0 comments/ 18648 views/ 0 favorites Alexandra By: azalea5 She came into my life in a most obscure way. We started working together back in 1996 or 1997, I can't really remember when because that part of my life is all a blur now. She came into the office one day as a student assistant, one of those we hire while they are still in school. But she was different from most SA's in the sense that she was older. She was a graduate student at the nearby university, and she was nearly my age—27. When she walked into the office, all eyes followed her. Well, all of the men's eyes followed her. She was medium height, I guessed her to be around five foot, six inches and I was within an inch. Great body, it was obvious that she worked out, at least lightly. Her pert breasts, hand-sized and perfect, strained against a silk chemise, and her toned legs were on display beneath her mid-thigh skirt. Her skin glowed with a slightly bronze tint, the kind you got from spending a good amount of time in the sun. She was a transfer student from Argentina; she had arrived in the United States by way of Florida. She still had the Argentinean accent in her voice. She pronounced words in a sharp, quick manner—yet her voice still lilted musically when she spoke. I could have listened to her speak days on end and never tired of it. After a while we got to know each other better. She was an architecture student, and a darned good one at that. I was invited to see her exhibitions, the whole staff was, and I thought her work fantastic. She had a wonderful eye for space and lines. Her buildings and models were always the class of the show. Unfortunately, it was at one of these functions that I met her husband, Kevin. He was also an architect, though nowhere near the skill of Alexandra. He was a short, balding man; the kind that you wondered what he did to land a girl like Alexandra. Maybe he helped her get into the country or something like that, because I surely couldn't see in him what she must have in order to marry him. To top it off, Kevin was unpleasant to be around. He was boorish, overbearing, and simply put, a jerk. He was the antithesis of Alex. Whereas she drew people to her with charm and grace, many people avoided Kevin altogether—unless Alexandra was by his side, of course. He knew that he had the prettiest wife in the room, and acted like he was the Alpha Male in a group of apes. I wanted to punch him, but what would have been the point? The next day at work, Alexandra and I came in at the same time. I spotted her in the parking lot and waved. She came over to meet me. On her way over a strong breeze lifted the bottom of the dress she was wearing, almost to the point above her thighs and revealing more than she would have liked. She fought against the dress and the wind and managed to control it. She had a big smile on her face when she finally reached me. "Like the free show?" "Oh, uh, I wasn't really looking," I replied, trying my best to hide my embarrassment and excitement at almost having seen her essentials. "Sure, of course you weren't. Listen, would you like to have lunch today?" I was a little shocked by the question. We had never had lunch together. We hadn't really done much but exchange pleasantries at work. Maybe this was a new tactic on her part to schmooze up the corporate ladder. I didn't know what her plans were after graduation, but maybe she wanted to work full-time for us and it wouldn't hurt to get to know the other workers better if that was your final goal. "Okay," I said, a little curious as to her intentions. "It's to apologize for my husband's behavior last night," she said, as if she had been reading my mind. "What do you mean?" "You're sweet for not saying anything, but I know he can be a jerk. And you were a sweetheart for putting up with his antics last night. So let me take you out to lunch. Do you know a good place?" "Yeah, we can go to Antonio's if you like Italian food." "Oh I love Italian. Let's do it! It's a date, yes?" "Of course, my dear," I said, trying to be suave but probably succeeding in only sounding like an idiot. She smiled at me as we entered the building and off she went to her cubicle. I went to my office and couldn't think of a darned thing except Alexandra. At noon sharp, she poked her head into my office. "Ready?" "Yep, let me just wrap up this last email. Okay, let's go." We walked out of the building and headed to the parking lot. "Your car or mine?" I asked. "I'll drive. I like to be in control." She had a sly smile on her face as she said it. I could have been imagining it, but I wasn't sure. "Whatever you say," I said, smiling back. Her car was a Sebring convertible. It had leather interior, black body paint with silver trim, loaded with all the options. "Nice car," I said, wondering how she could have paid for it while paying for tuition and working part-time. "Like it? Kevin got it for me as a wedding present." Ah-ha! So he was well off! That explained some things. "She's a beauty," I said. We drove to Antonio's. She was a maniac on the road, weaving in and out of traffic, accelerating quickly, braking hard. She had lowered the top, and the wind was making her dress ride higher up her legs. I