again. Suzanne placed both her hands on his shoulders to hold her up, and she no longer felt quite so content. Michael continued the caress until her arms started to shake from trying to keep her upright, still his eager mouth did not relent its gentle and insistent searching.

"Michael?" Her voice sounded far away in her ears.

"Yes?"

"I don't think I can stand much longer."

"You're going to have to."

Her heart skipped a beat.

"I mean, I think I need to lay down. I can't keep standing up."

"I know what you meant. And you'll stay standing."

She felt his finger enter her and she groaned as much from feeling the small invasion as from the meaning of his words.

"Why?" she breathed.

"Because the minute you stop standing, I am going to stop."

His finger settled into a circular motion inside of her, and she rolled her head back against the wall. 

"You can't mean it..."

"Try me."

Suzanne was not about to press her luck and braced her back against the wall. His kisses were heaven and hell, and she wouldn't stop them for the world. Seeing that she had no more to say, he settled again between her thighs. The insistent rhythm of his fingers offset the gentle teasing of her clitoris by his soft and agile tongue. Suzanne could feel the tension building in her middle, and pressed her knuckle to her mouth in order to keep from crying out. Her knees almost gave way from underneath her, and her skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration from her attempts to stay standing. He moved her higher and higher, and she found herself torn between riding the sensations and the need to stay upright. Her climax snuck upon her. Unexpectedly she felt herself explode and she cried out as the shock ran through her entire being. She stilled and then cried out again, and again. 

He pulled away from her and stood up, taking her into his arms and relieving the pressure on her thighs. When he kissed her she could taste herself upon his lips, and instead of being disgusted, she found it mildly erotic and kissed him back as sweet lethargy stole its way into her. Her breathing slowed as they dueled sweetly with their lips. 

She playfully bit at his neck and she heard him groan as he ground his hips into her. She felt him through his trousers, pressing up against the softness of her stomach, and stole her hand down between them to caress him through the cloth. Her eyebrows raised. 

Oh my. He was much bigger than she had thought. 

Looking up at him, she slowly undid his button, and drew down the zipper. Her hand moved into his pants until she encountered him. The softness of his skin intrigued her, and she could feel a longing begin in her mouth. She swallowed, and tightened her grip on his manhood. Swiftly she reversed their positions to his back was to the wall.

She leaned into his ear and whispered, "Your turn."