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Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 01

By: AVixenLiterally





Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 01



"Rach, your Dad and I were married a long time. I loved him. He gave me three beautiful children." The hard part was next. "I've had my share ... um, a few, well, more than a few female ... relationships." I was blushing. "Kara, um, came along before your Dad died." She never blinked; nodded, cool as a cucumber. Do I dare? "We were ... together ... earlier tonight." Wide eyes widened. "She ... wanted to ... celebrate my birthday." My panties were wet thinking about how she, we, had celebrated. My baby noticed.

"You're blushing Mom." Beam me up Scotty! I nodded. "It's so cute that you're still sexually active at your age." Stone cold, I smiled. Twenty one doesn't think of Mumsy having sex. I totally understood. NOT! "That she finds you attractive ... desirable." My eyes went to slits. I knew this cuz she blanched – visibly. "Course, even though you're my Mom, I'm sure women your age would find you attractive." Out of the mouth of not quite babes.

"Kara's not my age honey. She's quite a bit younger." Blue eyes widened. "But this isn't about me, it's about you. Please tell me about your June. I know my little girl; you're excited about her." She blushed gorgeously and nodded.

Not quite twenty two and a woman just finding herself, she slinked her way on to the bed like she had as a little girl and stuck her head in the crook of my elbow. I bent and kissed her brow, smoothing her hair.

In a tiny voice she said, "She's gorgeous Mom. African American, taller than you; we had classes together. I didn't know what it could be like." The words came slowly, halting. "She kissed me and I melted." I nodded, knowing. "When ... our first time ... she ... um ..." My baby shivered. I smiled.

"I know." Her head tilted as her eyes met mine. I nodded again. "There are boys ... men ... and then there's her." Isn't it incredible that I could feel so close to my youngest about something so extraordinary? So ... out of the norm?

"Are you scared?" I smiled knowing what she meant. 

"I'm not sure scared is the right word but I know what you mean. Your brother and sister will feel the way they feel about meeting Kara." I hesitated. "If she wants to come." And shrugged. "She said she'd let me know."

I saw the uncertainty on her face. "Do you think it will be okay for me to bring June?" I wanted to cry but didn't; couldn't. I smiled.

"Rach, you do what's right for you and June, just like Kara and I will do what's right for us ... and for your brother and sister. And for their ... others." She nodded.

"I'm not sure about Andi." Oh really? "I hear her say things she probably wouldn't say around you or Dad." Hmm! Blue eyes found mine ... searching. "If I bring her ... June ... you'll have my back right?" My baby! I smiled.

I leaned in and kissed her. "You know I will! It wouldn't matter if the name was June or Joe; if you love her, I'm there for you one thousand per cent!" My eyes narrowed. "Unless he or she hurts you. Hits you." A blonde head nodded.

"He did, didn't he?" Oh my god! I can't; he was an ass, but he was her Daddy.

"Things weren't always great honey, but your Dad loved me." I saw the bullshit meter in her eyes. She gave in and hugged me, her face in my shoulder. 

"Thank you for listening and accepting who I am." Blue eyes lifted and found mine. "We'll be okay right?" So young, so beautiful, she was still a kid. I felt my eyes tear. We were then – all those years ago. I nodded.

"Absolutely Rach. I hope you know better than to worry about me loving you." Blue eyes teared; her chin buckled. I leaned and kissed my youngest – on the lips. Soft, gentle, quick – a Mom and her daughter. With a smile on her face, she stood and headed for the door. As she left, she smiled, blew me a kiss, and turned out the light.

I collapsed in a heap against the pillows. My mind spun like a top. My pussy ached for my lover. I fought sleep until it captured me, uneasily.

Friday was, for the most part, uneventful. Kara called me during lunch. I love that she texts and calls on a whim. I know I'm not so much an impromptu person; I'm working on it. Besides, she's more the Teddi-take-charge in our relationship. She came on to me, bedded me, and so on. She's the most inventive, aggressive woman I've ever been with. Tingle!!

I went into considerable detail about my conversation with my daughter, which led to this.

"You know there's no correlation between you being bi and her being gay."

"Well, I'm not completely sure I am bisexual. Women were both an 'itch' and an escape before." I smiled then added, "You've certainly taken care of the itch." She laughed. "And there's no need for me to escape anymore."

Kara was quiet for a bit. "True enough. So you like how I scratch your itch?" No, of course I wasn't blushing; only furiously. "Blushing much are we?" Damn her!

Be bold! "My turn tonight!" She laughed.

"You think she'll bring her June ... when is it again?"

"Monday afternoon; yes, I do. Well, she sounded pretty much like she was last night. I guess we'll see how she feels the morning after."

More quiet. Was she thinking about it? "Okay, your daughter is being brave, you're being brave. I can take it; I'll come too."

"Oh lover, that's wonderful." 'Thank you' feels wrong. "I'm proud to have my family meet you. Thank you." I'm old school I guess. "I love you!" Naturally, my boss wandered into my office. He smiled, having heard my declaration. "My boss just walked in; I have to go."

My blonde witch made kissing sounds and had to stop because she was laughing too hard. Smiling, I blushed.

"I'll see you later, okay? I love you."

"I have plans remember?" Ah crap, that's right. We ended the call a few seconds later.

"Sorry, Jim; what's up?" My boss was ten years younger than me. He's a personable enough guy if a little too numbers driven for my taste. Then again, it may be why he's my boss.

"Lissy, is everything ready for the meeting this afternoon?" I was doing a presentation about some of the new credit and debit card features the bank wanted to test with our customers. You don't care. Don't tell anybody - neither do I.

"Absolutely; the focus groups and emails have given us a pretty good idea of what people want. More importantly, they help us stay away from what customers don't want. I'll lay out some of the details this afternoon." That got me a thumbs up and a smile. "Good; see you in about an hour."

** May 30th **

The next Thursday session with Bette was interesting. After short, vague exchanges about the weekend, she asked, "We ended last week with you talking about the lack of emotional involvement with Dylan while you were intimate with him."

I fidgeted in my chair. With all that had gone on since, I'd actually forgotten.

"I was just in a mood, Bette. I really don't feel much like going back there." She nodded. "Kara and I met for drinks Thursday, which turned into dinner, which turned into more." I smiled, remembering. "It was about my birthday. I wasn't real happy about leaving but, when I got home, Rachel and I had an interesting chat. Which started, by the way, while I was in the tub." Bette smiled. She really does have a gorgeous smile!!

"You were okay with her seeing you?"

"Oh heck yeah; my girls have seen me naked. It's not like I flaunt it, but I've always wanted them to be comfortable with their bodies. The best way ... no, one way to help that along is to show them I am." Another nod, another smile. "Anyway, Rach, who's a fidgeter, told me she thinks she's gay. Told me about her girlfriend, June, who's black." That got a reaction from Bette, though I couldn't tell if it was the admission or June being black.

"And were you okay with her coming out to you?"

"God yes; it was a surprise of course. They're my children; I love them unconditionally." I shrugged. "One revelation deserved another – I told her about Kara." Bette shifted in her chair. "The long and short of it is ... she wanted to know if she should bring June to her brother's last Monday for the family gathering." A nod. 

"How were you with all that?"

I took a few minutes to gather my thoughts before answering. "Kara called me Friday at work." Kitty tingled. "I told her about Rach. It seemed that was the impetus for her deciding to come with." That got a little smile. "I know! It was something like 'You're being brave and your daughter is too; I can't really say no.' She had plans Friday night but surprised me Saturday. She called and asked me to go with her and some of her friends to Navy Pier for the fireworks." I giggled a little at my thought. "I stayed overnight; we made our own fireworks." Bette smiled; I blushed.

"How was Monday?"

"It's interesting. Rach told me that JR's wife might not be all that accepting of Kara." Eyebrows were raised. "I know; she can be a spitfire at times, but I ... there hadn't been any indications of being closed minded about gays." I shrugged. "The truth is none of the kids exactly welcomed Kara with open arms, but I suppose that's a natural reaction to seeing their Mom with a love interest other than their Dad."

"I think you're right about that. What about your daughter? Did she bring her girlfriend?" I nodded.

"Yeah she did. June actually came to the house. Rach wanted her to meet me before meeting the rest of my family. She's very pretty. Taller than me by a few inches, reed thin, gorgeous skin, she was hesitant about showing too much affection in front of me. Kara was amused by it all." I smiled. "I saw love in my daughter's eyes." My eyes filled. "I was really happy for her, them. I hope it works out." I needed a deep breath to calm myself before continuing.

"Jenna was polite to Kara but not warm. JR was ... he seemed pretty okay with it overall. I thought they were both in shock about June." Bette smiled and cocked her head a little. "Yeah, okay ... I was as well." A nod. "Mind you, I was fine with it." Should I tell her what I felt? She'll want me to talk about it and I'm not sure I want to. "I'm not sure I want to spend a lot of time on this, but I was kind of glad that Dylan wasn't alive. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have been too pleased." About Rach; never mind about me. "He didn't know about my bi side."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes!" I surprised myself at how vehemently I said that. Bette sat up a little straighter too. "Sorry; that came out a little stronger than I meant it to." Ah crap; she's going to want to know why. "I'm honestly not sure why it did."

"If you had to take a guess at why, what might you say?" I shook my head.

"Bette, you know I'm not big on 'what if' things. I know you want me to question my 'why,' and that's fine. It surprised me that I was as strong about it as I was." I had another thought. "What's the saying ... 'sometimes it really is just a cigar.'" I laughed; she didn't.

"It's your session. I'm only the navigator. You're doing the work. It may be a cigar; it may be something else." I know; I don't want to think about it. I desperately needed to change the subject.

"Andi wouldn't let me hold the baby. Normally I change Dylan when he needs changing." I frowned, remembering. "JR actually brought his son to me to hold, which was not well received. I saw the daggers; I'm sure Jenna did as well. She followed Andi into the kitchen later in the afternoon. She, Jenna, was not happy when she came back."

"What was that about?"

"She called me Tuesday night; we talked for quite a while." 

"I'm sorry Lissy." I slumped against my chair. 50 minutes goes by pretty quickly. "I know you're just about to talk about something important, but our time today is up. Are you feeling okay about everything?"

"It's early; there's a lot left to play out. Yeah, overall, I'd say so. I'm sure I'll be okay till next week."

"That was a lot to go through. I'm pleased about how things are going for you." We were both standing. "Have a good week."

I had a thought in the elevator and called Kara as I walked back to the bank.

"Hi; it's my birthday." She laughed. I smiled; kitty was happy.

"Is it now?" She was still laughing; me too. "You sure it's not my birthday?" Damn! We both laughed.

"It could be! We could dine in." More laughing at my thinly veiled innuendo.

"Hungry are you?" She was at work and had to keep it reasonably clean.

"Ravenous! Is it a date?"

"We missed fireworks last night. I assume this will be a private showing?"

"We could dine on the balcony." I can give as well as I take.

"Brat; you know I can't say what I want to." Exactly!

"See you at five? Same place as last week?"

"Greek Islands ... it's closer to where I live."

I nodded. "Deal! Me likee your suggestion. Me likee dessert more."

"I love you." I felt flush with excitement, very un-56. Like I cared.

"Ditto!" PDA's were not Kara's forte.

We lay together on a very messy bed, curled up in each other's arms and legs. I smoothed imaginary stray strands of blonde hair, content, tingling. The ceiling fan circled slowly, just enough to dry the perspiration from our efforts. Still flushed, Kara lay quietly, unlike a bit earlier.

Eyes closed, purring, she said, "Dinner was good; dessert was marvelous." I agreed fervently.

"Mm hmm!! Happy birthday by the way." She snickered.

"Yeah, that's a bit of a conundrum. Whose birthday is it next week?"

I lifted my head and looked at my blue eyes. "I have to wait till Thursday?"

"It could happen."

"It better not!" A nipple flick emphasized my point, which earned me an 'EEK!'

"You'll have to give me a reason to make an exception." I, um, did!!

It was dark. The balcony was small, in a corner, off the living room. The building was set up perfectly – for this.

"What are you doing?" Your voice was thin; I heard the panic.

"Giving you a reason."

"You can not be serious!"

"Oh but I am! You'll like it. I promise." Your eyes were wild with fear. I could see your pulse throb in your throat. I opened the door. You pulled me back. I looked over my shoulder.

"We can't." Pleading? Tsk, tsk.

I pulled you to me, covering your dry lips with mine. My arms around you, I walked us outside, on the balcony.

Two chairs and a small, round table are all that you have. It's more than enough! I helped you into the chair, your eyes slits. Pulling my chair close, I push your knees apart and slip two fingers into you.

"Oh god, you're really going to do it!"

"Mm hmm." My free hand snakes into your hair, pulling you to me as I cover your mouth with my kiss.

You're soaked, excited. The squishing is audible – to the two of us. I wondered just how far the noise carried.

"If you don't stop, I swear ..." You moan as my hand teases your nipple.

"Swear what pet? The lights are off in the condo. We've been out here before. You neighbors can't see us any more than we can see them." I play my trump card. "Besides, you want to be seen." You freeze, body still, not breathing. "Don't you?" You moan as a protest bubbles up. "Don't you?" Mute, you nod.

"Speak ... tell me what you want." My fingers slip lightly over goose bumped flesh. Night hadn't cooled the air.

Gasping, you say, "I want you to take me out here, baby. Fuck me, make me scream your name, naked ... for youuuu." You moan as my thumb taps your clit. Even with only ambient lighting I can see the perspiration above your nose.

I lick the hard tip of your nipple. Nuzzling, teasing, I love your breast, stopping to ask, "Close?" A soft moan and a nod are my answer.

A third finger and renewed energy push you to lift your right leg and put it on the arm of your chair. Any pretense of modesty is gone. Need rules your mind and body.

You pull me to you; I tap your pearl ... once, twice, and stop. You lift your hips, silently begging.

"Please baby!" I use my nail and scrape lightly over the center of your pleasure.

You almost come off the chair as you explode. It takes you just as I push my fingers deep into your heated depths. You convulse, your walls holding me in a wet vise. I don't even have to look; your head is thrown back, mouth open, your hand covering it, likely as far in your mouth as you can get it.

"Let 'em hear you lover!" I whisper.

Windows may have shattered as you let loose a high pitched scream, the bliss of your orgasm, combined with the naughty pleasure of who-knows-how-many hearing you, taking you somewhere not even I know of. You flop about in the chair, not unlike a fish brought into a boat, your muscles twitch, your breaths short, raspy, and in a pant, your hair flying every which way. Gorgeous. A selfish little part of me wishes I could capture you in the throes of your rapture. I don't think there's a camera that has a shutter speed fast enough to do the job. Wink!

I love you as you come back, gently, slowly. Your sigh is deep - almost a growl when I remove my fingers from you. Your eyes snap open when you hear me slurping.

"Bitch – give me the rest." I laugh and hold them out for you. You snarl as you grab my hand and bring it to your mouth. I wonder sometimes which taste you like best – mine or yours. Your display is intentionally lewd.

"So, that wasn't as bad as you thought it would be huh?"

I saw you smile in the dark and say, "I want some dessert!" I never did get home Thursday night.

***

The weekend was interesting. Rachel's text let me know she and June had plans and that she probably wouldn't be home.

"It's not like you can bark at her. You didn't go home last night," was Kara's comment when we talked Friday night.

I had locked up the house and was in my bedroom, relaxing on my bed. "I know," said as I stretched gloriously.

"Miss me?" She's such a brat! My hand played lightly over the delta, reminding me of our Thursday adventures.

"Are hard nips and a wet pussy an indicator?" I can play this game.

"Oh? You're naked too?" I nodded, which she couldn't hear. Duh! "Well?" I laughed. "Did you nod again?"

"You know me too damn well. Yes I'm naked. No one's here but me and no one's going to be coming home late."

"If I knew how to turn your alarm system on and off, I could come visit ... in the middle of the night." I shivered.

"Maybe I'll tell you. What would you do if you could?" My heart pounded.

I think I surprised her with that. She took a few moments to respond.

"What did you and Jenna talk about when she called after the gathering at JR's?" I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it as though it had said something odd.

"Where the hell did that come from?" She laughed.

"Dip wad, if I was going to do something like that, I'd want it to be a surprise." Dip wad?

"How come you didn't tell me you weren't doing anything tonight? You could have stayed here and neither of us would be alone?" And miserable. And horny.

"And horny." Damn her!

"That too." She laughed. I blushed. "We talked about a lot of things actually. I think it was about an hour but I honestly don't know. It started with Andi. It seems that sweet little Andi has strong feelings about gays. Rach had mentioned it when we talked last week but I'd never heard anything untoward. I told you about ... um, wait, no that was." Calm down Lissy! "I told Bette, not you. The reaction all the way around was much more tepid toward you than Rachel and June."

"I know baby; I was there." Frustrated with myself, I felt tears start. "What's the matter honey?"

"Honest to god I don't know, Kara. Dylan's dead and I have mixed emotions about that, which is driving me nuts. I have you in my life and I don't have to keep it, or us, under wraps anymore. I'm so happy about that."

"Or you."

"Well yeah; oh, okay, I get it. 'It' doesn't really make sense." I could just about hear her nod. "My daughter shocks me by coming out. I came out to her, not to mention the rest of my family. And I introduced you to them all." I laughed. "Other than that, nothing really major is going on." Uh huh! Why are tears streaming down my face?




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 01



"You're crying aren't you?" How does she do that?

"I love you Kara. Thank you. Thank you for taking a chance with me, for being there when he died. For all of it. Please don't leave me, lover." Where did that come from?

"What? Why on earth would you say something like that?" I have no clue. "We're a couple, Melissa Eileen. I'm not going anywhere. Do you need me to come spend the night?" I nodded, grateful. And laughed.

"I did it again. I'm not crazy about you driving on a Friday at this time of night."

"I'm on my way. I'll be there soon."

"Bring some clothes." Oh god! I'm inviting her to keep some of her things here! What if she says no?

"Well yeah, I can't wear yours. I was planning on it." Oh good; she missed my meaning. "Or did you mean you want me to bring things and leave them there?" I giggled.

"Are you okay with that?" My heart ... the throbbing in my sex matched the noise in my ears. Please say yes!

"I'll pack a small suitcase or something." I heard the smile in her voice. "I'm very happy, Lissy. See you in a bit." 

I had just put the phone down when it rang again. "I forgot; I love you!"

I nodded and said, "I love you too. Please be careful. See you in a little while." I cried. I have no idea why.

When the doorbell rang, I answered it in a short red silk robe. I'd fixed my face, brushed my hair, and walked through an EDP mist of White Diamonds. Seduction? Nah! Not unless she ... okay, my nipples were hard and I was wet. Kara walked in with a somewhat large handbag, looked at me and smiled.

"Do you know what six point nine (6.9) is?" What? Seeing my confusion, she laughed and said, "Something fantastic that's wrecked by a period." It took me a few seconds and then I laughed like a fool. So much for seduction.

I had one of my own. "What do you get when you put ten lawyers and ten lesbians in a room?" Kara shook her head. "Twenty people who don't do dick." More laughter. We kissed tenderly. I took her hand and, turning the lights off as we walked, we headed to the bedroom.

"Do you want to hang up your clothes lover?" That was said as she pressed herself to me and kissed me hungrily. My robe had disappeared somehow. It was on the floor with, um, her handbag. She shook her head as we kissed, which was a neat trick!

"Undress me, baby. I'm going to devour you." Gawd! I did. She did. Goodnight!

Saturday morning was lazy and loving. After her morning bathroom visit, Kara and I lay in bed together, doing absolutely nothing rather splendidly.

"I'm totally jealous you don't get this curse anymore." 

"Perhaps that explains your ardor Thursday night." She laughed.

"I have to figure out how to get you back for that balcony thing you did."

"You left me in a state of liquid unconsciousness last night, lover. I think that tab is paid in full." As a point of emphasis, I lifted and kissed each of her nipples, which perked quite nicely at my attention. I looked at my blues and said, "Sunny and Delight seem to like me." She nodded.

"You seemed to enjoy Sally, Jesse AND Raffi last night!" I'm still mortified she calls them that. Ain't love grand?!?!

"No baby, you seemed to enjoy me doing the holy trio last night." She had me there! And had me. And so on!!

"Getting back to last night, you never did exactly expound on Jenna and Andi. Oh, and let me get this out of the way. Rachel is just gorgeous." I smiled; she really is! I'd say 'chip off the old block' but I'm not blonde. A kiss was in order.

"Thank you pet. Okay, let's ..."

Hot blue eyes found mine as she lifted herself off the bed. "That's the second time you've called me that!!" I heard the heat in her voice. "What's that about?" Uh, I have no idea. I think my online reading is catching up to me.

"I love you!" That's so lame Lissy. Blue eyes scorched me. Geezuz, it was a joke, a nothing. "I have no idea, lover."

"Have you been reading again?" I swear ... I can't tell her anything. She has a mind like a steel trap!

"A little." Fingers gripped a nipple and twisted it. I yelped. "Yes! Please stop thattttt!" She didn't.

Blue eyes ripped me to shreds as your lips and tongue devoured me whole. I moaned audibly.

"What do you want Lissy?" Panic gripped me. I have no idea what she's asking. A nipple was flicked. "Answer me!"

"I've read stories about women who like ... need to ... do, um ..." I felt the weight of the silence. My back ached, my head hurt from the tension in my body. "I'm not sure what it means to say this, Kara, but I ... would like ... or, um, need, to be your ... um ... whatever ... pet? Ending it speciously with a question. My heart throbbed in my chest and sex.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, baby?" I have no idea.

"I was scared. I think. I wasn't sure what it meant, if I could, let alone if it would ... god help me ... drive you away." Incredibly, to me, your eyes softened. 

"There is no wedge between us, Lissy. Not my age, not yours, not your kids, and certainly not that you were married when we met." My eyes flooded at 'kids.' Blues moved from one eye to another. Lips pressed softly to mine. "This isn't anything drastic, baby. It's about 'if' you want to be told what to do when we make love." Oh! A shrug and, "You read, I read, we all read." I laughed. You were teasing me about an old saying from my childhood. "I won't, can't, and couldn't hurt you." Blue eyes like scalpels. "Unlike him." I slumped, ashamed. Cold, hard, you burned into me. "Stop it."

"Whatever you want, lover."

You bounded off the bed, pacing back and forth, seeming, I thought, furious. I was confused. "Did I say something wrong Kara? I'm so ..."

Screeching, you said, "STOP IT!" I shrank into myself. You saw me and said, "I'm so sorry." A hand reached for me; I shrank from it. And you cried.

Confusion reigned. The morning started out so fabulously and it felt like one word threw everything in the crapper. We were completely disjointed, at opposite ends of the emotional spectrum ... or maybe not! When I climbed out of bed and took you in my arms; yours held me tightly, fiercely. I rubbed gentle circles on your back, your head on my shoulder. The crying didn't go on very long. I kissed your hair as we stood silently, awkwardly, it felt to me.

"I'm scared, lover. I have this sense sometimes that everything is about to crash around my ears." You pulled back and looked at me. "I know; I might be completely full of shit." A thin smile creased your gorgeous face. "Okay, so we both know I am. But why does ... why do I feel that way, especially now?"

"It's possible all that's gone on in the last ten days or so has ... shaken you more than you'd allowed yourself to think." That feels more than possible. Your brow scrunched in thought. "Is this 'pet' thing something new? I know you read; what excites you about me taking charge of us in the bedroom?"

A bolt of lightning flashed in my head; it terrified me. "You're pale as this bed sheet, baby. What's wrong? She saw it too. "Here, sit down." Your hand on my arm, I sat ... and buried my head in my hands. "What is it Lissy?"

"I hated that he hit me; hated him. When I finally put a stop to that, the abuse became emotional."

Nodding as I spoke, you said, "I know sweetheart, I know. We talked about all this when we were still new. It's part of why I urged you to go into therapy, so you could get this stuff out of your head. Just say it, okay?"

With a deep breath, I started. "The thought I had was that maybe I missed it, liked it." I felt you stiffen. "That I wanted you to ... maybe do something physical to ... with me." I couldn't look up to meet your eyes. I shrugged. "It scares me; more than a little." The other part ... I had to show you. "There's this." I took your hand and put it between my legs.

"Oh my god! You're excited, wet." I nodded. I could feel my nipples harden as you talked. "Lay on your back on the bed." Your voice was cold; it scared me. I scurried to the middle of the bed. You'd gotten up and headed to the drawer where our toys were. Next was my underwear drawer. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt like if I touched myself I'd explode in a million pieces of orgasmic delight. Breathing was difficult. I know I was flushed.

You turned and headed to the bed ... and stopped. "Look at you!" I couldn't help it; I squirmed on the bed, anxious and in heat. I need you to touch me, take me, make me. But ... do what? "You look like if I touch you, you'll cum." Oh god! "That's it, isn't it?" There was no way I could deny it, so I didn't.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Huh? You crawled on the bed, leaned over me, your eyes cold, voice arctic. "Yes what!!" I have no clue.

"Yes miss." It was the only thing I could think of, mind spinning at twice the speed of confusion ... panic. Want.

"That's it isn't it? You want us to live out the stories. Do you have any idea how you want to play?" Yeah, kinda.

"No, not really Ka ... miss." A smile. "Please kiss me, lover." Before I die ... of embarrassment, of desire. You smiled as you climbed on top of me. The silk covering your sex was a reminder that there would be limits to how we could play. But there would be other ways, other days. Your mouth covered mine, gently. I opened my mouth and begged you to take me ... completely. It was as if you sensed the need from the way I kissed you. You were gentle, maddeningly so. I wanted to cry out, scream at you.

I moaned when you broke the kiss. Moving quickly, you grabbed the nylons and tied me to the headboard. I closed my eyes in surrender. I was so turned on I was leaking; it ran between my legs. I could feel it as it dribbled past my ass. I didn't dare close my legs. I smiled at the thought.

I felt you shift; the shadow covered my eyes. I opened them to find you bending to my mouth again. This kiss was quick, not as soft.

"Do you want a safe word?" Do I?

"No way Kara; I trust you. Absolutely, no questions asked." I saw the tears. This kiss was ... yummy!

"I have no idea what you want and don't want, baby. Can you help me here at all?" I wish I could.

"Not really, no. I don't know if you and any other lover ever played like this." You shook your head. "But I know you won't hit me to hurt me." Another head shake, this one with angry eyes. "Please, can I kiss you?" I tried to let my kiss speak to you; let you know I understood your anger. Your smile let me know you did.

I was surprised and confused when you moved to the headboard and untied my hands.

"You said you trusted me absolutely, no questions asked." I smiled and nodded. You bent for a short kiss. "Turn over." 

I did; you bound my wrists behind my back, then rolled me over and helped me out of bed. You shucked the pillow case off and used it to blindfold me. I shivered.

I heard a slight rustling; then we walked, your hand on my left arm.

"Wait, where are we going?" No answer. You had to help me with the stairs. It's Saturday morning. What on earth are you doing? I had no idea where we were, what we were doing. I just knew I was nude, hands bound, and blindfolded.

"I'm looking for something and I didn't want to leave you alone in the bedroom." Fat chance! You wanted to parade me around in front (possibly) of all my neighbors. My nipples and the tingle in my sex were indicators I liked it. Especially the fact I was clearly in no position to resist. We stopped. I heard doors open and close. Kitchen? Family room? 

"What are you looking for?" No answer. "It's my house, lover. Tell me and I can help." Nada! A few more steps; we stopped.

"This is interesting. The house is for sale." It was. "It seems a realtor is showing it." I felt your breath on my neck. Oh you bitch! You're wearing my robe, the one I wore last night. I felt your hands on my breasts. "Yay, they'll get to see your hard nipples." Behind the blindfold, I closed my eyes. Oh god no, not there! "And you're rather excited." Your fingers slipped between my labia. "Oh my yes!" The fingers ... oh god! I felt your fingers press against my lips and opened my mouth. "Yummy aren't you?" Horribly embarrassed and absolutely on fire, I shivered. Your breath warm in my ear in a whisper, you said, "I love showing my beautiful pet off to her neighbors. Oh, she's very pretty. Young too; I might have competition!" No way! "I wonder if she's bi like you were." I have no words! I need to cum. "My baby needs to cum doesn't she?" How the hell? Fingers ran lightly up and down my tummy, teasing all the fun pieces parts.

"Please miss, your pet needs to cum." I felt something tickle me. You pushed me backwards. "Ohhh!" My back was on something cold; the counter in the kitchen? Oh god! I heard the buzzing. "Oh god! You didn't!" You did. You pushed fingers into me as you put the vibe on my clit. I screamed, my back arching off the ... whatever. Heat tore through me, pure white hot bliss. Your tongue drank what my body gave you. I tried to lock my legs around you but you were too low. Your fingers were a blur, pushing deep, twisting, fucking me. The goddamn vibe was all bliss, cruel, wonderful, blinding explosions of white. Never so helpless, totally exposed, I screamed with complete abandon. You moved the vibe and bit my pearl, which sent me into ...

A loud buzzing in my ears told me I was ... wherever we were. I blinked. The blindfold was gone, my hands were free. You were holding me. We were in the family room on the couch. I laughed. You'd made it all up about the realtor and the couple. You took me through a fabulous walk of fantasy that ended with me fainting in ecstasy.

Worried blue eyes looked at me. "You're back!" I smiled. Mirth in your eyes, you asked, "Did you like?" I pulled you to me with fingers locked in your hair. The kiss was fierce. You moaned.

"You made the whole thing up about the realtor and the couple looking at the house!" You laughed, your head falling to my chest. I pulled you to Sally. You suckled greedily, making little noises in your throat. When you'd had your fill you moved next door. Jesse loves you too, lover! I moaned softly as you loved me ... and Jesse.

"You're a greedy bitch."

"Your greedy bitch, bitch!" You laughed.

"True enough! Want more?"

"Got more?" Fiery blue eyes looked at me.

"Follow me, beautiful!!" Anywhere, beautiful.

When we got back to the bedroom, you took off the robe and walked to the toy store. Finding what you wanted, you turned and smiled. My heart beat a little faster!

"Oh god!" You walked toward me and handed me the plastic cock and harness.

"I get to fuck you. You can get me ready." Your eyes burned with love and want. What do you see in mine? I slipped the cock into place as I knelt in front of you. Oh my god.

"This is part of it isn't it? Having me put the harness on you so you can fuck me?" I love that smile! You lifted each foot. I lifted the harness and tightened it. Without being asked, I took the plastic cock in my mouth, 'lubing' it for you. My eyes found yours. I watched you tease your nipples. Sunny and Delight stood at attention as you toyed with their towers. Blue eyes let me know they were ready to take me ... hopefully, the way I wanted!!

"How do you want to take me ... miss?" Dark grey eyes smiled.

"Very good, baby!" Kitty tingled deliciously. "I know you love missionary when we make love." True! I wiggled my eyebrows to your amusement. "I'm tempted to do doggy style, but I think I want to watch you when we cum." Gawd!

Having stood as we talked, I took your ... cock and led you to our bed. I scooted to what I thought was the middle and held my arms out to you. You crawled between my legs, teasing me by rubbing the length of you up and down the length of me. Grey eyes glowed as you pressed your lips to mine. I met you hungrily, my tongue not giving an inch as we dueled. Arms free this time, I held you close with one hand. The other pressed your hips to mine urgently.

Message received!! You lifted; my hand guided you to your prize. I moaned as you took me in one, delicious, deep stroke. The pain was gorgeous. I know you know just what I mean!

You took me. I took you, my arms around you, my feet locked around your ass. Having cum once, I was itchy, wanting another. I watched you closely, wanting you to feel ... wanting you to love me, hoping desperately I could help you take your pleasure.

Grunting, moaning, whispering, we loved one another. You lifted, tilting just a smidge. Whether you did it for me or for you didn't matter. We both moaned, our eyes still locked on each other.

"Please!" I whispered. You nod, grey eyes heavy with need. "I love you, Kara." You nod.

"Fuck me!" I did. You liked it. Your hips sped up as the plastic ground to your pearl. Your screeched, wild, crazed, the uncontrolled thrust of the plastic tossed me into a spasm of pleasure I couldn't describe accurately as I write about it now. It's pretty hard to describe what you only vaguely remember feeling. I'm smiling!! Oddly, perhaps, I remember your explosion of pleasure more than mine. Because it was your first? That day anyway. When we love, tribbingly, your hips (or mine!) move wildly, fabulously, deliciously. Oh baby! Our plastic adventure was somewhat similar. Was it that we'd played earlier? Was it that I trust you so completely? Gave myself to you unconditionally?

"Mom, we're home!"

I'm laughing as I write! Imagine how we scurried, whispered and hurried. Think frantic. Think whatever is ... shrug. We tripped our way downstairs, dressed as best as possible to cover our carnal delights. Giggling like teenagers, we greeted two who recently were. We showered kisses and hugs on stunned children. When we finally turned them loose, they looked at each other and grinned. Uh huh. Busted!

Liquid, loose, we stood with an arm around the other's waist. They inspected us with curious eyes. Oh enough already!

"Yes, we were. It was fabulous! Get over it." Rachel blushed; June grinned. Hmm. Co-conspirators wordlessly telling us they had been doing what we had. Good! I looked for a clock. "Holy crap, it's eleven thirty!" You giggled. Okay, whatever; I did too. A Mom asked, "Have you two had lunch?" Rach snickered. Good lord!

I sent them off to get sandwiches and fixings. We scurried back to the bedroom. No, not for that!! Although, the look that passed between us set off yet another round of scandalous giggling. We took turns in the bathroom while the other stripped and re-made the bed and generally straightened up the scene of the 'crime.'

The girls returned. I set out plates, silverware and announced to June, "This is a 'help yourself' house, sweetie. There's soda and whatever in the fridge." Rach had gotten lemonade at the sandwich store. It was silly of me not to have thought to have her get me one too. Kara and I had ice tea. June? She poured herself a glass of milk. How cute!

"What are the two of you doing today?" I know – a totally Mom question.

"I had to come home to change; then we're going shopping. We're meeting friends later for a movie and ... whatever."

"Sorry for barging in on the two of you," June said. I choked on my ice tea. Rach laughed. Kara sat with an arm across her chest and her hand over her mouth. Blushing, June said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Poor thing!

"No worries dear. It was said innocently. My reaction is on me." Change the subject, Lissy. "Do you graduate next year?"

"My brainiac graduated this year, Mom. She finished in three years and is summa cum laude!" A look of pride, and love, passed from my child to her lover. God help me! They do grow up fast. I couldn't bring myself to type 'baby' there.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 01



"That's extraordinary, June. Congratulations!" Kara reached and squeezed her arm.

Curious, I asked, "With that record of achievement, were you in the running to be Valedictorian?"

Smiling shyly, she replied, "Yes, I was. Apparently I was in the final three. I think Rach was more disappointed than I was that I didn't get to be." That last came with a shrug attached. 

As if to validate the sentiment, my baby reached and took her girlfriend's cheek, pinched it, and said in a coquettish voice, "With a face like this and that brain, how could they not choose my Juney-wooney!" Kara and I laughed like crazy. 'Juney-wooney' was thoroughly mortified. Her lover leaned and gave her a kiss, then quickly sat back in her chair. I thought she might melt of embarrassment.

Quickly, to make them both feel more comfy, I leaned and put my honey in a lip lock. Um, remember me mentioning that Ms. Kara wasn't real big on public displays of emotion? Yeah well, she slinked from her chair to mine, never breaking the kiss. Straddling me, she locked her arms behind my head. Her hips were doing evil things – evil in that my kid was in the room. Oh wait! Blondie was probably letting the other two off the hook. Right, and I'm still going to kill her!! She pressed herself to me. Well, maybe not. I do like Sunny and Delight!

Smarty panties asked, "Should we leave you two alone?"

Hysterically, her honey replied, "Why don't we just go to your room?" That did it!!!

I tore myself from her mouth (I'm lying!) and snarled, "Get off of me!" Reattaching herself, she shook her head. The other two were giggling madly. I gave her ... them ... the finger.

"The way the two of you looked as you came down the stairs, you already did that, mother." You are my daughter!! Kara giggled. I heard a chair scrape and whispers. I opened my eyes to find my blues watching, amusement showing in them.

In a whisper, I said, "They're kissing."

"So were we." She kissed me again, then stood, lifted her leg, and turned sideways in my lap. That's better ... sort of.

June was straddling my little girl, who was peeking at us over her honey's shoulder. She shifted her eyes to June, who did what Kara had done. One pair of lovers smiled at another, one pair of arms hanging loosely around the other's shoulders.

June started. "That was fun!" Kara laughed.

"You're part of my daughter's life, June. Tell us about you." The two of them looked at each other. Rach shrugged her shoulders in a 'whatever you want' way. Loose, natural curls jiggled as June nodded.

"I was born in Boston; my family moved to Philadelphia when I was ten. I'm the middle child of three, older and younger brothers. My Mom, Anne, is black. My Dad, Joel, is white." I saw the shadow briefly pass over her face. My eyes moved to my daughter, who looked, I thought, sad. Hmm. "My Mom is cute. Her skin is quite a bit darker than mine. When I asked about it one day, she poured a cup of coffee and added a couple of splashes of cream, which lightened the coffee." Rach smiled, having heard the story. "That's how she explained the difference." The story and June were cute.

"Tell them about coming out to your parents, honey." My heart did flip flops. Oh well. If I can call Kara 'lover,' she can call June 'honey.' Kara somehow sensed what I was thinking and put her head on my shoulder.

"I told my parents I'm gay in my senior year of high school. I think my Mom knew, though she thought it was a phase." Rach rolled her eyes. Please don't ever let me say anything that stupid to my daughter! "Dad ... um, he had plans for his little girl." She made air quotes with her fingers. "Marriage, a family, something he could be proud of." I felt myself choke up. Kara took my hand and squeezed it. My daughter kissed her honey sweetly and hugged her. Her eyes and voice lowered. "He ..." she took a deep breath. "I haven't spo ... He hasn't talked to me since I left for college." She shook her head. "I miss my Grammy and I miss my Daddy." Tears came. I couldn't help it.

I was angry, I was sad. I loved the way my Rachel comforted her lovely, wounded girlfriend. My daughter's eyes met mine. I shook my head – as in, that's enough for now. She nodded in agreement. She whispered, kissing her sweetie's head, her hand rubbing a very slender back. Kara lifted her head, looked at me and smiled. Her kiss was soft, sweet.

"Mom, we're going upstairs so I can change. I'm going to put some clothes together so I can spend the weekend at June's apartment. Um, if that's okay." When did she grow up? Wasn't I paying attention? How do I get rid of this boulder in my throat?

"Yes, of course it is. June, the two of you are welcome any time." As the two of them headed upstairs, both Rach and June gave me a kiss. I looked up at them, side by side, chattering. I felt Kara's arm around my waist and turned.

"You must be one proud mom, baby." I crumbled. She held me as I cried. "I felt so bad for that gorgeous little girl." She laughed. "A little girl who's maybe six inches taller than me." I nodded, sniffling. "We have the afternoon to ourselves. What do you want to do?" I hadn't thought a minute about the rest of the day.

"Maybe shop for groceries. Honestly, I hadn't given it a minute's thought." Truth is, my body was still singing from this morning and my heart hurt for June.

The girls bounded down the stairs, Rach in red shorts and a powder blue short sleeve top, red shoes and white anklets on her feet. Kara looked at me, smiling. I did too. My baby had a pink Barbie overnight bag in her hand. She'd had it ... geez, I have no idea how long she'd had the damn thing. They both stopped when they saw us looking. Mine blushed.

"I know Mom. June gave me shit about it too." It's not that I hadn't heard the word before; maybe she had just made it a point not to use it around me, here. Whatever! "I'm not bringing all that much. June's kind of bugged me about bringing some of my clothes anyway." Thud! We hadn't hung up Kara's clothes yet. I felt her stare. Isn't twenty two too soon to ... um, that's right. I was married at that age, just a month shy of my twenty third birthday.

"You're both just too cute!" Kara's smile brightened a sun splashed room. My heart!

June bubbled, "Bye Mrs. Stone, bye Kara. It was nice seeing you both again." Kara gave her a little hug. I did too.

We followed them out the garage door, watched them giggle, get in the car, wave, back out of the driveway, and leave.

"Meet you back in bed!" She's a brat; my brat!

"Did Rach do the right thing asking June to tell us about her coming out? We had no idea the story would be so painful, but Rachel did." I was giving voice to a niggling doubt that had bugged me. I had wondered if it was part of the reason I'd fallen apart after they had hurried upstairs.

God love her, Kara took her time answering. She could be goofy when being a goof was called for, but she was rock solid and I trusted her completely!! Not that it matters – but in and out of bed.

"Baby, you asked June to tell us about herself. Rach had to know that some of the story was painful to the woman she loves." Sorry, I was still getting used to that idea. Blondie had a point though.

"Yeah, that's a good point. It might be tough for her to talk about, but June held up well telling us the story. Knowing my daughter like I do, she probably ... I think, took that into account when she urged June to tell us about it." I thought for a moment. "I'll bet there's a ton we didn't hear!" You nodded.

"Yup, totally agree." I smiled.

"We never did hang up your clothes ya know." That's how we wound up naked, back in bed, again. No, not so much!!

As we fussed in the bedroom, Kara said, "Wear shorts today." It is June; the month of June that is. Anyway, I did.

"Stop at the closest Walgreen's will ya? I need to get a few things." Her period did start Friday. She was in and out of the store in maybe five minutes. Smiled as she got back in the car; kissed me too. Wink!

The grocery store had a parking garage. I needed luck and patience to find an open spot on Saturday. I was annoyed that Kara was fiddling with whatever she'd bought at Walgreen's. I needed to concentrate. I know – you don't care.

"Take off your panties."

Incredulous, I screamed, "WHAT!!!"

Kara leaned across the console, smiled, and repeated, "Take off your panties." She kissed me. "Give them to me when they're off." Already annoyed, I stared in disbelief. "You did tell me that you wanted to be pushed, tested, have me do things to you, tell you what to do. Am I leaving anything out?" I thought that was going to be in the bedroom. Well, she did parade me around the house, blindfolded, cuffed, nude. I had to ask.

"What does any of that have to do with this?" Blue eyes got cold. "Miss." Gulp. She stared. Well shit!

I had shorts on. I could go commando. No one but the two of us would know. Right?

I can't believe I did it. I looked around quickly. The garage was full but no one was approaching the car. Quickly, I pulled my shorts and panties down and took them off. Faster than quick, I pulled the shorts up, buttoned and zipped them.

"Very good, pet. Give them to me." Her purse or mine; what difference did it make. I handed them to her. She smiled and hung them on the rear view mirror!!! No really!!! I know – me either. Jaw slack, I stared. Ya know, you think you know someone after a while when you're in a relationship. No we weren't living together, yet. And we'll see about that!!

I honest to god thought she'd lost her mind. Leaning across the console, she lifted the leg of my shorts and put her hand between my legs. It happened so quickly I hadn't seen what was in her hand. Something pressed between my labia. It was soft and plastic. Oh god! There was hard plastic pressing ... oh my god!! Whatever it is was pressing on my clitoris.

"Wondering what it is?" Yes! I nodded. "It's a pacifier." What? "Don't look at me like that. You're the one with three kids." Yeah so? "The soft plastic is in your vagina." Uh huh. "The hard plastic is lined up so that one side presses on your clit." I know!!! "Delicious isn't it?" Oh my god! I could feel perspiration form above my lip and between my eyes.

You're not gonna believe what came next. "Be sure to keep it inside you when we're in the store, pet. You do NOT want to let it fall." Here's the thing. My, um, Kara had just put the damned thing in me and I was already in ... oh god, it felt so good pressed to my pearl. It's just delicious. No damn way could I walk with this thing in me.

"How on earth do I keep it from falling?" It was as if she'd been waiting for me to ask. I knew I was in trouble when I saw that grin on her face. It was evil. She's evil. I leaned across the console and kissed her, hungrily. She slipped her hand into my shorts and tapped the pacifier with her finger. I moaned into the kiss in delicious agony. I fucked her mouth with my tongue. She giggled. Her hand was still in my shorts. Hmm, could she keep it there in the store?

She pulled her hand out of my shorts and her face away from mine. I was panting and flushed. I was one tap away from an orgasm. I think. I hope. I wish!!

"You ready to get started?"

"I'm almost finished." She laughed. Yeah, it was funny. Good thing I love you, cuz I want to kill you.

"The fun has only begun." I moaned and shook my head. She kissed me again. I might as well go. Or cum.

First challenge: Get out of the car without the damn thing falling. I had to put my legs together. I closed my eyes and panted. I swung my hips, scooted myself toward the edge of the seat, put my legs on the ground and pushed off, holding the car door and the post between the driver's door and the back seat. Shaky, I stood ... carefully. This is a breeze!

I'm kind of tall and normally my stride is pretty long. That Saturday? Not so much! I had no idea what Kara might come up with as 'punishment' for dropping this ... glorious, beloved pacifier. I don't remember being a baby and don't know if my Mom used them. I do know I was going to go buy some. Hey! For me. Wink!

Amused, Kara walked next to me as we shopped. "You look like you're enjoying this, baby." I hate her! "I know you read stories at the same site I do cuz you told me about it." Worst thing I ever did! Wink! "You had to have read the story that described two women introducing the sister of one and her girlfriend to being pacified." I was searching, trying to recall the story. It did sound familiar. I remember something about a massage. Not sure.

"I should call Rach and see what she wants me to buy." Anything I can do to shut her up.

"That's a fabulous idea. We have to tell her about this." Your head will be on a platter if you breathe a word of this to my baby. I felt the plastic slip a bit as my mind thought about my daughter. Frantic, I clenched ... and shuddered. I moaned, my vaginal walls ... god, it's glorious. If I turn toward the shelving, no one can see my hand go into my shorts.

"No touching, pet!" Dead! I cringed as I relaxed and reflexively tensed and moaned again. I'm not kidding either!!

"Yes miss." I pressed send and pressed my hips against the railing of the produce rack. Bitch giggled. "Hi honey, we're at the store. Anything you want me to pick up for you and June. Yeah? Okay, anything else?" It's delicious. "Gotcha. It was wonderful meeting her, sweetheart. She's wonderful. Yup, I love you too. Have a fun night. Bye!" I'm so close.

Her breath warm in my ear, my miss asked, "How close are you?" Her fingers slipped up my hip, the tips ... there! God!

"She wants me to get some yogurt and some other healthy stuff she never used to eat. I don't know what happens when kids ..." She tapped the plastic and I slumped. It almost fell that time. I had to concentrate. It's agony people!! You have to do to know!! Wink! I wanted to tip over the peak. I wanted to rip the clothes from her body, and mine, and take her here in the store. I was convinced I had lost my mind. I smiled when I typed that. I'm not kidding!!!

I have no idea what we bought. Nor do I have any clue what we spent. My electronic bank statement said I spent over one hundred fifty dollars that Saturday, about twice as much as I normally spend. Spend? Oh god. A story had a woman who called an orgasm that. Did I mention I love pacifiers!!!

The cashier, not more than twelve, kept looking at me. I have no idea why. It was nothing more than another trip to the grocery store on another Saturday. The plastic lodged in my nethers? Pay no attention to the flush on my face, my wild eyes, the short, gasping breaths! Nope. I slid my credit card through the slot easily ... on the fourth try. Panting, in agony, I scrawled who knows what on the signature thingie. I was sure the fraud prevention wizards would call.

I wheeled the shopping cart to the escalator. They had an electronic something for the cart. You push it into place and it catches on a track and goes up to the top. Normally I just carry the bags. I didn't dare today! Kara had her arm around me, my head on her shoulder. Which I bit. I had to! She was not happy. Her lips pursed, her hand in the small of my back, she led me to my execution.

Taking plastic grocery bags out of the cart and putting them in the trunk was normally not a big deal. That is, if you don't have plastic in your most private place. I did; I loved it. I'll kill her later. I needed to cum. Now! Rob a bank? Can I cum? Everybody get your hands in the air! Use my debit card to get as much cash as I can? The nearest cash machine is half a block away. I still had to get back in the damn car. Don't laugh! I put my butt on the seat and faced the door. I lifted my legs and swung my hips and legs so I faced the steering wheel. I closed my eyes and said a prayer of thanks.

"Do you need to cum, pet?" Dead, slowly.

"Yes please, miss." I love her!

"Please, help yourself." I get to flip the switch? I thought you were going to do it.

Cars have a kind of safety glass that, when broken, doesn't result in sharp, jagged edges. I think it's called 'spidering.' No matter; you know what I mean. I lost my vision for a few minutes. Kara told me that night she'd never heard anyone scream so loud in her life. Point? And she's never had children! I thought I knew what a good orgasm was. I was married. He wasn't always an ass. My honey has given me some damn good spends too. There's that word again. Nothing has come close to what happened to me in that car. I exploded into about a tremillion pieces of pleasure. I don't care if spell check doesn't like the damn word. It was my orgasm and my beloved pacifier that she wanted to take out of me and almost lost her hand. I think that's a run-on sentence. Tough!

"You okay baby?"  Never better! My vision had returned. I had to open the windows. I couldn't find the keys. They were in the ignition. How they got there I have no idea. "Do you want me to drive home?" That may have saved my life.

"Find someplace and park the car." 

I needed sex. Don't ask. Kara looked at me funny. It was the middle of the afternoon, more or less. Our clothes were gone, we were in the back seat, she under me. I think I described her cum as intoxicating. I was drunk on it that Saturday afternoon. She screamed all right; a lot. She called me names, some good, some better. She called my name. I'll give her a stay of execution ... until I'm done with her. Like never. Sunny and Delight would miss me!! I'd miss them too.

Here's the part I left out about my taking. She begged me to let her cum. I whispered something about buying more pacifiers. She screamed something about buying a case of them. That seemed a little low but I was in a generous mood. Plus I was thirsty!! Wink. And hungry.

After our nap, I took care of that hunger thing. 

I couldn't do much more than whisper Saturday night.

I never thought about this until just now. I have three kids. I never understood why they put two pacifiers in the same package. Now I know – hers and hers! Mystery solved. Hold your applause.