looked over from time to time, noticing that her thighs didn't get whiter as you went up. She obviously tanned in a bathing suit, or less. She caught me looking a few times. I was not making an effort to be discreet, and she had looked my way on several occasions while I was admiring her legs. She made no move to pull down her dress. "Do you like what you see?" I was speechless at first. I didn't think she would comment on it so directly. "Yes…yes I do." "I can tell," she said, reaching over and rubbing my crotch. I hadn't noticed that I was developing an erection, but there it was, plain as day. She rubbed the stiffening mound of my jeans gently, but with some force. "I like what I'm seeing," she said, "and feeling." I didn't know what to say at that, but she took the initiative. "I'm not very hungry right now, are you?" "No," I said, following her lead. "Good, let's go to my house. We're less than five minutes from there. We'll be back in plenty of time. I have food at my place if you do get hungry." Now this was a very forward woman. I liked that. I've always hated the games of dating. Back in college I had played them because you had to if you wanted to have a social life. But once you were out in the adult world, you found other people who were also sick of the games. There were more than a few like Alexandra, who spurned games altogether, but I hadn't really met any that I'd been interested in. But here was a beautiful Argentinean woman, very in touch with her desires and seemingly all the more radiant because of that fact. She was glowing right in front of me. Her house was a nice two-story building. Not one of those track houses, where you can't tell one from the other. This definitely had style and flavor, with its Spanish influences and accents. We pulled into the driveway and she led me to the door. "If you walk into my house, you take the last step," she said with her beautifully sharp accent. "What do you mean?" "If you take the last step, then there is no turning back. You are in my world. We will be with each other." I wasn't quite sure I understood completely, but I wasn't thinking with the head on top of my shoulders at that point. "Please, let me inside," I said. As soon as we stepped through the doorway, she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me firmly, the passion flaring back and forth between our lips, our tongues dancing and licking each other. I pushed her back against the wall and ground my hips into her. She spread her legs and let me grind my crotch against hers. I could feel the heat from her groin. She fumbled with the buttons on my jeans and finally loosened them. She pushed them down around my ankles and I started to hike her dress up above her waist. She pulled her thong underwear down around her ankles and slipped them off. "This time only," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. I hoped that I wouldn't only have one chance at this. That meant I would have to think about something, baseball, death, whatever, to keep from coming too soon. "This time only will we go this fast. I like to have slow stimulation beforehand. But for right now, I need you inside me!" I don't know what was sexier, her accent or her quaint way of putting English words together, but she was making a lot of sense to me right then. "You got it," I said, fumbling to get my pants and underwear off so they wouldn't hinder my movements. My throbbing member sprang free and rubbed against her belly. I lifted her up against the wall and placed myself at her opening. Her passage gave a little at first, but then the resistance was too great. "I'm a little tight," she said. "I'll loosen you up." I let her down a little and placed my hand on her mound. I began rubbing around with my index and middle finger, finder her spot and her slit. I did a trick that drives every woman I've been with nuts. I slid my middle finger inside of her while palming her pubic mound. I was rubbing her clit and fingering her simultaneously. "Oh wow! I haven't felt…oh God!" I could feel her pussy instantly respond. My fingers were slick with her oils. She started bucking against my hand, urging my finger further and further into her. We were still standing, but it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. She rested her hands on my shoulders for balance, all the while still grinding herself onto my hand. She had loosened up to the point where I could also slide my forefinger into her. I used the webbing between my thumb and finger as the stimulant to her clitoral area. "Oh my God! What are you doing to me?" "Just tell me to stop if you don't like it." "Don't. Don't stop." Who was I to say or do otherwise? But after a few minutes I had to let her down. My fingers were getting tired. She led me to the bedroom. "I have not shared this bed with anyone but my husband. Now I will share it with you." "I'm flattered," was all I could think of saying. "You should be," she said, pushing me down onto the bed with startling force. She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. She then went to work on her own dress and slipped it off in one smooth move. I reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out and I