Where was I? Oh yeah, me and whispering. We went out for dinner Saturday night. It's June; we went to a Mexican restaurant I'd never been to. The main attraction was outdoor seating. The number of tables was limited but it was early. Chips, salsa and water were served by a very pretty young redhead. Kara eyed her hungrily. I kicked her.

"Put those eyes back in your head. She can't be more than eighteen." She laughed. "Besides, I'm dessert."

"Baby, you're too old to know how old that woman is." You can sleep on the sofa. "Who's dessert, pet?" She reached across and tapped the pacifier. Yeah, I forgot to mention that we each were, with panties this time. God it's fabulous.

"How old is she?"

"Ask her yourself. She's coming to take our drink order." Bitch! She smiled sweetly though.

"Laura, how old are you? My daughter wants to know?" Blue eyes widened.

"Twenty two. I'm home for the summer." She looked from one of us to the other, trying to figure out ... something. No way is this child twenty two! Oh god, her eyes lingered on Kara. Is she gay? My daughter is her age and is spending the weekend ... god!

"I have a daughter your age." She shrugged. "Are ... is the restaurant hiring?" She nodded.

"Actually, I think so. What's your daughter's name?"

"Rachel; Rachel Stone. She has blonde hair like her older sister." With that, 'her older sister' leaned and gave me an open mouth kiss, complete with holding my head in place with her hand. Laura's brown eyes were wide with surprise when my honey turned me loose.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 01



"Tell lovely Laura who I am, pet." Volcano; I turned several shades of embarrassed. 

"Kara is my miss, Laura." Lovely Laura?

"What can I get you to drink?" I would have done the same thing, Laura. She didn't comment on my raspy voice though. I had the biggest lime margarita they served. We both watched Laura's very attractive caboose as she left.

"Little sister?"

"Lovely Laura?"

"I saw you lookin' at her ass when she walked away that time." It's nice; really good legs too! "What are you going to order?" We just sat down.

"I've never been here before. I have no idea." The appetizers were interesting. Even though it was seasoned, marinated and served in a special cocktail sauce, I am so not having catfish. I was married to a bottom feeder. Okay, that was cruel. "The combo appetizer looks interesting. Plus there's no catfish on it."

"I saw that. Okay; sometimes a combo thing can be enough for dinner, especially as fast as we're going through the chips and salsa." Oh yeah, I better slow down with that.

Lovely Laura brought our drinks. I noticed she bent a little lower to give Kara an eyeful of her mouthfuls. Get that one?

"You can tell Rachel to ask for George, George Harrison." I laughed. "He's the manager. When she comes in, have her use my name. They give us cash for referrals." Fair enough.

"Thank you, dear. I better write all that down. Oh, I see you're doing it." She better not give this kid her phone number!  Kara wrote down what Laura said on the back of a business card and stuck it and the pen back in her purse. "We'd like your combo appetizer, Laura." She wrote it down under the watchful eye of my soon to be dead honey. "My daughter was glad that catfish wasn't included." Brown eyes glanced from one to the other of us.

"You mean your miss don't you?" No tip for you!! Kara turned her head to hide the smile; her shoulders shook. Miss proud of herself flounced away to place our order.

"You gotta give her some credit, baby. That was pretty funny." Glad you thought so.

"Yeah?" You nodded. "We'll see how funny she thinks it is when I stiff her." You sat back in her chair and stared.

"You so will not!" Wanna bet? I smiled sweetly. Blue eyes rolled gorgeously. Yum. I crossed my legs for about the thousandth time. Because I could.

"We'll see." I took another sip of my drink, a healthy one this time, through the straw. Ice may help my throat, but not crushed ice. The cold feels good. The pacifier feels better.

"It's delicious isn't it?" Which?

"Mm hmm." They both are; so is she. Kara, that is. Okay, fine, miss smarty panties is too. Well, cute anyway. We will not be discovering if she's delicious! Blue eyes danced with laughter. Fifty shades of red is me!

"Watching you talk to yourself should be an Olympic sport. I'd be shoe-in for a gold medal." Hysterical isn't she?

"What was I thinking?" God, why do I do this to myself? I was about to get zinged.

"I've been trying to figure that out. Best guess is you were thinking about a threesome." God strike me dead. "Oh my god, you really were! That is just too funny, baby!" I would have died happy this afternoon from that orgasm. Now I wanted to die of embarrassment. How does she do that!! "You're trying to come up with something clever to say to deny it. Don't waste your time; your blush and your eyes gave you away." I know.

"What are we doing tonight?" Clever banter by Lissy Stone! Kara laughed.

"You do favor red, Lissy; proved that earlier this afternoon." Come on brain ... something, anything!!

"You sat up and begged rather nicely in the car, lover. How much longer could you have held out?" We'll get back to that in a moment. Our appetizer was delivered.

"Ladies, are your drinks okay?" Laura asked after she'd set the platter between the two of us. I looked at Kara, who shook her head. When she finished setting the plates in front of us, Laura smiled – at Kara, and left. My lover is truly beautiful and she's not in her mid fifties.

Taking my hand, she said, "I love you." I know. I nodded, not wanting to meet her eyes. "Please don't do that, baby. She's cute, but you're who I go home with, and that's not going to change." For now. That's not fair, Lissy.

"I know, lover. My insecurities about my age aren't your problem. They're mine." I smiled. "She is cute." You kissed me. Yummy! I took a chicken quesadilla, stuck it between her lips and we nibbled on it until our lips met. Corny, but we both laughed as we did it. Being in love means you can do silly stuff like that.

The Mexican sausage quesadilla was tasty; spicy too! I had to take a gulp of my drink. I dipped a chip in the guacamole. "Oh, that's very good!" Blondie nodded.

"I just finished a chip; you beat me to it. You're absolutely right."

Laura came back a few minutes later, asking if we were ready for fresh drinks. We ordered a combination plate to split. I asked if we could swap the skirt steak for a beef taco. Laura thought that would be okay. We sent her on her way.

"I really want to see that movie with Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson."

"You like Owen Wilson?" I shook my head.

"He's a goof, but it looks funny. I like what looks like the premise. They're both too old to be interns. It looks funny. It's out sometime this month." I had a thought. "Are we going to Navy Pier tonight?" Kara, who was taking a sip, stopped and thought for a minute.

"I hadn't even thought about it. I kind of assumed I'd stay at your place again." Her index finger traced lightly over the back of my hand. "You want to stay at my place tonight?" She looked at me. "We could go to the house and get some of your things." That little idea had been floating around during the day. 'What's good for the goose' came to mind.

"I'd like that!" That was sealed with a kiss. Dinner was good. I paid; Kara left the tip. We do that sort of thing. We said our goodbyes to Miss Laura, headed to the car, and drove home.

**June 6th**

Bette was all summery the following Thursday. Elegant and understated, a shell-colored skirt and jacket and white, v-neck blouse with a ruffled collar looked cool and fabulous. After the usual hellos and other pleasantries, Bette opened the session with, "Last week we ended up talking about Memorial Day and a bit of a disturbance with your daughter." 

That's my shrink, helping me get right back in the saddle. Oh my god, Kara, that text this morning!! I squirmed. Get to it, Lissy.

"I think I mentioned that Jenna had followed Andi into the house." Bette nodded. "From the look on Jenna's face when she returned, the conversation hadn't been very pleasant." I had a lot to talk about and needed to manage my time well. "I decided to speak to my son, face to face, while I could. Generally, the conversation focused on the baby, Dylan. I reminded to JR that children are very impressionable. Mom usually has more influence on them, and he wasn't doing anyone any favors by letting Andi run her mouth about her feelings.

"Was it uncomfortable getting between your son and his wife? How did he respond to your comments?" Ugh!

"He wasn't happy with Andi; he knew her comments were out of line. He tried to deflect things by asking about Rachel and June, asking how I felt about it all." Bette was watching me carefully, nodding now and then. There was no hiding from this one. "My son is an adult, married with a family. There's no way to know how Dylan would have felt about me, let alone our daughter. But he would never have allowed someone to speak as harshly to and about his children as Andi did." I don't want to talk about this anymore. "He told me he'd talk to his wife; I believe him. Time will tell if she tones down her act." I'm not convinced one little bit anything could or would change her attitudes.

"And Jenna; did you get a chance to speak to her?" I nodded.

"Yup; she was more surprised about me than about her sister." An eyebrow was raised. "Yeah, I wondered too, so I asked her about it. She didn't feel that there'd been any hints that had been missed. Then again, there's a ten year gap between them. She'd been off to college and then on her own as Rach was growing up." A nod. "Rach dated in high school, had plenty of friends of both sexes and all the usual ups and downs kids have as teenagers." God it's awful! "There was a time when it was just the two of us, save for when her father was home." I said that awkwardly. "I admit that I was surprised. But June really is lovely and it's quite clear the two of them are a couple. We had a chance to spend time with them last Saturday." I explained about them coming home while Kara and I were still in bed. I left out the part about us being very busy!

"Was that awkward having them interrupt your intimacy?" Kitty tingled remembering. I'm positive I blushed.

"Actually, it was pretty funny. I had asked June to tell us a little about herself. Some of it was emotional. Rachel kissed her, then, realizing what she'd done, looked like I'd caught her in the cookie jar." Nicely done Lissy! "Trying to make her feel better, I kissed Kara. She got up and straddled my lap without breaking the kiss." Bette smiled. "I heard the other two whispering, giggling. I peeked over Kara's shoulder; they'd done the same thing she had." More smiling. "It was pretty funny; Mom kissing her girlfriend and her youngest kissing hers." Should I ... ah hell. "It seems June had asked Rach to bring some of her clothes to her apartment." Eyes widened a little. "I know! She's too cute though; she asked if it was okay." I'd managed to do all this without my eyes leaking.

"Was it?" I nodded.

"Yes it was ... is. Pretty hard for me to tell her no when Kara had brought some of hers the night before." No shock and awe here. "I have no clue how they'll turn out." Us either. "Well ... or how Kara and I will turn out." A nod. "Oh! She didn't bring much and had packed them in her Barbie overnight bag." Bette chuckled. "She's had the thing forever." I'm forgetting something about Memorial Day. "We went out to dinner Saturday. The server was very young and very cute. She made eyes at Kara." Bette knew that I struggled with the age thing. "It was okay though. 'Lovely Laura' was a good sport about my teasing." She smiled. "We had a few moments of angst but both got over it quickly." I smiled. "We went home after, packed a few of my clothes – business and fun – and spent the rest of the weekend together." 

I finally remembered what I'd forgotten. "About Andi ... the thing that angered me was that she resisted letting me hold her son. Bette's eyes widened. "I know! Jenna wasn't happy; Kara was furious. I think I burned a hole in my son with my eyes; he finally brought my grandson to me." I smiled proudly. "He's adorable. Five months old today! He's discovered her hands and fingers." I pictured a fat little face and drool, arms and legs flailing. Dylan, not Kara. 

Bette roused me from my stupor. "It goes by quickly doesn't it?" I took a deep breath.

"Impossibly so; it seems to go more quickly with age." We looked at each other, both of us nodding. That outfit really looks great on her. "I kinda like my life right now, Bette. It's not all smooth sailing but I'm content." I have no idea how old this woman is. Why do I even care?

"I'm happy for you, Lissy. You do seem to have turned some sort of corner. There are still things we'll want to talk about, but I've sensed a calmness about you recently." Yup, I agree, except for Andi. We'll see about that. "This is a good time for us to stop today." She stood. Normally, we shake hands as we say goodbye. I have no idea why but I gave Bette a quick hug. She was shocked; so was I. I fumbled with what to say. Geezuz Lissy!

"I'm mortified, Bette. I'm so sorry. I took note of your wonderful outfit but I think you dress very well all the time." There was no hint of anger on her face. She raised a hand to stop me.

"I appreciate the compliments about my clothes, Lissy. I know you didn't mean anything by your embrace. It's not that uncommon for patients to feel close to their therapists. You share a good deal of personal information, emotion, and more. I know you're in love with Kara. We'll call this what it is - a faux pas, and move on."

I was beyond angry with myself. On more than one occasion my self talk centered on Bette – her hair, her clothes, and other things. I haven't written about them all. I was meeting Kara soon. I wanted to cancel, but that would raise more questions that just ... goddammit! I have no idea how old she is.  There are degrees, licenses and other things a professional would want a client to see. A simple desk held no clues about who she is. Why am I bringing that up again? I walked briskly, mostly keeping my eyes on the sidewalk. I smiled. I couldn't have done that Saturday.

Any anger and angst melted when my honey smiled. Her kiss was hungry and warm. I'm such an ass. She loves me; I love her. What on earth was I thinking?

"You seem troubled, baby; tough session today?" Her hand rested on mine. I drank her in with my eyes. So beautiful! I haven't been this happy in a long time. I felt it coming before they watered. Goddammit, crying is a recipe for disaster. "Let me order a glass of wine for you." I shook my head. "No; want to try something else?" I squeezed her hand as the tears fell. She wants to take care of me and I hugged my therapist. "Lissy, what is it baby?"

"I hugged Bette." I didn't want to say it and I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"Yeah, so?" I looked at her. She shrugged. "Who cares? Why are you upset? I don't understand. Was there something else in the session that upset you?" She's not upset. I'm confused. I'm boiling over with regret and anger and she shrugged. "I'm going to order that wine for you." She signaled the server and ordered a glass of chardonnay. She looked at me, smiled, and kissed me again. "My Lissy." I shivered. "You've got so much on your plate. Your Rachel comes out, you meet her girlfriend. She tells you she's close to moving in with June." My eyes snapped up on that one. "Oh please, don't even! It's a foregone conclusion." She winked. "They just beat us to it." Her eyes sparkled as she pinched my cheek. "Look at my baby! She's so cute; I could just pinch those cheeks." She's mimicking what I did to Dylan.

I laughed. "You're not upset?"

"Hell no! Women hug each other all the time. She's a professional. The two of you shake hands." She smiled. "You don't know much about her do you?" I shook my head. "I thought so." She shrugged. "One of my ex's was in therapy. Drop dead gorgeous and fucked up beyond repair." She smiled. "I hated to kick her to the curb ... but the drama, oh god!"

"How long ago was this?" I was curious for some idiotic reason. She laughed that gorgeous laugh.

"Lana? Oh, she was ... mm, two, three relationships ago I think." She smiled brightly. A girl could fall in love with that smile. "She was hardly the only one I dated who was a mess." I, um, did! Fall in love that is. "I seem to attract them." Really?? My wine came. I took a healthy sip. She smiled again, picked up my hand, kissed it, and held it to her cheek. Wet! Blue eyes bore into me. "You were a breath of fresh air, lover." Huh? Me? "You were totally normal compared to ..." She shrugged. I feel much better about myself now!! "You're my first cougar, baby." Bitch!

"I'm quite honored." First?

Her voice liquid heat, Kara said, "You do things to me, and let me do things to you, no woman my age ... or younger, has ever done." Gawd! Kitty wept. "That text you sent me this afternoon ... 'kitty is on high alert;' dear god." I blushed. "'My kitty told me she wants to kiss your kitty.'" Where's a sinkhole when you need one? Kara moved her chair closer. There's danger here, Cherie!! "The things I did to mine ..." She licked my palm; I quaked. "You're my appetizer, my dinner, AND my dessert." I'm not sure what the noise was that came up from my throat and out of my mouth. Grey eyes scalded me. "I have a feeling we're both going to call in dead tomorrow." HELP, I've flooded and ... I nodded, smiling.

We got to her condo about seven that Thursday. We never left, never wore a stitch of clothing, barely ate ... food. Take out? Most definitely! It was paid for by credit card, including tip. "Leave it!" screamed through the door. All weekend. That wasn't the only screaming though! Hee hee.

I heard a cell phone ring. Madonna's 'Crazy for You' – my Rachel. Each of my kids had a ring tone of a favorite song of mine. I'm fifty six but I don't live in a cave. "Hi honey."

"Mom, you're not home." I, uh, blushed. "Say hi to Kara okay." My eyes flicked to my blonde; we kissed. "I wanted to know if it was okay for us ... um, June and me ... to stay overnight. In my room of course." My eyes flicked to a smiling Kara, who was listening. She nodded, naturally. How do I tell my daughter not to do what I'm doing?

"Honey, Kara and I grocery shopped last weekend." She giggled; kitty wept. Kara ... never mind! "You should be able to ... um, there should be enough to ... um, there's plenty of food." My purple skirted little girl couldn't stop laughing. Neither could my blonde ... oh god, she's attached herself to Sally. "Please say hi to June, Rach. We'll ... um, I'll be home some time ..." she bit a nipple ... "tomorrow." I kissed her hungrily, noisily. My daughter heard us and laughed.

"Mom, it seems I've interrupted. I'm sorry. June says hi ... quit it! She's listening too." Lots of giggling. "I ... we ... have to go. Stop that! Mom, she ... um, I better go. I love you. Bye! June, it's my ..." The call ended.

Kara shoved me to my back and drenched me in sweet, sloppy kisses. All three of my girls love how she loves them. I know this; we talk! There are other pieces parts that send reports. She headed to the bathroom, leaving me breathless. The Weather Channel has their Doppler radar. I have my own instant 'early warning system' that alerts every goddamn bit of me to every ... oh god, blondie is coming out of the bathroom with that look in her eye. I have to go ... or cum. Yeah ... talk later!

It's not really all about sex with Kara. I had that thought as we kissed in the cab Monday morning. It dropped her off at work and headed east to do the same for me. How on earth does fifty six go into thirty eight? My laugh startled the cab driver. Yeah, very well, if the weekend was any indication! And it's not. Really! Did I mention I'm deliciously sore?

I changed my mind, which I'm allowed to do, and had the cab drop me at a Dunkin Donuts. I bought a large black and a donut. I like their coffee, plus there were crisp, cool winds off the lake this morning. Walking a couple of blocks does a girl some good. There were a few who noticed the spring in my step and the circles under my eyes that makeup couldn't hide as I sipped and smiled my way through the lobby, to the elevator, and to another thrilling Monday.

It took me less than ten seconds, thinking about us this weekend, in the ladies this morning. I moaned, at lunch, when she sent me a text. I need to call JR about his wife. How far am I willing to push this? A pretty, plus size brunette took my order. I watched her walk away. I still can't believe that woman loves me, let alone loves me like she does. You know who shivered; we both did. Another text: 'I'm crazy for you!' That's my phone thing for Rach! Ms. Insatiable sent another text. 'If you stay late, could we pretend I'm part of the cleaning crew?' Kitty approved of that message!




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 02



** June 13th **

Bette surprised me a little with her announcement Thursday. "People in my line of work normally take the month of August off." I knew this. "I'm going on vacation with some... friends." She broke eye contact when she said that; very un-Bette like. "I'll be gone from July 15th to August 16th. I'm telling everyone this week. I would be pretty surprised if there's an emergency urgent enough, but if there is, you know what to do."

"Indeed I do. I know better than to ask where you're going." I don't usually see a smile as brilliant as the one she's giving me. "Anyway, the surprise of the week isn't that Kara and I are talking about living together. Last weekend Rach called me. She wanted to know if it was okay for the two of them to spend the weekend at the house since I wasn't there." I didn't get a reaction, which wasn't much of a surprise. Sometimes I get eyes widening, which takes some doing.

"Did that surprise you?" I'd had several days to process that. A word I hate by the way.

"No; they're young, but I figured out last weekend I was married just a little bit before I turned twenty three." Bette smiled. "Rachel's been spending less time at home since the school year's ended. I'm guessing some of the others went home for the summer." She nodded. "What's funny is that we'd intended, for all intents and purposes, to stay at the house until I asked if we were going to see the fireworks." That got a smile. I laughed. "I know; we did." A head nod. "Kara was listening to the conversation. It seems June was too. That got kinda crazy."

"It's very cute that you and your daughter were sharing intimate moments with your girlfriends. I think it's good she sees you being as romantic with Kara as you were with her father." Ouch! It had been a while since I'd thought of him in terms of a lover. Actually, I'm not sure I could tell you when that was.

The rest of the session was spent talking about my chat with my son. My heart may belong to a woman but I am and will always be a Mom. It hurts to hear pain in your child's voice even if he is in his thirties. Writing those words brought tears. I didn't let Rachel see my pain but I did let Kara comfort me. That was some of what happened last weekend. In other words it wasn't all about sex. Things weren't going well. Andi wasn't interested in coming off her position and went so far as to say neither she nor their son would attend future family gatherings.

"That had to be difficult to hear." I had taken another piece of Kleenex and was blowing my nose after wiping my eyes.

"No, I wasn't happy about it; not at all. I was more worried about their marriage. I haven't talked to Rachel about being gay and living gay or about me doing so. It's not like it's something she chose." This is more the Mom me than the woman who birthed three children and lived with Dylan for thirty plus years. "Sorry! Hearing the pain in his voice was upsetting to me. I let him talk. He needed to be heard; he's upset and confused." I shook my head. "There's that saying: If momma ain't happy, nobody's happy." Bette smiled. "There was pain in my son's voice." I had to wipe my eyes.

"We're almost out of time for today, Lissy. Have you made any decisions about how you're going to handle this?"

"I'll worry of course." She nodded. "Cry some too. I pretty much have to stay out of the way unless he needs me." A smile. "And I'll keep Rach and June away from them. They're not really in the same orbits anyway." I looked at Bette. "I don't think there's much else to do." She stood.

"I agree. What you said makes sense. He is an adult. The marriage is theirs to work out." She came around her desk and smiled. "You surprised us both last week with your hug. May I return the favor? You look like you could use a hug."

***

That was the first thing we talked about after we'd kissed and I'd taken a sip of my drink. "Surprised? Hell yes I was! The hug was warm and proper. I was grateful; it hadn't been fun to talk about. God help me, first thing I noticed was her perfume." Kara laughed. "She's younger than I'd thought." I looked at my beauty, smiled, and squeezed her hand.

"Do you want to come home with me tonight?" My brat wiggled her eyebrows. "We can shower together." I laughed.

"Of course I do... and not because I had kind of a tough session. I'm okay. Really I am." She was watching me carefully and nodded. I had a thought. "Would it be okay if I called Rach and find out what she and June are doing?" Kara eyed me as if I had asked her to cut off an arm.

"You're a mother of three. You never have to ask; just do." How can I not love this woman? I never want to find out.

I called; we talked. She was on her way home as we spoke and planned to be there all night. June was at their apartment.

When I relayed that information to Kara, the first thing she asked was, "Is everything okay with them?" I shrugged.

"She didn't sound stressed or upset. Other than that, I honestly don't know."

"Tell ya what. Let's take this as a sign that you're supposed to spend a quiet night at home with your little girl. I have plans tomorrow night. How about we double date with the girls if they don't have plans?" That sounded like fun.

"Maybe that intern movie if it's out this weekend."

"You're silly. I can find when it will be in theaters on my phone." She did, and laughed. "It opened last weekend." How embarrassing. Oh well, we had other things to do last weekend. Kitty tingled, remembering.

"Maybe we could do dinner, the movie and fireworks." She laughed.

"You do have a thing for fireworks. The Navy pier kind and the us kind." Yeah, not much question about that.

"I'll ... ya know what. Let's order dinner. While we're waiting, I'll call Rach and ask." We did and I did. It was cool, a cold front having brought breezes off the lake. I didn't want to get filled up, so I had red snapper, which got a laugh from blondie. It was good too; the veggies were as well.

"This will be fun, baby. Rachel is cute; so is June. I'm looking forward to getting to know both of them better." I had a tingle of something; not sure what. It was lost in her kiss. My god that kiss was ... her fingers were climbing up my thigh. I can't wear skirts on Thursday. Why do I keep wearing them? I giggled in our kiss.

Kara pulled away and stared at me. "Tell me pet." Think volcano. Think flooded panties. Think lost in hot gray eyes.

In my best five year old voice, I said, "I wondered why I keep wearing skirts on Thursday, miss." I had to let her know. "And I love the way you kiss, lover." Dinner was getting cold; I was already wet, so why not get warm ... or hot.

"You have to get home so we really should ... eat dinner." She was doing the most wonderful things under my skirt.

I tried to be lady-like as I ate my dinner. It proved not to be that easy when my chair was turned toward hers, my legs were spread, her fingers were active under my skirt, in my pussy, my hands were shaking, and my butt was squirming.

I did my best! I felt blue eyes on me and whimpered. "I don't want us not to be together, miss."

"I know, baby. But your Rachel needs her mom and that's what we're gonna do." I nodded. Kara surprised me when, her voice shaky, she whispered, "I'll miss you." My fork was at my mouth. I turned and looked. Head down, tears slid down her cheeks. I wasn't sure what, if anything, was up with my daughter. And as much as this ... temptress called to me, I had to go home, be the Mom, and be with my daughter.

And I did. It was about 8:30 when we took drinks out on the patio in the twilight of a gorgeous summer evening. An assortment of colors painted the sky as the sun slipped away with night's inevitable approach. We sat side by side, Rach's legs curled under her.

"How's June, sweetie?" She smiled, her eyes far away. I know the feeling!

"Great Mom. Her summer job starts Monday; she'll be clerking at the CBOE. One of her majors was finance, so it made sense for her to get her foot in the door there." Interesting. Rach positively glows when she talks about June. "She thought you and Kara were very cute together. So do I. We're looking forward to Saturday and our double date." She grinned and said, "Pretty funny double dating with my Mom." We'll have to be on our best behavior after last weekend.

"Any luck with the restaurant, honey?" She nodded.

"Yup; that's part of the reason I came home tonight. I have an appointment at ten with George." She giggled. "George Harrison? Really?"

"I laughed when Laura told me his name. Good; good luck tomorrow. Are you having any luck looking for something full time that has to do with your major?" I need to ask her about her and June ... how that all came to be.

"The school's placement office is helping me. As you can imagine, even though the economy has improved, there are a flood of new grads like me looking for jobs, not to mention older, established men and women." She shrugged and picked at an imaginary piece of something on her shorts. "If they hire me, the restaurant will at least give me some money so I don't have to mooch off of you. You're probably getting tired of that." Thank god for life insurance, though I never thought it would be needed so soon.

"Don't worry honey; I have a pretty good job. It's just you and me here so I usually have some money left over. While I'm sure you're in a hurry to get your adult life started, I'm happy to help when you need it." I reached and squeezed her hand, which was cold. "Are you chilly?" She shook her head. "You sure?"

"I'm fine, Mom. So are June and I." She turned her head and smirked. "I know you wondered if I was home tonight cuz we had a fight or something." Um, yeah! She squirmed in her chair. She wants to ask me something. "Can I ask you something?" Bingo!

"Course you can, baby." More squirming. She's working up her courage.

"I think ... did you say something about meeting Kara when Daddy was alive?" There it is. "Were things that bad with the two of you that you needed ... wanted to find someone? Um, that it was Kara made me wonder ... both of us actually." She turned to look at me. "Were there others ... women?" I nodded. "Really? I don't mean to embarrass you, Mom, but have you always been? Um, were you ... like me when you were my age, before you and Dad got married?"  Okay, so this is the night we have that discussion. She's asking for her as much as she's curious about me.

"I'd experimented in college. Uh, my first time was with my roommate. We were both pretty drunk. That night, there wasn't much more than kisses and some groping. But I, um, really liked being with a woman. So did Vickie. It got physical not long after that. When I met your father, he was so handsome and so sweet. I remember feeling like there wasn't enough air in the room, and what air there was felt about ten degrees hotter as he walked toward me." Rachel was listening intently, hanging on my every word. "He made me feel special, beautiful, and sexy." I smiled. It was true.

"You are beautiful, Mom. I mean ... Jenna's pretty, JR is good looking." She shrugged and said, "June thinks I'm pretty okay. That didn't happen by accident." She laughed. "I guess I was something of a surprise huh? Birth control not work?" Good lord, what these kids know today. I shook my head.

"You are a bold little stump, aren't you?" She giggled. "I can't imagine where you get that from!" Major eyeroll alert!

"Yeah right! So I'm sure Jenna bombarded you with questions about me. And what the fuck is the deal with Andi and that attitude of hers." She's my baby and she's got a temper. Always has too! "I was so embarrassed for June and my brother." Her blue eyes flashed like lightning in a summer storm. "Oh, and you too; sorry Mom."

"Jenna and I talked, yes. Some of it was about you, some of it about me, and a good deal of it about your brother and his wife. And I talked to JR a few nights ago. He's upset; Andi refuses to budge or listen to reason." I made air quotes with my fingers. Blue eyes rolled. "I voiced my concerns about Dylan. If he hears that garbage when he's little, he may have trouble when he gets to school." I made a face. "Apparently, it's gotten so bad Andi's threatened not to come to family functions, nor allow her husband to bring his daughter." That hit my daughter like a ton of bricks. I saw the tears.

"That's just so wrong, Mom. I dated boys in high school, college too. Uh, I even, um ... I've gone all the way with ... them." It was dark; there was little doubt she was blushing. I tried to lighten the mood a little.

I patted her hand and said, "So have I, sweetie." Her head snapped up. I think I caught her off guard with that! She looked at me for a moment, shook her head, and laughed.

"Now I know where we get it from," she said with a snicker. "Can we talk about me for a while?"

"Can we take a break? I'd like to get a sweater and freshen up my wine."

"Would you rather do this inside? It would be okay with me if you do."

"Nah, it's a nice night, I'm enjoying relaxing, being with you. The older you get, the harder it is to get time like this. I miss that from when you were in high school." We were both standing by now. I put my arm around her slender waist and we headed inside.

***

"It sounds like the two of you had a great night together, baby." We were in the heart of the loop, halfway between our respective jobs, having lunch. Kara had plans tonight and we were spending a good part of Saturday together. It was a gorgeous Friday. She's gorgeous. I'm rambling.

"We really did. The older they get the harder it is to get quality time alone with them. I see the older kids but it's with their families. It's just the way it is." I scrunched my face, thinking. "That's how it was when we started our family. You get so wrapped up in the kids there's not much time for your parents. Mine, especially, as they live out of town."

"And June?" I gave blondie a look like 'What?' "Did the two of you talk about her?"

"Oh, okay; no, we talked about the two of them as a couple. We spent some time talking about her job, but no, not this time anyway." Remembering, I said, "Rach gets all dreamy eyed when she talks about her honey."

"I've seen that look before."

"Oh have you?" She smiled. "When you look in the mirror as you think of me?" She laughed and smacked me.

"Is it hard being a Mom?" I laughed.

"That came out of left field." Her shrug was her way of agreeing. "Hard? Well, it can be. There are very ... what's the word? Difficult; stuff happens you can't imagine. They're out playing with friends, doing stupid things like climbing on a wall outside a church. Falling and breaking a bone in an ankle. It wasn't bad. The location was the problem. A break on a growth plate could have been a major problem, but the skill of the orthopedic surgeon saved the day."

"Holy crap. You must have been terrified, waiting, worrying." Her eyes showed concern; her hand caressed mine.

"It was miserable. She was in a cast for ... I think it was six weeks. Then rehab, which is awful. I ... we held our breath the entire time. And we both had jobs and the other two kids to deal with." I looked at the woman I love. "You live in the moment, which can be beyond miserable. I can look back at much of it now and laugh." I smiled. "I love you!"

"As you should!" Brat!

"We should get back." Blondie nodded. "What time do you have to be wherever you have to be tonight?" She howled.

"My baby is a horn dog!!" Volcano! I nodded. Gray eyes met my browns. "Be at my place no later than 5:30. That'll give me plenty of time to do you the way it seems you need to be done." What's beyond wet? Flooded? I nodded. 

"Yes miss." Mad giggles. Bitch waved her hand in the 'bring us the check' thingie.

"You buy lunch, pet." I love her.

"Yes miss." It's okay people. It wasn't much more than twenty bucks.

"I have a surprise for you, baby." Dear god! Fingers traced lightly on my arm. Gray eyes lasered her name on my soul. The server brought the check. I handed her my credit card. Is it 5:30 yet? My miss moved her chair closer. I panted, lost in her eyes, yearning for whatever it was she had planned for us ... me.

"Your nipples are hard." I certainly hope so. You're killing me! And I love it. She kissed me. Uh huh, miss no displays of public affection kissed me. In public. At lunch. "Who's pet are you?" Loud enough that anyone close could hear.

In a strangled, thick voice, I said, "Yours." 

I'm squirming writing about that Friday. I'm in my writing room, a little six by six room with doors that serve no purpose that's just off the living room. She's on the couch watching television. Her eyes find me every now and then as I write about us ... then, that Friday. She smiled, seeing my flushed face.

"Ladies, you'll have to put a damper on your displays. We've had complaints." He wasn't as old as me; older than Kara. I used my index finger to call him closer. He hesitated then bent. I kept motioning him closer. He bent further.

"Fuck you and fuck them. Our money is good here. We're no different than ANY of the others. Go fuck yourself!" It was reactionary, stupid, and juvenile. Kara's grin was ear-to-ear. I did it because of Andi. And because of all the other times 'she' and I had gotten 'those' looks. If you're gay you know what I mean! Who I love; how we love. GOD!

In a totally childish and selfish moment, I kissed the woman I love, open mouthed, in full view of the entire restaurant.

My reward came later in the privacy of her condo. Reward is probably not the best word for it, but it will have to do.

"They're called under the bed restraints. I read about them, found the site, and ordered them for us. More to the point – for you!" I was a quivering mess, only made worse when you kissed me. I was nude; my miss was fully clothed. You talked as you bound me. "There are four restraints, one each for wrists and ankles. They're fastened to soft leather cuffs, which can be fastened to each other." You smiled sweetly. "As you'll find out ... later." I felt myself leaking. My mouth is an arid desert. You flicked a nipple and looked at me. "I'm not sure I've ever seen Sally and Jesse's peaks standing at attention like this." You may be right. I nodded.

"Miss, may I speak?" One wrist was in place; you were doing the other. You stopped and bent over me.

Staring intently into my eyes then scanning my body, you came back to my eyes and said, "It's a little annoying to see you so turned on, Lissy. But then again – I wish I had known you liked this so much." Cool fingers teased overheated skin. I closed my eyes. I need to cum beyond ... oh my gawd!! I moaned. "Yes of course you may."

I was mortified. I'd forgotten what I wanted to say watching your eyes devour me. "I forgot." You smiled brilliantly.

"You are a joy beyond my wildest expectations." You kissed me, giving me life with your soft wet lips. Humming, you continued cuffing my ankles and clipping them to the restraints. "All done!" You kissed me lightly. "What's your pleasure?" Frantic, I moaned.

"You!" Fingers teased familiar terrain endlessly. Bowls of Jello wept, jealous, as I squirmed. I remembered what I'd forgotten. "I remembered!" Your eyes found mine; you nodded. "Is your ... whatever something you might ... could cancel? We have tomorrow with the girls." I know my eyes pleaded; helpless, I was begging – for you.

Something changed in your eyes. I didn't recognize it, didn't ... well, honestly, it scared me. More than a little. This, us, was new. We were both figuring out how. What my limits were; what yours were.

"What would you give me to cancel my 'date' tonight?" It wasn't a date; I saw it in your eyes, your soul. You love me like I love you. Well, can I get a rain check on that? It remains to be seen how I want you to love me!!




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 02



"Anything!!" Zero to sixty? Thought to speech! Here, on my back, naked, vulnerable, in lust. I regretted the word as soon as I blurted them. It was the first thing I thought of. I knew it was stupid and I couldn't stop myself.

"Fifty six not even a month ago." Fingers running idly over heated, goose pimpled skin felt like scalpels. You weren't even looking at me as you stared at ... whatever. It was as if you heard my inner thoughts. Your head jerked, your eyes found mine. You smiled the smile that stole my heart.

"You're naked, bound, on my ... our bed." My eyes teared. "Crying?" You slapped my breast. Stunned, I cried out. "You did say anything didn't you?" I've sold my soul to ... who? You love me, Kara. I nodded. "Say it, pet!"

"Yes miss, I did." Your soft, sweet lips pressed to mine. I whimpered.

"What did you do!!" Your voice was thick. 

"I honest to god don't know, Kara." Your eyes went to slits. "Miss!" As quickly as I could! "I'm ... your pet is sorry!" Fingers slipped into the soaked delta. I moaned at your touch, my hips lifting, needy, begging. Eyes on mine, you brought your fingers to your lips and slurped noisily. My back arched at air in desperation. Kitty pled in vain.

"You're delicious, baby!" You know this. I know this. "Tell me, your miss, what you want!" My mind scurried, the magnificent computing machine working at hyper speed. I smiled, the answer at hand.

"You!" Your eyes showed confusion. "Let me drink from your fountain as your fingers just slipped through mine. Let me love you, taste you, devour you, give you my everything as often as you need." Hot gray eyes had gone to slits. Voice thick, I purred, "I want you!" Your face had gone through a maze of emotions as I spoke. The last three words opened the faucets. You kissed me as your tears fell. Lovers, kissing. Your fingers caressed your skin ... on my face.

You lifted from me and stood at the bedside. Whatever it was you had either forgotten or dismissed.

"I love that you want me, baby." You peeled off your blouse; my eyes followed your fingers as you revealed yourself to me again, for the first time. "Watch me." Like I have a choice!! "I want to feel your eyes devour me." Again? What new? "First you'll feast on me; then I'll fuck you till you ..." I'm not sure I heard the last few words. Blood screamed through my pussy just that loud. When I regained my senses, you were in your bra (red) and panties (blue). And it wasn't even July 4th! Wink! I'd seen what lay beneath hundreds of times, but my want! I was bucking, squirming, needy.

"Please, lover, please!" Pathetic, but that's how desperate I am for you. Triumphant gray eyes beamed as your hand cupped your glories.

"Sunny and Delight hear your desperate call, pet." I moaned. Bending, you rubbed the soft fabric over my nose and lips. My mouth opened, my tongue lapped, hoping to capture a passing peak, tease it, pleasure it. "Tut, tut, pet; not too much too soon." Moan!! "A good pet will get her reward when her miss ... is ... ready." Each pause came with fingers that teased Sally and Jesse's taut peaks. Gawd I love you!!

When you bent to Sally I thought it was to kiss her or lick her. Your teeth drew a sharp cry of shock and protest.

"Was that too much?" Hmm; no, not really. My reaction was more from shock! I shook my head.

"No, lover ... miss, it wasn't." God I hope I did that in time. You bent to Jesse. Oh yay ... oh GOD! I screamed.

Gray eyes found mine. "Did that hurt?" Let me think a moment. Hurt? No, not really. More stunned than anything.

"No ... miss; I think y... you surprised me more than anything!" I know what my eyes begged for. You smiled.

"So if I bit Sally's nipple again your reaction would be different?" Moment of truth – I nodded.

"Yes miss, whatever ..." Gulp! "You want ... miss." You smiled.

Gray eyes glittered. "Indeed!" The smile brightened your face, already so beautiful. "I think it's time I show you what you'll be having for dinner!" Oh my gawd!! I know I moaned.

You're so beautiful to me anyway, but as you ever so slowly peeled your clothes from my body, I watched, spellbound, lost in a haze of want. I know you spoke as you showed yourself to me but the words were lost in the fog of lust ... not to mention what followed.

You lowered my prize to my hungry mouth and wet me with you. Greedy, needy, hungry, wanting nothing more than however much you had to give, I feasted, without hesitation, on your soaked, swollen heaven. You drowned me; I smiled. You smothered me; I rejoiced. Your fingers ... oh my god! When's the next time you can pull me, hold me to you? When it came, it was all I could do to drink from all you gave me. Smiling as I write, remembering, my eyes closed for a brief moment before I typed. Your lair, me - your prey, the woman I love. We danced again, as we had so many times in the past. 

My fingers pause over the keyboard. I'm sure that, as you read, you're wondering just how close I can come to giving you an accurate recounting of ... us. I'm not a writer; I'm doing the best I can. I only hope it's enough!

***

That email you sent me? My cheeks flush as I type. That was our Saturday after that Friday. I was surprised to find I woke up before you. Uh huh; and why exactly am I smiling? Mine to know, yours to find out!! Wink!

I sighed. You, on your belly, blonde everywhere, left arm ... I think it's at your forehead. Right arm is at your side. Your features are covered but not hidden by your hair. Left hand on my head, I watch. There are times when tears come as I wonder how and why. There are other moments, like now, when I'm nearly spellbound, in awe, at the beauty that you are. There are other emotions but they blur with the first two. Oh I know; there's a new one. It's you, my miss, who is helping me through a journey to who knows where – for both of us. Like last night! I shivered, remembering.

You stirred. Dammit!! I wanted to watch you a little longer. I smiled as you moved, coming awake slowly, your mind catching up to your body. I can't help myself ... I pressed my lips to the soft skin on your shoulder; you relaxed.

"Morning!" Your voice is thick, still sleepy. Love ... lust in every last molecule, I lay my body on top of yours.

"You're so beautiful to watch as you sleep." You nod as you giggle.

"Yeah, you too ... pet!" That last a reminder of our night!! A gentle nip at a barely hidden earlobe gets a shiver. "Bitch!" I snicker, still bent to your neck. "What time is it?" Who the fuck cares? I shake my head. "I have to pee. Tell me!" I lied, not wanting to lift my head from you. "You ... ugh!" You slid away from me and padded to the bathroom, giving me the finger, a smile on your lips.

On my back, fingers roam idly over your body. Fingertips tease taut nipples that miss you. Others slip through slick wetness, knowing, hoping that your return to our bed will bring whatever was left from last night to our morning. After all, dinner with the kids isn't till ... whenever. Eyes closed, I luxuriate in the wide screen playing in my mind featuring us! Let 'em watch, lover! Jenna, June, Bette, Rachel ... Bette? What on earth? How did she get into... whatever it is?

The toilet flushed, the sink ran, reminding me I had my morning visit to do. Bette? Really Lissy? What the fuck? I slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. Oh my god! Quiet, surprised, I stood in the doorway and watched. Head bent, a leg up on the toilet, you were touching yourself. As best as I could tell you were inspecting ... perhaps for soreness? You weren't pleasuring yourself, though that brought a tingle. I'd ask. What's the worst that could happen? I shivered, apparently a bit too loudly. Your head turned, a yip of surprise escaping your lips.

Eyes hot with anger, you spoke in a voice coated in ice. "What the fuck are you doing spying on me?" Dear god, that's not it at all.

"Lover, I needed to use the bathroom. I heard you flush, heard you turn off the water, and figured I could meet you on your way back to bed for a quick kiss." I took a step closer. You had lowered your leg, turned, and were sitting on the edge of the sink, arms across your breasts, a look of disdain on your face. "Kara, that's all it was. Are you okay?"

Whatever it was, your eyes, your face ... it all went away. "That makes sense, baby." You scrunched your face and said, "For some off reason I'm a little sore this morning. I was kind of poking around my pleasure palace, checking to see if everything is okay." It's so cute that you call kitty that. Eyes warm with love, you kissed me. "Hurry!" I nodded.

I did. I practically ran from the bathroom to bed, and was surprised to see you sitting on the side.

"Come on, get up on the bed. We'll play." Wet! Even before I was in place, you'd begun fastening an ankle in its cuff. In minutes, all four were ready. You kissed me and whispered, "Something different today, pet." Gawd! "Last night all four were attached to straps that ran up from under the bed." Yup! You stood, took my leg in your hands, caressing it, bending to kiss it, holding it behind the knee and by my ankle. You spoke as you loved my leg. "I'm going to clip your ankles to your wrists." My heart careened wildly. You cocked your head, curious. "What's that I see in your eyes, baby?" Unconditional love. Fear. Anticipation. Lust. Kitty throbbed as blood raced. I shivered.

"Acceptance miss. I'm yours without hesitation or reservation." I think I surprised you with that.

Without another word, you did as you promised, clippings legs to wrists, leaving me exposed and shivering. After a quick, warm kiss, you turned to the dresser, rummaging, picking, then turning back to me.

In an easy, conversational tone, you said, "All sorts of fun will be yours today, pet." Eyes warm, voice chilly, you whispered, "We'll find out if your acceptance is without reservation." You bent and kissed me, your tongue invading my mouth. This is what I'd asked for. I think. Can I do it? Take it? I didn't know what 'it' was. You reached just below my ass. I heard a slight 'clink,' and you bent and attached a clamp to Jesse's nipple.

"I'll tighten them. There are thin chains on the end that I'll attach to your wrist." It was tight. You leaned over me, boobs dangling enticingly, and fastened the other. Sunny and Delight look wonderful this morning. Both chains secured to the wrist loop, you looked at me, and said, "There, that's done." I moved my eyes from your girls to yours. "Like what you see?" Not fair! "We'll see whether or not you get to feast on them." Your fingers toyed with Jesse's nipple, held prisoner by the clamp. Your breath warm on my face, lips this close to mine, eyes flashing, you said, "We'll see how that feels when I fuck you with the strappie."

Not knowing what else to say, I tried, "Miss, please don't make your pet your love slut. I'll do anything you want but I don't want ... OW!" The sharp sting of the crop on my hip stung. I hadn't seen you grab for it.

"'I'll do anything you want.' That's quite funny, pet." Your eyes roamed over me greedily. Smiling sweetly, you said, "I don't see you're in much of a position to anything BUT!" The crop made a whistling noise as it struck my tummy. I bit my lip but made no noise. "Did that hurt, Lissy?" You used my name. Why? How do I answer?

"The first time surprised me. The second stung ... miss. May I tell you if it hurts, miss?" Can I use your name?

"I don't know how much I want to do this time, baby." You were sitting next to me, fingers caressing my skin with feather light strokes. "I'm not even sure if this is how you want to play, if this is what you need. We'll talk later, after. We'll both learn as we go, okay?" I nodded.

"I'm going to see how you like the crop, pet. Some spots you may like, some not so much. The not so much category will be explored with a number of strikes." I felt the warmth in my center. "Is three better than one; five? How much is too much?" You cocked your head. "You're breathing, pet, it's sped up. Why is that?" I'm going to cum without you ever touching me, that's why.

"I don't know if I'm going to like it, but hearing you describe it has me dizzy with desire." It spread, deepened.

You listened carefully, pursed your lips in concentration, and nodded. "Should I care if you like it?" You got up, moved to the head of the bed, climbed back on, moved, lifted your leg, and straddled me. Heaven; you are bringing me heaven. I felt the flush, the glorious heat, reaching my extremities. As best as I could, I clamped and unclamped my pussy. Futile. My legs were spread too wide. I tried to arch my back and cried out as the nipple clamps were pulled.

"What are you doing?" Your tone was derisive, dismissive, a statement more than a question. You scooted back a smidge so you could better see my eyes. Both hands held my hair. "Answer me!" Cold eyes demanded.

"I'm about to cum, miss." Startled, you froze. "You telling me what you have planned with the crop has me so excited I'm ... going ... toooooo ... oh my godddddd. Oh god, Kara, oh my god!" 

My eyes squeezed shut, my body shook, pain ripped through my nipples. My legs shook ... as much as they could. I felt you on me. What are you doing? You never touched me other than a couple of smacks. I've never cum like that; well, once. I never talk to myself during an orgasm. Is this intense? It sure as hell is a surprise. Well, only ... I felt your lips on mine. How did you do that? While I was talking to myself, it slid away. Something wet fell on my cheeks. What on earth; you're crying? Never mind, it'll get sorted out later. The kiss is too sweet. I relaxed, enjoying it.

I opened my eyes. Yours were open as well and red. Seeing me open mine, you broke the kiss and rested your forehead on mine. I had to ask. "Why were you crying?" You started again. "Please, lover, what is it?" Trapped in this contraption I couldn't hold you, comfort you. My orgasm already forgotten (I'm lying!!) I wanted my honey to talk to me. Hitching sobs now; you wiped your eyes and tried to smile. I smiled back at you. You reached and started to unhook me. "What are you doing?" Oh god, I sorta screamed that; I didn't mean to. You sat back on your haunches and looked at me.

"I was going to set you free." NO, no ... god no! "I want this to end." I have to tell you.

"I don't ... miss!" You stared, disbelief clearly etched on your beautiful face. "I had an orgasm because I was excited." You nodded. "I don't know what you had planned, and I ... your pet would like my miss to continue." Kitty tingled. I felt wetness pooling. "Just the thought of you continuing has me excited again." You stared. "Please, check for yourself." You smiled and reached between my legs. I felt two fingers, dipping, scooping, lingering, teasing. I groaned.

"You're not lying, baby." You smiled the brilliant smile that won, among other things, my heart. Blues sparkling, you said, "One for you; one for me." I opened my mouth, slurping, sucking your finger, the taste of me familiar, just a bit tangy, silky smooth. "You're fucking my finger with your mouth." I nodded. "Okay, pet, you win. We'll see how it goes." Kitty cheered. The furnace fired. I shivered. "What, baby?"

"I have no idea what you're going to do, I have no idea how I'll react, and I'm shivering with anticipation." God help me, every last word I said was true.

"You are the cutest thing on two wheels, do you know that?" I could only laugh. My cell phone rang; Rachel. "It's Rachel; what do I tell her?" I laughed. "Oh my god, you're so evil. Hi Rach, it's Kara. How are you honey?" As she talked, blondie had moved closer. "Uh huh, yeah, okay. The movie runs about two hours, fireworks start at dusk." Crop in her hand, she scraped the edge of it from the sole of my foot, up my calf, lightly slapping the back of my knee, running up my thigh. "If we go to AMC River East, there's a 6:30 showing that's perfect. How about we meet you two at five for dinner?" She climbed on the bed and kissed kitty. "Sounds like a plan. Say hi to June, sweetie." She dipped her tongue, lapping at the fountain. "Your Mom? Yeah, she's a little tied up at the moment." I was trying to stifle my laughter. She pushed two fingers into me as she bit my clit. "I'll be sure to let her know you called. Bye for now."

"I waited fifty six years to use that line and you wind up using it with one of my children!!" Okay, that's close to twenty words. Say it out loud. It doesn't even take ten seconds to say. We were laughing so hard it wouldn't surprise me if it took three minutes to say. When the laughter died down, I made another request.

"Miss?"

"Pet?"

"Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks." More laughter, especially since we both worked at banks.

Snuffling, your breath catching, you tried. "I'm not too sure about the check thing, baby." More giggling ensued. Mad laughter bounced off the walls, rocketing from your tummy to mine. "I can help with the whip thing." We laughed like there was no tomorrow. You flicked the crop lightly as you laughed ... we laughed. The temperature in the furnace zoomed by ten degrees. Water boils at a little over two hundred degrees. What temperature sends a woman into ecstasy?

"What temperature does it take for a woman to have an orgasm?" I want to have one ... another, not discuss it. Idiot!

As if reading my mind, you lifted your head. "What the fuck does your mind do when it's on fire?" Hell if I know!!

"I know it's silly. It's a stupid analogy ... but work with me for a minute." An eyebrow lifted.

"A minute ... fine, then your ass is mine." I looked, you looked, I laughed, you laughed. I have NO use of my arms and legs I'll have you know. And I have to pee. No, I have no clue. I haven't had a thing to drink all morning. Okay, there was that sip of water when I dipped my hand into the sink for a sip. Get on with the story, Lissy. Indeed!

***

Dinner was a blast. The movie? Just so so. Fireworks? Hee hee. Rach and June were cute as could be, folded into each other, snuggling. So did we, not to be outdone by a couple of kids. Me with my kid and my kid with her kid. I told my kid about my silliness on the way back to her place.

Blondie mentioned on her fly by that I might want to mention Rach asking about 'a little tied up.' That was interesting, miss. Okay, Rach hugged me like I was her Mom. June hugged me like I was her honey's Mom, which was totally cool. I know; I'm so not a twenty something.

"We were doing some role playing stuff where I was told not to move regardless of ... whatever happened." Good, that should cover it!

"So Kara had you tied up and gagged and you couldn't talk?" My heart sank in a vat of ice. Kara? She smirked, hidden with a halfhearted attempt to cover her mouth. Think flaming! Think faucet wide open. Think blondie squeezing my hand, knowing full well what I was thinking.

"I wasn't gagged," I said, hoping that would be the end of it. Being my daughter, it was no surprise that she smirked.

"Right, Mom. So the rest of it was exactly like June and I figured it had been." Blondie interceded.

"My honey, your Mom, wanted to 'play.'" Air quotes included. "I love her, so I did what you would do and gave her what she wanted." Where's a sink hole when you need one? Oh my god! Rachel looked at June and blushed!!! Yup, blondie noticed, glanced at me, and, like a Spanish bullfighter (whatever they're called!), went for the kill.

If you're wondering where all of this took place, don't worry. There are enough places to hide at Navy Pier. We were having soft serve cones, sitting at a table away from most of the rest of the crowd.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 02



"Oh, so the two of you play with BDSM stuff?" Perfect; take away her oxygen. It's the best way to snuff a 'fire.'  Blue eyes look at brown, calculating.

Interestingly, June said, "I told Rach what the two of you were doing." My eyes flicked to my daughter, then to my lover. I wondered exactly what they shared, then thought they probably wondered the same about me ... us.

"Mom, I told June you'd probably be okay with it if she called you Lissy." She looked at her honey, who smiled. "Is it?"

Kara smiled; me too. "Sure." I looked at June. "It might creep some people out that I'm as open about my life and other things as I am. Kara asked about it." She nodded. "One thing about Rach being so much younger than my other kids is the two of us had quite a bit of time where it was just us in the house." My honey knew this was tough stuff for me and took my hand in hers. "It's not like we're girlfriends or anything. There has to be some distance; she was a teenager for most of that time. That's hard enough, without ... adding the other stuff." I think that gap was a full five seconds.

"Mom's right, honey. What feels pretty normal to me might seem pretty creepy. You know how much I stressed out about telling her about us ... me."

"It's not a problem if you want us to tone it down, ladies." I was a little surprised Kara jumped in. "I think it's awesome that the two of you can be so open about this stuff. My mother would have slit her wrists before talking to me like that." While she was talking to the kids, her eyes were on me the whole time. She's right too; her mom's not the type.

My baby said to my blonde, "Kara, given how everything has happened, Mom never really said much about you. Stuff like your family, where you're from." Kara looked at me; I shrugged.

"She's right. We've known each other for over a year, but it's just in the very recent past I told Rach about you."

Blue eyes glinted; she was up to something. "I was born a poor black child." All three of us booed. Rach threw a balled up paper napkin. "It was a line from a Steve Martin movie, I think." She offered her cone to me. "Want a taste?"

"Later." We all laughed. "I'm not bending to lick your ... cone, only to have you shove it in my face."

"Well shit, you're no fun. You'll be bending to lick something soon; maybe later if you keep this up."

June piped up, saying, "Scandalous; it's scandalous the way your Mom and her girlfriend talk in front of us."

Looking right at me, Rachel said, "I'll need years of therapy to overcome the trauma." Yeah, just about all of that was in between laughter at the silliness.

"Katy, Texas." We all stopped and stared. "What? Rachel asked about me; I was born in Katy, Texas."

"You're weird!"

"But you love me!" I laughed and kissed her. "Anyway, my parents are David and Kim. He's an accountant; she's a teacher at Katy High School. She tells me the school has about twice as many students compared to when I was there. They're divorced; both remarried. My older brother lived with my dad; I lived with my mom. I have a younger half sister I'm close to. I'm sorta close to my brother. His wife is a pain in the ass. He owns a tech company and is filthy rich." The girls were listening; I had heard it all before.

"Was it hard when they divorced?" It made sense Rach would ask that. I had wondered if the kids wondered about it.

"They divorced when I was four. I didn't understand anything except my dad didn't live with us anymore." I knew what was coming and wondered just how much she'd share. "Mom remarried, but ... things were up and down for a very long time. She's struggled off and on with ... drinking." Wow, she told 'em! I'm impressed.

"Daddy was a drunk." My daughter blushed. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't mean to tell family secrets, but it's not like I didn't know." I was too stunned to respond right away. Did she see something I hadn't? Or had she seen what I refused to acknowledge?

"Lissy?" Three pairs of eyes were looking. Fess up girl.

Looking at my daughter I said, "Sorry honey, I'm not sure if I didn't notice or just didn't want to know." I hadn't shared. "Uh, your dad was drunk when he died. He went through a red light and got hit on his side of the car." Her face fell; June's arm circled my daughter's shoulder. Kara looked at me. I shrugged and turned my hands palm up, in a 'what else could I do' gesture. She nodded her agreement, reached, and took my hand in hers.

"Rachel, are you okay?" June looked at me and shook her head.

"I don't know, Mom. It got so I didn't want to be home." Her eyes flicked to me. "I'm sorry. That's shitty of me to say." I smiled to let her know I was okay with what she said. "I'd met this one." She smiled at June, who kissed her. "She's where I was for a good part of the last six or seven months." My god! I had no idea.

"June, did you enjoy the movie?" God bless her, blondie was trying to change the mood and the subject. June's eyes flicked to Kara as she talked, then to me. I smiled.

"It's okay, June. My blondie is running interference; she knows this is hard for me."

"Mom, it sucks, but at least he'd stopped hitting you." The earth ground to a halt. I felt dizzy, cold. They say 'out of the mouth of babes,' but she was no babe. Well, yeah she is but ...

My voice weak, I said, "What do you mean?" Kara's head turned; she stared, gray eyes shooting sparks.

Her voice cold, the words spit as quickly as an out of order ice machine, she said, "You know goddamn well what she means. You did what a mom does and kept it from her ... them." I know.

"Mom, it's okay. Jenna and I talk; I'm not sure how much she's shared with Ian, but she knew ... knows." My eyes fell; I shook my head. It felt like Kara was better prepared to deal with my ... um, my children's dad, from what she said.

"Okay people; this was supposed to be a double date. Can we keep having fun and stop with this?" June's eyes spat fire as she said what she said. I'll admit; I was impressed. My blondie tossed a paper napkin her way.

"Will that help?" I'd had enough!

"Look, tonight was supposed to be about fun. I'm not crazy about some of what's been said, but can we please try and just have ... fun?" I'd hesitated for a second as I had decided on which was the 'best' word.

"Lissy, you're awesome. I love her and this ... tonight, well ... it's only served to help me understand why." June smiled. My baby lifted her honey's hand and kissed it. A deep sense of satisfaction filled my heart. I love my children. I'm just as happy seeing Jenna and Ian and JR and Andi show their affection for each other as I am Rach and June.

Kara said, "We should go." All four of us giggled.

It was about 10:30, but it was a Saturday evening, so the Pier was still bustling. A nice night, meaning it wasn't overly hot or humid, gave us the choice to walk to the garage for our cars. It also gave us a chance to chit chat.

"Mom, did you like the movie?" Meh; it wasn't as funny as I hoped it would be.

"It was just okay. Owen Wilson just doesn't do it for me. I hate when the trailers are funnier than the actual movie. Still, I guess I'd recommend it if asked. Anybody else have a thought?"

Kara volunteered, saying, "I don't dislike Wilson quite as much as you do, baby. I laughed pretty much through the whole thing. Some of the seminar stuff was hysterical. I could never work at a place like that, let alone intern for free."

"Oh I would; imagine how good that would look on your resumé." Passion echoed in every word June spoke.

"Dinner was really good. Had the two of you been there before?" Kara's question was a tad odd, I thought.

"Friends of ours had been there and told us about it. It was close to where we were going, so it made sense to try it."

That made sense, so I added, "That's a good point. There are so many restaurants all over the city it's nice to get a recommendation and file it away for another time." We were close to our garage, so I asked Rach, "Honey, what are the two of you doing tomorrow?" She looked at June.

"Probably hang out, go to the beach, do something with friends. I don't even think we have specific plans." June shook her head in agreement. "What about the two of you?"

"We're going to a barbeque tomorrow." Oh? Did I know this? "I was invited to join some people from work at their home; Bob Rice and his wife are hosting." Oh well, at least we have something to do that might even be fun.

Kisses all around as we said goodnight. Always a Mom, I asked, "Are you two close or do you want a ride?"

"We're a block away. We'll be fine." I wondered, as I looked at the two young women, if we put off the same vibe I was getting from them – that a night of loving wasn't very far off. A Mom loves seeing her offspring so content, so happy.

I mentioned that to my honey as we buckled in for the fairly short ride home.

"That's pretty funny. I saw the same thing you did. They're cute together, Lissy." She leaned over the console. I did too. The kiss was sweet and sexy. "We're pretty cute together." Mm hmm!!

The bathroom was funny. One peed while the other cleaned her face and tended to other essentials. Then we changed places. I never let him in the bathroom with me except to shower together when things were good - a long time ago.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate humidity? I'm so used to the big air conditioner keeping us cool. I can understand how that hurricane several years ago ripped through Houston after coming on shore in Galveston; all that moist air bubbling up from the gulf."

We snuggled together, facing each other, in a twist of arms and legs. Your blues gazed into my browns, faces a full inch apart. "That's just cruel, baby. That damn storm did tons of damage."

"I know; it messed up our weather too. Thanks a lot for that, by the way." All of this said between and during kisses.

"I know. I live here, remember? Are we going to make love or are you going to bitch about what none of us can control?" You saw me grin. "Yeah great; both, it seems." I nodded and began the first of the two. Wink!

I kissed my way from your right ear to your left, licking here and there while we talked. "We've talked about living together right?" You nodded. "We date, we have meals together, we stay over at each other's place. But it's not the same as living together."

"I know, baby. What's your point?" I'll get there, blondie. I flicked a nipple.

"All will be revealed in good time. I read an article by this cute redhead online. She had eight guidelines for men getting in their woman's panties." You laughed loudly. "I know; been there, done that, so over it!! The first was to leave all the B.S. from work at work. Course, she was referring to a male, female marriage with kids." I was slowly making my way down the slope to Sunny.

"Was that a problem for the two of you?" Mm hmm.

"It's where they all started. He'd have a bad week or a bad month and fly off the handle, made worse when he drank. God, I love your nipples!! They're firm, your areolae are prominent and well defined, and they seem to love me." You sighed as I licked, lapped, nipped and loved all 360 degrees, top to bottom. "I think that about does it for Sunny." Your fingers in my hair told me Sunny didn't want me to leave. Mmkay!

"You're right. I get cranky, you get cranky, but right now everything is still sort of new. We're so glad to see each other, and usually so horny, we don't talk much about that stuff. Maybe we could try living together a week at a time, taking turns at each other's place?" That was sort of where I was headed.

"Check!" Biting Sunny's nipple was the exclamation point.

"Hey, that stuff is mine to do, not yours." I did it again. 

"That brings us to number two. Each of us treating the other as equals. I'm not sure I see a problem there for either one of us." You snickered.

"I was taught to respect my elders. I have no trouble in the least treating you as my equal. A much older equal."

"I know you're teasing, mostly. And you know I'm ... I care more about our age difference than you do." I usually keep it to myself, but I worry that someone her age or younger is gonna worm her way into her heart. I had in fact moved to Delight, who loves me as much as her twin. "Hello, Delight; you do live up to your name, honey." Mad giggles.

"I'm not sure number three is much of a problem; I'm sure in the hell not having more kids, Kara."

"I've enjoyed meeting your kids, though the older two was just Memorial Day. That's quite fulfilled any desire I have to be a mother. So what was number three?" Delight was loving the attention I was giving her. You were as well, squirming the way you were.

"Lover, do you have yoga pants?"

"Uh huh."

"Wear 'em much?" I'm too fat.

"Uh uh; and you're not too fat!" Any questions about why I love her? Am so! Ms. Delight here loves me. Ms. Subtle opened her legs to let me know it was okay for me to play in her pleasure palace. All in good time, pet!  "There's a look all mother's have, grimy shirts, hair in a clip of some sort, an overwhelmed look, not to mention feel. Those days are long gone for me. Anyway, when I'm having a shit day, will you kiss me and tell me my tits look great?" 

I lifted my head cuz you were pounding the mattress laughing. "Your tits look exactly eighteen years and three children better than mine, bitch. There will be no laughing!" It's hard to talk when you're laughing as hard as I was. "Which brings us to number four." Sunny looked longingly at me as I kissed my way down your jiggling tummy; jiggling from laughing, not jiggling cuz you're fat!

"Number four is interesting. Put down the iPhone, stop texting and look at me when I'm talking. Not just run of the mill talking, either. Talking..."

"Talking when we're naked in bed?" I bit your hip. "OW! I know what she means. Did he do that on his whatever?" 

"No, he wasn't real interested in tech stuff. But the listening part wasn't his thing. He tuned me out when he had a drink in his hand, was watching sports, or some other excuse not to be engaged with me."

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't guarantee that I won't be an inconsiderate jerk now and then, but will you tell me I am?"

"The time for talking has ended, dearest." I gave kitty a kiss, stuck a finger inside you and said, "What might we have here? Oh look! There's a card and it says, 'Admit one to the pleasure palace!'" I looked over your belly. You were completely flummoxed, stunned. "What, lover?"

"Admit one to the pleasure palace? Really?"

"Why thank you, blondie. I do believe I will!!" We'll get to the others later!! 

It's sinful how easy we are together! Sick good ... that's us. Comfortable intimacy. Your body excites me. You purred as my eyelashes kissed the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, alternating with lips that fish mouthed you. My tongue may have darted now and then, only cuz you hate it so. NOT! I know you want more, but I'm not ready to take you there yet.

It changes so subtly that only a lover would know. Hips are the 'early warning system'. I smile inside as my fingers trace lightly here and there. You moan, begging. Fingers slip into my hair, insistent, tugging. It builds. The best thing about us is ... there are moments of want and moments of need. Slow, languid, sweet ... for now. You grind in small circles. Gorgeous! Two fingers press into your heat. You arch gloriously, call my name, and beg me to finish you.

The change comes. It always does. Sometimes with gale force winds, sometimes without ... oh god!! Gears shift; game on! Earlier was want; now you need! I peek; your eyes are shut – my fingers have stoked your furnace a notch or two. The engine of desire racing now, throttle wide open, I love you. Fingers tighten again. God yes!! My mouth devours you, loving you gently, insistently, tugging, teasing with my teeth, loving you as you pulse around me. Your legs are on my back, heels pressing. I feel them tremble with effort, tighten as you edge closer.

Gusting tail winds drive you to the finish. Grunts, from deep in your throat, thick, low, let me know you're close. I took my time with you early on, talking, teasing, doing the little things you love that left you frantic till it was time for more. You twitch - once, twice, throw your head back, cry out, and it takes you. Swept away in a tsunami of you, I ride out your bliss. I never tire of tasting you, pleasing you, giving to you. It's so frantic, so fabulous, I don't realize you've stopped until you shiver. Spent, limp, panting, you lay in a heap of beautiful under me. Fingers soothe as they caress damp skin. I don't realize you were asleep until I hear a tiny snore.

I smile, blissfully happy that I've given you what you need tonight. I give to you eagerly, knowing you'll do the same. I love that about us. I had affairs with women when Dylan was alive, some short, some not. While they were satisfying physically, I'm content and satisfied emotionally as well with you. Yeah there's the age thing but that's more in my head than yours. Dammit, I meant to ask if you'd lived with someone before. Actually, I thought it was on the tip of your tongue earlier. You must have, right? I had no idea how I was going to gather myself to get some sleep, though there are worse places to fall asleep than between the legs of your honey.

"Would you please come up here?" Oh, you're some sort of awake!! I crawled to find your sleepy blues and outstretched arms. "I'm so sorry, baby. I fell asleep. You did me so good I conked out!" My eyes filled. You're just so adorable.

"I love you; it's what you do when you do." You giggled.

"You're retarded, which is one of the things about us that, while it's a footnote, is part of why we get along so well." I'm not sure I'm retarded exactly, but I get the point. It's not like us, but we were kissing the whole time. Wink!

"I was actually getting comfy with my head on your thigh." More giggling; more kissing. "In about another ten hours or so I'd have fallen asleep ... after round two." Uh oh, I think round two is just beginning. You're a little shit, yet you flipped me to my back like I was a feather ... which I am so not!!

Leaning over me, wide awake gray eyes gleaming, you said, "You went to your back like a feather!" Damn her; she has to stop that. I have maybe another ... never mind. The urgency in your lips burned mine. It may have been the rather electric combination between your hips and lips that sent a charge from one to the other and back again. Can I get back to you on that? I believe I'm about to be made love to, feverishly!

Bending, you bit Sally's nipple. "I believe someone bit my nips earlier." Rut roh! Lifting, after a kiss, you said, "I think your Sunday morning just got very interesting." HELP!

She tore me up like a hurricane. (I'll have you know I wanted to write 'rocked me like a hurricane' and didn't. Think Scorpions. Hold your applause.)

Whatever a second wind is she had it – in spades, and then some. It stretches plausibility to say that after more than a year there was skin that wasn't known – for either of us. That said, I did mention that 'every time is a little bit new' didn't I? So let me lay back and enjoy. I'll be back later!!

Blondie insists I tell you how she loved me. She was rather proud of just how she wrecked me ... that night! I'll write it as if it was happening.

Your eyes were still a bit hazy, locked on mine. Words? Optional at best. You sensed I was desperate for your touch and were eager to give it to me. You smiled, climbed to your knees, pushed between my legs and kissed me softly. I had goose bumps; your arms were around my waist, pulling me to you. I moaned against your lips; you deepened the kiss. Our tongues slow danced.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 02



I admit that I was a bit frantic to cum after earlier. I was pretty sure I saw a look of unbridled desire in your eyes and couldn't help but wonder what you saw in mine! I tried to speak but the words didn't come. Instead, I held your gaze while your hands slid to my breasts, squeezing hard. The next few seconds were a battle. I wanted you to hurry; you wanted to take your damn sweet time with me like I had with you.

You begin with my neck... tongue, lips, teeth... my pulse quickens. Your lips on mine, we moan together as your fingers float over my tummy; my hips press to your hand. Your nails lightly scratch bottom to top, then circle but don't touch my clit. Fingers tease along the edge of kitty but don't go inside. I whimper. Bending your fingers, you press your knuckles to my folds. My god I'm so wet, lover. Harder, faster... your fingers apply more pressure. My body pleads for relief... twisting, turning, lifting. I know just a few well placed touches will send me over.

You're a puppeteer. Your mouth controls my arms, which alternate between flailing aimlessly and holding you close. Your fingers manipulate my legs, which tense, quiver, shake and press in desperation to the mattress. Tearing your mouth from mine I moan, "Please lover, stop teasing." My voice is ragged. You lower your mouth to my neck. You're not playing fair... you know how much it turns me on. I'm paralyzed by your assault. You know just what to do. You bite my shoulder; I cry out. I want to take back control but it feels too good. Panting, dizzy, I make my decision. In an act of surrender, I whisper, "Whatever you want, lover."

I can't imagine what I look like, hair probably a mess, a look of desperation in my eyes. 

"Spread your legs wide for me, baby."

The surprising command comes out of nowhere. I did, and felt you rub your breast along my aching pussy. My voice a growl, I say, "Fuck yes, Kara." I feel my juices flow yet again (or is it still) and wonder if they've coated your nipple. You hold your other breast and go straight for my clit. My eyes are shut, my head lolling side to side. I feel your breast rub up and down the length of my sex. It's so wanton, so sexy, and all I can do is buck wildly with my hips.

I'm wild with need, frantic for release. Finally, you dive into my sopping center. No waiting. I explode; bolts of light and heat savage me with a most glorious pleasure. Grabbing my hips allows you to stay with me. You're tight against my center, giving me everything you have. You take turns lapping with your tongue and sucking my throbbing clit into your mouth. I tried to hold in my scream of delight. When you slam three fingers into me and devour my clit I'm done. What started out as a low hum builds until it erupts from me. "Yes lover YES!!" As my scream fills the air, my body convulsed as another orgasm engulfed me. I think you almost lost your grip as I thrashed.

Eventually, when it slipped away, my hips slowed, my legs fell, and I lay exhausted, limp and motionless except for my breathing, which comes in shallow gasps. My eyes are shut; I'm trembling, aftershocks rippling through me. Minutes go by; the ceiling fan brings the gift of cool air to heated skin... chilly but refreshing. I feel your hands caress me. You nuzzle against me; I still can't move. Finally, you lift from between my legs. When I find them, I look into the warmest blue eyes I've ever seen. You smile at my desolation. All I know is I'm wrecked, grateful and need sleep. Your kiss is soft and sweet. Almost in sync, we reach and grab whatever we can and pull it over us, and snuggle. Your body covers mine; arms and legs instinctively snake around each other.

In a low, soft voice you say, "Just think, that was only the first four ways." I snorted. You're a goof. That's the last thing I remember until I woke up in your arms the next morning.

** June 20th **

Bette and I spent some time talking about my fears about the age thing. She never chides me, never suggests I'm foolish or worrying too much. And I know I am. I don't let it pollute what we have; I treasure it, and her, too much. All done!

Bette laughed at some of the goofy things we did on our double date saying, among other things, "It's just wonderful that you're so open with your daughter. You were very right to bring up the notion that you're not buddy-buddy with her. I've never gotten that sense about the two of you."

I mentioned something that had floated around in my crazy ole noggin. "Children, as they get older, are like butterflies – you can chase them with nets and may catch them, but you'll never really capture them." Bette smiled broadly at that.

"That's very well said, Lissy! I'll remember that!!" Do you have children, Bette? Are you more like me than I know? "Can you tell me what that sentence means to you? Why it came to you the way it did when it did?" She stumped me a little with that one.

"I think about this a lot, I guess, but what brought it to the fore was Memorial Day. You're a child's everything for the early part of their life. School begins to diminish that, though they 'have to' come home every day." We both smiled. "Anyway, your influence on them diminishes with age. Going away to college is a major rending of the umbilical cord. I went away, but I had to pay for a portion of my tuition. I made damn sure all three had the choice to go away. Rachel made the decision to stay in Chicago, but I urged her to live in a dorm and not come home too much."

"How did she react to that?" I laughed.

"She hated me." We both laughed. "I leaned on Dylan to be vocal in his support of me." I shrugged. "Son of a bitch gave me what was at best tepid support. Naturally, once acclimated, she hardly ever came home. I was fine with that. I was working; it wasn't hard for me to arrange dinners after work. She loved getting a free, non cafeteria meal. Anyway, the butterflies." That got a smile. "I'm officially an empty nester with a part time live at home kid." I was afraid this might happen. My eyes watered and my throat kinda closed. Take a deep breath, Lissy! "It's the best way for my kids, but sometimes what's best for them isn't exactly the easiest for their Mom." I couldn't help it. Tears came; not in rivers, but they came. "I'm pretty sure just about every mother goes through this but they're mine and I miss that early part where I was their everything." I dabbed at my eyes, smiled, and said, "Okay, I'm done now!" Bette laughed.

"Are you now?" Her voice warm, she said, "They're lucky to have you as their mom, Lissy. Being gay doesn't begin to describe or define you. Being a mom, while it's not your everything, is much more of who you are and what you're about. Without slighting Kara, who you're in a relationship with isn't as central to you as your kids."

"I wanted the guy who took the air out of the room all those years ago to be that. He wasn't, and now he's dead." Soft eyes looked at me. I blurted it out before I could stop myself. "I quit on him." Good god, where in the hell did that come from? Bette looked as startled as I felt. "I said it so it must be true." An eyebrow lifted. "Ya got me, girlfriend." She laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. A colloquialism isn't exactly appropriate here."

"It's not?"

"Is it?" Deep huh!

"It's your session remember? I'm just along for the ride. You do the work, I make sure things run smoothly and ask questions to help you stay on track, get the most out of your time. I'm not your girlfriend, but it's a commonly used phrase. I'm hardly offended."  Girlfriend ... hmm, I wonder what it would be like to be your girlfriend, Bette. "You're deep in thought, Lissy." I panicked! God almighty, I can't tell her that! It's totally not appropriate.

"Um, I had a thought flash through my mind that ..." Shut the fuck up! Do NOT do this! "Never mind, Bette. Let me keep that to myself. Please." I need a drink! Or a hammer. Or a lock and key for my mouth. Can I embarrass myself any more? Jesus H!!

"Well, we're out of time today anyway." Talk about being saved by the bell!! "You'll have a week to decide if you want to bring it up again." Think Davey Jones locker. That ain't seeing the light of day, let alone comin' outta my mouth.

I was nearly catatonic as I walked. I was supposed to meet Kara for dinner. Astonished and shamed by what I'd thought, I wondered how evident the guilt would be on my face. Blondie can see right through me. For god's sake, she completes sentences, let alone says what I'm thinking. To top that, the first thing she asks is how the session went. I'll blush, she'll want to know more, and I'll pass out from embarrassment. Unlike Saturday morning; oh my gawd, Saturday morning!! I laughed out loud as I walked, drawing a couple of smiles as well as stares. Oh people, you should know the pleasure of the building shaker that I had without ever being touched. This cougar blew the top off the orgasm meter. And that's hardly a knock on blondie, who was right there with me. There are some things better left unsaid in a relationship, especially when you take into account the rockin' good Sunday we had. I laughed again. Yeah, the Sunday after that Saturday night we had. I floated to the restaurant, having completely forgotten about ole Bette.

A brilliant smile, her voice warm, Kara kissed me and said, "You look like you just came; are you still pacified?"

My kiss was equally warm. "Mm hmm!"

"Me too, baby." She blinked, thought, and said, "Maybe that's it. You walked right?" I nodded. "And you came while you walked." It was half question, half statement and one hundred percent wrong. And I'm one hundred percent certain I'm not gonna tell her why I was smiling. Or not!

"I was thinking about our Saturday morning, lover." You smiled, the blues going gray in an instant. I shivered. "I think I called it a building shaker." You laughed, loudly. "There was another thought about destroying the orgasm meter."

"Dear god, woman, you did that to me this weekend too." Your voice was low and thick as sludge. My panties were already soaked from the pacifier, let alone my thoughts of the weekend. When her voice gets like that, she could read the phone book and I'd blow up into a billion pieces. "You look like you could cum again." See what I mean about her?

"It's your voice; it runs through me like ... oh hell I don't know." Insane giggling followed.

"How was your session?" Goddammit, I knew she'd do that at some point along the way. We'd finished dinner and were walking to your condo. Maybe not being at a table, having you stare at me from a foot or two away would make the difference. "You're blushing, Lissy. What's that about?" Taxi! You love her; don't be such a wuss.

"We were talking about something and I made a comment like 'You got it girlfriend.' I felt silly and apologized. Bette told me she wasn't offended, then said something about not being my girlfriend." You were laughing by now, which kind of pissed me off. "What's so goddamn funny?" Make that laughing like crazy.

"You're embarrassed about thinking of Bette as your girlfriend aren't you?" I hate her! "You are just adorable Lissy Stone!" You set my lips on fire with your kiss. Okay, well not so much about that hate thing. Right on the street, in the heart of the second biggest city, we kissed, your hands roaming. I pulled you tight, mostly to keep your hands off me. Yeah right! You grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me a good half an inch closer.

"We're in the Loop, on the sidewalk." You nodded. "Can we just walk please?" You nodded. We didn't move. Fine! I moved my hands to your blouse, unbuttoning the top button. Still kissing, you snorted, laughing. You did the same to me. I unbuttoned another button. You pulled my blouse out of my skirt! I needed to nip this in the bud! I pulled away from you, took your hand, blushing furiously, and we walked. Well, I walked. You stood your ground.

"Button the buttons on my blouse, pet." I did. "Unbutton two on yours." I paled. "That was not a request." I did. You started walking as I did. "Leave the blouse out of your skirt." You took my hand and we walked. "I was tempted to tap your pacifier when we were kissing, Lissy." I moaned. I had almost cum when I walked to meet my honey. There was an odd look on your face when you stopped and turned. "You want me to?" I was torn. I didn't like the look on your face. You stepped in, kissed me, and tapped the plastic three times, quickly.

You know cartoons where something runs into a wall and crumbles into all kinds of nothing? The hand that tapped the plastic went to my butt. The other hand held my back. I shivered as we kissed. You bit my tongue; I whimpered. I have no idea if there's a master plan that's being played out, orchestrated by my blonde. I just know that ... shut up Lissy.

We watched a movie that night - 'The Color of Money.' I have a mad girl crush on Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio. Do NOT try typing that drunk! I'm not, by the way. I have something of a 'thing' for Helen Shaver based on her role in 'Desert Hearts.' And the late and dearly departed Paul Newman, while a dude, has always been easy on the eyes. And as Forrest would say, "That's all I have to say about that." During a commercial, beautiful went to the kitchen to refill our glasses while I went potty. You were on the couch when I came back and once again lay your head on my lap.

"Where did you get those glasses? I saw one at your house." I nodded.

"I bought 'em at a dollar store. They hold thirty two ounces, which is good for lazy summer nights on the patio or watching TV with a cute blonde." She turned and smiled at me, then stuck a potato chip in her mouth. "Why do we eat those one at a time while men eat them by the handful?"

"We have a uterus and they don't, meaning we're much smarter. Want one, by the way?" I shook my head.

"That's really never been questioned, at least by sensible men – defined as one who wants to get laid tonight. And no thank you about the chips. I guess I didn't tell you I'm a potato chip whore." I got a 'WTF' look; blondie quickly sat up and stared at me. "It's hurtful to confess but it's true."

"Did I really hear that correctly; potato chip whore?" I nodded. She giggled. "I think this needs additional explanation." This has potential! We were both giggling.

"It's not a recognized condition yet but I can not stop eating the goddamn things. I'll down an entire bag in a sitting. For instance, I'll eat the whole thing before halftime during football season. Or, on certain occasions, I've been known to use them as comfort food. There was a time when I got an A- on a ..." Blondie shook her head and laid it on my lap again.

"Just stop with the bullshit." I feigned mortal injury. "And stop with the injured look too." I pouted. "That too!" Bitch took a potato chip out of the bag, licked it and moaned, her eyes closing and shoulders rolling side to side. And she tells me that she loves me!!

"It's the same with Twizzlers." (How can this damn spell check NOT know what Twizzlers are?? I'm outraged!) She stopped and looked. "Uh huh, if I bought a bag, I could do half a bag in a two hour movie." Her head nodded slowly.

"This I so can relate to!" Thank god there's another one. "Satan himself created those damn things." Another chip, more licking, and even more obscene moans poured from the mouth I love to molest. "Care for one, pet?" Evil incarnate!

"Yes please, miss." 

She sat up again and turned so that she was sitting next to me. She took another chip out of the bag, waved it under my nose, and said, "Earn it." What on earth?

"What do I have to do?" Blue eyes gleamed with glee and malice ... I think.

"Undress me." Shit, I'd do that without chips. I did. She rubbed a damn chip all over Sunny then popped it in her mouth. Made a long process out 'hunting' for another and did the same on Delight. I have a feeling I know what was next. She rubbed the next one over her right foot and between her toes. Oh ick! Well maybe not; I had a feeling I'd find out soon. The next chip was for her left foot. Okay, now I know where the next one is going.

"This lovely potato chip is going to kiss kitty. Are you jealous, pet?" Pathetic! Better to learn now that the woman I love would stoop to such depths. Better to just play along.

"Yes miss. How may I earn a potato chip, miss?"

"How do you think a potato chip slut should ask that question, pet?" The goddamn things are capable of warping your brain. I know this!!

"How may a potato chip whore earn her reward, miss?" Bitch actually patted my head and, to tease me, kissed me ... with a mouth full of chips. She tried to give some to me by pushing her tongue in my mouth. I'm a whore; I opened my mouth. She giggled; me too. I love the way she tastes, chips or not.

"Start with my feet! Kiss them, lick them, love them well." Next time I'll keep my mouth shut. I got to my knees, took her foot in my hand, and began.

Later, we lay in bed, the fan cooling us, kissing, smoothing wet strays from each other's face. You'll probably not be too shocked to know the potato chip affair led to lovemaking. We were sweet and tender with each other tonight; we're always good together. Wink.

"Do you remember when we met?" Silly blonde.

"Of course I do; it was a LinkedIn women in banking networking thing. I dragged Dylan with me. He was not happy until I told him I'd pay for drinks. Anyway, why do you bring it up?"

"Do you remember what I said to you?" Vaguely; it was something silly about pets. "'Do you have pets?' You looked at me like I was one of those wacko animal lovers or something."

"Yeah, that was it. I knew it was something about pets? You hadn't even introduced yourself yet. That tickles."

"Good; I knew you were with who I now know to be Dylan. I thought you were cute. I followed up with 'Why bother with puppies when you can have a kitty.'" I remember wanting to crawl under a table.

"Okay, let's remember. I was with my husband at a professional networking event. I was being hit on by a woman I didn't know, who, it turns out, is a lesbian. You asked an off-the-wall question out of nowhere. That about sum it up?"

You'd begun to position yourself, head on your hand, looking at me. I'm always amazed how pretty your eyes are, how full of life they are. "Snarky but yeah, that's about it. I thought you were cute. I introduced myself ..."

"Finally." You laughed and kissed me.

"Yeah okay – finally. You introduced me to Dylan, who was positively disinterested." That pretty much sums it up. "We exchanged business cards. I called you the next day." I was blushing. It was embarrassing.

"You asked me out on a date."

"I asked you to go to lunch ya goof. Remember where?"

"Course I do – Berghoff's."

"Right, The Berghoff." Shit, I always get that wrong. "You acted like I had a hotel room waiting for us after lunch."

"The way your eyes were eating me up I thought you did." Oh my god, she's doing it again with those eyes.

The weather that was so gorgeous earlier? Not so much now!! It was raining 'end of the world' hard! Mama Nature was putting on quite a show! Which gave me an idea.

"Come on you; let's go take advantage of this rain to have some more fun!" I grabbed your hand and tugged.

"Where are we going?" I hurried us out of the bedroom, through the living room, and to our destination.

"YOU ARE SO NOT!"

I so am! I giggled.

"It's just water, lover. We're already naked. We can sit on the chairs and watch the lightning and thunder ... and more." We were outside now, already being soaked in the downpour. I pulled you close, kissed you, and murmured, "We won't have to shower after we... umm."




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 02



We did – um, that is!!

***

I called you Friday night. "Are you having a delicious Friday, baby?" I was pacified as instructed. I smiled.

"We need to go on a date this weekend, Kara. Since it's my idea I'll let you decide where and when. I'll come pick you up; this time's on me. Next can be yours; I'll pick the time and place." I had my fingers crossed, though I was pretty sure you wouldn't complain. Am I hearing sniffles? Sheesh, your voice led me to think so.

"I love you." I know. "It's a great idea. I'll think of something. Do you care where and what we do?" Uh, no!

"I'm gonna be with you... that's all that matters." After a short pause, you asked, "Did the two of you do this stuff?" Yeah; that's part of my why. We had, now and then. I know – there were kids and such. But I had read an article on Yahoo that said something like thirty percent of married couples had some sort of routine that included time together.

"I've read some things that say that couples don't spend enough quality time just on them. It mentioned that an amazing percentage of those who do say they're happy." Deep breath, Lissy.  "I want us to be part of them, Kara."

I knew you were crying which, honest to god, wasn't my intent. I love how we are. I just wanted a smidge more, and I thought this could be part of that 'more.'

"I do too, baby. What do you want me to wear?" You caught me off guard with that.

"Nothing?" You laughed.

"You may be lots older than me, Lissy, but you have a young spirit. I didn't know it that night when we met but I do now." Your voice got quiet. "And I love you!" There was a little 'oomph' behind your 'love.' Yay me!

"So you pick the time, place and we dress the way we choose. What about after dinner?"

"Do you want me to pick something to do afterwards?" I had only thought of all this nonsense just before I called.

"It can be a bunch of something or a whole lot of nothing as far as I'm concerned. We'll figure it out as we go."

"You're amazing; do you know that?" No! I was blushing though.

"We're terrific and I'll do about any and every to make sure we continue to be, lover!" Said with feeling!

"So this is tomorrow, right?" Blonde!

"Yup!" Oh god; I just had the funniest thought!!

"Can I come to the house and make mad and passionate?" Kitty wept. I was smiling... and panting.

"No; and no touching tonight for either of us." I heard your moan and smiled. "Let's make tomorrow something special even though it's not." Did that even make sense?

"Are you as wet as I am right now?" Gawd yes!! "I'm shivering so you know." Yay me! I had a 'sympathy' shiver.

"Hearing you say that made me shiver. And no, I'm not lying!!" I wasn't either.

"No touching huh? And I thought you were the pet in this relationship." Hee hee.

"I know you did, pet." I am so dead! A more than ominous silence followed.

You voice soft and measured, you said, "I'll have to cook up a little something for you, dearest." I gulped!

"Yes, miss; thank you, miss." Will that work?

"Nice try, but that won't work?" How does she DO that? "And if you're wondering how I know what you're thinking, don't bother." I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it – again. "I know you, Lissy, inside and out." I was squirming in bed. My skin was hot, my nipples ... I can't touch. I was going to have to change the sheets in the morning. "Why are you so quiet? You're not touching yourself are you?" Ha!

"My edict was for you, not me." She's gonna kill me. Another 'ominous' quiet; my heart pounded ... loudly.

"Hi Mom, we're home." Oh fuck! I hurried to the chair and pulled on my robe.

"I have to go, lover. Rach and June are here." Your laugh was loud and long.

"Just in the nick of time, too. Stopped you from breaking your rule, didn't they?" I'm blushing and totally not telling.

"I love you, ya brat." More laughing. "I'm smiling, but you probably knew that."

"Good; tell the girls I said hi. Talk to ya tomorrow, baby!"

I was at the top of the stairway, the girls were halfway up. Both in summer gear – one in a blue top, one in a green top, both in denim, geometric-patterned short shorts!! Oh to be young! It was 9:30; they both had sunglasses on. New chic? I don't even know what old chic was. Both kissed me at the same time. I gave them both hugs and kisses.

"Did I know you were coming home, young lady?" My blonde ... um, my daughter laughed. Rich, loud, her head thrown back. June smiled shyly at me. 

"You owe me a dollar, lover." Good god, maybe I am that predictable. "I had to work today." Oh geez, that's right. "June came and picked me up. We had dinner and came here. Thought we'd spend the night, make breakfast, and head back to the city in the morning." Hello?

"And what about spending time with your Mother? Is that anywhere on the play sheet?" June laughed.

"We're even, blondie." I give up! "She didn't believe me when I told her you'd ask about that." Their body language and the looks that passed between them told me they weren't likely to talk very long. We'd see about that.

"Girls, come into my bedroom." They followed me as I talked. "I'm going on a date with Kara tomorrow night and I want to surprise her with how I'm dressed."

"And you want us to help pick out your clothes?" Rach was right about June; sharp as a tack. Rach stared at me, stared at her honey.

"Really Mom? Surprise her how?"

"I had it in my mind to wear something sleek, sexy. It's dinner and then ... hmm, we never really talked about after. Dancing I guess; more." I feel foolish, out of touch. We had dated of course, but really early on it was more figuring out ways to meet without attracting attention. It's one of the pitfalls of having a lover while married. Yeah, I wasn't so sure that was a good thing to have shared with Rachel.

"You want us to help you do sleek and sexy, Mom?" June emphasized 'Mom,' but she smiled, letting me know she was teasing me.

"Do fifty six year old women wear sleek and sexy?"

"Rachel Marie!"

"It's okay, Juney wooney." The both laughed. "She's being a brat. She comes by it honestly." June was already up and in my closet. My insecurities pushed me to my feet to see if I could help. 

I was met by a very shocked June, who said, "Do you actually own this?" Oh god, I'd only worn it once. Dylan had attacked me that night. The black leather skirt was a mini, just what I was looking for. We scoured the forest for something to go with it. I need a new wardrobe for this me. June laughed and pulled a blouse off the rack. I paled. I can't wear that in public.

Rachel screeched. "June, she's my Mother!!" We both looked at her. "Well, I'm just sayin'!" June looked at me, mirth in her eyes.

"You gonna try this on?" Uh, I have a robe over my nakedness.

I took it from her and said, "I'll get a bra and change in the bathroom."

"You can't wear a bra with that blouse." I knew that! But I'm not about to show these children my boobs.

Miss piss and vinegar said, "We're all girls, we all have breasts. Your daughter has seen yours; she's seen mine. What's all the fuss about?" Crimson; I was positive I was head-to-toe crimson. Blondie figured it out.

"Mom's not wearing anything under the robe, June. She's not worried about putting the blouse on." I was in the middle of regretting asking them to help, though I was pretty certain I never would have picked that combination to wear.

Mustering the remnants of my dignity, I took the blouse and skirt and said, "I'll be right back." As I walked past my daughter, whose eyes showed amusement, I said, "You need to keep quiet." She giggled. I debated about panties and decided to skip it. I might be commando but I had no intention of 'showing off' my charms. Tonight.

I wiggled into the skirt and zipped it. I looked in the mirror. Damn, it still fits, and looks pretty hot. I turned one hip to the mirror then the other. Yes of course I turned around and looked over my shoulder at my butt. All righty then! Let's figure out the other part of this puzzle.

I remember who I wore it for. I remember buying it. The young clerk's look said, 'You? This? Really?' I used the Teri Hatcher line from 'Seinfeld' – 'They're real and they're fabulous.' She gawked. I flounced ... out of the store. Marissa Allyn was her name. When I met her, she hadn't turned fifty yet and looked forty. An inch taller than me, she kept her loose brown curls long. A model when she was younger, she'd kept her figure. Legs for miles, gorgeous skin, big brown eyes – the woman was to die for. I was determined to take her; she bedded me. I wanted a relationship; she was single, gay, and career oriented. When work called, she was gone. As in, one airline merged with another. Her home base changed. End of story. I cried for weeks; naturally, Dylan wanted to know who 'he' was.

All of that took place as I pulled the blouse over my head and tied the string on my neck. Backless, the silk gathered high on my butt, falling just over my mounds. The deep scoop gave wandering eyes access to Sally and Jesse, though they could also be seen from the side. I am middle aged, but I could wear the damn thing and look better than good, if I do say!

"Darlings, there will be no bra for you tomorrow night!" They perked right up! "Let's go hear from the peanut gallery."

The gallery was sitting cross legged on my bed. Jaws dropped, eyes widened. Rachel's hand went to her mouth. June broke out in a huge grin that threatened to burst off her face. I was thrilled with their response, and of course I blushed. I turned slowly to shrieks. I giggled. I'm gonna say they like it.

"Please excuse me for saying it this way, Lissy, but you look very MILF-ish." My daughter glared at her honey and slugged her shoulder. "What? Your Mom is stunning in her outfit." Turning back to me, she said, "Some sheer black thigh highs, a red thong, and you'll have every man AND woman ogling you." She laughed. "Kara is gonna be pissed." Oh I know! Rach was still glaring; I waited.

"Mom, who are you trying to impress? Kara already has the hots for you. June, help! It's my Mom! She looks so good."

"What, am I not allowed to look sexy?" June's head turned to her blonde. I went to my dresser, got a pair of panties, and pulled them on. Why not right? I was already blushing.

"No, of course you are. I just ... I've never seen you dressed like this." I didn't dress like this anymore when you came along, sweetie. Not gonna tell her that, though. "Did you ... oh, never mind."

"No, you will not 'never mind.' Talk to your Mom." She made it better by giving my little girl a kiss.

I don't want to leave her on the edge of a cliff. "I bought the top for someone I wanted to impress ... seduce, to be more honest. I did wear the skirt once with your Dad. He ... he liked it." She smiled. Good. I don't want her thinking I didn't love him. I did once.

The two of them looked at each other and I knew what was coming next.

"Mom, I'm pretty tired from work." Tired huh? They won't get to sleep for hours. "If it's okay, we're gonna head to bed." I laughed – inside. Not ' gonna get some sleep,' but 'gonna head to bed.' Oh well, if Kara was here, we'd be doing what they're gonna do. Yup, all that was as they both kissed and hugged me. I did the same.

"Lissy, I apologize if I was being too forward. It was meant as a compliment." I smiled.

"No apologies necessary. I know it was, and I was not so secretly thrilled both of you like the outfit."

"The woman wearing the outfit is pretty awesome, Mom." She kissed me again, giving my neck a thorough squeeze. They bounded off, hand in hand. 

I fell backwards on the bed and lay there. I heard giggling from the next room. With a sigh, I got up, closed and locked the door, and leaned against it. I put my right arm in the air, made a fist, and brought it down – you know the gesture! I have to buy the stockings June mentioned. There will be NO thong for this MILF! I'd figure out what shoes to wear, though I was pretty sure no one would be looking at them. I giggled. I pushed the zipper down, wiggled out of the skirt, taking the panties with it. Once past my hips, it floated to the floor. After undoing the strips around my neck, I pulled the blouse over my head. Naked again, and proud of the way they both had ogled me.

***

I woke up slowly Saturday morning. I stretched languidly, gloriously, making delicious grunty noises as I shivered and raised my arms far above my head. The scent of me lingered from last night. After dropping the clothes on the bench in front of bed, I had crawled in, still smiling. I knew what I'd said. I also knew what I needed.

I needed down and dirty, hot and hard. My legs were spread, my fingers buried in my sex. I groaned in delight when my fingers found clitty, who had long ago risen from her hiding place. I knew from the way I was moving, from the way I tingled, and from the moans that crept from deep in my throat that it would be a spectacular explosion when it happened. And I wanted it to happen NOW! My mouth hung open as I gasped. Fingers deep in the heated, silky depths, I hurried, wasting no time, wanting ... oh dear god!! My pearl throbbed as I tore at it. The fire was gloriously hot. It rolled slowly in waves, spreading thickly, consuming me. I quaked, helpless now as the storm approached. The cry was sharp and short; short because my throat closed when it blew up deep inside me. Rockets of bliss screamed, explosions of bright reds, blues, and more behind my eyes. I lost track of what my body was doing, no control, clueless.

I lay in bed and remembered. Kitty and Ms. P smiled with me. Sally and Jesse let me know they thought it was just dandy. There's that place deep in my body that speaks to me when I've been well pleasured. It hummed contentedly. Lover, I hope you like my surprise tonight. I know you'll do the most amazing things to me when it's over. I sighed, happy to be in love, eager to begin my day, cuz the sooner my day finishes, the sooner my night begins! That thought kept me warm in the shower.

The first text was already on my phone. It was sent at 7:30.

Morning sweetheart. Tossing and turning last night thinking of you. How are things baby? Hope you were able to get some sleep... I love you. Soft morning kisses!

I smiled when I read it and tingled in the shower. No, I did not touch! I'd wait. 

I sent my reply before heading downstairs about 8:30.

Morning - drinking coffee. Yummy!!! Love soft morning kisses!!! xxoo

I wore panties, a robe, and a smile on my face when I opened my bedroom door. The smell of bacon and coffee greeted me. Ah, to have adult children home, up early, making breakfast. Yay me!

Joyful voices and big smiles greeted me. Hugs and kisses all around. I poured coffee as the energy twins made me a plate, jabbering away at dizzying speed.

Waffles, drowned in butter and syrup, and bacon, lots of bacon. Rach knows about me and bacon! And coffee!! Totally decadent, it must not be done too often. If you're going to overindulge at my age, might as well just staple the suckers to your hips.

Another text: On my way to get the emissions and inspection done. Oh joy! xoxo

Another reply: Fingers crossed for you! xxoo

Two young women sat, joined ... no Lissy, don't go there! Hand in hand, soft eyes, body language screaming 'lovers who had loved.' They smiled; I smiled. When I made a move to get up for more coffee, June bounded up, took my cup, and said, "You have nothing to do here this morning, Mom. Breakfast and cleanup are on us." I looked; blue eyes nodded.

"Well thank you both very much. This is a most welcome surprise. You'll have to spend Friday night here more often." Mad giggles ensued. I said what I had on purpose, to elicit those giggles. I wonder if they'd heard me.

"Did you sleep well, Mom?" Oh gawd!

"Actually, yes I did." Answer the question and shut up might work. I took a sip of freshly poured coffee.

"Do you have everything you need for tonight?" Actually no.

"I like your idea of sheer black thigh highs, June. I have to go buy those. I do have everything else though."

"Are you going to get your hair done?" I groaned.

"We didn't decide on this till yesterday morning." I hadn't. "There wasn't time to call and make an appointment."

"Will you call and tell me about Kara's reaction, Mom? I'm already dying to know what she thought." She looked at June; they smiled. "We're betting you're late for dinner." I laughed. It could happen!

"That's pretty funny and really, it's not impossible. I'm positive she'll be shocked." The giggles continued.