devoured them with my hungry mouth and hands. I sucked hard on her nipples, bringing a groan to her lips. She kept pulling on my hair with her hands, running her fingers through my scalp and stimulating the skin on my head. "God you do that so well," she said, "I could have you suck on me all night." "You're wish is my command." I reached down and started fingering her slit. She straddled me and took my fingers out of her snatch. She grabbed my pole and rubbed her thumb over the tip. "I'm ready for you now," she announced as she lowered herself onto me. She let only my head go in first, and then held me there with my shaft still out of her. She did something, squeezed me somehow with her pussy lips, and started to suck on my dick with her vaginal muscles. "How are you doing that?" It was my turn to be amazed. "You'd be surprised at the talents I have down there." She began taking more of me in. For each inch she would go down, she would rise up a half an inch. It took a dozen or so trips down for her to totally engulf me. All the while she was kissing me with those lips. When she finally sat all the way down, I could feel my balls against her ass. She started to grind forward and backward, contracting her muscles inside to maximize the stimulation. "Oh damn…oh god…" They were the only words I could muster. Her grunts of pleasure filled the air. She rocked back and forth and squeezed and released. My penis was on fire. The sensation was too much. I couldn't think of the normal things I usually did to delay ejaculation. All I could do was look down, transfixed at our union, her straddling me, gripping me with her love muscles. She had a look of ecstasy. Her eyes were closed and she leaned back, head tilted up to the ceiling. She was lost in the moment as well. That was when I lost control and started to climax. I could feel the familiar sensation of tension building and aching for release. I felt her body shudder, and the clenching of her canal changed from a voluntary action to an involuntary one. She was no longer in control of the situation; she was lost in the throes of her own orgasm. Knowing that I had brought her all the way, my mind let go of the fight. I came with an intensity I hadn't experienced in months. I shot load after load into her. I could feel my cock straining upwards, trying to shoot the seeds deeper and deeper into Alexandra, while her vagina clenched and sucked it up. Our hands were laced and I could feel her fingers tighten on mine. She had opened her eyes but I could mostly see white, they were rolled up from pleasure. "Oh god I can feel you coming!" "Can you feel that?" I asked, bucking upwards with each spasm, trying to make sure that each spurt hit her like a bullet. "Oh baby, yeah I can feel it," she moaned. When I finished coming she collapsed down on top of me. My dick was still in her, still semi-rigid. I could feel the mixture of our juices. She began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back and fondled her beautiful breasts. I began kissing her neck. To my surprise, I started to stiffen again. I hadn't even withdrawn yet! "Again?" "Yeah, I guess you really turn me on…" "You are an animal," she said, resuming her rocking motion, bringing me back to life. When I was rock-hard again, I stopped her and rolled her on her back, never letting my cock slip out of her. I took hold of each of her legs and threw them over my shoulders. I began pumping in and out, slapping her ass with my balls. I could hear the SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of our flesh as I banged against her with all my weight. "Yes, that's it, deeper," she urged me on with vigor. "I want to feel you all the way inside me. Take me, I'm yours." That was all the encouragement I needed. My cum had completely soaked her insides and now I could smell the aroma of our lovemaking more than ever. Some fluid had leaked onto the sheets and I thought absently that she'd have to explain that to the old man if he ever noticed. Her pussy was moist beyond belief; she was producing more love juice than any other woman I had known. It's like her body wanted to ease my penetration using any means necessary. With her legs wrapped over my shoulders, I used my right hand to press her hood and clit down onto my penis, which I was ramming in and out of her like there was no tomorrow. "Whoa! Holy…oh my…" she said, and then she went on in a string of words (probably in her native language, I couldn't understand it) that conveyed her intense emotions to me in Technicolor clarity. Her nails dug into my back, bringing bright spots in front of my eyes. That was okay, though, it was a good type of pain. "Do you like that?" I asked, without stopping or even slowing down. I was still rubbing her clit in a semi-circular motion while pushing it down against the top of my cock. She couldn't say anything in response. She simply nodded and I could see that her eyes were watering. It wasn't long before she arched her back upwards, driving her head backwards into her down pillow, and she uttered a long moan and I could feel her walls clench against my rod. At the same time I released my second load of the day into this beautiful woman. Our mutual