"Are you going to do some shopping? It seems like your wardrobe is somewhat tame." June's comment stung – but just a little. She was right. I was hardly going to fill my closet with clothes like I would wear tonight, but I most certainly would spruce up my arsenal. I did wonder why I hadn't thought of it sooner! Maybe spruce up and spice up.

"And I suppose the two of you want to be my clothing consultants?" Rach asked the logical question.

"You mean you wouldn't have Kara help you?" The trap was about to close.

"Oh, of course; but we'd probably wind up being late for dinner." So there! They both laughed.

"Good one, Mom!" June turned to my kid and said, "I know you have one, and now I see where you get that wicked sense of humor, girlfriend!" Her girlfriend leaned in and kissed her honey.

"I'm gonna need therapy with all this shameless activity going on in my presence." They pawed at each other just cuz. I laughed and picked up my dishes.

"Oh no you don't. That's ours to do." June's voice was all kinds of pretend stern. "Shoo, go, we'll clean up."

I put my plate and cup down. "Thank you both for a very delicious breakfast." I walked to my daughter and kissed her. "For some reason breakfast tastes better when someone else makes it." June tilted her cheek a bit for my kiss. "Are you headed out to start your day soon?"

In unison they said, "Yup." Well, actually it was a 'yup' and a 'yes' but who cares. My phone buzzed; another text. June's look was something of a leer as she said, "Let us know how late you were." Blondie smirked. Yeah right.

"Count on it!" I headed to the patio, turned, grabbed my coffee cup and poured some fresh. I smiled, wiggled my fingers, and headed for that patio.

"Passed! I'm looking forward to tonight. I know where we're going; gotta make reservations. Dress sexy! Soft kisses on your neck!" On my neck? WTF!

"::Pout:: You mad at me, giving me a kiss on my neck? Winky wink"

Though the sun was on the other side of the house, there was a gentle summer breeze, and a few puffy white clouds strolled merrily across the late June sky. There's really no reason to tell you what I was thinking other than to let you know A. How crazy our minds are and B. Maybe somebody out there might benefit from hearing about my experience. I do promise not to drag it on for very long.

Our insurance agent came to the wake. We'd been with Edith (Edie) O'Connor for maybe fifteen years. She suggested that I not make any major decisions for at least six months. I skipped something. She hugged me at the wake, consoled me about Dylan's death, and asked me to call when I was up to it. It turned out to be a little over a month later. To keep this short, we focused on the mortgage. Do I pay off the house? The older two were married, Rach would be graduating soon (then), and tax breaks were a concern. We decided to use the insurance proceeds to make the house payments in the short run. I'm still doing it now. There may be other ways, but it was a little like getting a raise and it helped.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 03



** June 27th **

"I really messed up with Rach last Sunday after dinner. She and June were teasing me about Kara and I moving in together. She asked if they'd be allowed to stay overnight; I teased and said we'd see. She was hurt by that. As I thought about what I'd said, I had a moment or two when I missed him." I shook my head. "I guess that's pretty normal. Even with Kara in my life, it hasn't been that long."

We were about halfway through the session, having talked about bikini shopping, the silliness after dinner, and several other things.

"You can understand why Rachel reacted the way she did can't you?" I answered without hesitation.

"Of course I can. It was meant as a joke, but it was poorly thought out and something I should never have said." I thought for a couple of seconds and added, "To any of my children but especially to my youngest."

"Did she seem okay when she and June left later?"

"I'd say so, yes."

"I'm not sure I'd worry too much, Lissy. Rachel knows you love her. She misses her Dad; that's only natural. But she has you as her anchor. It was a slip of the tongue, no malice intended. And she has June. Don't underestimate that!"

I smiled. "Kara, very much out of the blue, asked June to share some more about her family. She's really a sweet kid who misses her Grandmother very much." I recounted a few of the things she'd shared.

"I like June a lot, Lissy. From what you've told me, she's well grounded, even with the mess with her father. However she and Rachel came together, it feels to me like that's a good, healthy relationship." I felt very good for my daughter.

"I really enjoy being with the two of them. Oh, I forgot about this. Kara asked me if I had gone out of my way to make June feel at home, her family situation being what it is. June not having gone home since being away at school really bugs me, but that's me talking as a Mother." I took a breath. "Can I change the subject; I just thought of something I wanted to bring up?" A smiling Bette nodded. "Have you heard about that teacher in San Diego who got fired from her job because of her abusive ex-husband?" Bette's pretty face darkened for a moment.

"If there are follow up details, I'm not aware of them, but yes, I saw the story a couple of weeks ago. Would I be correct in assuming your interest comes from your ... history?" I nodded, even as I felt my stomach tighten as it usually did when we talked about this. "I figured as much." Bette looked at the clock. "We don't have much time left if this is going to take a while." I knew that.

"There's a part of me that understands the school's position, especially the way the last few years have gone. And a case could be made, I suppose, that it would be impractical to carry her on the payroll while hiring another teacher." Bette nodded. "But when in the hell are people in general going to wake up to the notion, as the woman from the YWCA said, that one in three women are victims of domestic violence. We're being beaten and killed all the time. And if we arm ourselves, we're prosecuted as if we've committed a crime. I had to put on a happy face for my children so that they wouldn't hate their father." The tears had started a couple of sentences ago. "I doubt that happy face worked. And I'm sorry for saying this, but as much as part of me loves him, I'm goddamn glad the son of a bitch is DEAD!" The last word was a shriek; my voice had gotten louder with each word. Bette never moved; her facial expression remained neutral. My heart raced as I tried to calm myself. I reached for the Kleenex and wiped away my tears of frustration and anger.

"I'm crying because I'm angry with myself for crying; frustrated that I still react that way. I keep it in so much, trying to live, trying to forget." My voice dropped to a near whisper. "And Kara got over the door restraints and hooked me up to them Saturday night when we got home. I was naked, on the balcony, as she whipped me with the crop, and I loved it. When she finally fucked me with the strap on I almost passed out I came so hard and so often." I couldn't look up. I was partly turned on and partly embarrassed about sharing what I had. I heard Bette clear her throat and looked up. She was flushed. I'd never seen her show any emotion other than the brief flicker of anger I mentioned earlier so I was surprised.

I don't know if I needed to, but it felt like I should say something. "Was that too personal Bette?" She shook her head but I'm going to ask one more question. "I don't like mixing one with the other. The intimate part of my relationship with Kara is separate from what I'm here to talk about." Great! I meant to ask that as a question and didn't.

"I understand. That was very powerful, Lissy, thank you for sharing. It was too raw, too spontaneous to be anything other than real. I haven't pushed you to talk about this, but it's clear to me that there's still a lot of anger you haven't dealt with." Does she not get that I don't want to talk about it; deal with it? That I'm dealing with it every damn day? "We have a lot to cover next time. Do you have any thoughts on the restraints, the crop and such?" Oh yes!

"We've talked about it all. Nothing is done without us discussing it. Well, she didn't tell me that was what she had in store for me Saturday night." I smiled. "I like being surprised that way." Bette nodded. I need validation. "That's okay isn't it?" She cocked her head a little and shrugged just a bit.

"Why would you think it wouldn't be? If it's something two who share intimacy and love agree on, then one surprising the other doesn't strike me as wrong." Yup, she made air quotes. "The two of you play in a way that not only works for you, but that you each agree to. I suspect there's more."

"We did laugh a little when we talked about the restraints and surprises. Some of it involved blindfolds and a threesome. My idea was that we pretend; Kara one upped me by insinuating we could 'pretend' to pretend, leaving me to guess who it was that was ravishing me." Bette smiled at my choice of words -- I think!

"We're out of time for today. I enjoyed your choice of words, Lissy. The two of you sound like you're very much in love. It's fantastic there's so much trust between you. But as much as anything, I like the communication."

We said our goodbyes as always. As I walked I wondered if it was my imagination that Bette's eyes seemed a little brighter today than normal. The flush was unusual. I couldn't help wonder what was going on in that head of hers.

***

"You look tired, baby. You okay?' I was getting settled in my chair after we'd kissed. Another Thursday, another dinner - this time we were outside. I'd had to walk a little from Bette's office but whatever. I was with my honey and, oh my god that smile!!! Kitty reminded me she liked it as well. Hee hee.

I said, "Kitty wanted me to ask if we were having a sleepover tonight." Your beer glass stopped and your head turned.

"Say what?" I giggled. "Did you ask what I think you did?" I nodded. "It's on the list of reasons I love you."

"Oh yeah, that list of yours. List, I'd like to introduce you to Kara. Kara, say hello to List."

"You're fucking nuts."

"No, I'm Melissa Eileen. Fucking nuts must be your other girlfriend, the one you see on nights when you're not with me." Our server heard the last bit of that as she approached the table, laughed, turned, and walked away. "Now look what you've done, lover. You've made that cute little girl quit her job. She's going to enter a convent, become a nun, and not talk to anyone for the next seventy years about what she heard today." Dumbfounded, you sat in silence, staring at me.

"What the hell, Lissy! Does Bette give you some sort of drug that does this to you?" I giggled as I had another thought.

"By the way, about that list of yours -- Kitty wants it known that she has a few reasons of her own that she'd like to add. It seems, however, that she's a little tied up at the moment." I saw your eyes flick over my shoulder. Oh this poor girl.

"Well now ladies, I don't need a gratuity from your table. I'll be telling stories for months and won't have to buy a drink till I have no idea. I almost hate to ask the two of you 'May I take your order?'" She left five minutes later, the three of us still laughing. She came back with more napkins and drinks she insisted were on the house. We walked home.

"You know we're goddamn lucky she didn't call the rubber room squad. They'd have come with their smiles and their comfy white jackets and put us in safe rooms with no sharp edges." I took a sip of my wine.

"Can we both wear one jacket?" I stopped and stared. "What? Can we?" It just gets better.

"Can you imagine us bound together in the same coat?

"Is that you or your kitty asking?" We both dissolved in laughter.

The sun had long since said goodnight when we lay in bed cuddling. I was smiling; so was kitty. Your fish kisses on my shoulder and neck were intermittent at best, which is how I knew you were as replete with pleasure as I was.

"Did you know Angie Harmon of 'Law and Order' fame stars on TNT in a show 'Rizzoli and Isles'?" Uh, vaguely.

"I think the author of those books is Tess Gerritsen. Yeah, I remember her. She's tall, thin, cute and married if I'm remembering right. It's been a while since she was on the other show. Is she any good on the new one?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good. Sasha Alexander plays the other lead." Sasha who? "But the reason I mention it is there's an episode called 'I Kissed a Girl' where Rizzoli pretends to be gay and goes on a lesbian dating site ... yada yada." Whoa! "That's pretty out there for mainstream TV, although there was an episode of 'Person of Interest' on CBS that featured two women who were married. Black and white; both were real cute." I should watch -- we should watch.

"Maybe we should watch more television?" Dammit, that hurt! "Quit poking me in the ribs. We could both watch ya know. When are these shows on?" A quiet laugh; your hands were beginning to be active again, which was not unusual.

"We were a little busy when P.O.I. was on, baby." Poi? Poi Dog? Oh, that show. Geezuz, Lissy, get out more. I giggled. She's my person of interest!!! I showed her just how interested I was in her person!!!!!

***

We talked while we ate bagels and drank coffee Saturday morning. That we were naked on the balcony wasn't unusual. That I was cuffed and being fed was. But since I'd asked to be ... shrug. The occasional swat with the crop added to the pleasure, but then again so did the blindfold. I never did tell blondie that I could hear the 'swish' as the crop cut through the air. That would have been cheating.

My mouth only a little full, I said, "We need to watch some of those programs. Ummf. Thank you, miss. I'm not saying that I don't want to do what we do. I know you know that. Ummf. Thank you, miss. Your pet is suggesting that we could do both. I'll leave it to you to work out the details." I steadied myself for a swat that never came. Until it did!

"That last was for preparing yourself, pet." Aw geez! "I know you don't want us to not make love, baby." Your soft kiss reinforced your words, as did the soft edge of the crop trailing from the valley south to heaven. "What would you like to do today?" It's still foreign to say that a smack from a crop can be relaxing, but damn if I'm not getting at least a little used to it. Do I dare ask her to take it up a notch or two? Okay, I thought 'ten' in the moment but geezuz!

"The threesome thingie that we touched on very gingerly." A little smile found my lips. "Were you teasing? I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Dylan asked every so often if I'd ever thought of a male, female, female threesome. While it may be a lot of men's fantasy, this part of me wondered if he knew, even if only subconsciously. I always shot it, and him, down."

"Yeah well, there will be no puppies invited, ever!!" I knew this. "It was me teasing, but it seems it caught your attention somehow." Well, not really ... but, uh!! "I see indecision but interest, if that's possible." Aw crap! "Damn, I'm right!"

It may have been your kiss, or the way your fingers teased the delta. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." Oh geez, those fingers; the things they do. Course, they were doing them to my very fifty six year old body, which, for all it protests when I work it half to death, responds as the manual (my brain, I think!) instructs it to. I continue to be grateful!

"Redhead, blonde, brunette, or are you a rainbow kind of girl?" Funny, blondie!! Your lips threatened to turn what wasn't quivering to boiling hot jello. 

"Do you have a twin?" You giggled. It was literally spur of the moment; I was happy that you did.

"As a matter of fact I do. She taught me everything I know about crops." The silence during the pause was deafening. "Just not everything she knows about them." Oh gawd! How do I get her number without blondie finding out? "You'll never meet her, sweetums. She's very married to a hunky dude who she completely owns lock, stock, and flesh rifle." 

"WHAT?" I laughed till I cried. "Where in the name of god? I swear, you say the most hysterical things." And laughed some more. "Where did flesh rifle come from?" Remember, I was cuffed, blindfolded and nude. Not even I can explain why I decided to ask a woman with a crop in her hand about a threesome. And that's before we even get to the other. "And when did you grow a twin?" I heard your giggles.

"I don't have a twin as you well know." Mm hmm. "And I can't remember if I read it or heard it. Doesn't matter, though, because it's funny as hell." The crop smacked kitty; the surprise made me jump. "Does that hurt?"

"You keep asking me that. It stings; I wouldn't want you to do it for an extended period, especially there, but it's not that uncomfortable." That seemed to be the right answer as you gave me several swats in a row. As the number increased, so did the discomfort. I shrank from the blows as pain radiated; my tense body and crimped mouth let you know a limit had been reached. Your lips pressed to mine, soft and loving. I lifted my hips to you, searching, and was rewarded with your hand, soothing, caressing. I gave you my mouth; you tweaked nipples that screamed in protest. I asked for it; I like it.

"You like being out here in the daylight don't you?" We'd talked about it. "I don't think they can, but it turns you on that people could see us... you." I nodded. I'd read stories about exhibitionism; the naughty nature of it was intriguing. Okay, yeah -- exciting; and your hand between my legs found ample proof.

"Even though it was at night, you didn't seem to mind when I made love to you out here not too long ago."

My reward for that comment was a hearty slap on my hip. "No, I didn't mind. It was exciting; I had no idea you were going to take me out here." Was there something lurking that I don't know about? "You've been here since Thursday night. This isn't the first time we've been together this long, but when are we going to move beyond a long weekend?"

"No offense, lover, but this might not be the best time to talk about that." You laughed, took off the blindfold, and kissed me. I blinked at the sun and said, "Seriously though, I'm okay with this. I think the time is coming when we take turns spending a week with each other. After that happens, if it goes well, we can make decisions about when. Are you going to be okay moving to the burbs?"

"Yeah, how are we going to do this? I've been here for ten years. I haven't paid much attention to the price of other units in the building. I suppose the first thing I should do is talk to Barb. She's who sold me this place."

"So that's how you met her?" You looked a little sheepish.

"Well no, not really." Uh oh. "We were both... we were seeing each other, before she met Carole and long before I met you." So what's the big deal? "That doesn't bother you does it?" You goof!

"Don't be silly; of course not. You're 38. You had a life long before you met me. So what are you going to do?"

"Are you committed to staying in your house?" Hmm, oddly I hadn't thought of it. Edie had mentioned it in passing but Rach was the major reason I dismissed it. Well, that and the state of the housing market. Maybe things are different now? I saw your eyes on me. 

"I'm sorry, lover. Your question set off a chain reaction of sorts in my head. Rach was my primary consideration in staying in the house after Dylan died. If she and June are going to be in the city and be spending more time together, then maybe it's time to consider something different." We are having this discussion; I'm naked, cuffed, and attached to the door, which I mentioned. "Perhaps we could take me off this door." Giggles ensued, as did taking unfastening my wrists. As soon as both of mine were undone, I spun you around like the feather you are. Your eyes were wide with shock. I had a wrist in the velcro lickety split. When I went to hook you up, the problem became obvious.

"You're too little." Wide eyes went to slits. "How do I make you taller?" I'm in so much trouble next time we play.

"Loosen the straps. The silver chain thing will eventually be low enough for me." Am I hearing this right? It wasn't meant to be much more than a tease.

"You ... wait, would you be okay having me hook you up to this thing?"

"I don't think I'd mind. I might as well find out what it feels like for you." Well damn! "And give me a few licks with the crop while I'm hooked up." What? Well, I did -- both. And I hated it.

"I hate doing this, lover." Enough. I unbuckled you from the cuffs. Once that was done I hugged you tight. When we kissed, it felt like mine was desperate. Yours was soft, unimaginably sweet, as if you were soothing my conscience with your lips. I lay my head on your shoulder.

"Okay, so... what, you talk to your realtor and I talk to mine?" That sounds about right. Wait? What?

"After we did that, you go right to the realtor, not bothering to pass 'Go' or get your two hundred dollars?" You laughed.

"Yeah, I asked you to do it. You wanted to stop. So why not talk about what we were talking about before you jumped me?" Jumped you huh?? So noted!!

"It's too soon to do more than speculate, but a two bedroom something, taking into consideration that Rach might live with us for a time. We could convert it to some other use if and when she and her whoever find a place to live. Living downtown is more your thing, so you can be in charge of picking where we look." I wasn't really watching you closely. When I did focus, I saw that you were flushed and a bit teary eyed, which surprised me. "Kara? What is it?"

"I'm not sure I've ever known what it is to have someone give what I need without me asking ... they just know." You lowered and shook your head. I scratched my head, confused.

"What... tell me what you mean. I'm not exactly sure I'm following. We're talking about looking into selling either yours or mine. Nothing's been settled yet..." You jumped me, pushing me back on the chair, and kissed me. Which, me being naked and all, led to other things. Which took a while.

As we dressed after our shower, the obvious question was asked. "Do you have anything you want to do for the rest of our Sunday?" It was a little dicey for this 56 to ask her 38 that question. However, it would be okay if you giggled.

"I suppose we could shop. We could walk to State Street and head north. The Mag Mile beckons. If we were really ambitious we could walk to the Oak Street beach." Silly, silly blondie.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 03



Somewhat brisk north breezes made the walk east and north just delightful. We held hands, wandered in and out of stores, tried a few things on, and had a merry old time. The pacifiers made the walk sweet and delicious torture. The company made the 'torture' worthwhile.

A dress in the window at Forever 21 caught my eye. The colors looked perfect for you. I described it to the gaunt, bored teenager who led us to the dress. I pulled it down; you pulled me to the dressing room. After taking off your top, which was fun, you slipped the dress over your head. 

The two predominant colors were blue and off white, each with all kinds of shades, with a smattering of orange, all in a floral print. A round neckline, sleeves above the elbows, a belt of the same design, and a buttoned keyhole in back. It fit you like the designer had you in mind. I insisted, you argued, I won. It may have had something to do with the way I helped you take it off, mentioning as I did that I looked forward to doing it again soon.

Practical 56 had suggested good, comfy walking shoes to impertinent, stubborn 38. 38 whined about her feet hurting. We took a cab home after cutting the day way too short. The cab ride was quiet. No, I'm not telling why!! I don't kiss and tell. Hee hee. Wouldn't the story be ridiculously short if I didn't!!!!

"Are you upset that I cut our day short?" Geez Kara! I move closer, lean in and kiss you.

"I suggest; you do or you don't. You're 38, more than old enough to decide how you want to dress. We can't have this sort of stuff if we're going to work. I know you know that but I'm just sayin'." You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek as you thought some more.

"So 'Rizzoli and Isles' is on at 8 Tuesday and 'Person of Interest' is on at 9." Did I need to know this? You fidgeted. How very Rachel of you. Hmm, I wonder how they're doing. "Could ... uh, would you stay the next couple of days, maybe even through the holiday weekend?" Wow! This... wow! "I'm scared, Lissy, but I'd like for us to spend more time, and this feels like ..." You started to cry. I started to cry. The cab stopped. Oh shit, we're home. Home?? 56 hugged 38, both of us crying, in the back of a cab of a dude from Somethingstan.

You threw something together (translation: had it delivered) and we ate on the balcony. No, we were not naked. Nearly does not count. There's no reason to do more than tee shirts and panties. We find fly away panties are best. After a glass or two of an adult beverage, panties have this crazy way of flying away. I have no explanation other than to just tell it.

That's not to say we don't have a serious discussion now and then. We had one Tuesday evening as we watched television.

"Angie is 5ft 9in.; Sasha is 5ft 6in. So it's easy to see who gets who." A commercial was playing.

"You're just saying that cuz she's taller than me and blonde."

"Angie is a full inch taller than me. Blonde has nothing to do with it." One blonde in my life is more than. Oopsie. There's my Rachel; never mind! "I love blondes." Person of Interest... uh, yeah, she is!! I love Tuesdays.

** July 3rd **

It's wonderful waking up next to your honey!! I still don't know why the Founding Fathers didn't write it into the Constitution. Perhaps they were busy worrying about the pursuit of happiness. I have no need to pursue happiness!! I woke up next to her on Wednesday. Hee hee -- that it's Hump Day is completely irrelevant. Eyebrows are wigglin'!!

We didn't bother with breakfast.

I stopped and grabbed a bagel and coffee before heading to work. I had Bette today; she gave me a choice. There was one more appointment before she left for her vacation. It wasn't like there was this overwhelming need but I did feel like I should talk about the club and the door and us moving in together. I called to confirm first thing Monday as requested.

About work -- do you care that I don't do a whole bunch about it? Yeah, good; I didn't think so.

Bette looked like she was ready to go on vacation, so in a very spur of the moment decision I hugged her. It worked.

"After my outburst last week, you probably want me to talk more about what you said I hadn't talked enough about." Ya know, I wanted to stop myself about halfway through that idiotic sentence but I couldn't and didn't. I squirmed in the chair -- and giggled. That's where Rach gets it from. I looked up to see Bette's eyes on me. Oh crap, she's not gonna help me here. I need to navigate the rapids alone. Damn!

"Yeah, so why DO I want Kara to restrain me, hit me with the crop and put clamps on my nipples?" I shrugged. I sighed. "If the weekend was any indication, I'd say it was always something I yearned... oh god. I need to tell you about our date night." I went into great detail about my Friday with the kids and Saturday -- dinner, later, and much later.

"I have to say, Lissy, it's wonderful how you let June and Rachel help you pick out your outfit." She let that hang. Great!

"It was ... no, actually, June was just amazing. She tore through my wardrobe like a conquering general and picked out two gems that made me look like a total MILF." Bette smiled. "Rach was shocked, as was I. Kara... well, I've already told you about her reaction. I thought the crowd at the restaurant had eyes on her; she thought they had eyes on me." Bette's smile got even bigger. "As the night went on -- well, whatever. It was fun." I shrugged. "You would have loved wearing my outfit and having all those hands and the rest on you." OH MY GOD! What on earth!! Yes Bette was flushed. Yes she squirmed. I died -- no, not really. I tried to make the best of an impossible situation.

"I'm so sorry, Bette. That was totally inappropriate of me." How do I make this right? Can I? Fuck if I know!!

Bette smiled. "It's okay, Lissy. You didn't mean anything by it. Please continue." No, that's not enough.

"We talked about her selling the loft and me selling my home and doing something like a two bedroom and her picking where and I'm so scared I can't stand it." I was nearly breathless; Bette smiled.

"Why two bedrooms?" Really Bette?

"My daughter; I'm surprised you're asking." What's going on behind those eyes? "Am I missing something?"

"Have Rachel and June said they're going to live together? Do they both have full time jobs? Does that matter?" Do I have to think about all this shit that fast? If I do, how do we do it in your not quite hour? Or is it my not quite hour?

"I guess they've hinted at it. Is it for certain? No; at least I... it's probably no... I couldn't say it's more certain than... oh shit. It's not much more certain than Kara and I." That realization sucks! "The job thing?" I had to think. "Rach told me June is doing something downtown at the CBOE -- it may have been an internship, which probably doesn't pay much. Rach is working at that restaurant. Who knows how much they make? When she asks I put money in her account." I guess their thing looks less certain when it's laid bare. That'd not to say they can't... or that we won't.

The bell tolled as it always does. "This has been extraordinary, Lissy, but I'm afraid we're out of time."

I was tired, which was not Bette's fault, and pleased until... she hugged me!! If you're a woman, you know there are hugs and there are 'hugs.' This was a HUG! Yup, just that tick too long. Add to that, her hand was just a little too low on my hip. Is the picture clear? Well, it was to me. What followed cleared any fog that remained.

"I have feelings for you, Lissy. Professional me wants to say I'm sorry. Personal me can't. God, I'm so sorry, but I can't help myself." Strike me dead, lightning!! She took a deep breath and said, "I needed that vacation earlier than normal." I couldn't help but look into her eyes. "If... you should probably cancel next week. I'll have my service call and give you a recommendation to another professional." She looked me in the eye and said, "May I kiss you?"

I could have slapped her. I should have pulled away from the hug. I should have known the kiss was coming. Part of it felt like it was my fault. But how could it be my fault to tell her my deepest thoughts and feelings about... after all this you know right?

I cried. Oh god how I cried. I cried from the moment I got on the elevator till the moment you stood and hugged me.

"Please tell me you aren't angry with me, Kara. If I lose you because of one silly, stupid kiss I'll just die." Stiff with what had to be fury, you didn't respond right away. And I was scared all over again.

"You know what the irony is in all of this, right?" Miserable, I nodded. It was about all I thought about on the walk to my lynching. "You worried forever about me with someone my age. That she would take me away from you." Uh huh. "Bette isn't going to take you away from me." NO goddamn way!! "But I know you know how it feels to be on the other end -- especially when I never once had a moment where I thought about anyone else." A steady stream of tears turned into a rushing torrent, which added exactly zero to the conversation.

Care to know how our weird minds work? Know what I thought of? Tomorrow is Independence Day!! Hello!!!!

"How do I say I'm sorry for one stupid kiss, Kara?" Mind you, this is all in a restaurant on the day before a holiday.

"Should we have dinner? Can you?" Can YOU! I'm not so sure I can -- or want to. I have NO clue.

"I'm not hungry." I couldn't look at you. "I... I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms till Monday morning. I would..." The torrent started again; I put my head on my arms on the table. I felt your hand on my back -- however long it took. I relaxed, yeah; but it didn't help the tears. Your voice wasn't totally convincing when you spoke.

"We'll be okay baby. It may take some time, but this surely isn't something we can't get past." I lifted my head. You shrugged. "You've told me you thought she's cute. I guess this lays to rest any doubt about her being gay." Hmm; I wonder if that's true. A kiss?

It felt uneasy, but that may just be me. I wasn't hungry but ate; so did you. The cab ride was quiet, as was the night. You read; I read. Eventually it was time for bed. You'd left first; I followed to both the bathroom and our bed. I climbed in behind you; we cuddled, speaking words of love, hands caressing; last minute gestures to get us both ready for sleep.

When I woke up Thursday, the bed was empty. I found a note in your handwriting.

I stay on the edge of consciousness... my heart waiting, needing its other half to be able to let go and drift to sleep. It's not your quiet footsteps that make me aware; I feel your presence... like warm air rushing over me. As your body slips in next to mine, my heart races, knowing its love is here. You meld perfectly to my back, leg resting between mine, arm lying just under my breasts and your soft lips pressed to my neck. I exhale the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, each part of me melting further into you. You nuzzle, moaning softly. Our hearts beat together now; whole once again... we sleep.

I cried. I love you. How could I not?

I wasn't certain where you were but I figured you'd gone to work out. I showered; as I stood in the steamy water the thought came. Wherever we chose to live had to have a bath and shower. Selfish perhaps, but I'd gotten used to the comfort of stretching out and relaxing in hot, scented water. There was something else but it slipped away.

I poured shampoo in my hands and rubbed them together. I sighed when they began to clean my hair and massage my scalp. Silly, but it's glorious. Lost in my own thoughts, I jumped when hands cupped my breasts. The kiss on my shoulder warmed me. I sighed and sank into your embrace. My lover is home. To my utter shock, the curtain was pulled back and you stepped into the shower. What the hell is going on!!

An impish grin on your face, you said, in an airy voice, "Good morning baby. Surprised by my surprise?" Your lips pressed to mine. The hands behind me continued their journey over my now stiff as a board body. Blue eyes on mine, you whispered, "It's Barb, Lissy. I got my period this morning." I glanced down; your hips were covered in wet silk. Okay. "You wanted a third; she was all too happy to be part of your fantasy."

A voice in my ear said, "You're more gorgeous than I ever dreamed, Lissy. Kara is one lucky babe." The tongue in my ear... well, she knows what she was doing. I wasn't happy with my honey.

"Baby, we're a couple like Barb and Carole are a couple. I know what I said, but we haven't talked much about this." A hand found its way between my legs, moving between my lips. Fingers pushed into me; my eyes closed. I felt you close.

"Yesterday was uncomfortable for both of us. This can be a one time thing, baby." Goddamn right it will be. Hands were doing the most glorious things to my breasts. "We're going to give you a thorough washing in the shower." Oh god! I felt your warm breath as you whispered, "I love you, Lissy." I know, but... "Please, take all those thoughts out of your mind, relax, and enjoy." Your fingers slipped through my hair, holding me tight. Autopilot led me to pull you close and hold you in an embrace as we kissed. I was pinned between two bodies, mine under assault high and low. Autopilot had my hips moving with the fingers inside me. I felt fingers on my clit. You held me to you; the kiss and my arousal made it a challenge to take in enough air.

Finally breaking the kiss you said, "I'm going to do a final 'inspection,' baby." My leg was lifted and placed on the soap dish. "Leave that there for me please." I nodded. "I love you." I love you too. I won't lie. It wasn't said with much conviction, which worried me a great deal. I hope you know what you're doing, Kara, cuz I sure don't. You kissed your way down my body. The fingers that were pleasuring me continued to do what they were doing. Your mouth latched on to my pearl. I moaned.

"Relax and enjoy, Lissy. Lean on me if you want to." I guess so. I felt fingers on the side of my head. My neck was turned and Barb kissed me. She tastes very different; I'm not really sure I should be doing this. Soft fingers caressed my face. Damn she kisses good!

Your mouth was killing me. I don't know if I've ever been this conflicted. This isn't the three-way Dylan wanted. I know I mentioned it; more as ... what exactly? Oh gawd, you're going to get me off.

"Kara, my god, you're gonna make me cum."

"Let it happen, Lissy." Barb's voice was soft and low in my ear. "Let us make love to you." You can't make love to me; only blondie can. I'll let you fuck me -- just this once. "Let yourself go." Yeah, I think I will. I turned my head; Barb and I kissed. I opened my mouth to her this time. She kissed me greedily, taking what I offered her. I wrapped an arm around her neck, giving in to what my body was feeling.

***

I sat on the balcony, wrapped in a bath towel, my feet drawn as close as I could make them, arms hugging my legs. As soon as I was able I had bolted from the shower. Furious with myself I sat, crying.

Yesterday was a disaster. I hadn't done anything to lead Bette on; never flirted, never made eyes at her, never watched her when she stood or sat. She's my shrink! She treats me warmly and professionally. I think I have worked hard in the sessions. Yeah, I had hugged her; she had as well. I made a couple of stupid comments but they were never intended to arouse or lead her on. Pretty? Good god, if I averted my eyes from every pretty woman in a city this size. I laughed.

Why did Kara do what she had? I have to ask her; I have to know. It's so not like her. The note she left me this morning. Tears started again. It was so beautiful. It felt like it washed away whatever was lingering... whatever from yesterday. She must have gotten her period at the health club. I shrugged. It happens. What sort of creature took possession of her mind to bring Barb back here and do THAT? I don't even know if I should stay and talk about this. Or if I want to.

The decision was partly taken out of my hands when the door opened. Your eyes were red, your face swollen. Your hair hung limply, not quite dry. You look gorgeous. Your arms folded under your breasts. One foot crossed over the other. I love you like crazy. I lowered my head to my knees and cried... again.

I wiped my eyes. You were sitting in a chair, watching. Your eyes showed concern, love and fear. Is that even possible or am I nuts? Your body language felt like you wanted to jump on my lap and molest me which, 24 hours ago, would have been just dandy!! Now? I think we both were circling like wounded animals, though neither was looking for an opportunity to go for the jugular.

"I'm not sure I should stay." Your eyes filled; your head dropped. I can't do this. I love you too much. I rose and headed for the door. Your hand grabbed my wrist.

"I'd die if this was the end of us, Lissy." Break my heart why don't you!! I blinked back tears.

"Me too." Best I could do. Why... I want to pick you up, carry you to our bed and love you till Monday. And I hate you.

"Barb wanted me to..." GODDD!!!!

"Can you never speak her name EVER again!!!" My voice was low, dark, threatening. You nodded.

"Whatever you want." I want YOU! Not Bette, not Barb, not... I want you!! I can't stop the tears. I fell to my knees, which hurt like a mother fucker. I lay my head on your leg as I cried. I heard you cry; I felt your fingers in my hair. I love how you do that after we make love. Goddamn you Bette!! Am I to blame for what I might have done that set her on a collision course? I sniffled... again.

"I should go." I stood up. Both hands reached for me. Moment of truth here. Swollen browns looked at swollen blues. Do I speak? Do I make her talk first? Do I want to make her do something? Is this tit for tat? You're an idiot, Lissy, for looking at her boobs when you thought that. I kissed you. I cried as I did. I'm crying now as I write about it. It was a kiss I'll remember for the rest of my life!!

I can't let this get sexual. Can I? You're fifty goddamn six years old. How can you not know the answer to that question?

Well excuse me all knowing one. Can you please tell kitty, who is antsy, weeping, and insists we... she is demanding that we make up and make love.

Tell that horny bitch (I shivered!)  to shut up. This is command central talking. Oh really!!! Kitty to command central -- you must be kidding!! (I giggled!)

Lest you think I'm completely insane, these were not actual conversations. Honest! Wink! You felt me giggle.

"What are you giggling about, blondie?" Bitch!! I giggled again about you calling me blondie.

"I was having a conversation in my head about us. Well, um, my kitty and me talking about you... and, um, yours." You stared. You smiled. You laughed. We laughed. We hugged as we laughed. Yeah, I'll tell you about the rest, but I swear to god, that insanity, that laughter may have saved our relationship. All because my kitty 'talks' to your kitty.

There had to be more than just laughs and silliness. After I'd gotten dressed and we both had something to drink (iced tea for me and iced coffee for blondie) we got back to work. Ground rules were established: we had to remain seated and we had to hold hands. You may ask why. Because she matters; we matter. And I remember reading it somewhere a long time ago. Oh, and vertical. Meaning neither of us in bed or on a chair. Did we like it? No. Did it matter? No!




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 03



"Let's start with what was first. You said I kissed Bette. She kissed me." Your mouth tightened. "No, it's an important difference to me." I'm nervous and don't want this to get off the tracks so soon, so I'll take a sip. "I know on more than one occasion I've made comments that she's cute." I shrugged. "If either one of us got upset about every nice looking woman in the world, how could we survive?"

"Yeah, I have no problem with that. So she kissed you. You didn't lead her on, did you?" God damn you!

"That's uncalled for; you know I didn't and wouldn't. I pay that woman to help me. I love you! I talk about her, about my visits, because I want you to..." I stopped, took a breath, and looked away. "I love you, Kara. I loved Dylan once, a lot. You and I haven't been together for 30 years. I don't... I don't want to make the same mistakes with you I did with him. I'm not a kid anymore. I want us to work." You hugged me, which was not part of what we agreed to. Big whoop.

"Can I kiss you?" That I thought about it for a moment was jarring, but it was only a moment. I saw a flash of hurt before we both closed our eyes and kissed. This isn't how we kiss; this is tentative, stiff even. Oh shit, I kissed Barb and I'm not sure if you saw me do it or if she told you. I better.

"I kissed Barb in the shower." Your eyes widened; you nodded. "She kissed me a little earlier; the second time..."

"I don't think I want to hear it. What happens in the shower..."

"Stays in the shower?" I smiled. Your nostrils flared.

"Gets washed down the drain." That was good! I laughed. "Stays in the shower. Nicely played; a takeoff on the Las Vegas commercials." There's that impish grin again. "She kisses good doesn't she?" Yeah she does.

"I didn't know what to do. Should I throw some clothes on and leave..." Your eyes teared and you looked away. I can't help myself. It might not have been smart but I leaned and kissed you. I think you were surprised; you smiled. I sat up and back. "I was torn; stay or go. I think there was something in my head that said if I left, I might not be back." Your face fell. You looked distraught. "I'm sorry; I don't mean... this isn't... Damn, I can't figure out what to say." 

Our chairs were side-by-side. It made it easier to hold hands while giving us freedom to move around in the chairs. Being shorter, you chose the table chair, curling your legs beneath you. I sat on the chaise, my legs extended.

I'm in love with this woman, we're in crisis, and neither of us knows exactly what to do. I let her tie me up, hit me with a crop, put clamps on me. How do I trust again? Can I? I have to tell her; she'll be devastated. I just know it.

"Date night; you told me to take my panties off and give them to you." You smiled. "I trusted you like I did when you hooked me to the bed and the door." You fidgeted in the chair. I think you know what's coming. It felt like you wanted to take your hand away. I didn't tighten my hold on yours; fair's fair. Did you know? You gripped mine a little harder when you made eye contact with me.

"Go ahead, Lissy. Say it."  No sense waiting.

"How do I get back to that place after this?" I thought you were going to run. You sat stock still, looking at me but not focusing -- I think. "I love you; I want us to make a life together, and I don't know how long it will take to get that trust back." Your eyes went dead; you sat stiffly.

Your voice was emotionless, low when you said, "Okay, well you should go." What!! I'm trying to fix this, save us. Go? You shocked me when you bolted from the chair, ran to the door, and left. I was frozen for a second, then got up and ran after you. The front door was closing; you were gone. Stunned, I sank to the floor. My legs simply refused to hold me up. Air... I can't breathe. This must be what a panic attack is like. I crawled to the balcony door, opened it, crawled outside, and collapsed on my back, gasping for air.

What did I do? I had to tell you, didn't I? You had to know. I was light headed, the balcony was spinning.  Come on Lissy, control yourself. I tried taking long, slow breaths. I focused on the edge of the door, concentrating, trying to get myself under control. Lissy, you can take it when the crop hits you. I jumped up and ran into the bedroom.

I hit myself as hard as I could on the inside of my thigh, crying out in pain. I put the nipple clamps on, biting my lip as I tightened one then the other. I hit both breasts, blinking away the tears. I used the clitty gel. The cool sensation, or was it me touching; I closed my eyes. You have a rabbit. I took it out as well. I pulled the blindfold over my head.

Do I really want to do this? It would be okay if I was home. Course, I don't have under the bed restraints. What if she's not alone when she comes back? Yeah, that went really well this morning. I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. My heart is breaking, right inside my chest. I'm devastated, I'm punishing myself, and I'm crying.

I was roused from my stupor by my phone. I slumped; the ring tone wasn't yours. Wait, JR? I ran to my purse and grabbed the phone.

"Hi sweetie, happy 4th of July!! How are you; how's Andi, how's Dylan?" I didn't want them to call their son that; it was his middle name. But I understood. Wait, is he crying? "JR; what's the matter honey?"

"Mom." Oh God!

"What honey? Tell me. Stop crying and talk to me please." I took the clamps off, fighting the feeling. Stupid! Any thought about me and Kara was gone. Just that quickly I was in Mom mode. Clamping the phone to my ear, I grabbed my clothes and dressed. I didn't want to talk to my son naked.

"Andi took Dyl and went to her parents a little while ago." She WHAT!!! "We had a huge fight last night. Jenna invited us; she invited Rach and her girlfriend too. Andi flipped out. She said she wasn't going to bring our son up in a family with a bunch of queers." I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. I literally doubled over on the edge of the bed. "I slept on the couch last night." Oh god. Should I go to him or should I have him come home. Let him decide.

"Honey, if you want, I can come to your house. Or, if you think it's safer, you can come home... to my place."

"Why are you gay, Mom?" I stared at the phone. "Rachel. Jenna said she never had any idea. Did you? Did that girl make her gay? It's ruining my marriage... my life." Anger rose up like bile. I was furious with my gorgeous son.

"Jonathan Robert, you STOP that right now. I was gay long before I met your father. I buried that part of me when I fell in love with him. We lived as husband and wife for a long time."

"Mom, shut the fuck up." My heart turned to stone for the second time in... however long. "This isn't about you." Let him talk, Lissy. He's not mad at you; he's lashing out. "I want my wife and son back and I don't know if they ever will be. I don't want to be divorced like you and Dad were going to be." So there it is! You never told me before but you thought it. Okay, well it's out there now. There was silence on the line. "I'm sorry, Mom. That was cruel." Yeah it was, but you said it and you meant it. "I'm scared." He started crying again; so did I. Sympathy tears. I'm a Mom. You bleed when your children are in pain. Your pain is a million times worse than theirs. "May I please come home?"

I had to blink away tears and clear my throat. "Of course you can, sweetie. I'm downtown. I'll catch a cab and see you at the house."

"Cab? Hold on, Mom; I'll check the train schedule." Kids and their toys. "There's a 2:30 train. I'll pick you up at three." Does he remember where? "I remember the station, Mom. Don't worry." I laughed. That's my boy; still a smart ass.

"Okay, honey, thank you. Are you going to tell Andi where you're going?" He laughed; I didn't think before I spoke.

"No, I think I'll keep my plans to myself thank you. Thanks, Mom. I love you; see you soon." Yeah, I better hurry.

"Love you too, JR. Bye!" I hurried to make the bed; no, I don't know why. I ran to the bathroom, ran some cold water on a wash cloth, and wiped my face. I ran a brush through my hair and swigged some mouthwash. Grabbing my purse, I fished for my keys to lock your door. Will I ever be back? Stop it; just stop it. You love her; you'll figure it out. I thought we could; now I'm not so sure. I opened the door to find you standing, keys in hand. You looked as surprised as I felt. Neither of us spoke. Seeing your slack jaw, I closed my mouth. You were blushing, embarrassed. I had to go.

"JR and Andi are having trouble; she took the baby and went home. He's picking me up; we'll be at the house. Call me." Your eyes were wide. You're so beautiful. I kissed you. Tears fell before the kiss ended. "I love you, Kara." I hurried to the elevator, which was still on your floor. I waved before the door closed. You were standing, staring, keys still in your hand. I leaned against the wall, my eyes closed. You're going home, Lissy, to tend to one of your children. This will get fixed when that is better. I pushed open the door and headed out to bright sunshine and a rush of warm summer air.

***

The air conditioning was on, thankfully, on the train. I was able to sit back and relax after the brisk walk to the train. It may not have been a long walk but the heat was draining. The phone rang; Jenna. I was sure I knew what this was about.

"Hello, sweetie; happy 4th of July!!"

Her voice thin, my Jenna said, "Hi Mom thanks; have you heard from JR? I invited them and I invited Rach and June. JR and Andi aren't here. I sent him a text; he said he was picking you up at the train. What's going on?" I figured as much.

"Honey, it seems Andi raised a stink about your sister and June. It's totally okay that you didn't invite Kara and me. I wouldn't have either if I was you." Lying isn't all bad if it's for a good cause. "Your brother called and told me that Andi took the baby and went home."

"She WHAT?" The screech was earsplitting! "It was about you and Rach. I know it was, Mom. I hate her." No you don't Jenna. I don't want this to spoil her holiday; mine is already in tatters.  "The train is about to get to Park Ridge. Let me see how your brother is, Jenna." Hmm. "If he's up for coming to your house, I'll call." She'll want me to text.

"Mom, one of you text and let me know, okay. I'll hold off putting extra food on till I hear one way or the other. Mom?"

"I love you too, Jenna. Don't worry, baby. I'm fine." Not even!! "Tell Rach she's a brat for not calling." Jenna giggled.

"She is, but she and June are so cute together. Okay, I better go. It's hardly a house full, but Ian, Ella and I have company. Let me know; love you!!" Gone. Their lives, their world. I'm only on the periphery of it these days. It's the way it should be. After all, I have my life and they're not part of it, except on that periphery. 

I was nearly overwhelmed by the flood of emotion -- I missed my Kara. We were a few stops away; I punched blondie's number and crossed my fingers.

Voice soft, tentative, she said, "I'm sorry. I should have stayed. I know you left cuz of the kids. Is everything okay?" I shouldn't have cried; I didn't know what you'd say. But everything you said was perfect. Well, I do love you, so that probably colors my judgment.

"I only have a couple of minutes till the train pulls in. Andi is being an ass. JR needs me. Jenna called; she and JR exchanged texts." You laughed. "I don't know what I'm gonna do yet." I closed my eyes. "Will you promise me we'll be okay, lover?" You choked back a sob; I blinked back tears.

"I don't want to lose you, Lissy. We have to make this right." The train slowed. I looked around; the car was mostly empty. "Take care of your family, baby. Call me... whenever. I love you. Thank you for making the bed." I laughed.

"We're here. I should go. I love you too. I'll call when I know something. You gonna be okay?" No answer. I stopped.

Voice small, you said, "Yeah, I guess." Kitty lurched; my stomach did flip flops. I saw JR's car; time to go.

"My beautiful boy is here waiting, Kara. I have to go be the Mom. Chill, relax; I'll call you when I can, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Bye." My son's eyes found me. I waved as I shoved the phone in my pocket. He leaned and opened the door for his Mom. Aw, how cute!! "Hiya handsome!" I gave him a kiss. He smiled. He looked peaked; worried. I hugged his neck. A boy needs to know his Mom loves him come hell or high water. I felt him shiver; his shoulders shake. He's trying not to cry. I patted his back, trying to let him know it was okay if he needed to. My eyes teared -- again.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was wrong to say what I did about you... and Dad." Fight the tears, Lissy!! He needs you strong. "I'm so lost; I... this came out of the blue; not today, last night. She... Andi, never showed any of this for as long as I've known her. I'm sure there were gays in her dorm. We never talked about it. It never came up." We were still hugging. I laughed to myself. Somewhere in this parking lot there's someone watching, thinking we are May/December lovers.

"Let's head home, JR. We can talk on the way." He nodded and pulled away after putting the car in gear. He drove us home like he knew the way. Not quite 30, he'd picked me up maybe once. Amazing how men do that stuff. How funny he's one of them, like my Dylan was. "You act like this is your home town..." I almost called him Dylan. I shivered. "How do you know the streets like that?" His eyes glanced at me, a smile on his lips.

"Andi asks me the same thing, Mom." Rip her heart out for sport! "I tease her that we're born with a GPS." Very funny! Not! I laughed. We were almost home.

"How did you leave things with Andi, honey?" He skidded to a stop at a red light. Don't ask when we're in the car, Lissy.

"It's confusing, Mom. I'm angry at you and Rach, which is stupid." He glanced and said, "And I'm sorry." I smiled and nodded. Get over it; it's over and done with. "She won't talk about why she is the way she is about this." We pulled into the driveway. "It's home but it's not, ya know." I closed my eyes. I'd gone through this three times when they'd gone to college, come home, and gone back. It was always, 'I'm in a hurry to go home.' I blinked away tears. Nothing any of them said ever hurt so badly. But I kind of understood. It always made me wonder what my Mom felt, though I was sure I knew -- now. I ran my hand down his arm and smiled.

"Let's go inside. I'll fix you something to eat; we can talk."

He wasn't hungry; we made something to drink and stood in the kitchen.

"Jenna said if you want to go, she'd be happy to have us." I hoped. He swished the ice in his glass, staring intently at it.

"We haven't been married long enough to know everything about each other, Mom." Oh my god, yes. I can relate. His eyes met mine. "I've made love to her... watched our child come out of her body." His brow furrowed. "She's so angry; this isn't the woman I fell in love with." Neither was Dylan. He shook his head and stared at his glass again.

"Kara and I had a big fight this morning." His head jerked up. I needed to say something to someone; it's the only reason I could think of. "She left, then you called. When I was leaving, she was in the doorway. We talked for a moment when I was on the train." Tell him. "I'm scared too, honey. I love her and I don't know how we're going to get past what it was that... is the problem we're... facing." There's only so much I can tell my child. I just want him to know age and experience don't make you bullet proof when it comes to relationships. Brown eyes looked at me.

"So it's never easy, whether it's you or Dad or you and Kara. That's the point?" My heart burst with pride. Yeah, it is. "Okay, Mom, let's go to Jenna's." His eyes flicked over me. "Do you wanna change or anything?" HUH?? I laughed.

"Is there something you want to tell your Mother about her outfit?" We both laughed. I changed. You knew I would.

Clad in a flower print sundress and white sandals, we headed to Jenna's. He's my son and he's a male. His eyes flicked approvingly as I came out of the house. Yes I noticed. My heart belongs to my Kara; his belongs to his beautiful Andi.

My phone rang; Kara. Kitty purred hopefully. I smiled. "Hi. You okay?"

"Hi; are you?" Your voice sounded light and worry free, which was complete crap.

"JR and I are on our way to Jenna's. We talked." Don't ask any more please.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice that the toys aren't where I left them?" Instant crimson; you bitch. I smiled. "What were you doing after I left?" You'll never know blondie. Well, at least till the next time I'm on the door. Kitty shivered.

"I love you too. Let me go; we're almost there." JR stifled a laugh; so did you.

"You're a wonderful lover, Lissy, and a terrible liar." Uh yeah, it's been said... about both. "I love you. Call me okay."

My handsome hunky son chimed in with, "Almost there huh?" I giggled.

"Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain." A raucous laugh; good!!!

"'The Wizard of Oz'; how do you do that?" Honey, there are people in every corner of the world wondering the same thing.

Feigning modesty, I said, "It's a gift." He who I passed through my pleasure palace laughed. Fine!!

****

Home, in my bed, door locked, naked, my body screaming for my lover, I called you. I heard you clear your throat.

"How are the kids? Is everybody okay?" No, not hardly, though I'm pleased you asked about them first.

"Rach and June are beside themselves. Jenna and I spent most of the night trying to calm them down. June, being the stronger of the two, pulled herself together more than Rach. I think that's got more to do with June's family than mine. If I'm reading things right, Rach isn't all that into the gay thing. She's still getting used to living gay."

"So are you, Lissy." I bristled.

"I'm 56; Rachel is 21. I know you have known who you are for just about as long as you've lived. She hasn't. Facing this kind of push back, especially in her own family, is hard."

"Miss me?" Only with every fiber of my being. My fingers slipped through soaked folds; my eyes closed.

"Yeah."

"Touching yourself, huh?" Bitch.

"Yeah."

"Want company?" Yeah!!!!!

"I don't think tonight is the night for that. Besides, you're downtown." Oh god; I think you are.

"Yeah?" Hmm!

"Yeah; I'm going to bed. You do the same, okay. We'll talk." I heard the giggle.

"Should I call you or nudge you?" Huh? The doorknob turned. NO! A knock. You can't be.

"You better not have broken into my house, Kara." Peals of laughter. I ran to the door; JR was sleeping... or I hoped he was, as I was naked. A peeking, naked, blushing me opened the door to a giggling, smiling, gorgeous you.

"Look, a gorgeous, naked woman. I think I should close the door and have my way with her." My uterus was doing flip flops. Don't even bother asking about kitty!!!  You closed and locked the door. You locked your arms around my neck and kissed me, pressing your hips to mine. The thought scampered through my conscience -- This solves absolutely nothing. Yeah, YOU tell kitty that!!! We'll deal with the rest tomorrow. My honey is here. Night, night conscience!!

***

Waking too damn early Friday morning was erased by the sprawling glory of my blonde lover next to me. Seems we'd come untangled while we slept. My arm over your waist was it. You being asleep gave me the chance to look at you, to focus on how it felt to have you next to me. We see each other nude so often. I never want to take it, you, for granted. In an instant yesterday, we almost lost each other. My breath hitched at the thought.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 03



Your shoulders are slender, yet your back and shoulders show signs of strength, even at rest. I wanted to touch you, kiss you. I think I want to spend the rest of my days with you. No, I don't think; I know!! These last few days aside, I'm not really a bawler. But what purpose do rules serve if not to justify exceptions. So I let the tears pool and flow.

That first touch, the first time your eyes meet mine, the first kiss... every day, each and every time is so special. Will you hold on to that thought when things get icky, Lissy? Will you remember yesterday; this moment?

A first day on your moon limited the pleasure I could give you last night. It in no way kept you from... hush, Lissy; she's still sleeping. Yup, I bit the pillow rather than moan. But it ... we're so much more than that. Sure, I fell for you. Head over heels in fact, because you're gorgeous, you kiss splendidly, and, um!! But what won my heart was what was inside; took it hostage actually. I smiled.

Kara, I'm not perfect, okay. I have three gorgeous kiddos, one sibling, and a smattering of friends and co-workers who would gladly step to the podium to second this emotion. You made my heart soar when you called me, not once but twice. You broke my heart with what I saw in your eyes when we surprised each other in the hallway as I tried to bolt to catch my train. Can I tell you that I wanted to pick you up, carry you to our bed, and... yeah right, Lissy.

Apparently that last snicker jostled what little sleep was left out of you. I smiled as I watched you wake. Your body squirmed, your head lifted, you moaned, your hands moved this way and that under the pillow, you fussed, groaned, and, at last, your head turned so you faced me. Your eyes blinked open, unfocused. Four, maybe five more blinks and your eyes focused. You saw me looking and stuck out your tongue. How mature!! How can I not love you!!

Furry mouthed, you said, "How long you been doin' that?" Not as long as I hope to, lover!

"Who knows; maybe ten minutes... does it matter?" You buried your face in the pillow and shook your head. I slid and laid me over you... leg between yours, arm around you, hip over your butt. You sighed. "Morning baby." God yes!

"There was this way old movie ... 'The Day the Earth Stood Still.' Can we make it stand still for the rest of our days?" Giggles came from the face in the pillow. I buried my face in blonde and your neck. Home!

We showered; me first. It was still awkward out of bed. Does 'formal' make sense? Way too polite? I'm trying to find the right words. If you think of something better ... feel free.

I wore the red silk robe; you wore something less slinky. We headed downstairs. Coffee came first. Life's essentials.

"I think there are English Muffins, raisin bread, eggs, probably bacon. You've been here enough to know what's here. Have what you want, Kara." It's not right yet. What do I ... we ... have to do to get there?

JR stumbled downstairs about twenty minutes later, bare chested, in pajama bottoms. His Mom took in his smooth, broad shoulders and chest. Yup, it looks familiar. I smiled.

"Morning Mom. Morning Kara. When did you get here?" I choked on the sip of coffee I was taking.

"I got here kinda late, JR. Your Mom had to come open the door to let me in; she wasn't expecting me." You smiled. "I hope I didn't wake you." Lying through your teeth. Brown eyes flicked my way.

"Uh, no, I didn't hear a thing." Geez! "I must have been exhausted from all the drama of the day. How have you been, Kara?" He flashed his father's smile. "I'm sure Mom told you about me and Andi." Blue eyes found mine; I nodded.

"Well of course we've talked about it, JR. We talk about everything." Oh? Is that a shot across the bow?? My son's eyes found mine, questioning.

"It's completely up to you, JR. If you want to share... do." He nodded. God help me, so did Kara.

"Okay, well, Andi hates that Mom is gay, hates that my sister is as well." Kara smile was thin and didn't make it to her eyes. "I..." he hesitated, sat back in his chair and looked at the hands fidgeting in his lap. "Memorial Day, when Rachel brought June." His eyes met mine. "When Mom introduced us to you, Kara." Blondie smiled.

"Your family is wonderful, JR. I met Rach and June before we all went to Jenna and Ian's. It was a wonderful day all around." Her eyes met mine as she talked. If she's currying favor, it's working.

"What can I do?" The plaintive tone in his voice broke my heart. It screamed fear to me. I had asked the same thing of Bette long ago. The answer I'd come up with left me in ruins; I hoped my son didn't face the same future that had only been averted because the ... he ... died. I'm not goin' there!

"Have you called Andi this morning?" Kara and JR both looked at me. I had to ask.

"No, Mom; I ... I'm not crazy about finding out the answer." I sighed.

"She's waiting for your call, JR." I stared at Kara as she talked. "If you want to go upstairs, fine. Call her." JR nodded.

"Yeah, okay." He looked at me. "Mom, save my breakfast please." I smiled and nodded. He headed to the patio.

"You want more coffee, baby?" Airy and breezy; that was your voice. Not a care in the world. He's not yours.

"I love you." Blazing grays looked into mine as we kissed. Oh gawd!

"I know!" Help!! You jumped on my lap, straddling me. "He's great, Lissy. Totally fucked with that idiot wife of his, but he's great. He loves her to pieces." I know!! "I have NO clue how to help them but I'll do whatever I can to help." I know, lover, and it's why I love you the way I do. You care about mine like you birthed them. Perish the thought!

Worried that my son would come back and wanting to do crazy, sexy things to you, I gulped. "The bacon is burning."

We ate slightly burned scrambled eggs, badly burned bacon, and barely edible toast. Kara and I exchanged glances about the few crumbs left by the human vacuum that is my son and... more. More defined as her foot between my legs.

The vacuum apparently being sated, he bounded to his feet and kissed my cheek. "Thanks Mom; thanks Kara. I have to get moving. Andi is meeting me at the house soon. I have to brush my teeth." He has a toothbrush here? Am I a Mom or what? He bounded up the stairs two at a time just like he had 15 years ago. Where does it go!!! I looked at Kara, who smiled. Yeah, this is on the list!!

"You're one lucky woman, lady. I'm totally jealous of the way your eyes follow him." I can't help myself; I had tears. I nodded. I sniffled; twice; three times. Yup, I wiped my nose with the back of my wrist. You giggled.

"Explain Barb, Kara." I'm a bitch; better you know this about me now.

Okay, I lied; I'm not. But I have to know what... how yesterday happened. I love you too much. We're talking about moving in together for god's sake. Me selling my house; Kara selling her condo. It can't happen if we aren't solid. Yeah, okay, solid as in me and Dylan. Shut up about that okay! You know what I mean.

"I think part of it was me not completely believing you about Bette." You are SUCH an asshole! "I know I'm a jerk, okay. I'm admitting it." Uh huh! Part of it? What's the rest? "You mentioned the three-way; you may not remember, but you'd done so more than once." What!!! "You may not remember, okay." NO, I don't.  "I do." Those words; they hit me like a punch in my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I struggled to get the words out.

"Okay, what else?" You stared. There was no way you could know what I was thinking; I sure as hell didn't.

Fumbling, caught off guard, you said, "You knew about Barb. I knew about your three way fantasy. My period started at the club. Stupid or not, right or wrong, I thought..." Your eyes saw it and stopped. "Can you ever forgive me? At the end of the day that's all that matters, Lissy?" Yeah, it is, and I don't know. Ain't it a bitch!! I took a deep breath.

"I'm honest to god not sure, Kara." I thought I saw you shrink a little but you nodded. "I do promise to try."

Another nod; "Okay, I guess I'll have to live with that. It hurts, but we'll work at it." It's time to set one thing straight.

"This can't be all about sex." You grinned. "Shut up, bitch!" You stuck your tongue out. "I was super excited to see you last night." You giggled; I blushed. "Shut UP you!" You laughed!

You jumped, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the bedroom. No, people, it can't be all about sex. It's not! But...

Finally dressed, we sat on the patio. We'd made sandwiches. Each of us had a drink. There was a lot to talk about.

"We need to settle on a realtor. It can't be Barb and I don't want someone else from her firm." I had a thought. "Actually, it's not fair for me to insist you not use your friend to help you sell your place. I'll find someone out here; someone who knows the area. We'll have to find someone in the city, not from her firm, to help us." You nodded.

"I'm a little surprised you chose that to start the conversation, baby. Whether you meant to or not, you're intimating that we're going to stay together." I know. We didn't do the setup of the chairs or holding hands thing. It was a good idea given how we were yesterday. The intimacy of last night and again today had taken some of the edge off the hurt. I made a quick decision to give you some insight into why I felt the way I do.

"I watched you sleep this morning." You smiled. "We've been together now since last Thursday night; our longest time without being apart since we began dating." I swirled the ice cubes in the glass with my index finger. Just tell her. "I watched you sleep this morning." You shifted in your chair; leaning back. "You were sprawled out, hair everywhere." You blushed. "I thought about what the first kiss is like, the first time your eyes focus and find me." Your eyes lowered. "I remembered why I fell in love with you, Kara." You bit your lip. I was close to tears too. "When you called me, you asked about my children; were they okay?" You nodded without looking up. "It's on the list; pretty high too." Your eyes lifted. Of course your smile was gorgeous; it was shy as well. 

"You know how hard it is to be in a healthy relationship. What you did was stupid. But I'll take responsibility for ... why you brought Barb into ... the mix." That sentence is choppy, but I couldn't bring myself to say exactly what I felt. We are talking about being honest; I know. But some things really are better left unsaid.

"I don't want to lose you. We're good together. There will be other times; both of us will mess up. You matter. I want us to work, Kara." You were squirming. I'd talked too long anyway. "I'll shut up now." You laughed.

"It was stupid, baby. I was wrong. I wanted to die when you brought up trust. I could have called you; asked if I could bring her; if you wanted to actually do it. Maybe you did ... do. I should have asked." You took my hand. "I ... if you can't trust me anymore I'd be crushed. Being with you and your family has enriched my life. But it's you that matters the most." A last squeeze, then you put your hand back in your lap. A sigh. "I don't want to lose you either. We matter."

We sat quietly, each with our own thoughts. Suddenly, Kara looked at me and said, "Your cell phone is ringing." I listened; oh shit, it is. As I ran, I thought, 'Well, it's not one of the kids. It's a regular ring tone.' 

I answered the phone with a slightly breathless, "Hello?"

"Lissy, hi, it's June." My heart turned cold; please god, no! "Don't worry, Mom, Rach is pretty okay." I took a deep breath. "I wanted to talk to you if you have time. Are you at work?"

"No honey, we had the option of using today as a vacation day or a holiday. I chose holiday. What's up honey? Is it... oh wait, it's something about yesterday isn't it? Jenna said Rach was upset about Andi. What is it, sweetie?" The phone beeped; another call. "Hold on a moment, June; I have another call. I looked -- it was JR. Dear god; when it rains it pours. "Hi sweetie, everything okay? Did you and Andi talk to each other?"

"Yeah, Mom, we did." He sounded relaxed; I smiled. Did they? Well, we had. He cleared his throat. "It seems her parents really read her the riot act about her behavior." I better get to June.

"JR, sweetie, June is on the other line wanting to talk about your sister. Can I find out what's going on there and get back to you in a bit?" 

Concern in his voice, he asked, "Is she okay, Mom?" I smiled. "Did Andi upset her again?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Let me find out what's going on. Is it okay to call you back? Do you have plans for today?"

"No, Mom. I didn't make plans, not knowing... um, expecting to have Andi come home. I'll wait to hear from you."

"I love you, honey. Talk to you in a few." Well, he sounds much better. I smiled. "June? Hi, sorry, it was JR. Now, what was it you wanted to tell me? Or do you want to pile her in the car and just come up here?"

"Lissy, I don't want you to feel you have to be the go-to person every time Rach has a problem." Well I have been for twenty plus years, sugar. It's not gonna change any time soon. "You may have faced some of this. Andi's comments about being in a family full of queers really threw her for a loop. I was able to calm her down some, but she had an awful night. Today's not much better." None of what I heard surprised me very much. Rach has always been a sensitive soul. I worried about it, silently of course, when she told me about her discovery not that long ago. What Andi said won't be the last.

"June, the two of you are young and in love. She's going to need a lot of it. It's probably not fair that you have to be the one to guide her through this, but it is what it is."

Her voice strong, her tone confident, June said, "I love her; I'll do whatever it takes." I believe you! "I'll ask her if she wants to come be with you; or is it the two of you." Took the words right outta my mouth!

"Yes honey, Kara surprised me late last night by showing up at my door." I left out which door. "Okay, that sounds good. You do what you have to; text or call with the plan." We said our goodbyes. When I finished, you climbed on my lap.

"You're wonderful, baby. I couldn't hear the other side of the call but I watched your eyes. 'Window to the soul' was never more applicable." You kissed me. I grabbed your hair and held you to me. You moaned; it was delicious! We were both breathing hard when the kiss ended. "Goddamn, woman, that was hot!" We smiled at each other. "What was the verdict?"

"That our kiss was smoking hot!!" We both laughed. "I thought I'd talk to you first before making a plan." Your eyes widened in surprise. "What? We're a couple; we make decisions together about things." I saw your tears. You rested your head on my shoulder and hugged me. 

"We're good together, Kara. My kids like you. Rach and June may know you a bit better, but they all will in the months to come." I bit the inside of my lip, thinking. "I may want to call Jenna, see if Ian has time off this weekend. He wasn't there yesterday; got called in at the last minute. If they're free... even if he's working, I may try and get everyone here tonight." I shrugged. "I could do it tomorrow as well I suppose. Rach and June could come and spend the night." I looked. "Thoughts?"

"Are you sure you want to have all three in the same place so soon, honey? It seems there's some tension between your girls and your daughter? Maybe find out what's up with JR and Andi first then make your decision about the others?" I nodded.

"I think you're right. Let me call JR and see what he was thinking about. He mentioned me coming to his house." You smiled. "Yup, it was just a slip of the tongue on his part. He knows you're here." You nodded. I dialed his number; you got off my lap and went back to your chair. I smiled and blew you a kiss.

"Hi Mom; is everything okay?" He's a good boy... uh, man. He may come to me now and then with a problem but he's a man, that boy of mine.

"Well, I think so. June called; seems your sister was upset with what Andi said." He groaned. "I know, I know. You said something about us coming to your home. What was that about?"

"I want you to... you and Kara, to be here, be with us and talk. I'm hoping if you give Andi a chance to explain herself it may help. You can pass it along to Rach." And June. Kara and I can listen and pass along what we think might help.

"Well, we don't have anything set in concrete for today or tonight." I looked at Kara as I spoke; she nodded. "What time do you want us there?"

"Is 5:30 okay?" I mouthed the time; you nodded. 

"Sure; do you want us to bring anything?" Kara smiled, shaking her head.

"Well, maybe wine if you're going to have it with dinner." I nodded.

"Okay, honey. I love you. We'll see you then." Children: the gift that keep on needing. I wouldn't change a thing!

***

We talked on the ride home after a tense but pleasant evening. Andi was clearly not comfy having us in her home, but at least it wasn't the outright hostility she demonstrated at Jenna's. She's such a pretty woman; red hair, green eyes. The surprise was that her parents were there. I know that my son conveniently left that little gem out of his invitation.

"It was nice to see Roy and Sue again. Last time was at Dylan's christening."

"She's cute; you can see where Andi gets her coloring. Roy didn't seem too involved; is that about right?"

"He was a little more quiet than usual; maybe he's not all that comfortable discussing it."

"It! Us; those of us who love someone of the same sex." I know, I know. It just is.

"Dylan liked him; they would talk about football till the cows came home." You laughed.

"I prefer that my cows have udders, baby." We laughed; you're NUTS! "So if we do this family thing, it wouldn't be a good idea for me to suggest we watch 'Brokeback Mountain.' Is that about right?" I honest to god nearly ran the car off the road!

"You're trying to kill us; the only thing I want to know is why?" The gleam... dear gawd!

"If I can't have you NO ONE WILL." You screamed the last few words as you mimed pushing a knife into your chest, complete with an exaggerated gasp, an eye popping facial expression, and one last, fatal slump.

"You have to stop that!!" I could only pray.

"What were Sue and Roy like before?" It's funny how we talk in shorthand.

"Ya know, the kids have been married for six years now. We'd see them once a year, twice tops, mostly at the holidays, sometimes for Andi's birthday. I wouldn't say reserved. Friendly, yes, but not slap you on the back and tell you a funny joke kind of people. There wasn't anything controversial about them; little or no talk of politics, that sort of thing. More to the point, I guess, there was never anything about how they felt about gay people."

"I guess that makes sense. Most of my time is spent with people my own age. There are people your age at work, of course, and where I work out. There are birthdays and holidays with friends; sometimes parents are there. People are hesitant to talk about things like religion and politics in settings like that. Sex probably falls into that category as well." We were almost home. I turned into the parking lot of the grocery store. "Oh goody, we're going grocery shopping. It's a shame I don't have the pacifiers in my purse." You waited till I parked, then leaned and kissed me. Delicious!

As we wandered up and down the aisles, you asked, "You didn't hear from Rach or June did you?" I shook my head. "Are you operating in 'no news is good news' mode?" I nodded.

"I'm torn actually; not wanting to interfere and worrying about my kid. I'm going back and forth in my head about this. Is it a good thing this mess came from someone she'll see again and again? Is it something June can help with? How much do I get involved?" I looked at you. "Do you have anything to add?" Your snort was my answer. You had your hand over mine on the cart; you squeezed.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 03



"I'm guessing it took her by surprise more than anything. " I wonder about that.

"I'm not so sure. When we -- you and I -- talked about Memorial Day, Rach told me she had heard comments from Andi. I never pressed her about it. If I had to guess I'd say it was things on TV; the news perhaps. Maybe it was something like Entertainment Tonight. There's always this one and that coming out." I shrugged. "Anyway, it seems this wasn't new, just not something she talked a lot about, at least in front of Dylan and me. But it was there, lurking. Oh geez, I asked if you had anything to add, you do, and I stepped all over you. I'm sorry, lover." You bumped me with your hip.

"Don't be silly! What you said makes sense. What did you and Sue talk about when we were there?

"She apologized profusely for Andi's comments and attitude. I got the impression it was a parent embarrassed; that it reflected badly on her and her husband. When JR called to invite us, he said something about Andi's parents reading her the riot act. I have a feeling Sue's apology was said in a private moment on purpose."

"Did Andi apologize?"

"She did, including asking if I could forgive her." You stopped up short at that. "I know; I thought the same thing. I told her it would be a lot easier for me to forgive her than it would be for Rachel. She blanched at that. I didn't say it to be mean, just honest." Your mouth was a tight, thin line, leading me to think you didn't approve. "What? Do you think I was too easy on her?" Each of us had added an item or two to the cart as we wandered. The vegetable aisle was next; I couldn't wait.

"Yes, but it wouldn't be right for you to take her to task. It sounds as though her parents did. I'm still upset about the entire thing." If so, you'd done a masterful job of hiding it on our visit. "I wonder about JR and his wife though. If he couldn't get her straightened away over this..." You let it dangle. I know what you meant and agree.

"I don't think this is going to go away very quickly. I'm most disturbed that she left, even if it was to go home. They're married; that part of her life is over or should be. Course, that's the parent in me. Is that too harsh?"

I knew what was coming before you picked one up. "Care for a cucumber?" A little clichéd perhaps but funny. I found a couple I liked (wink, wink!) and put them in the cart, much to blondie's surprise. I grabbed a longish, thin zucchini, looked at my honey, and put it in the cart with the same result. 

"You never answered my question about harsh." You blinked. "Actually, never mind. I had a somewhat crazy thought. It serves a lot of purposes, especially now. I mentioned that we, Dylan and I, rented a house in South Haven. I'm thinking about starting it again." We had stopped walking. "It was nice to get the adult children, and now their families, together as a group. Adult children are in their own orbit with jobs and family. It's hard enough for me to get time with them, let alone with each other. And mine are pretty close, even with Rach being so much younger than the older two." Your smile had gotten bigger and brighter as I talked. "And with you and me, and Rach and June, I think it's a way to show Andi, plus my grandkids, that we live, work and love just like they do."

A voice just over my shoulder whispered, "Yes we do." I turned around. A pretty young black woman said, "My sweetie and I were shopping. We couldn't help but overhear. It's none of my business of course, but I think it's great. Kudos to you." She pulled the hand attached to hers a little closer. "I'm Honey and this is Kim, the love of my life." A short Asian cutie with long black hair smiled, waved and said hello.

"Hi Honey, hi Kim; I'm Lissy Stone and this is my Kara - Kara Thornton. Thank you; it was very nice of you to say something. I hope you're both enjoying the holiday weekend." Kara made nice and said goodbye.

"That's a nice zucchini, Lissy. I'm sure you'll both enjoy it." She turned and they walked away. Honey turned her head and smiled. She probably heard you laughing.

"I'm thinking nothing outs a lesbian in the produce aisle like a long, thin zucchini. Can I blush any deeper? I pushed the cart, intent on ignoring you - a futile task at best. "Ignoring me is impossible. I'm irresistible." I'm well aware. In fact!  I turned, pulled you into my arms, and kissed you. Not a real long kiss, not the most passionate kiss, but I just had to. After turning you loose, I walked.

After we got home and put everything away, we decided to sit outside. We'd changed out of what we wore to JR and Andi's. You'd asked if I had any vodka and you added some lemonade. In glasses loaded with ice, it was refreshing and cold. Sip slowly, Lissy!

"Tell me more about your South Haven fantasy, baby." Fantasy?  "You know it's real close to Saugatuck, right?" My eyeroll was my answer.

"Yes dearest, I do." Miss Mature stuck her tongue out. "I like that tongue." She came and gave me a kiss, which included that tongue. Kitty was pleased. She (blondie) stayed on my lap after the kiss, rested her head on my shoulder, and laced her arms around my neck. "Are you comfy?" You purred and squirmed. You're adorable. "The house we rented was right on the lake; well, you could walk out the back porch, across the back yard and the beach was right there. The first year was kind of a pain, but the kids liked it so we made a reservation for the following summer. I couldn't bring myself to go the summer after Dylan's death. I hope we can find something this late. Mostly I want to get up there and get away from everything and everyone." You lifted your head and looked at me.

"You're thinking of booking something this summer?" I nodded.

"Like I said, I don't know if anyone has any openings but yeah, if I can find a four bedroom and IF the kids can take a week I'd like to. The kids are the biggest headache." You laughed. "I know; bad choice of words. Actually what started all this was me thinking about having all three of them over for dinner some weekend when no one has plans."

"Good luck with that."

"Maybe, but the kids are little enough that it's not so hard to plan a weekend. I'm hoping (air quotes) to find a weekend in August that works. You mentioned Saugatuck. Want to plan a long weekend away? My Thursdays are open for the next month."

"You're going back to her?" Why did I even mention it?

"No, I don't think so actually. I don't know what ..." You lifted your head and stared. "What?"

"I don't want you to go back. I know it's your decision. I've been sticking little pins in a Bette doll." I wrinkled my face. "Okay, I lied. I get that she's been helpful. I get that she's cute and that you have something of a crush on her. It seems it's not a one way thing, which doesn't exactly have me doing back flips." I noticed. "Yeah, I'm up for a weekend. We can figure something out. I've been there; I know my way around a little bit." As Kara finished her sentence, my phone rang. Not that it matters but it was in the pocket of my shorts. "It's Rach." I know.

"Mom, where are you?"

"Out on the patio; where are you?" I heard, 'I told you so.' Two cute faces, one vanilla and one chocolate, poked their pointed heads out the door.

"Knock, knock; anybody home?"

Blondie looked at me, put her head back on my shoulder and said, "Go away; we don't want any." I laughed and dumped her on her butt. No, not really. I held out my arms to the girls, who came and kissed us both after Kara and I stood.

"Sorry to drop in without calling, Mom. Rach had to work; we had something to eat when her shift was over. She asked if we could stop by. I TOLD her we should call first." 

I took a step, smiled, and put a finger over her lips. Startled, she took a step back. "My kids, Rach especially, know it's okay to come home... ANY time." Kara giggled; I glared; Rach and June both laughed.

"Blondie, it seems there's a dynamic here we're not privy to." June is a cutie for a lot of reasons, her bubbly personality among them. One of them is that she calls my baby 'blondie.'

"Can all of you play nicely in the sandbox?" I gave my blondie a kiss and excused myself. "I need to go to the ladies."

After doing what had to be done, I headed back to the patio to what seemed like an animated conversation.

"Oh my GOD, Honey and Kim are a few years older than we are; we're in the same sorority!! They are so cool!! Kim's older sister and her lover had this mag photo shoot that they had a bunch of us be part of!! Did they tell you about it? It was after the dorms closed for Christmas." Rach looked at June, who shrugged.

"It's your Mom, baby. Do it if you want." Kara and I exchanged glances; I was sure mine showed panic.

"Mom, um, Kim's sister Shade and her Destiny showed her something called 'ribboning.' Kim and Honey came back to the house one day and showed us." Glances were exchanged. "It got sorta crazy. It was ALL the rage; I'm sure more than our house wound up being ribboned." Fast blinks spoke to concern. "Would it be okay if I showed you?" I looked at June, who seemed to have found something fascinating in the fascia over our heads. Uh oh! I had a premonition.

"Should we go inside for this?" June doubled over laughing; my blondie (Rach) turned way more than fifty shades of red. Kara's left foot stomped the concrete as she howled. Being college educated I said, "Go ahead, honey."

My gorgeous baby pushed the tops of her short shorts down just far enough. I looked at Kara, whose jaw had dropped.

"Rach, just a little more so they..."

Two voices screamed "NOOO!!" June wasn't one to give up so easily.

"Thank you, June; I think we get the picture." Kara's eyes flashed between me, June, and her blondie, who pulled up her shorts, clearly chagrined.

"Sorry if I embarrassed you or Kara, Mom."

"It's okay honey; I'm pretty sure we get the idea." I stood. "In fact, I think Kara and I will go upstairs and see if we can figure this out." I took Kara's hand.

Kara asked, "Would the two of you please refill our glasses? It's just vodka and lemonade; be sure to not put too much vodka in your Mom's glass." We headed inside and up the stairs. Yup, you bet I locked the door.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?"

"Uh uh; but now that I think about it, I think I've read stories where it's mentioned. What do you think; do you want to try it? See what it's like?"

A few minutes later we were both giggling. "Should we have had Rach show you how to do it?" I stared at you as though you'd lost your mind.

"Don't you think we did this right?" We were in the closet of my bedroom in front of the full length mirror. Both of us were nude from the waist down save for our now ribboned kitties.

"I think so." Blue eyes crackled with sexual mischief. "Want me to check?" Yes. 

"I'm sure I've never told you this. When Jenna went for her first visit to my Ob/Gyn, he asked to speak to me after his exam. He mentioned Jenna refused to let him do a pelvic exam." You rolled your eyes. "I know; I was mortified my first time." You nodded. "He asked if I'd seen her pubic hair; did she have any?" Your jaw dropped. "Oh, it gets better!!" I laughed. "I said, 'Doctor, I have a better chance of seeing your pubic hair than I do my daughter's.'" We had to hold each other up we were laughing so hard.

After dressing, we walked down the stairs and out to the patio. Whoa Momma; if that was any indication this was going to be an unbelievable addition to our sexual repertoire.

"What's so funny you two? We could hear you all the way upstairs even with the windows closed." We'd talked about it on our way downstairs. Kara kissed Rachel; I kissed June. Yes, the kisses were on the lips. No, mine did not linger; just a peck. I'm quite certain Kara's didn't either.

"Well?"

There is NO way I am going to share with my daughter and her girlfriend what I just told my honey about my oldest.

"Your Mom was just sharing something about your sister, Rach." Oh you bitch!  Three faces looked at me; two curious and one with a smug grin. "In her usual roundabout way, your Mom referenced ribboning with your sister and her... OWW!" I smiled at the kids.

"Mom, what was it?" After we had both taken our seats (me on her lap) we continued talking.

"You two do this ribboning thing all the time?" They looked at each other and laughed.

June said, "Some of the funniest times are when we're both working. After we've showered, we'll discuss whether to ribbon or not." My daughter was paying close attention to what her honey was saying -- also known as ignoring me. "If we do, the texts are about things like finding the edge of desks enticing." My not so little girl was the color of her honey's top. Why am I sure June is underselling the nature of their texts.

Always helpful, my blondie suggested, "Come on you two; give us a hint or ten."

My daughter was not amused. "I thought you liked us, Kara." Kara laughed.

Kara asked, "You can do this any time?" Two heads nodded vigorously.

"It's not really advisable on your moon but yeah, otherwise, why not."

Rach added, "It's better sometimes when you're sore." June swatted her. "What? OH!" Kara... I thought the poor thing might need oxygen she laughed so hard. I finally had to kiss her to get her to catch her breath. If that sounds nuts, try to imagine what it looked like. I thought it best not to look at the other two.

Ms. Bold as the Day Is Long said, "So you two use toys?" Rach buried her face in her honey's neck.

"Well, we've played Monopoly and Rachel has this plastic thing that she uses to stir drinks. Is that what you mean?" Her blondie giggled; mine laughed.

"June, may I ask a question?" I looked at Kara. What's on your mind? June nodded. "How did it come to pass that you figured out that Rach was gay?" She looked at me. "Or did she seduce you?" I blanched.

A look passed between the girls. June kept her eyes on her lover as she said, "We've talked about it of course. Neither of us can figure out just how it happened. There was this night when..." All I can say is my mind has erased any memory of what was said after that!! You can shake your head all you want; I'm telling you my Mom memory wiped that tape clean.

The girls had long since said their goodnights. We were in bed. You want to know about our lovemaking. Really? After all this time? If you never read a story about how women love, would you not know by now? May we please sleep?

Saturday -- The girls made breakfast and brought it to us -- which was embarrassing. We had to scurry and put tee shirts on before I opened the door. My breakfast included a piece of toast with peanut butter in the middle and banana slices on the edges. Rachel smiled as she handed me my plate. It was a favorite of hers when she was little. Eggs, juice, coffee, and, of course ... bacon!!! Yup, my youngest knows her Mom loves her bacon.

What to do? We had the TV on in the bedroom. A commercial came on and I called to Kara.

"Have you ever been to Arlington Park?" You turned, looked at me, thought for a moment, then shook your head.

"No, I think I'd remember if I had. Why? What were you thinking?" The light bulb came on. "Oh! You want to go today? Yeah, that might be fun? Just us? Or do you want to ask the girls if they want to come?" Hmm.

"I hadn't given it much thought. Let me ask." 

Well anyway, it was a fun day. We bought our general admission tickets online. It also came with a program, which made for a fun ride to the track.

"Hey, there's a girl in the first race." Huh? "The jockey on number 7 is a girl -- Rosemary." That's how Rach and June wound up betting five dollars on the horse. Number 7 was Featherinthebreeze by the way. Horses have weird names!

"I like number five." This is not a big help, blondie!!

"What's the name of the horse, ya goof!!"

"Killin' Them Softly. I like the name. It was a song." Yes I know. Ten dollars down the drain for Kara.

This was odd -- The first two races had horses named 'Richie.' LilMissRichie in the first race; NeverMessWithRichie was in the second. Since I was driving I didn't catch it. So I bet five bucks on the horse in the second race. Through nothing but luck, I won about $30.

Exchanging Kisses was in the fifth race. Naturally, we all bet on the damn thing. 'The damn thing' meaning the horse came in second.

Rosemary had another horse in the last race, but neither Rach nor June wanted to bet on it. Good thing too; it was a very close race but the horse came in fourth.

I had the only winner of the day, which resulted in me buying lunch for everyone. I only pretended to be upset. Mr. D's is a restaurant and sports bar. We got to watch the Cubs game, which started at 3. The food decision was to split a couple of sandwiches or split a pizza four ways. We asked (okay -- pleaded) and ordered a half sausage, half pepperoni pizza.

The last race was a little after 6 by the way. Part of the reason the girls didn't lose any money was we'd all had enough. We decided to leave after having a rather late lunch. 

"What are we going to do now?" Twenty-somethings have this seemingly endless wellspring of energy.

"Go home and take a nap." Three pair of eyes looked at me balefully. "It was a joke! Stop already!" You continued to stare. "Listen you, just stop, or you can sleep on the couch." Wrong answer -- the three of them laughed till we got on the tollway headed to downtown Chicago.

"I take it we're not going home." That brilliant observation came from my daughter.

"Baby, anything we left at Mom's we'll get next time we're there."

"You mean like your car."

I got off the expressway at Cumberland and we headed home.

"Does anyone want to go to Navy Pier tonight?"

"You and this thing you have for fireworks." We laughed Kara quiet.

We all spent the night at the house. The fireworks were great. I can't speak for the girls of course.

***

"You awake?" I hate you.

I shook my head and said, "Uh uh." Undeterred, you nuzzled my shoulder and neck.

"Open your legs." Didn't you hear that I hate you?  I opened my legs.

"No Lissy -- more. Please!" Go the fuck away. It's Sunday and I want to sleep. I opened them more. 

I felt your hand between my legs. I sighed; apparently you were not going to be deterred by the fact that we'd only slept for a few hours last night... this morning. Didn't your period start Friday? Oh -- THAT would be why you're as horny as you are!! I sighed and turned on my back. If you're going to fuck me I should at least be awake. I giggled.

"What's so funny?" We are. I held out my arms. I felt you slip over me and your weight settle between my legs. Mmm, those lips. I love your mouth, our kisses. And that's before you squirmed, your hips pressing to mine. I sighed as we kissed. Yeah, I think Sunday is gonna be good!!

It took a while, given the way you lingered over my neck and ears. Kitty loved the way you ravaged those particularly sensitive spots. You meandered, lingering evilly on my girls. It's 'horrible' how you love me. Your lips, tongue and teeth tease and toy with me -- north, south, and parts in between. Licking here, nipping there, sucking... I took a deep breath and locked my hands in the headboard. Love me, lover. Love me all up.

It seemed you might do exactly that! Your fingers molested a now slippery Sally as you chewed on Jesse. I sighed contentedly. My kitty was communing with yours as you loved me. They may have been kissing; the girl goo made for some sexy, audible squishy noises. I just know your hips and mine... le sigh!

If you don't hurry up, I'm going to cum without you.

Um, cancel that. It seems you may have had the same thoughts. When I lifted my legs around you, your grays locked on to mine. I saw love, I saw lust, I... I forget exactly what I saw. My eyes closed as my body screamed toward the climax you were about to drag from me.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 04



** July 11th **

We met in the lobby Thursday afternoon.  There had been some back and forth over the last couple of days as we talked about what we wanted to accomplish today.  The first decision had been to not tell Bette that you were coming.  I agreed but did so reluctantly.  I understood your thinking.

“I don’t want her to have time to prepare a defense.  That may be too harsh a word but tough!”

“Okay, I’m not a 100% sure I’m on board with that, but you feel strongly about it, so that’s how we’ll do it.”  You got up and paced around the family room. 

“Not on board with it?”  You stopped in front of me.  “Why?  After what happened, why would you give her any edge?  Any advantage?  I want to see her knocked back on her heels.”  You leaned in.  “I want her to see just how angry I am!”  I can’t emphasize how irate Kara was.  Her mouth spit fire with every word; her eyes were a brilliant hot blue.  Her body was rigid, muscles straining in her face and neck.  Those smooth muscles?  I saw every last one as she faced me.

I replayed the conversation and the spectacular lovemaking that left me gloriously sore all day on the elevator ride.  I felt your smile when I shivered; you squeezed my hand.  My eyes had been closed the whole time.

We sat side by side.  Neither of us spoke.  Leg pressed to leg.  A hand held by a hand.  My heart pounded.  I was wet beyond belief, so much so that I was certain you could smell my arousal.  No, I have absolutely no idea why.

“I’m so glad I decided to have you ribbon today, pet.”  So much for my ‘no idea why.’  Thanks for ruining it, lover.  “I didn’t mention that I ribboned as well.”  My moan came out as a shallow squeak.  Really mature, Lissy!

The previous occupant came out, gorgeous as ever, eyes on the carpet, and left.  He was followed by Bette, who stopped in her tracks.  And turned pale, looking from me to you and back.  And finally said, “Hello Lissy, hello Kara, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”  And ran back into her office.  Well, I’m not sure about that!

You leapt to your feet, locked the door, straddled me, and kissed me.

“Yay us; we did it!!  We melted the ice queen.”  Ice queen?  Please mind, don’t go there!! Your kiss was hot, frantic.

Wars have been fought, won and lost in the time it took for your assault to start and end.  I was gasping and positive I was flushed.  You were flushed – with victory! And whatever else was coursing through your body. Winkers!  I like that word!

The door opened.  A calm and collected Bette smiled and waved us into the war room.  Kidding!!  About the war room.

You’d let Bette apologize and prattle on for a few minutes before saying, “You kissed the woman I love.  Are you some kind of fucking moron!!  You have a license to practice in this state.  Lissy could file a complaint.  Yes it would be your word against hers.  Do you think your insurance company would keep you after a complaint?”  Where did this come from?  “What would your practice group think if they were notified a complaint had been filed with the state?”  What on earth have you done?  Bette looked like she wanted to throw up.  “Do you have anything to say?”

Bette’s eyes flicked to me.  I’d never seen them so wide, so out of control, such complete panic.  Her voice trembling, she said, “Kara, I’ve apologized to Lissy.  I’ll apologize to you as well.”  Her eyes came back to me.  Oh god, please don’t.  “I was surprised when my service told me Lissy had called; shocked actually.  I’d spent a few days trying to find someone to take her as a patient.”  As I suspected.  “I was going to leave a message before I left but she called.”  Are those tears!!!  Bette turned back to Kara; good!  “You’re angry; maybe more than that.”  A nod.  “You should be.”  A deep breath.  She looked at her fingers, squirmed, and tried to gather herself.  “Lissy has done a lot of good work here.  I’d like to keep her as a patient, but if either of you object, I’ll bow out with... I’ll bow out.  I’ll be gone for a month.”  A shrug.  “Will that be enough for the three of us?  I can’t say.  I hope so; I really do!”  She had gathered strength; I could tell by the way she sat taller in her chair.  She looked from me to you and back.  And smiled!  “This is a good, healthy, loving relationship.”  She stood and smiled.  “I think that’s enough for today.  I hope you...” She never had a chance to finish.  Kara was on her feet in a flash.  I could feel the anger radiate from her; it was so palpable it scared me.  If I felt it, Bette could as well.

“You’re all smug and pleased with yourself aren’t you?  You think you’ve defused things, taken some of the starch out of us... me.”  Kara took a few steps forward.  Please don’t do anything rash, blondie!!  Leaning, fingers on the desk, you said, “She’s not comin’ back.  I won’t allow it.”  Oh?  I was watching blondie, but I saw Bette’s eyes flick toward me for a moment.  “So go on your vacation and spend your time worrying about whether a complaint will be filed.”  You turned to me and said, “Let’s go, baby.”

I waited until we were outside, having left the building, and said, “Was that for show or are you really that angry?”

A gorgeous smile and a hearty laugh were your answer.  “You’re pretty amazing, Lissy. I saw the change in her demeanor and I wanted to knock her back a little.”  The grin was sheepish.  “I think maybe I overdid it a little.”  Ya think! “Come on beautiful, let me buy ya a drink.”

Well, we wound up staying downtown and having dinner.

“All that talk about South Haven has me itching to take a vacation.”  That certainly came out of nowhere.

“Okayyy; did you have any sort of plan?”  Blue eyes twinkled.  Uh oh!

“Make mad, passionate love to you tonight.”  Impossible!  She really is.  Kitty was doing handsprings by the way! 

“Okay, that would be different.”  I had an idea.  “Let’s take tomorrow off.  Is there anything important at work?”

“I don’t think so, no.  Okay; ya know, we could call realtors and get that started.  We could go to the beach, swim.”  Your eyes got a far away look.  “We don’t do that much.  Just kind of hang out.”  Well, we do.  Hmm, maybe we don’t.

“This all started because you had South Haven on the brain.  You wanted to talk about a vacation.  Any idea when?”

“Soon?”  She’s a goof, she’s absolutely adorable, and she’s mine!!

“Brilliant!  Let’s pack our suitcases, get in the car, and leave... soon.”  You folded your arms and pouted.  “What’s the matter?”  I should mention we had our drinks and had placed our dinner orders.

“You’re making fun of me.”  Add brilliant to that list.

“I certainly am!!  Trust me, blondie, you deserve it.”  I kissed you.  “But you’re so adorable I can’t help but love you.”

Dinner was wonderful.  We walked back to blondie’s.  We had called and told our respective jobs that tomorrow was a vacation day.  We talked as we walked.

“No, this trip will be just for the two of us.  While we’re there we can go see realtors and look at properties including the one you stayed at.  In other words, we can do something for this year and something for next year.”  You turned, looked at me, and said, “In fact, we could stay at a B&B, wander around Saugatuck, look for rentals next year; all of it.”  Okay!

We kept walking.  “That actually sounds like a good idea.  Let’s plan something in August.  You said you know the area.  Do you want to look up some options?”  We were a block away from the loft.  Hmm, the skies are darkening; it looks like it might rain. 

“It’s July 11th.  You keep talking about August.  Do we have plans for something I don’t know about?”  Yes dammit. 

“Yes, there’s something I’ve been keeping from you.”  You stopped.  I stopped.  There were storm clouds in your eyes.  “Please, can I keep it a secret?  It’s for date night, and I’ve gone to quite a bit of trouble to make it happen.”  Your eyes had softened as I talked.  The blues had a shimmer of tears.

“Okay baby.”  That was followed by a short, soft kiss.  “Thank you, whatever it is.”  Your smile was gorgeous.

It didn’t rain.  We had a quiet night, which was nice.  No really!!

It was raining Friday morning.  You headed to the bathroom first.

“Do you wanna go make coffee while I use the bathroom and stuff?”  Your kiss was warm; your fingers pinching my nipple made kitty purr.  I had to hurry to make my plans work.  I did.

You’d made four slices of toast and jelly.  Neither of us wanted to eat two, so we both ate one, split one and left one.

You reached for the plate and I snapped a handcuff on your wrist... to your shock.

“Do I want to know what you’re doing?” 

I turn, my fingers curling around the other cuff that is over my shoulder, and lead you outside, holding the door as you walk, eyes on me in disbelief.  “You can not be serious!!”  I kiss you and push you down on the Adirondack chair.  You fuss against my kiss until my fingers find your sex.

I lift your other wrist over your head and cuff it, making sure both were unavailable to you.

“Why?”  Your blues burned; your lips were a thin line.

“Because I can.”  I made sure my eyes mirrored yours.  “Because I love you.  Because it’s Friday.  Because it’s July.  Do you want me to keep going?”  My fingers had been busy teasing as I questioned you.  There was no rush, none at all.  Especially since the wind shifted and the rain was blowing onto the balcony.

“You love the rain.”  I straddled the chair and found a way to have my kitty and yours kiss.  No effort at all was needed for your lips and mine to kiss.  We have and will do so – wonderfully.  This morning, in the rain, would be no different. 

“I want you to fuck me in the rain.”  I am going to.  “I want us to be... oh, I don’t know.  Anywhere there’s thunger and lightning.”  I laughed at you butchering the word.  “I meant thunder and hunger, bitch.”  You did not!

“Where do you want us to do this?”  I didn’t need my hands to be anywhere.  The rain provided all the slickness that was needed.  Everywhere!!  In fact, I decided to lower the chair.  I slid my legs between yours.  Your moan was followed by your legs around my ass.

“Does this morning count as part of your bucket list, blondie?”  Your hips lifted.  Your head did as well, claiming my mouth.  Yeah, that’s interesting, seeing as how you are handcuffed and on your back.  Okay, so I bent to kiss you.

“Yes!  Now will you please finish what you’ve started?”  How can a girl deny a request like that from her girl?

“Yes, of course I will.  An offer like that can’t be refused.”  I put my arms on the arms of the chair and pushed up.  “I’ll be back in a few.”  I walked away, ignoring your cries and obscenities.

You may wonder why I would leave.  Well, let’s start with the fact that we sleep nude.  It makes it easier for one or both to feast upon the offerings of her honey.  We do.  It also makes it difficult to hide toys and things if you’re going to tease and please your honey.  The rain was a bonus this morning.  I had other plans for later.

I came out with a handful, roughly speaking, of ‘things.’  And a glass of ice.

“You bitch!  You and this thing you have with ice.”  I shut you up by shoving ice in your mouth, followed by my tongue.  Okay, and my hands on your cheeks.  Why?  To keep you from drowning as we kissed.  You began to giggle and shoved a cube in my mouth – um, which was the plan all along.

I slid south, stopping at your neck.  It’s one of your ‘hot spots.’  But not this Friday morning!  There was still some ice when I slid further south.  Sunny perked up nicely when I paid her a visit!  Delight? Well, the ice was gone, but my mouth was still cold, so she was excited that we paid her a visit.

We continued our journey south.

“Lover?”

“What?”

“I didn’t know it was going to rain this morning, but I had plans for us today.”  You sighed.  “Don’t you want to know what they are?”  You shook your head.  I pinched your nipples; you moaned.  “You do, don’t you?”

Hissed through gritted teeth, you said, “Yes!”  I scooted up a bit, leaned, and kissed you.

I felt my chin buckle a bit as I said, “It’s impossible for you to know how much I love you.”  You sighed and nodded.

Back to work... so to speak.

“It’s possible we could get separated, so I wanted you to be able to find me.”  I watched you; confusion reigned.  I reached for my surprise.  I pushed it into your pussy; you gasped.  I turned it on.  I think the only thing that kept your hips on the chair was my hips on yours!  I think that worked out just perfectly!

“Are you wondering what’s next?”  You moaned.  I upped the egg; you squealed.  “Care to try again?”

“What’s next, bitch?”  Hmm, still resisting eh?  I leaned and bit Sunny’s nipple.  “Oh my god!”  You like this?

“Kara, do you like this?”  You shivered but didn’t answer.  I bit Delight.

“Yes, alright; I do.  Now will you please get on with it?  I can’t feel my arms.”  You pussy; it hasn’t been that long.  You should try being on the door.  No, I can’t do that to you.

“I have to leave you there for a few so I can go in the house and find something to bind you to the arms of the chair.”

“Just cuff me behind the chair.” Oh!  I hadn’t thought of it.

“You won’t clock me or something.”  I looked at you as I spoke.

“Of course not!”  There was something in your voice.  I wasn’t buying it.

I leaned and took out the next party favor.  It was icy hot gel for your clit.  I described it to you as I smeared a dab.  Um, it goes on cold and heats up very nicely.  How do I know?  Me: blushing! 

Let’s move this along a little.

You’d already had one orgasm.  I decided to teach you a lesson.  I teased and tortured all the places that I knew would turn you on.  I felt your body respond just like I knew it would.  You climbed the peak just like I wanted you to.  Not once, not twice - not three times.  Oh no!  This morning, I had you begging, demanding, crying, lifting, seeking, beyond desperate for what I wouldn’t give you.

The nice thing about an egg and a vibe is you can use each of them to tease.  If my mouth toyed with your nipples, and I kissed you now and then, it only added to the exquisite torture that my pleasure gave you.

You’d long since abandoned any pretense of control.  I wanted to tease you one more time, only this time I wanted you to tumble headlong into a gentle explosion that would wreck you for whatever was left of the morning.

Did I mention rain?  I’m smiling.  There was a night we’d made love in my yard.  I learned that night that rain acted like thousands of lips on your skin.  It excited you, drove you wild actually.  Yeah, it was better if you were on your back.  Better still if I was next to you, so every inch of you could be pelted by the driving rain.

I left you exposed to the rain as much as I could with what I wanted to give to you.  I took one last toy from the bag under the chair.  I used the rain and your slickness to lube it.

“I have a surprise, Kara.”  You moaned.  I pressed the glass to your ass.  You moaned.  “May I?”  You nodded.  “I think it’s slim enough.  I’ll go slowly.”  You nodded.  I pushed.  You moaned.  I pushed.  You grunted, then relaxed.  I pushed.  You sighed and relaxed.  I upped the speed of the egg.  You moaned; I dialed it down and pushed the glass a little more.