orgasm brought about heightened feelings and sensations that I had only heard about before. Now I was caught in the throes of it, and there was truly nothing like simultaneous orgasms. I collapsed down on top of her, breathing heavily and exhausted from the effort. My dick remained inside of her, slowly losing its rigidity, lying in a pool of our juices. The room smelled of lovemaking and sweat. I didn't know what I was going to tell the office. We obviously weren't going back to work any time soon. But at that moment I didn't care at all. Alexandra "Jacqueline Melissa Roberts!" my mom yelled. "You have about 5 seconds to get your ass to this table, or you're in BIG trouble!" I slithered through the labyrinth of chairs, presents, boxes, and miscellaneous debris in the living room and made my way to the table. "I'm in college now, Mom," I told her. "If you want me to keep visiting you on holidays, maybe you shouldn't yell at me." I was of course kidding. Mom was just upset that no one else had shown up for Thanksgiving and taking it out on me. 4 aunts and 5 cousins were supposed to be here, but a massive ice storm had blocked all roads. Thus, Mom and I were alone for turkey day. "Sorry, honey," Mom said. "I just don't want all this food to go to waste." "With me here until Sunday?" I giggled. "You know by the time I leave you won't have a leftover in the house. I love your cooking." Mom smiled at me. "I know, Jackie," she replied. "I'm glad you made it before the storm hit. By the way, have you found any cute boys in college? I know you didn't date at all in high school." "Actually, I was going to talk to you about that subject, but didn't know how to begin," I said. "Mom, I'm not interested in boys. I never have been. I like girls. I've finally realized it." Mom took it in stride. I think, subconsciously, she knew the truth all along. "Well then," she said, "have you met any pretty girls in college?" "Lots," I said, "but the problem is that I don't know if they feel about me like I might feel about them. I did hear some exciting news, though. My friend Alexandra, the one who had to move freshman year of high school because her parents got divorced, is transferring in starting in the spring. It'll be nice to see a familiar face, and she even said I could move out of the dorms and share her apartment. She said she needed a way to split the rent because she can't afford it solo, and thought of me. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. It's been too long." "That's wonderful, dear," Mom said. "I hope you two still are as good of friends now as you used to be." [2 months later] "I'm glad we're back together," Alexandra said. "You and I always got along so well. Jackie, I've missed you so much these past 4 years." "Alex, I missed you too," I said. "You were always there for me when I just needed an ear. Not to mention that you were a fun person to be around, always." "Thank you, Jackie," she responded. "How's your social life been? I've had my share of dates, but a good woman is hard to find these days." My jaw dropped about 6 inches as I sat with a goofy look on my face. "I always thought you were that type, but I never really knew," I told her. "Anyway, I didn't have a whole lot of social life. I'm hoping college helps that." I was in a very awkward position. I'd had feelings for Alex since before she moved away. Now I knew she was also lesbian. The question was, did she have feelings for me? And how would I probe without spoiling our long-term friendship? "Maybe you've overlooked what's before your very nose," I said softly. "Sometimes the things we want are closer than we realize." Alex seemed to look at me appraisingly. "I had a decent social life in high school," she said quietly. "The problem is that just making conquests got to be boring. If there are no feelings, it lacks something essential." I got up from my chair and sat on the sofa next to her. "Tell me about your conquests," I said. "How do you seduce another woman?" "Slowly," Alexandra replied. "The key is to be gentle at first, not push too hard right away. You don't want to scare them off." I slid a little closer to her. Now our legs were just touching. "I never had the courage to try," I said. "If I had a female friend, I was so worried I'd lose the friendship that I just couldn't bring myself to make even the slightest move." "Jackie," responded Alex, "you never mentioned that you were..." I cut her off. "I wasn't really sure until this year. I kept thinking that I couldn't possibly like other girls in that way. Now I realize that I have to accept who I am." "Is that so?" she said. There seemed to be a tone of interest in her voice. Maybe I have a chance, I thought. "What kind of girls are you interested in?" I looked at Alexandra's curvy but slender figure, her deep brown eyes, and her wavy hair. "Well," I replied, "I've always been partial to brunettes. I like women who keep in shape, but not to the point of being Kate Moss. I think you made a good point earlier about there has to be a strong friendship for a relationship to work." I let my words hang in the air. I was frankly scared to go any farther, but I really wanted Alex to know how I felt about her. I was praying she felt the same way and would make the next move. I felt a hand on my leg. Alex was gently teasing my skin with her fingertips. "Jackie," she whispered, "you really are remarkable. So delicate and fragile, but I know how to get you to bloom." She stopped touching my leg and held me softly in her arms. Her touch on my face was as delicate as a zephyr. After a few minutes, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips – not overpoweringly, but softly. I responded, kissing her back with a mixture of shyness and intensity. "You poor girl," Alexandra gently remarked, breaking for air. "You must have been lonely. I won't let you be lonely again." She kissed my neck, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and slipping it off. She removed my bra, leaving me topless. Picking my slender frame up in her strong arms, she stripped me completely as she carried me to the bed and laid me down on it, divesting herself of her own clothes as she did so. Her soft fingers caressed my breasts, then began circling my nipples. I moaned gently in response. Her touch felt wonderful. Her tongue was next, licking my cleavage and then sucking on me. She bit down gently as her hands moved down my body. I felt myself getting wet as her touch reached my inner thighs. "Open up, sweetie," Alexandra said. Her tongue licked at where my legs joined my torso. Finally, she began to lick up and down my dripping slit. My moans increased in intensity as she made contact with my swollen clit. She slid two fingers inside me and began to lap around my clit with her tongue. I unleashed a flood of juices and squealed with delight. Slurping up all she could, she emerged from between my legs and said, "You taste delightful." She kissed my on the lips, allowing me to taste my own honey. "My turn now," she said. "Just do what comes naturally. I know you're inexperienced." I tentatively kissed her neck, then kissed down to her breasts. I dived in between her globes, licking the inner parts. Lifting them up, I caressed the base and kissed my way from the base to the nipple. "Go ahead, Jackie," Alex encouraged me. I began to suck softly on her nipples, switching between one breast and the other. Alex was beginning to moan in response. She pulled me gently against her body. "That feels good," she whispered. I broke away and kissed her legs, starting from her feet and moving upward. Her kneecaps were especially sensitive, as she squealed when I kissed them. I kissed her thighs, but slowed down as I came closer to her pussy. Nervousness began to creep back into my veins. Alexandra sensed it. "Don't stop, Jackie," she said seductively. "That feels better than any other woman I've ever had has made me feel." Reassured, I began to tease her pussy with my fingers. Circling her clit with a fingertip, I opened her up and caressed the edge of her lower lips. Taking a deep breath and gathering my courage, I slid my tongue into her. The effect was instantaneous. Her whole body shuddered with pleasure. I licked her as hard and fast as I could, still circling her button with my fingertip. My face was covered in sticky love juice as she flooded me. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she locked her legs around my head, almost cutting off my air supply. When she finally came back down, she pulled me close to her and licked her juices off of my face. "That was the best I've ever had," she said. "I'm scared of how strong my emotions are because of it." "YOU?" I said, astonished. "What are you scared of?" Alex took a long time to respond. She seemed to be trying to sort through feelings that were new to her. "I'm scared of losing you," she said quietly. "I've always just been emotionally detached: I conquer, I leave the next morning, I never think about it again. With you it's different." "Alexandra," I said, "that means you're in love. I love you too, always have had feelings for you I could never express. I've always been in love with you since before you moved away." A soft smile emerged on her face, a different smile than any I'd ever seen there before. "You won't ever leave me?" she asked. "Never," I responded. We kissed softly. We've been true to each other ever since. Alexandra and Robert "You're breaking up with me?" I stared at her. Beautiful, sexy, everything I've ever desired in a woman. That was Alexandra. She nodded, clearly eager for the conversation to be over with. We were in my apartment, sitting on my couch. She had come by to drop off some stuff that I had left at her place, and to drop this bomb on me. "Why?" I asked, shocked. She seemed edgy. Immediately, I became suspicious. She'd been hanging with this guy from work, Marcus, which really didn't bug me. I could clearly see us growing old together eventually and now she was throwing my plans awry. She tossed back her black hair, which was a vanity of hers. And then I saw it. The slight, purple hickey. I felt my anger immediately, swelling up my neck like an actual line of mercury like a thermometer. She sensed this change in me instantly, pushing back into the couch instinctively. "Robert," she began. But I was through with her talking. I had other things she could be doing