“You beautiful bitch, fuck me, make me scream... turn me inside out.”  Hee hee.

“A little like a ride at Great America huh?  Enough teasing; it’s time to take you to the big finish.”  I pushed.  You moaned.  I bent to that little bundle of nerves that was part of the center of your pleasure.  Your screams were in perfect pitch – loud. I pulled away as quickly as I’d suckled you.  You felt my warm breath and hunted me – in vain.

“Please Lissy.”  I love you!  I licked you.  You were leaking.  Torture be damned.  I love the taste of you.  I scooped what I could with my finger and spread it on your nipples, then went back and did it again.  As my fingers bathed you, my mouth loved you.

“Why won’t youuuuu....” Cuz it’s not time yet!  Up and down the ladder with the egg, plus a lovely nip of a nip.

“What do you need more than anything right now?”  My lips pressed to yours with every other word.  You moaned, your hips bucking against me.

“I want to live with you, spend my life with you, wake up with you every morning.”  I lost it at ‘spend’ and held you as we both cried.

The crying pretty much ruined the moment, the moment being absolutely perfect, just not what I’d intended.  It was a good cry; a wonderful one actually.  No, of course I didn’t free your hands.  Yup, I thought about it.  But getting you back into cuffs?  Pretty much not happening.  The rain meant we didn’t have to bother wiping away tears.  It had slowed.  It was a good thing we were laying on the chair.  Even though it wasn’t cold, we’d both been shivering.  So after we stopped crying, after the lovey dovey things we’d murmured to each other had kind of petered out, I kissed you – yes, again, and stood.

“Again you leave me here?”  Isn’t she the best?  Another of those kisses you hate.

“I won’t be long, lover.  I remembered seeing something of yours and I want us to play with it.  You’ll understand when you see it.”  An overly dramatic sigh was your response.  I headed inside, found what I was looking for, and headed out.

You turned bright red and started laughing the moment you saw the toy.

“You found it; I thought I’d hidden it pretty good.  Guess I didn’t.”  I lifted the chair back to just a little shy of upright.

I suppose I’d better describe this ‘mystery toy.’  You’ve seen them advertised as massagers for those hard to reach muscles.  It’s a long white handle with a round ‘ball’ that vibrates on the end.  Close enough.  It could be used as a toy for one and was ideal for what I wanted.  I think you’d figured it out too.

“This is going to be fantastic, Lissy.” 

I turned the bitch on and put it between our legs.  Oh my god!!  It has more than enough to send clitty into orbit rather quickly.  I leaned to kiss you; we devoured each other’s mouths.  I felt you strain against the cuffs trying for more.  I let go of the handle to caress your nipples but the ball slid a little.  I scooted closer.  You moaned.  I think that means we both have the contact we wanted.  Your nipples were gloriously hard; you grunted when I pinched them, and shivered.

“Is this good?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Was this a good idea?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Close?”  You groaned.

“Should I shut up now?”  You growled.  “Yes dear.”

I bent to take your nipple in my mouth, making sure to keep the vibrating bitch at your pussy.  I felt you shake and heard you scream when I bit it.  Your feet on the ground let you push off the chair as your orgasm stormed you.  I was torn - wanting to kiss you and wanting to love your breasts.  The sounds you made were amazing.  I can honestly say I’d never seen your body react the way you did that morning.  I think Hedone, the Greek goddess of pleasure, was responsible for the rain picking up again.  I backed away and let it bathe you.

Me?  It had been my plan for both of us to cum at the same time.  This was just too good to be true!  Besides, I could get mine and give you another!!  I did; we did.  It was even better.  I arched my back, which pushed the devil against you.  It was almost too intense.  Almost.  When your body is gyrating wildly and the sensations are so intense you feel like... oh my god.  I squirted.

I had to turn the damn thing off finally.  We were leaning against one another, my arms around you; a head on the other’s shoulder.  The rain had slowed to a drizzle.  It had been one of the most intense lovemaking moments of our relationship.  I have no idea how long it took for us to calm down after the storms that massager thing had given us.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 04



“My feet are tingling and my wrists are gonna be sore all weekend.  Get off of me.”  I love you too!

I had set the key on the table, so I reached for it and unlocked the cuffs.  First thing you did was slap me.  No, not hard!  It was more of a play slap.  How?  Cuz you took my face in your hands, pulled me to you, and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.  I hate when you do that! 

I was rather breathless, again, so it took a couple of moments to be able to say, “Come on, short stuff.  Let’s get our Friday started.”  You stared at me like I was nuts; I am crazy for you.  Does that count?

I pulled you to your feet and, as if on cue, the rain went from slow and steady to a downpour.  On a hunch, I led you to the railing.  No words needed.  You turned your face up and smiled.  Honestly, I don’t understand your fascination with rain.  I do, however find you fascinating; not to mention beautiful, sexy, etc.  I moved next to you and hooked my arm through yours.  We stood, naked as we were born, arm in arm, holding hands, and let a warm July rain wash over us.

As it happened, the rain came at the tail end of a weather system.  The sun was bright and there was a freshening breeze.  We had nowhere to go (so you thought) and all kinds of time to do it.  Lunch was dandy.  Light fare, eaten outdoors to loads of giggles and meaningful stares from lover to lover.  Not a soul would know we were.  I giggled writing that!!

“You have some sort of trickeration up your non sleeve.  I just know it.”  I sighed.  It frustrates me no end when you do this shit.  “And stop saying you’re frustrated.”  ACK!!  Let me see if I can get you to bite.

I started with a shoulder shrug.  “I thought we’d wander aimlessly after lunch.  We could shop, we could walk, we could do just about anything.”  Your eyes said no sale.  “We could head to Navy Pier.”  It was the general direction of my plan.  “We haven’t been on the Ferris Wheel.”  You paled.  “What?”

“I don’t do heights well.”  Oh crap!

“You could sit close.  I’ll hold your hand.”

“It goes really, really high up.  And we’re having lunch.  Do you want to wear a Reuben sandwich?”  NO!  I took your hand and kissed it.

“We could head that general direction and see how our day goes.  Does that work?”  You were suspicious but you nodded.  So far, so good.  You seemed not to notice that I’d had you dress in a somewhat revealing pre-torn tee shirt.  You’ve seen them – the kind that cost an extra twenty bucks from a few strategic razor slashes.  Anyway, you didn’t seem to mind.

We wandered.  Female translation – lots of shopping, very little buying.  We had a blast.  The weather was delightful.  The walk was leisurely and purposeful.  It took a while, but finally you’d had about enough.

“Just tell me where you’re taking me and why!”  Impudent aren’t you?  Might as well fess up. 

“I thought we’d see ‘Grown Ups 2. ’” You looked at me like I had an STD. “It’s a couple hours of mindless entertainment.  We might actually laugh a little.”  I was struggling and you weren’t buying.  “Okay, I’ll say it again.  It’s a couple hours of mindless entertainment.  Can I get a kiss for that?”  Your kiss was closed mouth and way too quick.

“Is that the best you can do with your kiss, blondie?”  Um, no.  You spun me around so my back was against a building and kissed me.  Open mouthed, tongue to tongue, your hips pressing to mine, your hands holding my face.  Think wet and breathless.  Think ‘oh my god people are looking.’  Think ‘who gives a shit.’  Think ‘NOT ME!’

“Was that better?”  I was light headed and breathing rapidly.  Kitty wanted to know why we were still standing.  You took my hand and we walked, you airily and me... tripilly.  Yeah, I know it’s not a word.  You were very proud of yourself and I struggled to keep up for a few minutes until I regained my senses.  A good kiss can do that ya know!!

Did I mention I was ribboned?  Did I mention that Kara had the egg?  The only way I could get her to agree to walk with the egg was for me to ribbon.  That was part of why I was so light headed after the kiss.  It’s not easy walking like that.  It’s certainly not easy doing as much walking as we were while ribboned.  I did, however, get a wee bit of revenge.  She had no way of knowing when I’d turn the thing on or how high.

“Should we just get a cab?”  I smiled.  A cab would give me time to get you ready. 

“Sure.”  You hailed one and we headed to the theater.

“Take off your panties.”  I whispered it as we broke the kiss.  You stared.  “You heard me.”  You’d asked me why I had you wear a skirt.  I saw doubt in your eyes as you lifted your hips and peeled the black silk down your legs.

“You’re going to sniff them; I just know it.”  I giggled.  “And shut up about your ‘is there a point’ crap.’”  Crap!! 

“Sniffing them in the cab would just be wrong.”  My confident statement did nothing to reduce the stink eye you were giving me.  I dialed up the egg; the reaction was instantaneous.  You bit your lip and took a hitched breath.

“Still love me?”  You smiled and kissed me.

“You have something very evil planned for me, baby.  And yes I do.”  Yes I do – both. 

“Did you know the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier has cages?”  You scrunched your forehead.  I’ve only been there once.

“Now that you mention it, I think I knew but I’d forgotten.  You think... did you mention it to make me feel better?”

“Yeah, pretty much.  We don’t have to go if you won’t be comfy, but it might make it easier for you.”  You nodded.

We were a little early for the movie, which neither of us wanted to see.  But it was okay; we had time to pick out snacks.

“I’m gonna get some candy.  Do you want anything?”  I shook my head.

“I don’t care for any candy.  I’ll get some popcorn; I’ll make sure there’s enough for us to share.”

After we’d settled into our seats, you asked, “Why are we sitting so far back? There’s plenty of room closer to the screen.”

“The screen is the size of a house.  We’ll be able to see fine from here.  I wanted to sit away from the aisle so we don’t have people tripping over us.”  You shrugged and went back to your Junior Mints.

After the ‘coming attractions’ had begun, I turned up the egg.  I got a dirty look.  I grabbed the candy out of your hand.

“Hey, gimme that.”  You lunged for it but I held it away from you.  You got up and came after it.  I pushed my legs between yours and grabbed you, pulling you to my lap as you straddled me.  That had been my goal all along!!  Hee hee!

“Your baby wants some candy.”  I pulled you to me, unhooked your bra, then pushed my hands and cupped your breasts.

“Are you nuts?  There are people here?”  I looked around; there were a handful but it was still early.  And it was Friday. 

“The lights are down, there isn’t much of a crowd, and the reason for being at this idiotic movie is to have some fun with you.  Literally!”  I reached into the candy, took a piece, put my hand between your legs, rubbed the candy on your lips, and brought the candy to my lips.  You gasped.  I pulled your head to me and offered you the candy.  You giggled as you took it into your mouth, pushing your tongue into mine.  Which was also what I wanted.

After we stopped, you lay your forehead on mine and said, “You’re pretty sexy.”

“I just try to keep up with you, my blonde hottie.  Want some popcorn?”  You nodded.  I fed you popcorn, slowly at first, a couple of kernels at a time.  You chewed; not a problem.  I sped up the rate at which I fed you and how much.  You started to catch on and shook your head.  I tipped the bag and pulled your... ready? Pony tail!!  And ‘force fed’ you popcorn.  There was no way you could keep up, which I knew.  I bent and ate strays, which involved licking your skin through the razor cuts in your shirt.

“Are you having fun?”  You managed to get that out before I stuffed your mouth full of more popcorn.

“You betcha I am.”  I was swirling my fingers around the inside of the contained looking for ‘butter’ and salt.  “The movie stinks but we’re having fun.”  I pushed my fingers through the openings of your shirt and rubbed what was on my fingers on your nipples.  You giggled.

“This is really, really evil.”  I bent and lapped.

“Mm hmm.”  When I was through I paused.  “You’re delicious – salt or no salt.”  After a quick kiss, I bent and lapped your other nipple.  “I better make sure Sunny is really clean.”  I did; it wasn’t.  I’m lying.

“Do you want me to get you off?”  My fingers were teasing, which kind of made the question moot.  Your low moan was my answer.  I reached into the box of candy, took a few pieces, swiped them through the dampness between your legs, and spread the coated candy on your pearl.  “I guess today we find out what Ms. P tastes like with minty chocolate.”  I’m not sure why but you stiffened and moaned.  Oh my!  You shuddered your way through your orgasm, fingers clamped on my arm, teeth clamped on my shoulder.  Oh well, what’s another bruise.  Sure as hell is for a good cause!!

We’d got you fixed up and straightened up.  No, that did not include giving you your panties.  I thought that was rather sporting of me.  For some odd reason you didn’t. 

As we headed to the exits, one of the ticket takers stopped us.

“The projectionist insisted that I find the two of you.”  Huh?  We looked at each other.  She handed you an envelope.  “They’re passes that are good for the rest of the year.  He didn’t explain.”  You instantly turned crimson.  The young brunette was completely lost.  I smiled.

“Thank you so much.  Please thank him for both of us.  The movie is absolutely awful.”  She laughed and walked away.

You had ignored me and were looking for something.  I didn’t figure out what it was until you nearly dragged me in the direction of what was the ladies room.  Oh my god!  You’re really not.  I just about had to run as you made a bee line for the last open stall.  You pushed me inside, locked the door, and had my shorts and panties off in a jiff. 

You sat on the toilet seat and pulled me to you.  Oh my god!!!  I knew what it was but, candidly, I didn’t care.  I grunted when you bit my clit, but your fingers were a blur in and out of my sex.  I lifted a leg and stuck it on the seat behind you.  You smiled – evilly, wet face and all, and went back to devouring me.

That leg up thing – not a good idea when my orgasm rushed through me.  Think... okay, I don’t know where this came from.  Think 600 horsepower dragster when the light goes from red to green.  Yup, that’s how fast it blew up.  I had to put one hand on the stall wall and another on the wall behind you.  And put my leg on the ground.  And pray that my legs wouldn’t give out.  And pray that you’d never stop.  And curse under my breath when it left, despite, and trust me on this, your very best efforts!

My heart and my kitty were still pounding when you stood and kissed me.  I probably read about this somewhere.  When you let your girl kiss you and her face has you all over it, you’re pretty likely to... kiss her back.

Dressed and everything, we headed to Navy Pier.

“Did you figure out how we got these passes?”  Well, kinda.  We both were walking briskly... after!

“If I had to guess, I’d say he was watching, though I have no idea how.”  Nor do I know that ‘he’ was a dude. 

“Yeah, that’s what I figured.  It fucking turned me on to think we’d been watched the whole time.”  Oh really!

“I suppose I should have guessed by the way you enjoyed the balcony.”  You stopped.

“It’s not the same.”  Oh?  I made ‘confused’ face.

“Would you please explain?”  A sly smile.

“Yes, when we’re in our cage on the Ferris wheel.”  Is that so?

The walk wasn’t that long.  We bought our tickets; even on a late Friday afternoon we had to wait 30 minutes.  So we wandered.

“Have you ever been on one of the boats that do the scenic tour of the lake?”  I smiled.

“Uh huh.”  You stopped.  I shrugged.  “I was with someone who lives... lived in the area.  She brought me here on a date a few years ago.”

“Really?”  Yeah really.  I nodded.  “Do you ever talk to her; see her?”  I shook my head.

“No, Kara.  She... the two of you overlapped so to speak.”  That drew a giggle.  I knew why.  “I probably haven’t told you – there was a time I was pretty certain Dylan knew I was... with other people.  Naturally, he figured it was an affair with some dude.”  We were standing near the water doing nothing.  Your laced your fingers in mine and lay your other hand on top – just to let me know you wanted me to continue.  Take a deep breath and gulp hard, Lissy!  I did.

“I told you about how things were.  It got pretty tense at times.  Rachel was away at school and that helped.  I could be out at night and say I was with her.”  I lowered my eyes.  “Then there was his bullshit.”  I didn’t really want to get into that.

“We better get going.  It’s close to time.”  We walked; not much was said.  And I wasn’t very comfy with it.

We boarded and were locked in.  The wheel moved to let the next whatever out and in.  My hand hurt when you grabbed it.  I smiled, grimly, when you looked at me.  We may be all right – I’m not so sure about my hand and other body parts.

“Her name was... is Michelle.  She’s older than you and younger than me.”  I had to look away.  “She worked downtown; that’s how we met.  She’s gay like you... uh, us.”  You kissed me.

“Take your time, baby.  I’m all ears.”  I laughed; my fingers teased.

“No you’re not, blondie.”  You nodded as you caught your breath.

“Continue.”  I shook my head.  My heart is sitting next to me.  Michelle?  She was lovely and is old news. 

“Kara, I’d rather not.  She’s part of my past.  She was sweet, but the past is still the past.”  I kissed you.  “You’re my now.  We are!!”  Another kiss.  “Silly things like the movie; they’re what make a relationship real.  Not the sex; the fun that made the sex happen.  Do you understand?”  Please say yes!  I saw your eyes tear before I’d finished.

You nodded and said, “Yeah, of course I do.  How could I not?  Every... it all makes sense.”  You looked away, taking a deep breath.  “You were with him for a long time.  Me?”  A shrug.  “Every journey is unique.  I’ve had my share of good and bad; short and long.”  Note to self – ask!  “But you’re right.  We’re now; that’s what matters.”  You squirmed all of a sudden.  “Um, I have to pee!”  Your eyes were wide.  Oh fuck; I have no clue.  We were still way up in the sky. 

“Uhhhhh...”

How do you know when it’s just the right time for two lovers to be one?

You found your way into my arms; or was it me falling into you!  Who knows!  All that matters is we were still locked in our embrace every which way possible when the car stopped.  As slowly as the damn thing moves, it seems we’d attracted an audience of sorts.  They made a racket as we climbed out of the car.

I looked at you; you giggled.

Just like we’d planned it, you bowed and I curtseyed. 

The sun and our clothes were both long gone when we lay, panting, after dinner and after dining – on each other.

We talked over each other at first.  I stopped so you could continue.

“Did you see the cute woman with her Oriental lover as we headed west after leaving the Pier?”  Actually, I had.

“Did she look a little like... what was her name?  Kim?”  You nodded.

“I thought she did.”  There was a pause.  “I thought they looked at us a little...” I stopped you.

“YES!!  I thought so too, but I thought it was so random I didn’t mention it.”

“Did you notice they both wore what looked like collars?” I shook my head.  “Yup, they were different but kinda similar.”

“We’ll have to see if Rach mentions it when she calls... if she calls.”  You lifted your head.  I shrugged.  “Honey, they call when they call.  I hear from the older two and I hear from my youngest, but it’s pretty random.”

“There’s something in your voice, baby.”  I know.  Shut up about it.  Cuz I’m about to cry.  “You’re gonna cry!  Why?”

I felt my chin wobble as my eyes teared; I cursed my bladder.  Which was ridiculous.  Which I knew.  I shook my head.  “I have not one iota of a clue.  It’s... apparently it’s what you do if you’re a Mom.”  I shrugged.  “It’s weak but it’s all I’ve got.”  You crawled on top of me and pushed my legs apart.  Kitty approved!!

“Can I show my mom some love?”  Again?  Hee hee!!  I nodded.  We kissed.  Night night everybody!!

It wasn’t planned, but the weekend turned out to be dominated by talk of putting our respective domiciles up for sale and where we might choose to live after they were both sold.

“Did I mention our friends Jerry and Gail?”  We were on the balcony; you’d just come back after a visit to the ladies. 

“I think you mentioned them... um, in terms of that Christmas...” You were clearly uncomfortable about Dylan’s death.

“Yeah, Jerry and Dylan went to school together.  Anyway, I thought about inviting them to dinner.  It’s been way too long since I’ve seen or talked to them.  And I think Gail sells real estate.  I thought about asking if she’d like to help me sell the house.”  You spun around; I moaned.  I know it’s not really relevant, but your body!  Your breasts; they make me tingle when... you saw the look in my eyes.

“See something you like?”  Your hands cupped your girls.  You walked closer, shaking your glories, teasing me.  “Care for a taste?”  I moaned again and nodded.  I’m just being honest here.  I see my Kara naked all the time.  You’d think it would get routine.  Honestly – yeah, sometimes.  But isn’t some of the mystique that you never know when something is going to strike the match that lights the fire that is desire?

I had to bend to nurse.  Nurse?  Three kids; I know how my children nursed.  Trust me on that!

“Do you need me to get a chair?”  Grateful, I nodded.  You dragged a chair and knelt.  “I love feeding my breasticles to you.”  I had already latched on to you, so you spoke after a hitched breath.  “I don’t want you to strain too much.”  I nodded.  “Are you comfortable?”

“Mm hmm.”  I didn’t want to stop what I was doing.

“Do you want me to turn you loose?”  I shook my head.  “If we’re going to keep playing, maybe I should unhook you.”  I didn’t really want to be taken off the door.  We really had just begun to play.

“No, lover, you hinted that you had something new to show me.  Could today be the day... please?”  You giggled.

“Actually, I have several things I think you’ll enjoy.”  Your fingers curled around my girls, taunting me, teasing me.  “It’s almost time for lunch.  Are you hungry?”  We’d had breakfast earlier but command central was letting me know that it was about time for some food.

“Yes miss; I’d love something to eat.”  Intentionally said; you laughed.  You stood and walked to the table, did something with your hands, turned and came back to me.  My eyes widened and I laughed.  You’d stuck a carrot in your pussy.  You climbed on the chair.  I had to bend a bit, but I was able to munch on... okay, I’ll stop.  You get the visual.

Okay, I didn’t eat all of the carrot.  I bit off a piece, spit it out, and hurried to my prize – your kitty.  The last of it was extra yummy.  Wigglin eyebrows!!  Your moans were as well.  What?  I had to make sure there was no carrot juice left!  Bonus – I might have better night vision, which could hold me in good stead for our next night session on the door.

I got the feeling that your orgasm took you by surprise.  It did me.  Being on the door meant I was an active participant in the giving.  The enjoying was all yours.  No, there was nothing new about that!  But when we loved, it usually involved both of us giving.  It also meant we’d give and give and give until the one you’re loving begged you to stop.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 04



I wanted to hold you and couldn’t.  You held me to you as you shivered and regained your senses.

“Are you still hungry?”  I looked up at you.

“Uh, yeah, actually I am.”  Your blues sparkled.  You kissed me, climbed off the chair and went to the table, where you pawed through a plastic bag that contained... who knows what.  You turned; I moaned.  You had a Twizzler in your mouth.  You reached into the bag and pulled another one out.

I forgot to mention.  This Saturday, it seemed, was the day you’d test my fortitude.  You’d worn PVC thigh high boots and opera gloves that went above your elbows.  The carrots in your kitty, the Twizzlers, and the outfit were among the things I’d shared as fantasies during various pillow talk sessions.  Take a deep breath and continue, Lissy!

You sat in the chair, not a care in the world.  You’d take a bite, moan totally gratuitously, slap your breasts or your kitty with the candy, and wave it in front of my face, daring me to lunge and capture it.  If I didn’t, you’d stick the candy in my kitty, your blues on mine, pushing it in and out, then bring it to your mouth.  You made the most obscene scene out of putting the candy in your mouth, mimicking a blow job.  I could only giggle at that.

Begging was... a fruitless gesture?  I know; I’m sorry!  I did though, and I regretted it.

You reached into the bag, grabbed a handful, and shoved them all into my sex.  They didn’t begin to fill me, but then again, that wasn’t the goal!  It seemed the goal was to tease me.

“One for you; one for me.”  Uh huh.  Yours included smacking Sally.  Mine?  Not so much.

“Do you like my outfit, baby?”  By now I was crazed; you’d teased me for what felt like hours.

“Would you please fuck me?  We have things to talk about and I need...”

“I know what you need, Lissy.”  You kissed me and went back to the table.  You slipped into the harness.  When you turned, my eyes widened.  You’d bought what looked like a bigger, longer dildo.  “Say hello to my little friend!!”

We couldn’t stop laughing.  It completely spoiled the moment, which turned out to be perfectly fine.  We laughed and laughed.  You released me from the restraints so I could hold you.  I did.  We kissed.  It started out soft and sweet but that was a false positive if there ever was one.  Hands moved here and there, pulling, caressing... begging.

You wound up on your back.  I wound up on top of you, riding that plastic glory till both of us cried out, one after the other, screaming as we gave ourselves over to the explosion that, thankfully, was inevitable after all that had gone before.

There were giggles and more in the shower we shared after we’d had lunch.  NO, carrots and Twizzlers did not cut it for lunch.  Besides, we had to plan the rest of our weekend.  Which was fun.

“What do you want to do?”

You looked up and said, “You.”

“I think you are.”  You didn’t stop what you were doing.

“Mm hmm.”  Expansive isn’t she?

“If it’s not too much trouble could you expound on that?”  You giggled.

“Do you really want me to stop what I’m doing?”  Not really; whatever you’re cooking smelled wonderful. 

“What is that anyway?”  A look over your shoulder came with a smile.

“Al dente pasta ala blondie.”  Oh really! 

“That sounds delicious.”

“I am.”  Giggles seemed to be the order of the day.  I came over to the stove, grabbed a spoon, dipped it into the pot of boiling water and pasta, found a noodle, blew on it, and brought it to my lips.

“I believe your al dente is all dente-d.”  Lots more giggling.  I found another rigatoni, which wasn’t very rigid, and put it somewhere that wasn’t your mouth.  For some reason you giggled.  For a moment; until I bent and... um, ate it.

We had lunch a wee bit later.  Hee hee.  Some of the pasta was used in the making of... oh never mind!!

So anyway... 

“We don’t have any plans tonight do we.”  You wiggled your eyebrows.  “Bitch!  I know about you and your Saturday fireworks fetish.” 

“You’re the one with the fireworks thingie.”

“I’m ignoring you!  You wanna go clubbing tonight?  I had something in mind that might be fun.”  An eyebrow lifted.

“Do tell.”  I smiled.

“What if we went somewhere but we don’t go in together.”  Your brow furrowed.  “Stay with me blondie.  You go one way and I go the other, so to speak.  We both do whatever, with whomever.  And it happens that we find each other – whether on the dance floor or at the bar.  We make it look like we’re strangers attracted to each other – totally out of the blue.”  The grin was getting wider; your eyes sparkled a little brighter.  (If that’s possible!) 

“I like it, if I’m following where you’re going with this.  It’s hysterical.  We might get hit on by dudes and women.  We lead them on, then we ‘meet,’ pretending, etcetera.”  Hands went on hips.  “After we ‘meet,’ how do we manage to leave together?”  I swear – blondes!  Wigglin’ eyebrows.

“One of us, or both, engages another woman at the bar or wherever we are in conversation.  One brings the other over, make introductions, etc.”  I made hand gestures... you nodded.

“This is good; really good; seriously good!!  I can see hilarious possibilities here.  Um, what if some stray puppy happens to find one of us attractive.”  I couldn’t help myself; I had to come kiss you.

“Lover, you’re so goddamn gorgeous that puppies and kitties will be all over you.”  You blushed.  I slid my hands over all too familiar terrain, which included brushing strays out of your downturned eyes.  “Look at me.”  You did, blushing all the while.  “You’re beautiful.”  You frowned.  “Nuh uh; don’t!”  You stuck your tongue out.

“You make me out like I’m some beauty queen.”  Yeah, I do.  “I’m not much more than a thirty something blonde on the downhill slope toward forty.”  Oh?

“We’ve already made enough whoopee today...” You turned.

“Oh?”  I couldn’t help myself; I laughed... long and loud.

“Okay, okay, so maybe not nearly enough.”  There was malice, or its cousin, in your eye as you fished for a stray rigatoni and walked to my chair.  After straddling me, you pushed it between my lips.  The ones south of my nose.  I slurped it, my eyes on yours.  “Are we going to do anything this weekend other than...” Someone’s sweet, soft lips covered mine.  It was my good fortune I knew who she was.  Intimately!  Biblically!!  Shut up Lissy!!!

The night was hysterical.  Miss Couldn’t Stop Giggling was the perfect foil in our little ‘drama.’  After all the years of being married, I thought I was the actress in this relationship.  Kara was perfect.  I had a gorgeous brunette hanging on my arm after we’d danced... well okay, it was three times.  Yeah, the last time Kara cut in.  Not quite on cue, but it worked!

The charade continued when we went to the bar.  We pretended to be strangers who’d just met.

“You’re a really good dancer.  I’m Lissy Stone.”

“Nice to meet you, Lissy.  I’m Kara Thornton.  You’re pretty sexy.  Are you here alone or is there some hunk going to ride in on a stallion?”  It was so over the top silly I had to laugh.

“I’m not interested in stallions; I prefer fillies.”  You played along perfectly as the blues widened in ‘surprise.’

“Oh really?  Maybe this is my lucky night.  I’ve been looking for a new filly for my... stable.”  Stable huh?

“Oh really; are you a player?”  I saw the blues blink.  You knew I’d taken this far beyond where you’d thought it out.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty filly?”  Cheater!

“I’m kind of a wine girl; places like this rarely have anything good on the shelf.  How about a vodka and cranberry?  Make it an Effen vodka.  I prefer things that are top shelf.”  I saw the smirk.   Drinks were ordered.  You paid.

“Here’s to your top shelf, pretty filly.”  We tipped glasses.  “You here all night or are you moving from club to club?”

“It’s a Saturday night in the big city.  I have no plans.  We’ll see what the night brings.”  I looked you up and down with lust in my eyes.  “If you play your cards right, blondie, you might wind up in my bed.”  You hid the grin with a sip.

“And what happens in that bed?  Fireworks?”  Well played!!  I nodded.

“It could happen.  You wanna try that dance thing again after we finish our drinks?”

“Let me make a stop at the ladies room first.  Don’t leave me high and dry for some young hottie, Lissy.”  Fat chance!

Gorgeous brunette saw her opportunity and hurried over.  “Do you two know each other?”  What was her name again? 

“I never met the young lady.”  Brown eyes brightened.  “You told me your name, darlin’, and I don’t remember.”

Storm clouds.  “Terese.  Bye.”  Good riddance.

A pretty woman walked by, looked at me, stopped, and said, “Didn’t I see you... yesterday I think, down by the Pier?”  Hey, she looks familiar.  She was with the Asian girl who looked like Kim.

“Uh, yeah... my girlfriend and I wasted a time seeing a stupid movie, but the Ferris wheel made up for it.”  She nodded.

“Shade and I did that too.  It’s super fun, especially when the skyline is clear.”  She stuck out her hand.  “I’m Destiny.”

“I’m Lissy; my honey went to powder her nose.”  Speaking of which, Kara was coming back with... really?

“Hey baby, look who I found.”  Your eyes went from me to Destiny and back.  “It seems the other halves of the couples have already met.  Hi, I’m Kara.  You must be Destiny.”  Handshakes and greetings were exchanged.  All other plans for the night went out the window!

There were giggles about seeing each other and about being in the same club the very next night.  Then there was this.

“We noticed the two of you were wearing collars.  They look pretty similar.  What’s up with that?”  Blondie! 

Destiny looked at Shade, who nodded.  “Well, it’s part of us as a couple.  Skipping tons of detail, Shade discovered that she has a submissive side.”  A shrug.  “It’s more about our relationship; how we love each other.  The collars were gifts.”

Okay, that was clear as mud.  I saw blondie look at me.  Maybe I jumped too quickly to a conclusion.

“Do you take turns, so to speak, with who takes the lead?”  I blushed, not believing she was being so bold.

Shade stepped up; all five foot nothing of her.  “Yes; to use trite terms, sometimes Destiny is the top and sometimes I am.  It’s all about the mood and the moment.  Do the two of you play?”  I looked around for a rock to crawl under. 

“Um, our relationship is still new enough that we’re experimenting.  It’s hard to say yet who likes what.”

I downed the rest of my drink and said, “I need to use the ladies room.  It was nice to meet you both.  I’ll be right back.”

After the interminable wait, I sat in the stall, head in my hands.  I don’t know why it bothered me to hear about Shade and Destiny, or that Kara mentioned some stuff about us.  I guess I’m older and more set in my ways than I thought.  Is this ever gonna end?  I shook my head – no easy answer bubbled to the surface.

“Lissy?”  A cold stab of fear straightened my spine.  I had no idea who was calling my name.  “Lissy, are you there?”  She may or may not be waiting when I exit the stall.  Then there’s the matter of me hogging a stall in an always crowded ladies room.  I was already put back together; I opened the door.  You have to be kidding me!!

“Are you upset with me that I saw you come in and followed you?”  Yes you idiot! 

“Terese, I’m with my girlfriend.  We met another couple quite unexpectedly.”  Her face fell.  “I need to get back to them.”

“Oh; I didn’t know you were with that washed out blonde tra...” I’d have punched her, but a night in jail – not so good!

“I love that washed out blonde you...” Nope; I’m not gonna waste the energy on her.  I was quite proud of myself as I strode confidently back to the bar where my blondie was... nowhere to be found.  What the fuck??  I looked.  No purses, not drinks, no signs of life.  Scanning the dance floor and the rest was a waste of time. 

I had no clue what to do.  I ordered a club soda.  It would be a long, lonely and expensive cab ride home.  My home!

Not our home!

I cried.

The bartender brought my club soda and said, “Your girlfriend said she’d text you as soon as she knew where the other two were taking her since you took so long in the ladies room.”  I bit back my urge to stab him with the plastic swizzle stick and smiled.  Oh god, my phone!!  I grabbed it from my purse.  There was a text! 

“Baby... we’re down the street at 1260.  Look for the blue neon lights.  Mention Shade’s name; seems to carry some clout.  ILU!”  I ran like a fool.  Shade’s name got me past the ropes and the cover.  Once inside, I found a sea of humanity.  Gorgeous, young, and most certainly not 56 with children.  I didn’t even know where to begin to look.  In what may have been two or three of the most frantic minutes of my life, I scanned the floor for my Kara.

My Kara – let’s talk about that shall we! 

This seems as good a time as any. 

Lissy, is this what you really want?

Hey conscience – do you have any better ideas or options?

That’s not the point.  Is she what you want?

One one thousand.

Two one thousand.

Three one thousand.

I’m as sure that she is as I’ve been sure about... anything... in my... life.

That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement.

Fuck off!  You know why I hesitated.

Yes, that’s true.  So say it out loud.

You can guess what happened next – tears.

I hate this!  You know I’m scared of our age difference.  She’s not that much older than my Jenna.  I know it’s way more in my head than hers, okay.  But I don’t know how to quiet those demons.

Is She What You Want?

You don’t give up do you?

Do you?

Should I?

Do you need me to ask again?

One one thousand.

“NO!” I said; screamed it actually!  About two dozen heads turned and looked at the psycho bitch that was me.

“Lissy!!”  The cry was frantic.  I had just wiped my eyes.  My lover was calling for me.  I couldn’t stop the tears.

She flung her arms around my neck and pressed herself to me with abandon.  I don’t know if it was relief, her voice, or that body I adore... nor did I care.  I just knew I was home.  In that instant, any question about whether she’s what I want was answered.

“Come on, baby.  Shade and Destiny are fun.  This club is fun.”  The blues were bright.  She kissed me; those blues dug deep into my soul.  “I love you!  Let’s tear this place up!”  She grabbed my hand and led me to a table.

We had the best time!!  There were the usual questions... how did you two meet.  OMG – that was interesting!  I thought ours was different.  And I was sure they both skipped over a whole lotta details. 

Anyway, we did what you do at a dance club on a Saturday night – we danced!! There were four of us, so we all danced with all four of us.  Yes, there were pairings.  Yes, the dancing got more... um.  How do I explain this?  Sexy is as sexy does!  How does that sound?  I giggled as I wrote it.  Can I get a... fan please?

Destiny is a bit shorter than I am and Shade... LOL... blondie sorta towers over her.  Which is hysterical.  To me!  Which annoys the crap outta her.  Which she made sure to let me know as she peeked as I was writing about whatever this is.

When I asked Destiny about her outfit she blushed. 

“My wardrobe changed quite a bit... after Shade and I met.” Both Kara and I took note of the hesitation and the look.  We let it go.  Destiny didn’t.  She cleared her throat and said, “It took a little time to get comfy but I’m good with it now.”

I won’t bore you with much more.  They’re delightful.  We took each others email addresses and cell phone numbers.  I’m not sure which couple was in more of a hurry to hurry home.

The cab ride home was intimate.  What was left of the night was, to put it mildly, delicious and intimate.  Details will not be provided.  Scratch that.  Seems blondie was pretty happy about that Saturday evening.  She’s nuzzling my ear and whispering all sorts of naughty things.  Yes dear, I’ll tell them; now go away.  She’s pouting.  I love her!

It was just one of those things I guess.  I wanted Kara to take me.  She wanted to know how.

“Those under the bed things.  Figure out some way to use them to restrain my ankles.  Could you use the thigh highs to ... maybe tie my hands to my legs?”

“You’d want me to do that to you?”

“There have to be about 10 billion ways for us to make love.  The possibilities have to be endless.  It’s you and me; what feels good, what excites us, what helps you, or me, or both get off.”  I had no idea what I was saying.  Kitty was soaked already.  Your fingers in my panties didn’t help much.  My fingers weren’t exactly sitting idly during all of this.

The elevator was wonderfully slow.  I had you half undressed before the door opened.

“Take my clothes off.”  What!!!  I looked; your eyes were cloudy and gray.  “Just do it.”  I did.  I grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind you.  You were panting as we walked down the hall.  I pushed you face first against the door and looked for my keys.  I smiled; this was the perfect opportunity to fumble for them.  I did.

“What the fuck is taking so long?”  I spun you around so any and everyone could see your charms.  My hand went between your legs; you shivered.  Two fingers slid easily into you and I pushed them as far as I could as you moaned.

“You wanted to be naked.  You are.  Shut the fuck up about the keys.”  I pulled my fingers from your pussy and shoved them in your mouth.  You slurped, sucked, swirled your tongue, and moaned like the bitch in heat you were. 

I took the fingers out and replaced them with the strap from my purse.  “Hold this while I look for the keys.”  Wide gray eyes stared.  I knew exactly where the keys were and took forever as you fumed.

The elevator dinged; you squealed in alarm.

There is no way I can adequately describe how funny “Get those fucking keys and hurry” sounds when garbled by a strap in someone’s mouth.  Especially when that mouth was covered by my lips.  I pushed the keys in the door, opened it, and held you as you stumbled, all as the elevator door opened.  The door closed behind us.  You slapped me, screeching horrid things.  I was laughing so hard I doubled over.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?  You had me naked in the hallway while you fumbled for the keys.  I could have been seen by anyone.  Anyone that came out of their unit; anyone that came off the elevator.”  I was still laughing.

Gasping, I said, “You wanted to be seen; that’s why you had me take your clothes off you dope.  Besides, I had the keys in my hand the whole time.  I was just fucking with ya.  Now come here and kiss me.”

After my clothes were off, and fingers, lips and tongue did their mischievous and glorious things, we moved to the bed.

“Are you still interested in that restraint thingy you talked about in the cab?”  Hee hee.

“Are you still blonde?”  You pouted.  “Oh stop it; of course I am, if you are.”  We kissed and things, which consumed an unknown quantity of time.

“I have no idea what I’m doing here.”  That makes two of us!

You did just fine!!  The straps worked perfectly and the stockings did what we intended.  My arms and legs were restrained.  I was naked, facing the center of the bed, and you had access to every bit of me, which didn’t need restraints.  But it was being restrained that added that zip we both sought.  Well, no, not really; but... do you know what I mean?

You’re a bold little blonde stump.  The way we had me... whatever we had me, was perfect!!  I could gorge myself on your kitty and I did.  Your hand in my hair may have played a role but I never complained.  Neither did you.  When I finally finished with you (I crack myself up), you asked if you could feast on my kitty.  I’m lying.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 04



You did something that absolutely amazed me.  On your back, you slid yourself so you could nibble on my pussy, and you somehow pushed off the bed and locked your legs behind my head.  Is the visual clear?  Hee hee.  Your kitty certainly was.  I’m not sure I’ve seen a picture of that on Tumblr yet but I bet I will very soon!!  I know, I know – no dot com.

I love the way we love.  I love that you respond so wantonly, so vigorously, so no holds barred.  I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I try extra hard cuz of that little devil in my head that worries about you.  But she’s a devil; you’re my angel.

Your new ‘little friend’ strapped to your hips, you inched your way to me.

“Get this bitch ready to fuck you, baby.”

I did.

One of the more erotic scenes of my life was you scurrying on your back, hands on my impaler, your eyes on mine.

“Ready for me?”  I tried to lower myself but your restraints held.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.  I want you... I want your cock to fuck me.  You already have my heart.  Take me; take my pussy.”  I was crazed.  This is not a stretch. 

You did.  Oh my god you did!!!  You fucked me all to hell and back.  I lost track of how many times I came – not that it matters.  I’m honestly not sure if it was that I was restrained, that you were doing what you did, or both.  Does anyone care?  I mean really!!  Here’s what I know – when you were done with me, we were spent.  Limp, breathless, gasping for air, twitching, panting, moaning... all right, I’ll stop.

You released me.  Oh god!!  If only I could catalogue all the ways you’ve actually done that, Kara.  I hope this story is testament to just how you have... are.

Anyway, you get the idea.  We snuggled, we kissed, and sleep took us.

Your fingers caressed me as I slowly came awake.  Feather light, I stayed on my tummy as you curved, caressed and rode over my torso.  When I purred, you bent to kiss my neck.  After sweeping my hair away, you bent, showering me with kisses, nibbles and licks.  I’m only human – I shivered and begged for more.  

“More?  More what baby?  More this?”  Your fingers dipped between my legs.  I jerked at your touch.  You giggled.  “Is kitty sore after our night?”  Your fingers continued their soft seduction, moving further south.  You lay your head on my back.  “Feel free to join in the conversation.”  I shook my head and wiggled my ass.  You nodded.

“Can we stay here, just like this, for the entirety of Sunday?”  You giggled again.

“Entirety eh?  Big words for being so tired.”  Fuck you.  Hmm.

“Can we have our meals in bed?”  More giggles.

I lifted so you could slide beneath me.  I kissed you, morning mouth and all, and pushed your legs apart.  I held your head, my fingers in your hair.  You alternately caressed and scraped me with fingers and nails as you glided all over my back and backside.  We were just beginning to settle into a rhythm when our lips parted.  We both panted for a few moments.  I felt liquid, sexy and alive.  I looked into the eyes of my love and smiled.  You surprised me.

“What was last night like for you?”  Wow, you totally got me with that!  And, um, how do I explain what I felt. 

“I’m not sure if I can do it justice in an explanation but I’ll try.”  You squirmed beneath me.  I looked; there was mischief and more in your eyes.  I kissed you again as my heart filled, yet again, with love.  “This will be interesting - talking while fucking you.”  You lifted and kissed me, then licked the tip of my nose.  Brat!  I moved, rocking my hips, pressing to you as we started up again.

“There’s something very freeing about not having the use of my arms or of my arms and legs.  You could do anything you wanted to me, or you could have done nothing at all.  Once I give you permission, I’m totally your plaything.  Last night probably wasn’t the best example, but it could have been.”  You scrunched between your eyes.  “Confused?  Sorry; how about this – giving up control gives me complete freedom.”  You eyes widened.  “What, lover, tell me please.”

We were still body to body but had stopped.  And that’s not easy when that body is your lovers.

“I read something the other day that sounds a little like what you just said. ‘Submission is an act of free will freely given.’  It spooked me when you said what you did cuz it sounded so much like what I read.”  I’d gotten chills when you repeated what you’d read.  “I don’t think either of us wants this to be all of what our relationship is about, but tell me what you need and I’ll help you any way I can.”  I want to cry.

“Do you remember where you read that gorgeous sentence?”  Dismay was etched on your face as you shook your head.  You squirmed beneath me again.  Were you reminding me where we were and what we were doing, or was it just a ‘call to action?’  You cupped my face and kissed me. 

I moved; you moved; you smiled, and said, “I want you to restrain me.”  Oh God!  “I want to know what you felt last night.  You’re always incredible, baby, but last night...”  I stopped you with a kiss. 

In an instant it went from slow and sweet to hot and fast.  How does that happen?  Who cares?  Our hands were all over each other.  I pushed a hand between your legs, into your center.  You moaned into my mouth as we kissed.  I felt my center flutter like it does when I begin the climb to glory.  You must have felt it because you shivered.  You pulled your legs high and held them with your hands behind your knees.  Slick as we were, kitty didn’t have any friction or pain.  Last night’s frolicking was forgotten in a teeming cauldron of desire.  Love and lust roared through my veins, guiding me as I made love to you.  You shook your head.  What?

“Please stop,” you said, breathless.  “Please don’t be angry.  I want you to bind me, restrain me, and then do whatever your heart desires.”  You’re nuts, do you know that?  “I’m not nuts; a little crazed sometimes – yes.”  I giggled.  “Please, Lissy, do this for me.  Now, before I lose my nerve.  Please.”

I honestly have no way to resist; I just can’t.

A few minutes later we were all done.

“Are you comfy?”

“I have a pillow under my head, my legs are in the air, ankles held in straps, and my wrists clipped to my ankles.”  Your nostril flared.  “This is just like before, only different.”  I giggled.  “I’m all yours, baby.  You’re thinking it so I’ll say it.  I am anyway.”  I really hate that. 

I kissed you and got up from the bed.  “Where are you going?”  There was panic in your voice.

“I’m going to make some coffee.”  I called over my shoulder, “You want a bagel?”  You shrieked.  “What was that?”

“Get back here you bitch!”  I snickered.

“I have to go potty, lover, brush my teeth, that sort of thing.  When the coffee’s made I’ll be back.”  I had to cover my mouth this time; the giggle was louder.  “You just hang out; I’ll be there soon.”  Oh god; this is so evil.  I went to our toy store, fished around for something, found it, and brought it to you.  “This should keep you in the mood.”  Your eyes were wide as you saw the vibe in my hand.  I turned it on, bent to kiss a very vulnerable kitty, and pushed it deep inside you.

“You are SO dead, lady.”  You turned your head side to side to avoid my kiss.  One hand on your chin had little effect.  I took your face in both hands and kissed you.  You tried to bite my lip.

“An act of free will freely given, lover.  Remember?”  You voiced your frustration with a groan that was thick and hoarse.  “The curtain will go up on this little farce shortly.  I’ll be right back.”

“Bring a wet washcloth please.”  Huh? 

“Okay.”  You didn’t resist my kiss this time.  I thanked you by nipping lightly on each nipple and got a moan in reply.

There was no coffee and bagel.  That was just to annoy Kara.  I did go potty and brush my teeth.  I washed my face and pussy while I was at it.  Might as well, right?  After putting the washcloth on the night stand, I climbed on the bed, got between your legs, and kissed you.  Well, truth be told, I kissed kitty and kissed my way north, with perky stopping points along the way.  Hazy grays greeted me.  I kissed you, which was wonderful as always.

“You are so beautiful.”  I smiled.  “No one would believe your age if they saw you parade around in front of me naked like you are.  Your girls have lost the battle of gravity but you’re hardly alone there.”  Not pretty to hear but true.  “Would you please take the vibe from me?  I much prefer your mouth, or whatever you have planned for me.”

As I slipped the silver bullet from your center, I asked, “What did you want me to do with the washcloth?”

“Would you please wash my butt?”  Total shock.  “I may want you to play there later and I’ll feel better if I’m clean.”

I smiled.  “Fair enough lover.”  I washed as thoroughly as I could.  It’s not like it’s a big job.  I took a deep breath.  “Do you want me to do a taste test?”  You grinned.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”  You nodded.  Oh well, here’s goes who knows what!!  I bent and tasted my first ass.  You shivered.  Freshly clean, there was no taste.  “More?”  You groaned.  Okay!

Again, there’s not much to explore.  I did what I could.  The way you were exposed, I had full access to every bit of your most intimate parts.  So, I loved ‘em all.  Gave kitty a kiss and promised we’d have a much more detailed... something.  You laughed out loud at my silliness.

I spent time on the soft skin where leg meets torso.  Your contented sighs and shivers let me know you enjoyed it.  My fingers were part of this as well, scraping here, soothing there.  My lips kissed, my tongue lapped, even my eyelashes got some action.  Feather kissing your little puckered hole with my eyelashes left you gasping and squirming as much as you could.  THAT was filed away in the memory bank!!!

“Please fuck me.”  I suppose it was inevitable after all the foreplay that you’d want me to just put on the strappy and get to the main event.  It was a little early but whatever.  I got off the bed and headed to the toy box.  “Where are you going?”  If there was panic before, this time your voice was nearly hysterical.  I turned.

“I’m getting the harness.”  You shook your head.   Huh?  OH?

“Use the vibe, baby.  Use it to fuck my ass.  Use your tongue, your fingers, anything.  Just fuck me.”  Oh my!  It was primal, carnal and, above all, desperate.

“Do you want me to get lubricant or anything?”  You started shaking your head at ‘get.’  I dipped my fingers into your cunt.  You screamed and lifted your hips as best as you could.  You used every bit of muscle power you had to hold me, to put a death grip on my fingers.  I pretty much knew you wanted me to add another finger, but I also knew if I did, you were more likely than not to careen into orgasmic heaven.  Which might be interesting!!

I pulled out my fingers.  You cursed me; I won’t repeat what you said.  It was salty, very unlike what my tongue tasted when I bent to you.  You shrieked... and cursed some more, begging for me to take you those last few inches into bliss.  I pushed the bullet deep inside you.  You grunted, and panted, and pleaded, and moaned when I turned it on.  And cursed when I took it out, inch by delicious by tantalizing by devilish inch.  Thank god you love me!!

While I snuck it out of your kitty, my mouth was laving your puckered star.  I drove my tongue into your depths, using the fingers from my free hand to hold you open as best as I could.  You’d stopped; I wasn’t sure why.  Perhaps the sensations were too new.  Whatever; you seemed to be enjoying, so I kept doing.  Since neither of us had any guideposts, I finally stopped my oral assault and began to push the well lubricated bullet into you.  There was resistance of course.  I felt you tense and push back.  Oddly, that made the pushing easier.  Note to self!!

“Oh god, Lissy, this is fucking fabulous.  I never knew it could be so good.”  Only about a third of the bullet was inside you.  I pushed the rest in a little more quickly.  You started... I don’t know what to call them.  Unintelligible grunts is the best I could come up with.  The way you were restrained seemed to limit how much you could move - which was noted.

I gave a moment’s thought to a DP, but you were enjoying your anal assault so much that I let that pass.  Your mutterings continued.  I wasn’t sure, here, how to up the ante. 

Then I did.  Bending to familiar territory, I slurped Ms. P and gave her the best I got.  You shrieked, apparently sent into another galaxy of pleasure. 

I took full advantage and pressed two fingers into your depths.  Whatever shreds of control remained were cast aside as you convulsed.  I love loving my lover, and this was no exception.  I kept doing what sent you into orbit.  You kept shrieking as sky rockets screamed, it seemed, to the furthest reaches of your physical and mental boundaries.

I continued to learn that there are not limits to how you could be pleasured.  Grateful?  Of course.  But the real winner, as always, is and will be us!!  That will always be the sounding board.  And speaking of sounding!!!

You continued to wail as I loved you.  Eventually, as it was deemed to be, the fabulous bitch that was your orgasm slunk away.  You shivered and moaned as it left.  I did nothing, letting you simmer in what felt like a glorious explosion.  I was thrilled to be a part of it.  Happy to have been there.  I could only hope it was the first step in a new SOMETHING on our journey to wherever we were going.

When all the shakes, rattles and rolls had subsided, and after all the toys and restraints were gone, we cuddled.  I’m not sure it was noon; it didn’t matter.  Another milestone had been crossed.  I have no idea if that’s the right word but I was too tired to worry.  Like you, I slipped away into a deep, restful sleep.

We showered after our nap, smiling and giggling.  We were both crazy hungry.  We had things to do.

“That was out of this world, baby.  If you felt anything like I did, you really had a helluva night.”  You were washing my foot, which sat on your knee.  It’s among the fun little intimacies we give each other when we shower.  After rinsing, you kissed my foot and said, “You have cute toes, girlfriend.  Gimme the other one.”  I did.

“So you’d like to do that again?”  You nodded.  “The anal play or being restrained?” 

You smacked my foot and said, “Both silly.  Neither one is an all the time thing but damn!  You’re next in the butt play.”  Yeah well, I wouldn’t have been too excited about that but...

“I guess I’ll have to give it a go after your screaming good review.”  You laughed and stood.

“You had me goin’ pretty good, lady.  Kitty is resting quite comfortably.”  Well now, I couldn’t just let that happen.  I bent to give her a wake up kiss.  You moaned.  Hmm; I suppose lunch could wait a little longer.
***
We sat in the always crowded Lou Mitchell’s.  When we ordered, I tried to pull a fast one by telling our server we were going to the Cubs game.  I got a baleful stare.  The blonde wench giggled.

“How was I to know the game is being played tonight?  And you’re not supposed to laugh.  We’re both hungry.”

Still laughing, you said, “And clean.”  True that!  Ms. kitty was resting quite comfortably, thank you very much.  To celebrate our very carnal weekend, we were both ribboned.  You were squirming; I asked why.

“I don’t think wearing jeans is a good idea when ribboned.  They, um, rub.  It’s very delicious; a little too much so.”

Our food was served.  We’d ordered the half pound burger, fries, and small tossed salads with dressing.  The burger would be shared.  Pink lemonade sounded delicious and was.  We talked as we ate.  Okay, inhaled is more like it.

“When are you gonna call the kids about selling your house?”  I know, I know.  Stop yelling. I’m procrastinating on this. 

“Soon.”  The blues commenced to rolling. 

“Give me your phone, Lissy.”  I hate her! 

“I’m not gonna let you sleep with me tonight if you don’t stop.”  Thankfully, the restaurant wasn’t as crowded as normal, so your laughter didn’t attract too much attention. 

“Yeah right.”  I gave her the goddamn phone.

Dinner would be on the 21st; next Sunday.  Kara had called Jenna, who said Ian was working, so she was happy to have the chance to see her sibs and get a meal she wasn’t cooking.  Kara said JR was happy to hear from us and promised to be there.  I got to call Rachel.

“Mom, I’m working.  Can I call you back?”  I should have known. 

“Can you stop by the house before you go downtown?”  Silence.

“Sure; I’ll see you later.  Love you, bye.”  Ugh!

Kara, who was driving, looked at me.  “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head.  “It may be something or it may be nothing.  When I asked her to stop by the house, there was a lengthy silence.  I don’t know; we’ll see.  I don’t want to make too big of a deal about it.”

“So what’s my big surprise that you won’t tell me about?”  See why I hate her?  Wink!

“Nope, not happening.”

“I should have asked you Saturday night when I had my chance.”  Wet!  Kitty shivered; Mom did too.

“That’s totally dirty pool and so not appreciated.  And it was very well done.  And I’m still not telling.”

“I’m not gonna let you sleep with me tonight if you don’t tell me.”  We both roared.  “I’m not kidding!”  I doubled over.

The minute we walked in the door I knew why Rach had gone quiet.  The house looked lived in.  I don’t know if Kara would know but I did.  If you have your own place you know what I mean.  My baby blonde isn’t a slob by any means, but things weren’t where I put them.  There were dishes in the sink.  That sort of thing.  No biggie; she’s my kid and this is her home too.  Something was definitely out of whack though.  I’d find out what when she came home.

“You okay, baby?”  I nodded.

“Like I said, I’ll find out more when she’s done with work.”  You cocked your head.

“She’s been here?”

“Yup; I’m guessing if I go upstairs, I’ll find her bed unmade and toiletries and stuff in the bathroom.”  I shrugged.  “She has some of it here anyway, but it looks different if she’s staying here.”

“Oh god; I hope things are okay with her and June.”  Exactly!  “She hasn’t said anything?”  I shook my head.

“I’m going to call Gail.  She’s probably working, but I can leave a message.”  I did, she was, and I did.  Sigh!

“It’s not too bad out.  Let’s go sit outside and talk.  Bring your juice.”  I did.

You were fidgety.  I’m fidgety; my kids are fidgety.  I had to know what was going on between those blonde ears.

“You feel like you’re dying to ask me something or tell me something.  Out with it, blondie.”  You laughed.

“I shouldn’t fidget in front of a fidgeter.  Ya got me, baby.”  We both smiled at your verbal faux pas.  “My pointed little head has been on fire all day thinking about last night.”  Yup, I laughed at her characterization!  She ignored me, as she is wont to do.  “I’m ignoring you!”  Bitch!  “Anyway, I have no clue why I told you to undress me in the elevator.”  I do, I think!  “I was dripping, absolutely on fire, every nerve tingling as we walked down the hall.”  I smiled and undressed her with my eyes.  “Stop that!”  I shook my head.  You giggled.  “Anyway, when you pushed the strap of your purse into my mouth... Lissy, if you had touched me, I would have screamed till dawn.”  Well now!! 

“Thank you for that revelation, Miss Manners!”  Our laughter may have shaken foundations of neighboring homes.  You came and sat in my lap.  Hi neighbors!!  “Are you telling me you’re something of an exhibitionist?”  The shiver helped!

“If I am, it’s something unexplored.  Not at all unlike most of what we’re doing in this here relationship.”  Woman speaks the truth; gotta give her that.  She’s mine; all mine!!  And I kissed her just like she was!!  And it got hotter as it does.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 04



“Mom!”  Of course!!  I released you from my grip; you didn’t move a muscle.

“Out back, honey!”  A blonde head led the way as my baby came outside.

“Good grief.  I think this is what you were doing last time I saw the two of you.”

Rach came and kissed both of us.  We did a three way hug.  Well, there was no reason not to.  I pushed Kara off my lap and pulled my daughter on it to replace her.  She curled herself like... sigh!

“Both of us know something’s goin’ on, honey.  How long have you been here?”  My baby made herself smaller on my lap – if that’s possible.  I tightened my grip on her.

Her voice little and tremulous, she said, “Since last weekend.”  Oh gawd!!  I kissed her hair and began to rub her back.

“Go ahead.”  She started to cry.  I had to fight back tears.  I stole a glance at my honey, who was keeping a close eye on everything.  She smiled through her leaky eyes and nodded.

“You’re gonna make me aren’t you?”  You know the answer, honey.  We’ve done this since you were in junior high.  I nodded.  “Okay fine.  We had a big fight.  I had to work the next day and when I came home, June was gone.  It was a Friday.  I thought maybe she’d stayed out with people from work.  She does that once in a while.  Normally she’d text.  Anyway, I came home to find her gone.  There was a note.”  And the tears came again as Rach cried harder this time.

There wasn’t much I could do but hold her.  It tore at my soul to see my child in pain.  I know that pain and it... I saw love and sympathy in your eyes.  And I smiled and nodded.  And cried.  And held my youngest as she cried.  And waited.

“She’s gone home.  Home!!  This is her home.  Not that place she grew up.  Her Grammy is gone, her idiot father hates her.  I don’t know why she went but she did.  I love her, Mom.  I miss her.  I want to call her and can’t.  I don’t dare.  If she didn’t answer or...” Tears started again.  I closed my eyes and hugged my not so little girl.

Somewhere in my past someone had told me, ‘You’re only as happy as your most unhappy child.’  You got that right!!

Kara had the decency to point upstairs and mouth ‘Do you want to be left alone?’  I smiled and shook my head.

It had to be asked so I did.

“What was the fight about?”  Well, maybe not.  There were more tears.  At least I get to hold my last born.

“Come on Rachel, try!  Stop crying and talk to me please.”  Kara raised an eyebrow.  I had to try some gentle tough love.  I stuck out my tongue.  She licked her lips.  It took every last bit of willpower not to giggle.

“Why are you laughing, Mom?”  Um!  I glared at blondie, who was biting her lip.

“It’s Kara’s fault.”  She blanched.  And gave me the finger – in stereo!  My blondie giggled.

“Kara’s fault huh.  You two are a trip.”  She lifted her face, looked me in the eye, and gave me a kiss on the lips, snotty nose and all.  The joys of motherhood never end!!  Enough nonsense with Kara; I need to help Rach.

“Okay child of mine; you’ve had your crying time and you’ve had your giggle time.  Now tell me what the hell has you in my house, alone, not to mention not calling your Mother for so long.”  My baby’s eyes teared at ‘my house.’  I kissed her.

“It wasn’t one thing.  It was a bunch of ‘em.  We were out one weekend doing the crazy shit we do with friends from school and stuff like that.”  My mind flashed to our Saturday night.  “A guy I dated for a while came up to me and started talking.  June had gone to the bathroom.  She came back; I introduced her to Troy as a friend.”  Oh god!!  “Her glare was intense; idiot Troy had no clue.  I did what I could with him, which did nothing for June.”  Blue eyes searched mine.

“I didn’t mean to but it happened so suddenly and I just didn’t... I screwed up.  I’m gay and I... couldn’t say that I am to a guy I had dated.”  And there were tears.  “June was hurt.  She tried to pretend that she wasn’t but I just knew.”  My baby looked up at me.  “I tried, Mom; really I did.  But I never really thought my Junie thought I meant it.”

I sighed.  What the hell do I say to her?  I pretty much understood June’s thinking.  And how could I not defend my daughter’s position?  Forget that she’s my offspring – she’s an adult.  Doesn’t the truth often lie somewhere in the middle of just about everything?

One thing was clear in the muddle so far.  There was more to this whole mess and my little girl would fess up.

“Honey, you two love each other way too much for that to lead to this.” Blue eyes teared and she nodded.  “Okay, so what is it exactly?  Better you tell me now so we can figure out whatever it is to make it better.” Please God let that be enough!!

Whatever else got ‘solved’ would have to wait for more tears.  Kara blew me kisses and mouthed her love.  I winked.

I lifted Rachel’s chin to let her know crying time was over.

“There was another night that we were out.  One of June’s ex-girlfriends came up to her.  I had no idea; she was over the moon excited.  I was like what the fuck!!”  Lord, save us from the trials and tribulations of dating!!  Blue eyes pleaded for understanding.  “I was jealous; I know it was stupid, but I couldn’t stop myself.”  The tears started again as she buried her face in my chest.  The other blue eyes were amused.  I shook my head; she nodded.  I love her!!

“I tried not to be jealous and made a fool of myself and made June super pissed off.”  My baby looked up at me.  “What hurt the worst was when she introduced me as ‘a friend.’”  Kara gasped.  My tummy gurgled.  That was really icky June! 

“When we got home, I exploded.  June was totally angry.  We went back and forth, screaming at each other.  She told me that she can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust her.”  Cue more tears.  “It’s so stupid, Mom.  We love each other.”

I looked at you.  Your blues were teary.  You smiled but it was weak.  There was more.

“There’s more.”  I know honey.  “We’d talked about getting a place of our own.  Actually, June brought it up before I did.  I said no.”  She had been looking at me but buried her face in my chest.  Kara smirked; I stuck out my tongue.  “I thought you needed me to be here after Daddy died.”  The floodgates opened; mine and blondie’s – hers in sympathy.

“I’m sorry if that’s stupid, Mom, but it’s true.”  She kissed me on the lips again.  “I was super pissed.  After I said no, she clammed up.  She wouldn’t talk to me about it; never gave me an explanation.”  She shrugged.  “I think she’s... there’s more goin’ on with her and her family than she’s ever admitted.”  I looked at blondie, who nodded.  As did I. 

“I think she’s super bummed and has been trying to figure out how to make things right with her Mom and Dad, which is so totally stupid.  I tried to say so and she just gets so angry and so we fight about it and then we don’t make love and ... OH GOD!”  I held my little girl as she sobbed.  Kara blew me a kiss with her lips and finger.  I smiled.

And we sat.  And we waited.  And my baby cried.  So we sat.  And we waited.

From the valley between my girls, my baby whined, “I love her, Mommy.”  Well just break my fucking heart!!! 

The tears fell and I couldn’t stop them.  Kara tried to stop hers to no avail.  And the three of us sat on my patio crying our eyes out on a Sunday night in July. 
***
I was on the train Monday after work.  After all that was the weekend, it was actually good to be at work.  Hell, if nothing else it filled eight hours of my day.  In that sense it was a welcome relief.  Yes of course Kara and I had texted back and forth.  Several were about my phone call with Gail.  She was actually going to come downtown Wednesday and we were going to have dinner.  Naturally, Kara asked if she was invited - which made me think of Rachel and June.

There wasn’t going to be a resolution to that problem last night.  The three of us agreed to go to bed.  Kara asked me if I wanted to spend the night with Rach.  I’d had that thought on the patio.  She was old enough to sleep alone.  If she cried, she cried.  I wasn’t sure Kara understood, and I wasn’t sure it was the best idea. 

Oh we talked about that and more.  There was no lovemaking.  My honey offered to cuddle me.  Fingers caressed and lips pressed here and there as we whispered.  Intimate yes; lovemaking no.  It was wonderful!  I answered Kara’s question.

“She has to call June.  She knows that; she ‘s afraid.” You nodded. “She will.  And I’ll nudge her if she continues to stall.”

“You mean like finally having you hand me the phone today?”  I slapped your hip.  I hate when she’s right.

“When are you and Barb meeting?”  You squirmed in silence.  I waited.  “So you haven’t called either huh?”  A giggle.

“Um, no I haven’t.  I’ll do it tomorrow.  I promise.”

We agreed it was best for me to be with Rach.  We’d been with each other for some time now.  It might not be fun to be apart, but a break might help.  Plus there was my daughter.  Sure, Gail and I could have met at the house, but she offered to come downtown.  I suspected she might welcome the chance for a dinner not in the burbs.

My daughter’s car was in the garage.  Yup, the restaurant is closed Mondays.  I put my purse and keys down and listened.  No music and it didn’t sound like the TV was on in her room.  Because I’m a Mom, I checked the patio.  Nope.

“Is that you, Mom?”  Blonde hair and blue eyes bounded down the stairs.  She kissed me and said, “She loves me, Mom.”  Of course she does sweetie.  She was gorgeous and casual in a string tee and short shorts; no bra.

“Want to tell me about it at dinner?”

“You’re not cooking, obviously.”  No, brat, I’m not. 

Andrew’s Open Pit wasn’t too far away and open on Mondays.  You’d have to know it was there.  An off the street strip mall seemed a silly place for a restaurant to me.  

Miss Rachel took note of the fact they were open seven days and had extended hours.  After we had ordered, she asked our server, Molly, for an application.  A manager came with the application.  They exchanged pleasantries.  Rachel gave details of her experience and interest.  James Summers, the manager, suggested that with summer college kids going back to school in the not-too-distant future there would be openings.  It was James, not Jim, by the way!

“Would you mind working a couple of shifts a week to start?”

“Not at all; it would let me keep my steady hours and get my feet wet with your menu and how you do things.”

“I’ll give you a call in a couple of days.  We’ll see what we can do.”  Rach was ecstatic!!

“Mom, look how busy this place is on a Monday night in July!”  The room was more than half full.  I’m a partly sunny kind of girl.  “The food isn’t too expensive, but if you get a couple of tables with drinks, it adds up.  And the prices help bring in families.”  Yes, I remember dear.  We’re a family.

“I wanted someplace not too far from the house and I wanted to be able to talk to you.  We can go to Dominick’s after.  So spill, blondie.  You and June obviously talked.  Who called who?”  A Rachel size grin was my answer.

“She called, Mom.  That was the best part.  She missed me too.  She’s coming back later this week.  She’s worried about her job; kinda lied and told them there was a family medical emergency.”  Kid is smart, I’ll give her that.  

“I remember reading a story where one of the characters said all four of her grandmothers had died.”  We both laughed.

“That’s pretty funny.  The author must have some crazy sense of humor!!”  I shrugged.

We ate and talked and talked.

“What’s your takeaway from all this, honey?”  You looked up from your dinner (stir fry shrimp) with questions in your eyes.  Come on kid, I raised you better than this. “What did you learn about June and yourself?”  The blues brightened, then looked puzzled.  “What would you do differently next time, or not do?”

“Um, if I’m gonna be me, then it’s all the time, regardless of who I’m with or where we are.”  Note to self: kid is bright.

“That’s really good, Rachel.  And thanks, actually; I have to remember to do the same.”  Her look said ‘oh really?’

“Yeah, the two of you are out more than Kara and I.  You do more socializing and stuff.”

“What about at work?  Do people you work with know you’re gay?”  Geezuz.  I squirmed.

“Work is kinda odd, honey.  There are bosses, most of whom are younger than me.  And then there’s a lot of kids who are more your age.  Well, sort of your age to your sister’s age.  They’re not... I’m not really buddy-buddy with them.  They hang with people their own age and the last thing I want to do is talk about my personal life with them.”  Why do I feel uneasy about all this?  “If someone asked if was seeing anyone, I would answer yes.”  That got a smile.  “There’s no way I would deny my relationship with Kara.”

I took a couple bites of my dinner.  I would take the chicken home but was eating the half slab of very good ribs.  Both were barbequed.  The sauce makes all the difference.  The ribs, salad and rice were more than enough.

“Are you okay talking about this, Mom?”  Yeah pretty much.  I smiled.

“If I am this new me then like you said – I have to live it and be out, not just kinda out.  I’m not interested in being part of a cause or anything, but neither am I going to get pushed around or told I’m wrong to love who I do and live like I do.”

My youngest put her hand on mine and squeezed.  “I’m proud of you.  I was pretty shocked when you told me you were like me, but it’s kinda cool.”  Twenty two giggled.  “And you and Kara really are fun together.”  I blushed.  “It’s pretty funny to think of my Mom and her girlfriend doin’ it more than me and my girlfriend.”  All righty then!!  Give me a shovel and let me pull the earth over my head. 

We did our shopping.  I was prepared to buy some fresh food but not like I would if I was going to be there all week.  Which prompted a call.

“Hi baby; how are the girls doing?  What’s going on with Rach; is everything okay?”  I laughed.  “Yeah, that’s probably too many questions.  Where are you?”  Much better! 

“We’re doing food shopping at Dominick’s, which is why I called.  Are we going to spend the week here after being at your place for a while?”

“Oh, everything is better and you want me in your bed huh?”  Well, now that you mention it – yes. 

“That pretty much sums it up.”  Rachel came back to the cart with ground beef, chicken and steaks; the last for Sunday.  “Okay, let me get going here.  I’ll call you a little later.”

“Call me or kiss me?”  Kitty shivered and put goggles on I think.  I’m sure I heard giggles.

“I love you!”

“Be naked when I see you.”  I did a full body shiver on that one.  My god this woman!! 

“What on earth did Kara say to turn you so red, Mom?”

“She said she was looking forward to seeing me.”  That’s not really a fib. 

“She’s coming to the house tonight?”

“Yes.”  We were in the checkout line.  I want my daughter to shut up!  What are the odds of that happening? 

“I’m gonna have to call June and tell her.  She thinks Kara is hot as it is.”  Slim and none would be the correct answer. 

I suffered in silence as we put food away.  What I mean is I was tingling and in need of a change of underwear – badly!  I still had questions for my daughter about her and her girlfriend.

“I’m not real happy about June up and leaving without a phone call, Rach.”

She stopped what she was doing, looked at me, nodded and said, “Yeah, we sorta talked about that.  She apologized; said she knew that hurt me.  I made her promise she’d never do that again, which was probably pretty dumb.”  Yes it was.  

Rach went back to putting away groceries.  No more information was being volunteered.  I was certain there was more to the story, but I made the decision to let her tell it when she was ready.

We watched TV Monday night.  There wasn’t much on.  I dislike the woman who plays the lead on TNT’s ‘Major Crimes.’  I just don’t care for her character.  And I’ve read David Baldacci’s books and refuse to watch a network make mince meat out of a show like ‘King and Maxwell.’  It might be good; the dude who played the husband to Kyra Sedgwick’s character is in it.  I know I’m picky.  I don’t like movies and television wrecking a good author’s writing.

And I think Angie Harmon and Sasha Alexander are yummy!!  Who wouldn’t right?  Sasha, I got crackers for ya, honey!!

I excused myself and went upstairs to change.  Let the record show: I did not tease or please myself.  And oh my god that was not easy!

It was sheer torture peeling my thoroughly soaked underwear from my poor, shivering kitty.  Ladies, I know you feel me!

The next adventure was to wash a shivering kitty without... oh gawd.  Yeah, that!  Yes I remember every glorious thing.  If you’re not squirming in your chair reading... honestly, whatever!!

After all that, I came out and grabbed a pair of panties.  And heard voices!!  As in plural.  And kitty started moon walking.  Would I lie?

On a hunch I stripped, giggling, and lay on the bed with my legs spread in what I hoped was seductive and attractive, with an arm under my head.

It took a while but you crossed the threshold, stopped, gawked, giggled, and closed and locked the door.

“Well hello stranger!”  You began peeling clothes from my body as you walked.

I panted, soaked from the lust I saw in your eyes when you gazed at me.  Come take me, blondie.  The words were lost in a clogged throat.  All that escaped was a moan.  Grays on mine, you nodded and climbed on the bed.  I love Mondays!!
***
Dinner with Gail Wednesday evening went pretty well.  She and Kara seemed pretty comfy with each other.  Gail and I had a lot to catch up on.  She offered to have lunch on a weekend; I’d wait for that phone call.  We were both to blame, if you want to call it that, for not spending as much time as we did when Dylan was alive.  And there was no doubt in my mind that guilt played a role in that.  How much was something Kara and I talked about on our way to her place.

“She’s cute.  She seemed excited to help you sell the house.  Was it me or was there something missing; like not a lot of zip.  I can’t put my finger on it.”  Then you had a thought.  “Oh wait; I remember he was coming from their house that night.  That’s it, isn’t it?  She still feels guilty.”

“For just about all of our married lives the four of us were thick as thieves.  The two of them could barely look at me at the wake and funeral.  Life goes on.  She’s a good friend.  If tonight is any indication, I have some work to do rebuilding the relationship.  It’s not their fault he was driving that night.”

“Did you ever make a pass at her?”  I am not pleased.  I glared at you.  “What?  I’m just curious?  Oh wait; you never told Dylan.  No, you wouldn’t.  You couldn’t risk that she’d say no and tell her husband, who might tell Dylan.”  Thank you!  “Don’t be mad at me.”  At the light, I leaned and gave you a kiss.

“You had just about all of that right, lover.”  Kara knew about the abuse.  “I never did tell Gail about what he did to me, early on or later.  Right or wrong, I didn’t want them getting involved.”  We were inside her condo.  Kara pressed me against the door and kissed me.  Last night at the house had been pretty quiet.  We’d played hearts with Rach and sat outside and chatted.  It seemed tonight wouldn’t be as quiet.  The kiss was lovely as usual.  Kara turned me loose and headed to the bedroom.  I followed.  We both got out of our work clothes.  I hung mine up and called to you.

“So I’ve had my meeting with my realtor; how about you?”  You’d gone into the bathroom to wash your face.  The water ran but there were no words.  I was beginning to get irritated. It felt like you were pushing for me to get started with mine, and I didn’t know what was going on with you and this place.  “Will you please say something, answer me, anything.”




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 05



The frenzy of Saturday, after we got home, continued Sunday morning. The house shook (I think) as I screamed as you fucked me. You barely let me touch you in the shower afterward. You gained a measure of revenge by insisting I make us breakfast nude. That wasn't much fun, especially when I was 'told' to make bacon. I must say -- having you lick the grease spot(s) was lovely. Breakfast was great. Did you know breakfast came with dessert? My hand is in the air. Yup!

So after that and the nap and the shower ... hee hee ... we needed to clean the house and get ready for my kids and dinner and all the rest. Kara was in charge of changing the bed and doing laundry. I made the dinner menu. Some things needed to be added so I went to the store to get them. Blondie was a little tied up and didn't come with. Eyebrows are wiggling!

She heard me come back home and called. "Will you get up here and get me out of these things?" La la la!! Most of what I bought would be used tonight so I left it out. The rest was put in the fridge. "Lissy!!" I put both hands on my mouth trying to suppress my laughter. It was really evil of me to tie her up before I left, even if she begged me to. I, um, left my honey with a rabbit. Kara smiled when she saw it. When it dawned on her what I was gonna do her tune changed. Oh my god did it ever!! I was going to have to wash that mouth I kiss with soap!! Nah! Have you ever heard of the carnival scale game? Yeah... it goes like this: I'll sit on your face and you guess how much I weigh. I liked it! A lot!!

We really had to rush to get dressed and get the house ready for my family. Fortunately, they'd seen it all before. Mom scrambles at the last minute to get stuff done. Can any of you Moms out there give me a holler?

"What time is everybody coming?" I was cutting zucchini.

"I'm going to guess it will be a toss up between Jenna and JR who gets here first. Both have young babies, so it will depend on who gets fed when. Rach is working, so she and June will be late." I wondered if June would come here and meet Rachel. If she did it would say a lot about her self confidence.

Kara stopped cutting tomatoes and gave me a kiss. "It must be so fascinating to be a Mom. You're wonderful." I'm just a woman, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. I've been blessed with three healthy, gorgeous children. And this blonde.

We were in one of those July hot spells that came with late afternoon and evening thunderstorms. The weather people on TV like to say there's no telling if or when they'll pop up. They predicted a 40% chance of rain Sunday evening. They were 100% right - it rained. Not a problem; the patio would have been nice, but it was probably too hot. Improvise Lissy!

JR and Andi arrived first. June did surprise me. Jenna was the last to arrive. She explained after kisses.

"We thought Ian could come but there was an accident and he got called in." She was crestfallen. It was his last year of residency. Their lives would take a turn for the better soon when he, and they, found out where he was going to practice. I just hoped it was nearby.

We had steak, burgers and chicken. There was zucchini, cold pasta and potato salad. I made the first; the last two were store bought. Get your own was the order of the day. Everyone did. We all sat in the great room and talked.

The chatter was what you'd expect from a family. This and that; the two with kids talked about them. Rach talked about her new job and the two of them moving in together. I waited till they were all done to get to why we were here.

"We're talking about moving in together too. That means I would sell the house and Kara would sell her condo. We've talked about living downtown. It would be, we think, a two bedroom condo. The thinking would be that we would be able to babysit if needed. And if needed we'd have a bedroom for Rachel." The older two, predictably, groaned.

"You never would have done this..." Jenna lowered her head. I saw the tears.

"No honey, I wouldn't have. But it's not news that your Dad and I weren't getting along. The three of you are grown. This house was perfect when we all lived here. But the facts are what they are. Rachel is quite a bit younger than both of you. She's been the lone wolf for quite some time." JR made howling wolf noises. We all laughed -- all except Andi.

"Mom, maybe tell everybody how you and Kara met." I noticed Rachel looked at Andi as she said, "You two are every bit the couple that you and Dad were. I'd like to hear about it." Blondie's hand squeezed mine in support. All righty!!

"There was a LinkedIn Chicago bankers gathering. I brought Dylan with me. There's a lot of meeting and greeting. The job landscape was pretty fluid with mergers, layoffs and the shape of the economy at the time. It was important to keep your name out there." I looked at my girl. "Someone came up to me and asked me a silly something or other." Blondie smiled and swatted my arm. I looked around the room at my three kids. "Your Dad had gone for drinks for the two of us and came back just after Kara had walked away. Just as we were about to leave Kara came back, gave me her card, said it was nice meeting me and asked that we stay in touch. That's pretty much how it started."

Kara jumped right into the shark tank. "Your Mom is leaving out one very important point. I made a silly joke and she snorted." Oh my god!! I'd completely forgotten about that. It was 'My best friend's first name is Dura, her last name is Cell.' And I snorted again. Kara laughed and kissed me. Yummy! Her blues lasered me. "I fell for her when she snorted." She smiled that smile and said, "It's kind of a thing with me! If a woman snorts on a first date she's a keeper."

"So let me see if I got this right. You were married; you met someone at a social event. She came on to you and you had an affair with her. How lovely for both of you!" I wanted to get out of my chair and punch Andi!! "And now the two of you are talking about living together." She stood up. "Come on JR; we're leaving!!" She was beet red; her body shook with what I could only guess was anger. I looked at my son; he looked panic stricken and horribly uncomfortable. 

Jenna and Rachel jumped to their feet. Jenna walked toward Andi, her finger waggling as she said, "Listen you tight ass bitch. Your gay rant bullshit is wearing thin. I was raised in an atmosphere where we take people as they are. I'm not real comfy with my Mom selling the house but I have NO problem with her and Kara." Kara squeezed my hand. Jenna took another step. "You're one sick fuck; do you know that?" Oh my god, Jenna!! I've never heard you swear like that! "Whatever church you belong to, do they tell you God loves ALL of his children and NOT just those who happen to love someone of the opposite sex?" I heard a 'Yes!' I know who said it and smiled. I like that girl!!

My son looked like he'd eaten a turd. He knew that all eyes were on the two of them. His eyes met mine. I saw sorrow and turmoil in them and it broke my heart. I like Andi; still do. This part of her is toxic and I have absolutely NO clue what to do about it.

"Jenna, Rachel, sit down please." They did. It was a spur of the moment decision. "Kara, would you please change places with Andi. Bring her to your chair if you would." Blondie looked for a moment but did as I asked. Andi was too surprised to argue; she sat next to me. I turned my chair and faced her.

"All right young lady. You and I are going to have it out. I'm absolutely no different than you, just older and with more kids." Even she smiled. I leaned and gave her a kiss -- on the cheek. She shrank when I did but I did it anyway.

"See there? Lightning didn't strike either of us dead. Neither your God nor mine struck us dead. Even if I kissed you on the lips, which by the way I've done with both of my girls, lightning wouldn't do us in." Her eyes looked for a way to escape. I reached for and took her hands in mine. "I'm the same woman you met all those years ago, honey. My marriage wasn't working; I have not and will not go into detail." My eyes burned into hers.

"I love you, Andi. I love my children. My love for them is unconditional. They can and have hurt me. Doesn't matter; it's part of the deal I agreed to when I became their Mother." I swear - if a hair falls from a head it would echo throughout the room. "I can't make you accept me, Kara, Rachel or June." I leaned forward. "I will NOT allow your vitriol to be a divisive factor in my family!! If you can not find a way to get past this, you will not be welcome among us. And I will not be happy about that." My eyes still on Andi I said, "JR, please take your wife back to her chair."

My son's face was pale and drawn. He got up and walked to his wife. She had already stood. She took his hand.

"Let's go." He stopped. She turned and looked at him. "I want to leave. Now!"

"No! We're not leaving. You're my wife, Andi, and this is my family." He walked to Rachel, took her hand, and hugged her when she stood. June got up and hugged him. I looked at Kara, who had tears in her eyes.

"My sister loves this woman. June sure seems nice, though I don't know her that well." She rose to her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat down. "They're in love just like we are, honey. If it's okay for us to be in love, what can be so wrong about accepting them as a couple? I just don't understand."

"You better make up your mind, Jonathan Robert. We will not be part of a family that has gays in it. It's wrong; it says so in the Bible." June walked to where Andi was standing.

"That is just complete bullshit!! I'm not going to go into detail here, but I've done some reading on the subject and that's just not the case. And using religion as your reason is... just... bad!" Whoa June! I could tell you really pulled your punches calling it 'bad.' She took another step. "If you're basing your idiotic vitriol on what you call religion you're making a really bad decision." She walked up to Andi, smiled, and said, "And I love you anyway." And took her face in both of her hands and kissed her full on the lips. And turned and walked back to JR and Rachel.

Andi was too stunned to respond. I think she was sure that she'd melt -- just like the wicked witch of the west in 'The Wizard of Oz.' Kara scooted her chair, threw her arm around me, and lay her head on my shoulder. Rach hugged her honey, looked over her shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows at me. I nodded. There was no point in showing Andi up.

JR cleared his throat and said, "Well sweet cheeks, you've been kissed by a lesbian." Sweet cheeks? "And she's a woman of color no less." Oh my god! A racist too? "You're still breathing; how about you relax and go with the flow."

I felt the need to speak up; settle things.

"Andi." She turned to look at me. "Honey, we ... no, I ... don't really want to change your mind. I'd prefer that you learn to accept me for who I am. You've been around this family for some time now." I waved my arm around the room. "We're not perfect." Rachel snorted; everyone laughed -- even Andi. "We're just folk. Give it a rest. No one hates you; we love you. There's love in this room. Look at how Kara is with me. Are we so ... does the fact we're both women make us any less in love than you and your husband? If so, I just don't understand. To me -- that's really the heart of it."

I was surprised that Jenna stood, walked to Andi, and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Andi. I said some pretty harsh stuff. I hope you get yourself together about all this. There are much bigger things to worry about in this world than my Mom and my bratty little sister being in love with a woman." Rach let out with a big ole 'HEY!' We all laughed. Andi looked confused and put upon.

"I don't know. I really don't." She looked at me. "Thanks for dinner, Mom." I felt tears start. I smiled and nodded. "Come on honey, let's go; we've got to get going so we can get the babysitter home. Bye everybody."

JR came and hugged me. "I love you, honey," I said. "Thank you." I kissed him. On the cheek!

"I love you too, Mom. Thanks; you were great." He kissed me, then hugged Kara and kissed her too. "You're pretty okay. I like that my Mom loves you." She hugged him -- think her arms around his thighs. No, not really!! *** After Kara and I made love (she insisted on leading), we lay in bed, the fractious night behind us. I needed to know.

"Do you think we made any headway with Andi, lover?" I was on my right side; Kara was behind me, her right arm under my head, hand holding my jaw. I don't think blondie intended for her kisses to turn me on... but she was.

"No, not really. But all of us said what had to be said. The rest is up to them." Another kiss was followed by, "Do you think your son has enough gumption to get her off her position?" That had been on my mind for quite some time.

"I thought it was a positive that he stood up to her. But it worries me that he did it in front of his family. I'm honest to god not sure if he can do it with her in their home." I felt you nod. Oh geez! Your kisses are driving me crazy.

"It's hardly a consolation but I had the same thoughts. I was glad he didn't just roll over and leave. And I wondered about that as well. He seems like a good kid and it feels like he's really weak with her." I groaned; you voiced what I'd thought since he brought her home when they were dating. "What baby?" I took your hand and put it between my legs.

"While we've been talking about my son and his wife, you've been killing me very softly with your kisses and licks." That hand might have been a mistake; a very big, very wet, very sexy mistake. Someone's fingers were doing very sexy things to me. I tried to ignore them. "For the longest time I've thought Andi rules the roost in that relationship. My son has a good job in sales. He seems to do very well financially." Your fingers were dipping in and out of my wetness and coating my clit. In other words - driving me crazy. "This is just another in a long series." I squirmed under your touch.

"No one tried to change her mind." I know. "I don't think anyone wants to." I agree. "I have a feeling something or someone is responsible for her extreme reaction to all this."

"Are you... do you mean beyond her religious convictions?" You whispered your answer in my ear. That tongue gives me the shivers. Oh my god! You followed it up with a nibble on my earlobe. I shivered; you smiled. "This is just totally evil." You nodded. Pretense gone, you lay my head on the pillows and slid on top of me.

"We're going to close this Sunday tribbingly my sweet!" When your grays look at me like this they leave me gasping every time. I was a wreck, a puddle of desire. You put a leg under mine. I was nearly obscenely wet. Again. And we were just starting. Or maybe this was just a continuation of our first lovemaking. It really doesn't matter.

This is hardly the first time we've made love this way. And it never stops being this good. I gasped when I felt your clit touch mine. It was like electricity jolting my entire being. My eyes closed and rolled; I heard some kind of sound escape my lips. It was either a groan or an 'Oh God' or both.

"Love me?" Are you serious? I nodded. "Tell me again." I brought both of my hands up to your face.

"Kara Ann Thornton, I love you." I saw your eyes film over. "I'm so glad you're in my life. I... oh god, please fuck me!"

It was a cute little giggle. You pressed your lips to mine. "You feel so good. I'm so close already." I nodded.

Our nipples swam with each other. I felt your wetness and mine everywhere as we made love. Mine trickled between my legs. I wanted you to go and drink from my fountain and I didn't want you to be anywhere but in my arms. We would stop kissing now and then as we gasped, both from lack of oxygen and our desperate sounds of wanton pleasure.

You made small circles with your hips; it was delicious. The squishy noises, our sighs, and our moans filled the room. My orgasm's storm had started slowly. It was building and it was close. And it was slow no more. I had a premonition; if a Grade 5 tornado can turn a town into wasteland, this orgasm might do the same to me.

"I'm gonna cum any second now, Lissy. Cum with me won't you." I'll die trying!! You cried out as your hips jerked. I felt you tense. Your hips were a blur. I was blinded when it hit and screamed. I could hardly breathe. Jolts tore through me. Heat radiated from my core. I twisted and bucked -- I think. Wave after incredible wave rolled and rolled and rolled.

I've had orgasms that caused me to faint. I've had them so intense that I curled into a fetal position when they were over. I've cum so hard I was actually unable to move. I've shaken as though I was naked and wet in the dead of winter. I've had orgasms so hot I felt like Las Vegas in the summer.

I don't know how long I came but it felt like a minute past forever. And it was the most intense, hardest, and very likely the longest orgasm of my life. It was awesome. It was scary. It was beautiful. And I want another one... right now!!

I guess they're all different; this one took its good sweet time leaving. I finally came back to earth and kissed your soft neck. You were so out of it you were nearly dead weight on top of me. A couple minutes later you picked up your head and looked at me. There was a look of astonishment in your still glazed eyes. I smiled.

"You too huh?" You gave me the most gorgeous smile. I wanted to cry.

"We've done this... I never... it was just... oh I don't know." You put your head on my shoulder and sighed. I know just what you mean sweetheart. I put my arms around you.

A bright sun filled the room when I opened my eyes. You were still on top of me. God, if I don't go to the bathroom I'm going to wet the bed. I whispered your name. You stirred. Your arms went around my neck and you fish kissed it.

"Honey, I've got to pee really bad!!" You shook your head. "I mean it." Oh you bitch! You had pressed your hips to mine, putting more pressure on my bladder." I reached and smacked your butt. "Stop that you!" You shook your head and lifted from my hips. We stuck together. Oh my god; our lovemaking! We were both so turned on, so wet, and after we fell asleep our juices dried as we lay body to body. I laughed; so did you. I wrapped my legs around you. You giggled.

We were really, really late for work! *** The rest of the week was shades of 'meh.' Until Thursday evening that is.

Jenna called. "Mom, are you okay? Have you heard from my brother?"

"No honey, I haven't. How's Ella?" My oldest gave an exasperated sigh. Sheesh! She's my grand daughter and I'm gonna ask about her. 

"Mom, she's fine thanks. Haven't you called JR and asked about Andi?" I bristled.

"Sweetie, I know you mean well, but I'm gonna let the two of them work this out." I heard her sigh. I know, I know. "I think a lot of good was done Sunday. I think everybody said what they wanted to say. If I'm asked for my input or asked to help I will. I doubt that's gonna happen." A whole lotta silence.

"Yeah okay, that makes sense." More silence. "Mom, I really like June." Oh? "She's cute, and you can see she and bratty panties are really good together." I shook my head and smiled. Even with the difference in their ages, the sisters were pretty close.

"Honestly honey, can you see Rachel being with someone who wasn't strong and bold like June?" Blondie laughed.

"Not hardly. That girl is pretty amazing." I heard the smile. "I'm pretty proud of her." This time the silence went on for maybe ten seconds. That's interesting; try it sometime when you're on the phone. I know my kid(s). Something's up; my spidey sense is tingling. I bet I know what it is too! 




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 05



"Mom?" Come on Jenna; out with it!  

"Yes honey?" She took a deep breath and let it out. Come on sweetheart!! 

"What's it like?" Bingo! More silence. In her seldom heard little girl voice, my pretty 32 year old daughter, wife, mother and woman asked, "What's it like to be with a woman?" I think I'll try 'playful' first. 

"You mean you didn't have any of those silly sleepover kiss and hug things in high school?" She sighed.

"Yes Mother I did. Robin Mendenhall if you must know." Oh my god! Sweet little Robin?

"Robin's gay?" She laughed. I swear to god -- one of the wonders of the world is to hear your children laugh. I don't care how shitty the week's been, my children's laughter makes my soul tingle.

"You're too cute, Melissa Eileen." Huh what? "From what I hear she's got three kids and is on her second husband. Actually, I was going to say no way. But after having you for my Mom, I guess I can't assume anything anymore can I?" Zing! That's gonna leave a mark! Oh well, she didn't mean it in an evil way. And I suppose she's right!

Okay, exactly what DO I say to this woman who's my flesh and blood? And, other than the obvious, why are you asking? Remember now, I'm thinking this to myself at warp speed. That's how our brains work. 

"Jenna honey, before I go into detail, is there some specific reason you're asking? I'll do my best to answer any questions you may have, but it would help to get an idea of what's on your mind."

"Ian and I are doing fine, so take that out of your head." Alarms went off in my head. I never had any thoughts that anything was wrong, so for her to start with that left me worried that something was wrong. Am I right or am I right?

"Okay good. Is there more?" There always is, Jenna, and you ought to know your Mother isn't just going to let it drop. 

"I'm lonely more than anything. Ian's gone so much and it's just me and the baby. You and Kara have your life together and besides, if you move downtown, it's gonna be hard to ask you to babysit." I clapped a hand over my mouth and turned to blondie, who was sitting right next to me. Holy shit, in all the time we'd talked about where we were gonna live, we never once put babysitting into the equation. Was that fair?

"Rach and June look so happy together. And so do you and Kara." Kara - who'd been listening. And kissing my neck. "Did you think of it as cheating when Daddy was alive?" Oh dear god! I started to cry. Kara took my hand in hers and squeezed it. She turned my face so that I was looking at her and mouthed 'I love you.' I smiled and nodded my thanks.

"They really do honey. And thank you; we are pretty happy together. And you two seem like you are too. I wish you would call me. There's no reason you can't bring Ella over when we're home. And if you wanted a weekend to yourselves you could bring her downtown." Blue eyes got really big as Kara stared at me. I shrugged. She nodded.

"Now to your question. I never did think of it as cheating. I always thought of myself as being bisexual, even though I hadn't had a lover since college. I was faithful to your father. I wasn't getting what I needed from the relationship and I needed more. To be quite blunt, women do more for me than he ever did, except real early on." I heard the sharp intake of breath. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I don't mean to upset you. You did ask."

"What's it like?" I closed my eyes. I felt Kara's hand on my thigh and shivered.

"Soft. Go stand in front of a mirror naked. Touch yourself. Imagine it's not your hand but your lover's. Her hand is soft like yours." It was. I closed my eyes as Kara's hand curled around my neck under my hair. "Her touch brings goose bumps." It did. "There's no roughness to her skin, no whiskers when she kisses you." Whisper soft kisses brushed my lips. I squirmed. "And when she takes you over the top into ecstasy, the pleasure leaves you gasping for air." I heard my daughter moan. My eyes flew open. Kara cocked her head and mouthed 'What?' I rolled my eyes and mouthed, 'She moaned.' Eyes wide, she put her hand over her mouth. I nodded.

"Jenna?"

"What?"

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to do that." She laughed.

"I know; that's why it caught me off guard. You're my Mom and everything. Parents aren't supposed to be sexual beings." I looked at Kara and smirked. "I can tell that you and Kara are a couple; my sister too." Kara, who was listening again, wiggled her eyebrows. Oh sweetheart, are we ever!! "I don't know what I'm gonna do. Probably nothing. I just miss my guy. And it was nice seeing you and Kara so comfy together. Same goes for the other two." I smiled. I know just how you feel. "I'm... I'll be okay, Mom. Honest. Thanks for talking about it though. I really appreciate that."

"You're welcome, sweetie. And remember what I said about babysitting. We're just watching television tonight. No big deal. So even if you just want to go out to dinner with a friend, we could come over after work. We'll either cook or get takeout. I remember what it's like being a new mom. And my parents didn't live in the same city."

"What are you doing Monday night?" Oops! 

"We have plans." Jenna laughed.

"You do not." I nodded. I know why she laughed though! 

"Yeah we do, honey. Sorry about that."

"Okay; well I guess I'll say goodnight. I love you."

After we hung up Kara crawled up on my lap and kissed me.

"That was awkward huh!" I nodded. You got that right. "You did great, honey." More kisses.

"Thanks. There's something she's not telling me." I can't shake the feeling that Jenna left something out. "Maybe I'm wrong. The first thing out of her mouth was that everything was okay between her and Ian." Kara's face showed her surprise. "I know. That's what I mean. I can hardly ask." Blondie nodded. "And it's probably my imagination anyway."

"Maybe it is; was that what she called about?" And another kiss. This is getting boring -- not! I shook my head a little.

"She wanted to know if I had called JR. She seemed a little perturbed that I hadn't." I shrugged. "I'm going to let that play out between them. We talked about it Sunday." Blue eyes glinted. Uh oh! Hands pulled my tee from my shorts and slid up my belly to my breasts. Yummy! As in - the kiss and the hands were both yummy. And those nasty ole fingers dove under the cups and were teasing my quickly hardening nipples.

"You could have told her something very different." Yeah, I know! 

"I know. You probably have something on your mind." Kara pretended to look pained. "Let's have it, blondie."

"I think that the best thing about making love with you is that it's more about pleasing you, satisfying all of your carnal sexual desires, rather than worrying about mine. It's all about enjoyment and sharing lustful emotions." That glint was back. "It's been a while since you've been on the door, baby." Kara peeled the shirt off of me and took the bra, which had already been opened, with it.

"Go put the nipple clamps on. I'll get the straps on the door." Just like that huh? I went to our toy drawer and got the nipple clamps. I think I'll tighten them a little more than usual tonight. Ooh, that hurts! I think I can take a little more. I bit my lip with my bottom teeth as I turned it a little more. I put the other clamp on and tightened it too. 

Blondie was busy gathering this and that. I watched - still, if asked, thinking about my daughter. And not at all in the mood for a night on the door. I needed to tell her.

"Lover?" She turned her head and smiled when she saw the nipple clamps. And stood and came to me. You ran your hands over my breasts which made me shiver in pleasure and pain. And kissed me like there was no tomorrow. My resolve weakened for a moment - but only for a moment.

"Kara?" She looked, puzzled. "Honey, I'm not really in the mood for the door." Surprise flooded her face. I shrugged. "Please don't. It's something... I'm not really sure. I just need to be in a certain frame of mind for it. And talking to Jenna really didn't put me in that mood." I had a flash of a thought that had me giggly. "Those kisses of yours sure do." That smile that gets me every time got me. My heart did flip flops and kitty shivered. "Can a girl get a bunch of those?"

We lay side by side in bed. It just happened! You were on your left side; I was on my right. Your right leg was between mine; my left was over it. The kisses were soft and sweet. We were lip to lip; I'm taller, so my breasts sort of rested on top of yours. My right arm was under your head and my hand had hold of your blonde hair so it didn't get in the way as we kissed. Your right hand was on my neck. The kisses were sweet, the caresses were soft, and the woman is beautiful.

"Do you know what I didn't tell the kids?" You kissed me again and shook your head. It was getting harder and harder not to give in to the temptation to make love. I wanted to tell you what crept into my mind; then we'd see.

"Do you remember our first date?" You giggled deliciously as you nodded.

"I'm not sure I've ever told you this." You pulled away from your kiss and made pouty face. "Oh shush!" More giggles.

"It was so simple. We were talking; nothing too... intimate. We were in a booth. You'd moved a little closer, which had me wet as hell." There was a pause as you kissed me. Your hand slid down my left side, scooted between my legs and found me wet. Pleased, you sighed and nodded for me to continue.

"I reached and took your hand in mine. It was our first date; I was nervous. The conversation, as I remember, was pretty blah. What I remember was my hand got hot; the palm of my hand to be specific." I shook my head. "It started as just a thing in my palm and... it spread. It moved up my arm and then I felt it as a jolt between my legs." Blue eyes registered their surprise and pleasure as I talked. And the fingers of your hand crept ever so slowly down my right side. I continued.

"I'm fuzzy about the next part. I think the server brought our dinners or something; I'm not sure. What I do remember is my thumb making a couple of swipes on the back of your hand and the jolt of electricity that I felt that drove me nuts."

I wasn't sure if Kara remembered, and I'm not sure either of us cared very much.

"Here we are, on a dinner date, and just my hand touching yours has me in a state. I was like, in my head, I was thinking ... 'I've read this sort of thing on that Literotica site.' Add to that -- there was my marriage and what I'd done and felt with Dylan." I looked into very dusky grays. I just had to kiss her; I did. Kara groaned. That left hand of mine that wandered aimlessly suddenly found a purpose. She moaned deliciously and her right leg lifted and lay over my left.