with that perfect mouth of hers. I sprang at her, shoving my body on top of hers, using my legs to pin her thighs together while my hands forced her head back so I could inspect her neck clearly. She whimpered, which set something off in my mind. I'd never heard her whimper before, not even in bed, which I've been pretty gentle with her. Until now. "Explain." I said coldly, inwardly shocked at my hard on. "Please.." she began. I shoved three fingers into her mouth and watched her eyes well up with tears. I used my other hand to grope her tits, luscious and heavy through her t shirt. No bra. "Fucking bitch." I muttered. Her hands fluttered around my forearms, weak and helpless. I was straddling her thighs awkwardly and suddenly jerked her up, pushing her onto her back. holding her head over the arm of the couch by her hair. "Be still." I hissed at her. Her already weak protests halted immediately, going stiff within my hands. "You're a horny bitch, I see." She sobbed softly, her voice thick. "No, Robert, it just happened.." I yanked her hair harshly wanting to shut her up. I pushed two fingers into the side of her mouth, my hand still firmly in her scalp. My other hand was yanking her shorts down, baring her curved ass. Finally, with her shorts around her knees, I stared at her backside, almost mesmerized. It was creamy, soft looking and delicious. I leaned my head forward and spit a huge wet one into the crack of her ass. She jerked at the movement, understanding dawning on her. "Robert...stop.." she began. "That's what you should've said, Alex." I said evenly, too far gone to stop regardless of any implications now. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing free, hard and eager for any hole in her. I placed my knees between her thighs, watching my spit slide down over her asshole to glob onto her thighs and my couch. I'd never been so hard in my life. "Do you understand why I'm doing this, Alex." I asked her, wanting an admission from her. She whimpered, an insanely sexy sound and I felt her head nod, which signaled to me acceptance of this new situation for her. She knew that she had violated a rule of our relationship and instead of bailing out, she was going to give me her ass cherry. I spit one more time onto her hole, not wanting to ruin it. I used my free hand and poked my index finger into her cunt, feeling her dripping, hearing the nasty, sloppy noise. "You fucking want this." I hissed triumphantly. I fingered her for several moments, listening to her moan softly, hearing her nails scratch upon the leather, the sound of her pussy dripping across my palm. I pulled my finger out, and saw with satisfaction, that she was beginning to ride my finger. I held the wet finger up to her face. "Look at how you want this." I stated, smearing her juices across her face, letting her smell herself, my other hand still holding her head, two fingers still stuffed in her mouth. I pushed my cock into her cunt, slowly, luxuriously. She arched her back, my eyes taking the play of muscles across her creamy skin. I pulled out immediately. She sighed in disappointment. "Just getting my dick wet." I sneered, putting the head of my cock against her asshole. She stiffened immediately. "You'll like it." I ordered her. Without further hesitation, I rammed my cock in, the head barely pushing in. She froze immediately, her back arching crazily and little squeals came from her throat indicating pain. I held her head down forcefully, and began to slowly push my cock further inside her. "Shh." I whispered, glorying in this feeling, her tightness, her subservience to me. My eyes were half closed, concentrating on getting my entire cock into her ass. She whimpered brokenly, and I could feel spittle falling from her lips and tears upon my fingers. "You like it, don't you?" I asked her, finally getting my cock into her tight ass. It was hot and clenching me like a wet vise. I stilled, allowing her to adjust to this. "Did you let Marcus do this?" I taunted her. She shuddered on the couch, her sobs quiet now. I leaned forward and bit her shoulder, wanting her to feel everything from me. She moaned at that. I began to piston in and out of her, intent upon coming in her ass, wanting to watch my cum drip out of that pink, torn hole. She was breathing heavily, one of her hands reaching underneath her, rubbing her clit, the other bracing herself so she could lift her bottom higher. I yanked her head back strongly, wanting to taste her mouth, needing to. Her tongue came out instinctively, seeking mine and I kissed her brutally, reaming her ass as hard as I could. She started coming, her ass clenching me fiercely, low moans erupting into her mouth, the vibrations turning me on even more. I rode her through out this, waiting for her spasms to subside. When they did, I jerked her head down and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, coming and coming into her ass. I bit into her shoulder, growling, "Bitch...bitch.." over and over again. I pulled out as soon as I could, amazed and out of breath. Immediately she turned around, and kissed me, holding my neck and nuzzling into my shoulder. "I love you," she whispered, "it'll be okay." And it was.