"Do you remember what happened next, lover?" I think that took 20 seconds to say between pauses and gasps.

"You gave me your cell number when the night ended and begged me to call you." I laughed.

"Yeah right! You left a message on my cell phone; some idiotic pretense just to get me to call you back." Blondie kissed me, nodding. "You were shallow and obvious and I loved it and it worked out perfectly and can we please make love?"

We did!! *** The weekend was fairly quiet. We had to grocery shop. Except for next Monday night, we were spending the week at the house. So... 

"Lover?" You looked up from brushing your teeth. "No panties." Instant alarm shone in your eyes. "Yup; we're going grocery shopping and you..." I gave you a kiss... "will be pacified." Well now; that was fast! Bright gray eyes glittered.

"That is so fucking evil. Thank you, baby." A few minutes later. "Do you think I could wear the upy-downy zipper skirt." You made pouty face when I laughed, but it was such a funny way to describe it that I couldn't help myself. 

I asked if you were going to wear a bra.

"Do you think I should?" Oh my god!

"I think you should do whatever turns you on the most. It's Saturday, the store figures to be busy. You're the one with the exhibitionist thing; do what you want." She chose a white spaghetti strap tee. I had a thought. I hurried to the bathroom and came back.

"Lift your top." Confused blues did as I asked. I painted your nipples with red lipstick. Okay, after I kissed each one. The combination of your outfit, my mouth and my surprise had you breathing hard.

"You'd better concentrate, lover!! You do not want to drop that pacifier." She groaned. "It's too bad we don't have your 'fuck me' heels here. They'd complete your outfit perfectly." Hmm! "Would you like me to put your hair in pigtails and ribbons?" Kara giggled gorgeously and kissed me ravenously.

Blondie sat on the bed while I did the deed with her hair, finishing with sky blue ribbons in a bow.

"Go look in the mirror." She did. And turned, a huge smile on that gorgeous face and dangerously gray eyes.

"I absolutely love it. The heels would have made it great. Do you have any anklets in the house?" We both laughed. It would have been perfect! "We could go somewhere like Macy's; they're sure to have them." That's not a bad idea. 

"We can do that. But I don't want to go to Old Orchard on a Saturday."

"Good point. We have to go online tonight and find some sexy heels." Yeah, the weekend was pretty blah all right!!

Food shopping was fun... well it was for me! My blondie had her difficulties.

"How much more of this do we have to do, Lissy?" I snickered.

"We're almost done in produce, honey." I think I'd had my hand on every cucumber; each one came with a comment. "Are you still struggling?" There was a shine on your top lip. I stepped in close and licked it off. I tapped the pacifier.

"That's just evil. Thank you, baby." She grabbed the cucumber out of my hand and said, "I may use this right here."

"That would give new meaning to 'clean up on aisle 6' wouldn't it?" An older woman (remember how old I am!) gave us a really dirty look as blondie gave the lean green a blow job. "An orgasm in produce would be a new adventure for us." The oldster clucked, shook her head and walked away.

After we loaded the groceries in the trunk and got in the car you looked at me expectantly.

"What dearest? Are you thinking I'm going to take the torturer from your kitty?" Desperate gray eyes and the cute blonde head they're attached to nodded. Silly, silly blondie!! "I thought we'd go look for a top to go with that skirt. Something a little more in line with the exhibitionist you yearn to be." She leaned and put her head on the steering wheel. "Oh stop with the theatrics, you!" She turned and glared. "Does my sweetie need to cum?"

"Yes you bitch!" You screamed it; so unladylike.

"I'll tell you what, lover. If you can climb into the back seat without losing the pacifier you can have all the orgasms your body can handle. Give 'em a show, sugar." Never has a woman scurried from the driver's seat to the back seat so quickly. Well... um, never mind. I had something in mind but... no! 

She managed to climb into the back seat with a hand on kitty to keep the pacifier in place. Well done blondie, well done!!

A leg was up on that back dashboard thing as we left the parking lot and headed to our next adventure. Kara screamed more than once as she came. And came. And so on and so forth. 

I thought stopping for gas was a nice touch! I'm not sure Kara's mommy would be very happy with her language.

There was a consignment store not too far from the train station, which was not all that far from where we'd grocery shopped. And there was a very nice parking lot for me to drive through as my lover gasped and cursed and tried to pull herself together on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon in July.

"I hate you!" No you don't blondie. You love me. I took her hand and we headed toward the store. The pacifier was in my purse. I had pulled the zipper dangerously high. The exhibitionist wannabe was blushing; not a good sign.

The store was cute. Here's the thing about second hand and consignment stores. There are so many choices that you have to find a couple you really like and be willing to make the rounds on a semi-regular basis. You may not find anything worthwhile 4 out of 5 trips, but that 5th will be a doozy. I knew what I wanted to buy for Kara. It was just a matter of whether or not I'd find it. I almost said 'we'd' but she doesn't know what I have in mind.

This particular store also has a website that says, 'We feature clothing brands such as North Face, Ann Taylor, DKNY, Chanel, and many others. We also carry shoes, handbags, scarves, jewelry, sunglasses, furs, and belts.' Gag me with a spoon! Labels for the snooty! You'd be amazed at what the idle wealthy will give away! My late husband turned up his nose at some of what I came home with until I told him how much it would have cost at retail!! Anyway!

Maybe the gods were in a good mood Saturday. I wanted to find my sexy blonde a button down midriff length top and I did!! It was white-ish with red flowers and puffy shoulders and when she tried it on in the 'dressing room' she nearly came again. Especially when I unbuttoned the top two, then three buttons. And the bottom two.

I swear I wanted to devour her whole! I settled for telling her how I felt.

"Do you know what I love the most about loving you?" Kara blushed so deeply that I wasn't sure she'd return to pale. All this as she shook her head.

"I love the way things look on your body. Your breasts aren't as big as mine but if they were, clothes wouldn't look as good on you as they do." The way she lowered her eyes was so cute! "I could button or unbutton every one of the seven buttons on this blouse (I'd counted) and every damn one would hide or expose your cute little self." Blondie giggled.

"You make me feel so beautiful, honey. I see it in your eyes. I feel it when you touch me. And tell me. I love you."

"I love you too, Kara. Now figure out how many of those buttons you want buttoned and let's go." She's such a slut!

It was only four dollars. We might get a million dollars worth of pleasure from it!! You just can't beat that with a stick!

Miss Rachel was working the dinner shift at her Mexican restaurant. My lover suggested we have dinner there. My baby was happy to see us until she saw my blondie. Well no; I didn't say that right. She ogled Kara just like a woman would and then looked at me with guilty eyes. I laughed and kissed her and whispered that I was totally okay with her ogling.

She hovered judiciously, brought us an extra appetizer, and presented us with a check that conveniently left off the second round of drinks that she 'forced' on us. I paid the bill; Kara left a $20 dollar tip -- not much less than the bill. Shrug.

Mom had to. "We'll be at the house this week. If you and June want to have dinner, text me or something."

"Okay, I'll check and let ya know." Hugs and kisses and we headed home.

You don't even wanna know about all the great sex Saturday night!! *** Monday was date night. I'd gone to a lot of trouble to do what I had for us. I could only hope the weather would cooperate. 

As I requested, we met at your office and walked to the train station. We'd take the train back downtown later and stay at the condo overnight. I hadn't told my honey anything about what we were doing, so the questions started on the way.

"Where are we going and why?"

"We're going to the Ogilvie Center. You'll know when we get there."

"You're so mean. I hate you."

"It's date night; that's not allowed. And besides, you don't." She sighed and shook her head.

Kara began to get a hint as the train rolled to our destination. We were going to have dinner where we were going, which was another part of the surprise.

"Wait -- Ravinia?" So much for this being a surprise. "Who's playing?"




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 05



"Well, I heard there is a Led Zeppelin cover band and some other attraction." She eyed me suspiciously.

"Some other attraction huh? Do you think I'm gonna believe that you're going to drag us this far north for some other attraction? Let me check." Oh crap. Smart phones will be the end of me! She squealed.

"You so did not!!" I had. I couldn't stop giggling at the totally insane tone of her voice. I nodded; it was all I could do.

She drowned me in kisses. Yup, commuter train and PDA's be damned.

Breathless, Kara breathed, "I already love you; what does this make me?" Orgasmic? It's still early!

"We'll have dinner and go to our pavilion seats. And we'll enjoy what I trust will be a fabulous night for both of us. That's why I insisted that we stay downtown tonight. It was much easier than figuring out how to drive up here and then back to the house." Understanding dawned as I explained.

The train left on time and was as full as you'd expect. I wondered aloud how may were commuters and how many were like us and heading to the concert. It was the first train of the night that stopped at the park; I'm guessing about half were concert goers. The train ride was uneventful - for me. I was ribboned; it made the walk from work to the train lots of fun!

Blondie had the egg. She made me promise that I wouldn't take advantage and be evil with the remote. Right! That'll happen!! I swear - one day I'm gonna show up at work when she's got that thing in and buzz her from down the hall. I can imagine it too. She'll curse, get up and come look for me. I'll be in somebody's office with the door closed, laughing, as she tries to find me. I just have to figure out an 'escape route.'

"You're going to be mean to me tonight. I just know it."

"We're going to Ravinia for date night. I want this to be romantic and unforgettable. Quit whining about the egg. Besides, all I planned on doing was testing all the various speeds and settings." She turned pale. "You are such a baby!!"

The ride is about 45 minutes, more than enough time for mischief by the two of us. We both had slacks on and each of us brought sweaters just in case. I really didn't know how cold it was going to be and the park is pretty close to the lake.

Our destination was pretty far north and a good portion of the train had emptied by the time our stop came. We headed in. About the tickets. The bank I work for is a corporate sponsor. It comes in handy for a concert like this! I'd asked around and a couple others said they were going. Maybe I'd see someone I knew.

I'd made dinner reservations at the Mirabelle, which features something they call 'Chef Tables.' Think of it as an upscale buffet. There were more food choices than a human could imagine. I cracked up when I saw one of the dishes.

"Blondie look." I pointed to the card. "I'd never heard of Arugula and this is the third time we've seen it on a menu in the last two or three months." A wry smile and a shake of that blonde head.

I can't help myself. There was a tray of cheese slices along with flatbreads and baguettes. It's exactly the kind of thing I shouldn't have with all the fab meal choices and I took some. And you better not laugh - I did put most of the cheese and bread in a napkin to take home. Kara stared in disbelief. Pfft!

Between the two of us we had Caesar salad, Arugula and spinach salad, green bean Provencal, shrimp pesto penne. Kara didn't want any but I had a small helping of the Tilapia Veracruz Ana. I had to write it down too! It was delicious.

I don't want anyone to have a heart attack. Dinner wasn't too bad price wise. And it was a special night with my special gal, so I splurged a little and got a really nice California Pinot Noir that cost $115.00. DO NOT tell Kara! I wouldn't say dinner was the highlight of the night but it was very, very good!

Led Zeppelin drummer John Bonham's son Jason has put together a tribute band he calls 'Jason Bonham's Led Zeppelin Experience.' They were the warm up act and they were fantastic!! Here are just a few of the songs they did: Immigrant Song, Ramble On, Whole Lotta Love, and When the Levee Breaks!! I was lovin' it!!

I'm a huge 'Heart' fan. There's a 3-CD set called 'The Essential Heart.' A lot of the tracks on it don't get a lot of air play. I think some of them are better than some of the songs that are better known. Whatever! Here's an idea of their set: What About Love, Barracuda, These Dreams, Alone (a fav), and Dreamboat Annie. They didn't play 'You're The Voice.'

Bonham and company came back and the two groups did a great 30 minute set of Zeppelin songs that included The Song Remains the Same, The Ocean, and an awesome rendition of the classic 'Stairway To Heaven,' which included a choir.

The applause just wouldn't stop. It was spine tingling. What a magnificent night!! The sweaters kept us warm as we walked back to the train platform, jabbering away about the food, the music and my cheese. Yes, my cheese!

"I can not believe you did that, baby. You're such a nut." It's hard to pout when you're holding your honey's hand. I managed.

"Fine, then you can't have any on the train." That was real mature Lissy! Major eyeroll from blondie who, as we all know, leads the league in mature.

"Fine, if I can't have any of your cheese (!!!) you can't have any of me later." She did it again!!! And I did it again. I laughed and laughed and laughed. We had to walk. The train leaves a little past 10pm and there isn't another one for an hour. The Metra site says they'll wait but who knows how long.

I kissed her and said, "You are the most precious knucklehead I've ever met, Kara Ann! I love you so much and I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of sanity when we get home."

She shivered.

I did. *** It took us a while to wake up and get moving Tuesday. I really dragged through the day. We stopped at a coffee shop and had some really icky egg thing and very good coffee. It's never fun saying goodbye but today we were both a little misty eyed. The walk to my work did me some good though. It gave me time to clear my head a little. And then there are the lovelies wandering in a daze, like me, looking lovely, like my lovely blonde.

I daydreamed about last night as I walked. 

Both of us were tired and desperately horny when we got to your place. The cab driver had not been happy about the short ride or having two lesbians in his cab. I won't tell you the cab number but it's been reported.

The slow elevator ride was sweet torture as we almost stripped each other bare. The way Kara shivered when the door opened led me to wonder if she wished I had. As it was our clothes were askew. There was no reason to fix them. They were gone in a flash when we got inside the door. My honey turned me to face it, put a knee between my legs, lifted it, pulled my hair and buried her mouth and teeth in my neck. My god it was sexy.

She left me gasping, desperate for release, and whispered in my ear. "Stay here, just like this, until I'm finished in the bathroom." If I was a faucet before, her fingers, breath in my ear and those words opened the floodgates. I moaned my acquiescence.

I heard footsteps as she headed to our bedroom, waited, then headed to do what I needed to. I peed and wiped ever so carefully. Washing was no better. I put both hands on the counter to steady myself and my breathing.

Any guesses why I needed to make a stop in the ladies when I got to work.

When I finally got settled I sent you a text.

Me: Walking toward the bedroom, hearing the squishy sounds, knowing what you were doing was one thing. Seeing you on the bed like you were... did you see my legs buckle? You: My eyes were closed until you moaned. You were shaking. Do you remember me holding you while you came? Me: Vaguely. I remember falling on the bed. Had you cum yet? You: LOL. Almost! You beat me to it. Me: (blush) What I remember was your grays when you looked at me and asked, "Happy to see me baby?" You: I kissed you. Me: Mm hmm! I melted! Then you bit my lip, winked, and worked your way, slowly, down to kitty! You: Did you like? Me: Did I not scream loud enough? You: ROFL! ILU! C U L8R! Me: MUAH!

We met outside your bank, kissed, and walked hand in hand to the train. We picked up where the texts left off.

"You left out some details." You did too. 

"You growled; do you remember what you said?" You blushed. I'm guessing that means you do. You nodded.

"I believe I have a pussy to eat." Mm hmm. Bright red looks good on a blonde!! Let the record show!

"Are you asking or telling, lover." You looked confused. "Here? On the sidewalk? Really?"

"Why do I let you do this to me, Lissy?" I couldn't stop laughing. "And then you laugh at me."

Okay; you read my laughter totally wrong!! I can't let that ride. I stopped, pulled you to me and looked in those eyes.

"Kara, you're so irresistibly cute, so precious, that I can't help but giggle when you do the wonderfully silly things you do." I kissed you. There were catcalls, some of them disgusting. Fuck 'em; I love my woman! "Let's get home blondie."

The train ride was interesting.

"I couldn't help but replay last night after we said goodbye this morning." I leaned in and whispered, "I needed to make a stop before my day started. How about you?" You shuddered and nodded.

"Are you close?" Kara groaned and buried her face in my shoulder. "I will if you want me to." You shivered.

"Or I can wait till we get home." Oh fuck! That bite is gonna leave a mark! 

We were in the first seat, facing the door, so I slipped my fingers inside your panties.

"Is this what you need?" A moan was my answer.

"Do you want me to take you all the way or wait till we get home?" A nod. My delectable, adorable blonde. 

We had to be some kind of careful. Your head rested on my shoulder and my fingers teased her pussy. I'd held off using my thumb until you were ready to tip into your orgasm. 

A few minutes later came, "Please baby!" The words came in a panted gasp. It seems it was time!

I did my best to push my fingers as far as I could, sliding in and out of the wet furnace that clutched at them. I used the pad of my thumb and rubbed small circles on your pearl. I felt you tense; your hips jerked, you pushed up off the seat and groaned as you shook.

You were leaking. You clenched and held my fingers as you moaned in the grip of it. I could feel you jerk; your breaths came in short pants. I desperately wanted to get on my knees and make use of my mouth and tongue. The taste of your essence has always driven me crazy, but this was not the time for that kind of display.

Given the circumstances, I did the best I could to draw out your pleasure. You slumped against the window when it left you. Bitch! Use me to cum and then fall away from me huh? I giggled at the thought. Your eyes opened.

"That was beautiful, Kara. Fucking sexy too!" Your eyes were hazy and wild. Your smile was sloppy and gorgeous.

"Yeah it was," you croaked. We both giggled at the sound of your voice. Hmm!

"Need some moisture for that parched throat?" Hooded eyes in a damp blonde head nodded. You groaned as I slipped my fingers from you. I lifted them to your lips. You used both hands and took them whole in your mouth. Your eyes grinned at me. They just did, okay!! It was the most obscene, most lascivious, most erotic thing either one of us had done ... well, since Saturday in the back seat of my car.

When you finally gave back my fingers I kissed you and looked out the window. The train had stopped. Oh my god, it was our station!! In a panic, we put you back together and ran to the door. I screamed as the doors started to close. You were right behind me; I held it so you could get out. Passengers were milling about; some were waiting for rides, others heading to the parking lot. They looked at us as we laughed like the fools we are. Apparently women holding their sides as they laugh didn't warrant much more than a glance. Whatever people!

First thing I said when we got in the car was, "Take off your bra and panties and give them to me." Kara never batted an eye. "We're going out to dinner; we may go to Macy's and get those anklets... if you're good." Blondie eyed me as she did as she was told.

"What do I have to do to be good?" Blondes! I love her though. She caught it and laughed. She really is adorable!

"I could say just be yourself." Kara was still laughing. "Hey blondie, we're in the train station parking lot and your blouse and bra are off. You may want to stop laughing and pull the blouse together. And get those panties off." She lifted off the seat and peeled her panties down and off. The blouse remained open. Fine! I started the car and backed out of the spot, watching for traffic. Goofball still hadn't pulled the blouse over her shoulders or pulled it together.

"Figure you'll take advantage of my directions and get a good buzz goin' eh?" The smile spoke volumes.

"Where are we going for dinner?" I had a thought and smiled.

"What do you have a taste for?" Gorgeous looked at me and giggled when she saw me wiggle my eyebrows.

"Do you ever wonder if other couples are like us? I mean... we're so silly!" Oh it's so true! 

"I'll tell ya lover... I sure hope so. Being silly with you is something that's so much a part of us as a couple that I..." I had to stop and think for a moment. "I honestly can't imagine us being any other way."

"I almost hate to ask but I have to. Were the two of you like that?" I shivered.

"No!" I didn't scream it but it came out a lot stronger than I'd intended. I squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry, Kara."

"Oh stop, will ya?" My honey shook her head. "Finish the thought!" I don't want to but okay. 

"We started out fine but it got ugly early and often. When you're with someone like that you walk on eggshells, never knowing what's going to be the thing that sets him off." I pulled into the parking lot. My appetite was gone.

"Sometimes it felt like he made up reasons to hit me." The tears started. I hate that I cry when I get angry thinking of him. I looked at you. "He punched me in the stomach when I was pregnant with Rachel." Kara flinched as if I'd hit her. I nodded. "He was furious that I'd gotten pregnant. Like it was my fault. I was on fucking birth control!" I giggled at the absurdity of what I'd said. Kara sat in stony silence. "What?"

"He's dead. Why didn't you divorce him?" I felt myself getting angry.

"Why do you think I was so angry? I was in grad school, looking forward to going back to work. It set everything back. All my plans went up in smoke. Rachel is gorgeous and fabulous. I'm so glad she was born but she messed up my plans."

"How come you're just telling me all this shit now?" I growled.

"Simple; I don't like talking about it. Not even to you, Kara. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if that makes sense. Bette has tried to get me to talk about it without a great deal of success." Blue eyes rolled at the mention of thatr name. I get it. "I'm angry, Kara. I've been angry for a long time. I'm angry with him. I'm angry with me. I'm angry okay?"

I turned the car on, backed up way too fast, and sped out of the parking lot. I headed for home and changed my mind. I made a left turn and headed for my destination. Kara had no idea where I was going until she saw the train station.

"What are you doing, Lissy?"

I never looked at her. "Get on the train and go home. I want to be alone." My voice was cold.

"NO!" Your voice bounced around the confines of the car. "You will NOT do this to me, to us! I will not have it!" I shivered. "We're a couple, goddamn you!!" I felt tears start. "For better or for worse! I take that shit seriously, lady." I couldn't stop the tears. "You can't just push me away whenever you want." Kara turned me so I was looking at her. "I won't let you do this. You dragged me into this thing. I'm here. Take me home so we can talk." I did what she asked.

Blondie made sandwiches and cut pickles and scrounged and found potato chips. She glared when I poured wine. Fine! I got Sierra Mist and poured her a glass. We ate and talked.

Look, I'm sorry okay. This is our story but there's only so much I'm willing to share. And my life with Dylan, at least this part of it, isn't something I want to go into too much detail about. Bette knows and now Kara knows. That's it.

** August 1st **

We had dinner with June and Rachel Thursday evening. Burgers and store bought potato salad were the fare. It was great seeing them both. They sat as close as two chairs allowed.

"How's work, honey?"

"Great Mom! I'm getting a buzz that there may be a real job some time soon." She stole a glance at her star struck lover. "We're both pretty excited about it. This one is waitressing and I'm bartending when I can downtown. It's not much but it's something. When are the two of you going to Michigan?" I laughed. I didn't remembered talking about it to them.

"We really hadn't set a firm date." I looked at Kara, who had an eyebrow raised. "Um, I think we'll be discussing that later." Everyone laughed. I leaned and kissed my girl. "Yes dear; I'll make some calls tomorrow." She patted my hand.

"That's a good pet!" I felt myself blush. Fuck! My kid and her kid couldn't stop laughing.

"Pet? Oh god, that's so funny. That's what Honey calls Kim." I'd forgotten about them and her sister. What were their names again? 

"Do you see them often?" One looked at the other, who shrugged.

"No not really. We've all graduated and pretty much gone our separate ways. That's why it was so funny that you saw them at the grocery store that time. Why?" Oh geez.

"Oh I have no idea. I think it was just curiosity." I shrugged.

Blondie asked, "Anything new on either of you selling your houses?" Kara answered.

"I have a meeting with my realtor Saturday morning. She wants me to sign a contract for the listing and go over some other details." She looked at me. "Anything going on with you?" I shrugged.

"Nothing you don't already know about." Skeptical blue eyes weren't buying it.

"What? I haven't heard anything new. You'd know if I had." The look meant we'd be talking about it later.

"Mom, you heard anything more from JR and Andi?" This again?

"Nope; have you been talking to your sister?" Rach looked at June with a smile.

"She called and ragged about you not being more aggressive with the two of them. She told me what you said. I told her I thought it was the right thing to do." June poked her in the ribs. "What?" There was a look that passed between them. "Oh all right; I didn't tell Jenna cuz I don't want to upset her, but I don't think they're going to be together much longer."

I'd like to be able to report that I was shocked. Upset yes, but not completely shocked. I nodded and took a deep breath. All three of them were looking at me.

"I hope it's doesn't come to that, but I can't say your feelings are without basis." I looked at my... Kara. "Was that too shrinky?" She glared. "Now what?"

"Must you bring her up?" 

"I didn't! I was just asking... oh never mind! Sheesh." Two pairs of eyes looked from one of us to the other. "You tell 'em then." I was getting tired of Kara being pissy about Bette. And I wasn't sure she wasn't right feeling like she did.

"The therapist your Mom WAS seeing kissed her." I caught the emphasis. The other two looked at each other and me.

"Therapist... Mom?" Yeah okay, I suppose my kid might be worried she caused her mother to need therapy. Far from it.

"Yes honey; it's mostly about your... me and Dy... I go because of... well mostly anyway... my marriage. Sorry that came out so stupidly. So yeah, anyway, there's stuff I need to talk about for my emotional well being."




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 05



In her little girl voice, Rachel asked, "Was it that bad? I mean I knew you weren't getting along all that well. You tried to keep it from me but I'm not stupid or blind... or deaf." 

I knew the tears were coming before they started. June leaned over, brushed some hair behind Rachel's ear and kissed her very sweetly. She held her face in her right hand. It was a touching moment between two young women in love; one of whom happens to be my daughter. Kara smiled when I looked at her. I needed to come up with an answer and quickly.

"Honey, your dad died. You have your own memories of him and I'm not going to do anything to tear that down. Being a child is a thing all to itself. You need me to support you and love you, and part of that is to keep some things about me and about my marriage to your father to myself." That actually came out fairly intelligently. Nice work, Lissy! 

I watched closely. While it seemed she was working her way through what I'd said, it felt like she was mostly relieved I had said what I did. I kept quiet though and waited. The quiet became a little 'awks,' as you-know-who would say.

"Okay, I think I understand. I feel like I ought to say thank you, but that feels kinda awkward." She looked at June, who smiled and gave her another kiss, this one just a brush. These two are so cute!!

"Okay, drama over. Let's play cards. Strip poker anyone?" I'll kill her... later. We all laughed. *** It was a great night. June lost a hand and made like she was going to take her top off. It was hysterical! We talked about it in bed after we'd done our bathroom things.

"You did real good with Rach, baby. I understand her curiosity, but you're right. He's dead and there's nothing served by dragging him through the mud." I kissed you. We were in one of my favorite positions, facing each other, legs between, arms around and the free hand doing what hands of lovers do. 

"I love touching you. Your skin is so soft. And I love how you feel!! Whatever you do at that health club of yours, your body just feels firm and toned and yummy." You were grinning like a madwoman and we'd crept closer to each other -- which was interesting cuz we weren't far apart to start.

"You're not angry about the other night are you?" I'd worried myself silly about that.

"No, baby. I don't like that it happened but it was good for us, for you." Your hand rested in the small of my back and I felt you tug me to you. Our mouths were close enough for me to smell your toothpaste and our lips were that close. My hand rested on your hip. My heart had begun its drumbeat several minutes ago; it continued. I could smell your arousal.

"Tell me please. It's important to me." I hoped my eyes were pleading as much as my soul was. I saw your chin quiver.

"You know all that silly we talked about the other night?" I nodded. Blue eyes bore into my browns. "We can be all that, and when the time comes that we need to dig deep and do the hard stuff, we do. That's why I love you, Lissy." That cute smile popped out of the woodwork. "Well that and the fact you're one hot MILF. Yesterday was hump day and my god did we ever do our part, but could I interest my girl in a hot little romp in the sack?" I giggled at your silliness as I nodded.

"What's your pleasure lover? Do you want me to lead or would you like to?" An eyebrow arched.

"Pet..." We both giggled. "I'll fuck you however I choose." That trip hammer tripped!! Floodgates opened. I nodded.

"Yes miss. How does miss choose to take her pleasure with her pet?" You shoved me to my back, changed positions and threw your leg over my head. Oh yummy!!

I pulled your hips to my mouth and feasted on you greedily. I made my tongue big and flat and lapped from way down south way far north... slowly. Your moans reverberated through my pussy and into my soul. God I love this woman! I bit you; you groaned and returned the favor. I giggled; so did you. One of my hands found your silky wetness and fingers pushed into you. One push, two, three... you groaned when I removed them. And you mooaned when their destination became apparent. Yup, another of Lissy's split second decisions. 

I teased the rosebud, wetting it with one finger. I felt you shiver. Your ass wiggled in invitation. My tongue, lips and teeth were busy on the front end; you given me the high sign to work on the back end. I'd read somewhere that there was a little something between the entrance and the sphincter that was pleasurable. What the hell right? So when I felt the guardian guarding I stopped and wiggled. Lightning bolts and floods ensued. You quaked as you came. Um, it might have been my mouth on your clit and my finger doing what it was doing.

Your mouth was torture; delicious, gorgeous, spine tingling, toe curling torture. I'm eating you out and grunting as you eat me. Maybe that's not delicate; tough! Others may describe it more artfully. Tough! I love her. I was.

You screamed your way through the first lightning bolts of pleasure, if I was reading your body correctly. My kitty was oh so grateful!! I was maybe ten seconds (does anyone keep track of time during sex?) behind your explosion. Bursts of heat dashed hither and yon within me. It wasn't the hardest or longest orgasm, but is there a 'bad' cum? I mean really.

You moaned when yours left. I continued my assault on Mount Gorgeous. I kept tweaking and teasing those apparently delicious few inches. You kept trying to get me to push through; fine! My fingers found your clit. My face was already covered with you so I figured... in for a pound, right? I spread your lips as far as I could with my other hand and pushed my tongue as far inside your pussy as I could and pistoned it in and out of you. I had to rely on your hips to help as my hands were otherwise occupied. You did so rather vigorously.

You had continued your ministrations on a rather grateful kitty. She'll be moon walking tomorrow boys and girls!! And goddamn sore. Which I so adore! It seemed that we would be dining at the Y... at the carnal buffet. And this buffet had it all over that whatever it was called at Ravinia. And it was attached to the woman I love.

When you've finished dining and are spent, perspired, panting, quivering and the rest it's hard to breathe, let alone move. There are worse places to be than between your woman's legs. But eventually you want to go kiss her. Yup, even with her all over your face and mouth. Wink! Can I get an 'Amen'!!! Well, eventually we did. Correction -- the older of the two of us did. Cha ching! *** After our lazy, lovely shower Friday, we dressed.

"You look like hell, blondie. Did you sleep okay?" Ms. Mature stuck her tongue out.

"You slept next to me all night; you should know." Kara peeked in the mirror. "Oh god, I look like death warmed over. What the fuck am I going to do?" I snuggled up behind my lover, kissed her neck, teased a nipple, and toyed with my (your) kitty. I saw her eyes close. "You rendered me immobile and nearly unconscious last night. You seem intent on doing it this morning. Usually it's you telling me, but we have to get to work." I giggled and bit your neck. "Bitch!"

Damage control was in full swing. You can have your 'Transformers.' The stuff we use to make ourselves gorgeous is a multi billion dollar industry. I watched my blonde transform from tired to luscious. Sigh.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Talk about a loaded question, blondie!!

"The look in your eye tells me you want to call in dead... again." Well, there was that!! We giggled.

"Do we stay downtown for dinner or take the train. You have your meeting with that bitch in the morning. I guess I just answered my own question. Let's have dinner and figure out the rest then." Deal; sealed with a searing, smoking kiss.

The day was torture. We both ribboned; just cuz. It led to some very interesting texts.

Me: You're sore right? You: Really?? Me: Giggle! Does kitty like her blankie? You: Mm hmm! Muchly. Me: Me 2. You: Rather wet 2. Me: Mm hmm!!

And so it went. 

Oh god it went.

We met outside Kara's work and walked to Greek Town for dinner. We both like the food. It's one of those things you don't do much and it's a great change of pace. And a Friday felt like the right time. We talked as we walked.

"Any ideas about tonight, baby." I'd been thinking about it all day!! 

"Are you up for another clubbing adventure?" Kara looked at me.

"Is it gonna end like the last one?" Oh gawd! I shrugged.

"Lover, I have no idea. That's why we call it an adventure. It's Friday, we're young." Kara looked at me and laughed. She knew I'd said it on purpose. "Let's have some fun." It's called baiting the trap. 

Drinks and an appetizer had been ordered. I showed my honey the picture I had found. Her jaw dropped; she looked at it and at me wide eyed.

"You're the one who's jonesing to be the exhibitionist. You have a tube top right?" Clearly stunned, she nodded. "All right then. You can wear that. We can both go commando; me for sympathy." Blues gleamed. "I'm not saying I'll flash but I can certainly do that!" The server brought our drinks. I lifted my glass. "Are you in?" Blondie laughed.

"It should be impossible for me to be this wet after last night and a Friday at work." Kara clinked glasses with me and took a sip. "But somehow with you it's not." Gray eyes laughed. "You can check at the source if you dare." Oh really!!

I looked around; it was early. We had little trouble getting a table; in fact we'd gotten a booth for two. This restaurant came with linens on the table. My lover saw me begin to slither under the table. Her eyes got impossibly wide.

My heart was pounding. This was uncharted territory for both of us. And then there's the Greek server -- a dude. I was wearing a skirt and low heels. Fuck it; all that was forgotten when I pushed up your skirt and tugged at the silk guarding my prize. When you felt me tug at your panties to remove them you lifted. I wondered if you remembered that we both were going commando tonight. I wonder if you know what day it is right now!! I felt the shiver and heard a moan as I pulled them off. I leaned forward. Delicious!

"Would you like me to keep your friend's plate warm?" I giggled.

"She's busy at the moment but she'll be right back. Please leave it here." 

Busy! Talk about your four letter word!!

Oh blondie, you're out of your fucking mind excited. Probs cuz I'm fucking you. Your fingers are most definitely in my hair. I'm gonna take that as a sign that you're enjoying it. We can talk later about who enjoyed what more! You moaned when you came. I sighed. I'd done all I could to 'hurry' you along, which was undoubtedly silly. It was a restaurant after all. I just about always have eyes on your face when we make love. I couldn't here. 

It's interesting to watch you in the throes of me pleasuring you. Your legs quiver; sometimes they're hard as steel. You push up off the cushion. Fingers grip my hair and hold me to you, sometimes pulling me so close it's hard to breathe. Sometimes you caress my face. Kitty did what she usually does, although she was undeniably excited by what and where we were. Your scented silk was copious and delicious; that's not new. There are so many places, so many ways to love you. I love them all of course. This dangerous public taking excited me terribly. 

I peeked to see if there was anyone near the table. I saw four sets of legs walking. A hostess taking guests to a table was my guess. I waited, crept back up and sat.

My lover's face was flushed and her eyes were cloudy and gray. I thought they might turn back to blue at some point tonight. Blondie picked up her drink with a hand that shook. 

"I recommend the appetizers here; tasty, tangy and delicious." Kara coughed as she choked, trying to stifle her laughter.

"You're absolutely cracked, do you know that?" No need to answer that; we both knew the answer.

I took a breadstick and did naughty things with it. One was dunking it in her drink. That came after it had been... shall we say... visiting.

"Are you going to do this all night?" I just can not believe she asked me that.

"I could if you want me to, but I think someone would figure out what I was doing after a while." It was around the word 'but' when blondie pulled the napkin from her lap and covered her face with both hands. I tugged at it.

"You asked the question; I was just answering honestly. Why all the drama?"

"You're so mean to me. You do... things to me, get me all shook up, and then I say silly things." All were true except for the first part. But I suppose if you're blondie it feels mean.

"Did you order dinner?" You pulled the napkin from your face and stared. I swear to god - you are so precious I could... um, I just did that.

"You honestly think I could have done something that takes cogent thought while you were... doing that?"

"I could if the situation was reversed." Gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. This oughta be good!

"You could not!" She hissed that. Then her eyes got real wide. "And no, you can't dare me too either. The restaurant is getting too crowded. You cheated and did... it before the dinner crowd arrived." Um duh! I smiled broadly the entire time Kara spoke, which really only served to upset her. She smacked my hand with hers. "Meanie!"

I leaned and kissed my girl, who licked around my lips and smacked hers. Wet!!

"Geezuz that was so erotic, Kara!" She smiled angelically, which only served to make me giggle. She were so proud of herself too! The server came and took our orders. The appetizers had been removed; mine was uneaten. Hee hee.

"Do you know where you want to go?" No. Downtown is your playground. I took a sip of wine and shook my head.

"I know we went there later in the night but we could go back to whatever that place was that Shade and Destiny took us to. But I really don't care." Kara eyed me suspiciously. "What?"

"You liked them didn't you?" Uh yeah! 

"Yeah. So?" I squirmed. She laughed. I'm busted. A sip of wine for courage. "I'm curious about them. I'd like to learn more about what they do with their role playing. You okay with that?" A smile.

"Of course I am. The thing I thought was if they wear their collars everywhere they probably don't do lifestyle stuff, whatever that is. Didn't one of them say it's more or less just what they do in their relationship?" I think that's right. 

The food came. I had roast leg of lamb and Kara went basic -- a gyros plate. I've never had gyros that wasn't from a hot dog stand and I love it. Anyway, blondie continued.

"I don't remember which of them it was and it probably doesn't matter. We can start where we did last time. Maybe we'll meet some interesting people and find some new, hot places to go. How's your dinner?"

I gave her a taste and answered. "It's just wonderful. We used to have leg of lamb when I was growing up and I'd make it every now and then for the family. I miss it. How's yours?" You wrinkled your nose.

"I probably should have followed your suggestion and ordered the spinach and feta cheese thingie but it's good. I'm like you. I don't do a lot of Greek food but my god it's wonderful. If you were inclined, or Greek, you could live here. And this city being what it is I'm sure there are people who just about do." Agreed! I nodded.

It should come as no surprise that we're a couple of nut jobs, so we ordered our flaming Saganaki for dessert. The idiot server rolled his eyes. I looked at you. Hmm, I know that look!

"Are you going to say something to him?" I shivered when I saw her eyes.

"I don't know yet." Kara shook her head. "I despise that sort of attitude. We're customers; we do what we want. They're so arrogant it's infuriating. They all are."

"Hey, I have a son who's a good guy. And I like Ian. Let's not go too far overboard okay?" She nodded.

"Yeah thanks. You're right." We went back to our dinners but a few minutes later you asked. "Are we ever going to meet the seemingly mysterious Mr. Ian?" I had to laugh.

"Doctor Ian; at least he will be soon." I tried to remember if Jenna had told me. "He may be called that now. I don't remember." My computer struggled. "He's in his last year of residency so I'm pretty sure... oh never mind. Yeah, I'll have to make an effort to have you meet Mr. Jenna Mason." We both laughed. "I'll call her tomorrow while you're meeting with that... with Barb." Kara was lifting her fork when I said that and stopped.

"Are you still upset with me about that?" No, though I suppose I should be. I shook my head.

"Nope, but she's not gonna be on my Christmas card list any time soon." She made pouty face; gorgeous as always.

"I know and I'm sorry. It was an impulse decision made with someone I know and it was wrong of me and I almost lost the woman I love." She put her fork down and her hands in her lap. I stopped and waited as well. "Is this going to be an issue for us?" I put my fork down and took the hand of the woman I love.

"No. Simply put -- no! I'll admit I'm a little torn about the whole thing. I get why you did it and in the very next breath I don't. But that's life. It was a mistake. We all make them. Maybe in some stupid way it was a good thing that it happened because it totally killed whatever little fantasy was flitting around in my head." I shrugged. "That sound good?"

Blondie nodded, which was more than enough for now.

I admit it worried me that she still seemed bothered by it but I'd be lying if I said I had just put it in 'storage.' I couldn't. But I was determined not to let a mistake like that get in the way of this glorious thing that is 'us.' Make sense?

So we finished our fab dinner and waddled out of the restaurant and headed to the condo for that tube top. 

I wonder if you had any idea what I had in mind for you. I also wonder what I actually had in mind for you, cuz like lots of things I do this was another one that was totally spur of the moment. I was, however, committed to helping you with this thing you seem to have. Shrug. I love her; what can I say. 

I had a tube top in mind for our escapades but Kara came out of the bedroom in a dress that had my eyes bugging out of my head. It was a slightly darker shade of red than 'red,' it had spaghetti straps and wonderfully deep scoop that showed off my girls fabulously, hugged every gorgeous inch of her marvelously, and fell about two inches above very cute knees.

When I could talk I said, "Maybe we won't go out tonight." Lover laughed and flashed me. Yup, you remembered!!

Still laughing, she said, "I think this gets a thumbs up from my girl." I have a feeling I drooled like a St. Bernard as I nodded. She giggled like my girls did when they were growing up. Oh great Lissy. Total buzz kill thinking of your ... daughters... not your lover's girls!!! Geez! I laughed. She made that fabulous pouty face again. I walked and talked.

"You are so precious. I had a delicious little speed bump, blondie. No worries." I kissed her hungrily. When we finished I pushed some hair off Kara's face, looked in very blue eyes and breathed, "We can stay or go. One way or the other you're all mine later." The smile was dazzling; she grabbed my hand and shoved it under the hem of the dress.

"I know you will baby and I'm looking forward to it. We just have to be home early enough so that I can function when Barb comes." She better not fucking cum! I kissed her again. Oh my god; we really better go if we're going to. 

I kinda sorta mumbled something like that into her mouth as we grudgingly ended the kiss. I thought for a moment the moan meant she was reconsidering, but she pushed away from me and headed for her purse. I watched you walk and creamed my... oops! I'm not wearing any. I laughed; lover looked. Purse in hand, I followed her out the door.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 05



My god she was the hottest of the hot! Okay, I know she is. Friday night Chicago was finding out what I already knew. That's the simplest way I can put it. Kara was whirled, twirled, groped, pawed, kissed... you name it, you got it. I loved it all. Oh, I got asked to dance now and then too. Wanna know how that went?

"She's cute. Is she your daughter?" Eyeroll.

"Is you daughter home from college? It's so cute you're clubbing with her." Gag me!

"Is your daughter seeing anyone?" Sigh!

So let's talk about this while Ms. Popular is on the dance floor again. There's a part of me that's chest puffing proud that the woman of my heart is so fabulously attractive that she's attracting the attention of other women. And there's the part of me that wanted to have a hidden carry permit (not that I'd know where to 'hidden' it) to smite the infidels.

I was at the bar when I heard a voice.

"Oh my god, Mom! We didn't see Kara." This just isn't possible! Oh stop it; of course it is. I turned.

"Hello gorgeous." I leaned and kissed June on the lips. Why not right? Her eyes showed her surprise.

"Are you two having fun?" Yeah well. My eyes flicked to my honey who was being 'handled' by another blonde.

"She's out there in a red dress." I pointed. "See?" I watched my daughter's girlfriend follow my finger.

"Holy crap, that dress is gorgeous!!" Her head came back to me. She smiled. "You two are so cute!!" Mom had to.

"Where's Rach?" Big brown eyes smiled.

"Ladies room. She'll be looking for me." She had taken her eyes off of me and was texting at twice the speed of light.

Radar 'Mom' eyes scanned where I remembered the ladies room was and found my blonde. My baby blonde. Rachel.

Blue eyes found her honey's, scooted to mine and got real wide. She stopped walking. I smiled. They moved to her browns and she came toward us. I stood and kissed my daughter.

"Let me say it first. What are you doing here? Mom." On impulse, I grabbed her hand and dragged her on to the dance floor. I saw her look over her shoulder. I had no clue where Kara was. I prayed I was tall enough that she'd see me and see that I was with my kid. We danced; well my kid danced.

"This is the second time we've been here, honey." I kinda screamed it over the din of the crowd and the music. "We were at dinner when we talked about what to do. We both changed. Do you like my outfit?"

It was nowhere near as cute or as daring as what Kara wore, but I wore a summery lavender dress with a string tie from the top of the dress that looped around the back of my neck. Below the bust to above the waist was gathered; at the waist was as well but not as sharply. It didn't hug me nearly as tight as Kara's did and it fell just above my knees. With no bra and commando I felt nearly naked as my daughter eyed me.

"You look adorable Mom." I dare not ask for clarification but does that sound like she thinks it's hot? Does it matter that my achy breaky heart... what do hearts get and why do I care. "Like really hot." Hey, my kid said she thinks I look hot!

"Well looky here! Looks like Momma and baby found each other." Scrumptious kissed me and June kissed my kid. What a world huh!! And we danced. 

Back at the table to take a break, catch our breaths, sip our drinks and chat.

"Okay, so I told Rach that this is our second time here. What about the two of you?" June took it.

"We come here fairly often, sometimes as much as twice a month. It's nice, the floor is big, the place gets super busy late and it's fun. They rock music too; real good dance stuff." 

"Like Lissy said, it's only our second time but I agree. This place is pretty nice." I leaned and kissed the freckle that's just below your right ear. Kara squeaked like she does when I do. I looked at the girls and said, "Kara loves it when I play the 'connect the freckles' game don't you precious?"

Rachel turned all kinds of red and screeched, "MOM!" June was grinning like a cheshire cat and holding a clearly mortified blonde on her shoulder. I looked at Kara, who was looking at the two of them.

"Oh, you do too?" She nodded. I looked at my blonde and said, "Oops." She thwacked my shoulder. "What's that for?"

"You embarrassed your daughter and kinda embarrassed me." I saw Kara turn to me, scoot forward a little on her chair, and open her legs. I gave no indication of what she was going to do other than widen my eyes. She grinned broadly. June was sitting across from me and looked at me with questions in her eyes when I stood. I saw her eyes dart to Kara and saw them widen. She must be doing it. I used my peripheral vision. Kara was beet red and not from embarrassment.

"Do you two have plans for the weekend?" Rach was watching June and looked at me. Neither of them spoke.

Finally, Rach poked June, who jumped and said, "We have parties to go to tomorrow night and Sunday. Blondie was supposed to work both days." Blondie rolled her eyes.

"I switched with someone. Working seven days is too much. I'm... we're taking Sunday off." Oh?

"Do you bartend on weekends?" June shrugged.

"Not all the time but yeah. I'll miss tonight and tomorrow but work Sunday. It's not as busy but I work the next two weekends all three days." I looked at Rachel, who was all starry eyed looking at her honey. They're adorable.

"If June's working and you're working are you going to stay at the house on the weekends?" She looked embarrassed.

"I'm interviewing at the restaurant June bartends for a server job. And I'm looking for places to interview downtown and near north. With school back I'm hoping. It was nice having both jobs but not fun commuting. It's okay money but gas and trains... well you know." 

Yeah I do. She might get lucky and get a train that doesn't make every stop for her dinner shift but going home by train is a grind. And you know how expensive gas is. Well I do actually. She has a debit card that ties into my account that she uses strictly for the car. I help her out where I can.

"Well, Kara has that meeting tomorrow morning, which is why we stayed downtown tonight. But let me know your plans so I can get groceries that I know you like."

"Anyone wanna dance?" Kara is so not into blah stuff. *** With Barb coming at ten we didn't stay out too late. We'd said our goodbyes to the youngsters; there was little doubt they had no intention of leaving. We were in bed cuddling. 

"Tell me about your flashing. I saw how flushed you were." You put my hand between your legs. Oh I knew you were wet! I wanted to hear it from you though. I tried again after your hot, wild kiss. "Out with it."

"I felt so naughty, so sexy. I don't know if anyone looked. I think June noticed but no way could she see anything." Your grays blazed as you said, "Honest to god, Lissy, I wanted to take you into the bathroom and just tear you apart."

Several minutes later I was able to get this out. "I knew you were hugely turned on by the way you danced. And not just with me; you were just as delicious and wild with the girls." I smiled. "I think Rach was afraid you were going to attack her!!" You laughed.

"By the way, you were out dancing when June showed up. Rach was still in the ladies. I gave her a kiss." You blinked. "Don't worry blondie. It wasn't one of these." I gave you what you call my 'rock your world' kiss. Several breathless minutes later I wound up on top of you. We were both gasping as more than our mouths and tongues had been busy.

"Well good; I'm glad to hear it wasn't one of those. I wonder if she'll tell Rach." You pulled me to you and we did that kiss thing again; with the same result I should add. There are variations on the theme. Maybe if I was a writer I could do a story just about the kinds of kisses. I told you when we'd finished.

"That would be hysterical actually. That list of kisses you found on Tumblr was great but whoever did it left out a ton of other kisses. Maybe you should try your hand at this writing thing." I smacked you.

"I have no time. I'm too busy adding to the list." I wiggled my eyebrows. You laughed crazily. And that was about all.

Okay well it really wasn't, but that kissing thing turned into a whole lotta something more that included kissing. Night! *** The meeting was at 10. The doorbell rang; we both screamed. Blondie flew out of bed and into the bathroom.

"Put on a robe or something and go answer the door please. Goddammit, we forgot to set the alarm."

Fuck it; let her wait. Maybe I'll greet her naked since that's how she greeted me in the shower. I put the robe on.

"Come on in Barb; Kara's in the bathroom. We forgot to set the alarm; we were... up late." She smiled; she got it.

"Sleeping in late is a wonderful thing on a weekend. How've you been, Lissy?" I bought a wonderful knife sharpener! 

"We've been keeping busy. We were out dancing last night and ran into my youngest and her girlfriend. We were as surprised to see them as they were us. It was lots of fun. Sit down; I'll get coffee started." 

Right on cue, out came blondie. I walked and gave you a long, deep kiss. Barb didn't see me open my robe but you did. I wrapped you in it as we kissed. It seems you weren't amused as you slugged my shoulder as we kissed.

I went straight to the bedroom, not bothering to close it again, and closed the door. Honest to god, I thought of lying in bed and masturbating with the loudest toy I could find. I know it was all very childish and my anger, such as it is, should have been focused on (directed at?) Kara. But I love her; I have little or no use for the other one.

I settled on taking a bath, which included doing what a lot of women do when they take one. I let the warm running water give me a fabulous orgasm. Kitty needed that; trust me. 

I dressed in your tube top and the shortest shorts I could find -- and went commando! And wore the only pair of fuck me heels I own -- at the time. If I'm gonna be over-the-top why not be over the top! Am I right?

I flounced out of the bedroom and almost broke a goddamn ankle but caught myself in time. Kara watched with amused eyes as I settled somewhat gingerly on the chair.

"That was quite the graceful entrance, baby." I smiled daggers; she knew and looked away.

"I need coffee. Anyone else care for some?" I made a point of bending over to push off the chair. I heard the growl.

"Kara, I think we're all set here. I have another appointment on the other end of the Loop and should get going." The two of you kissed cheeks. I air kissed. Period. 

Kara locked the door and spun to face me with rage in her eyes.

"You bitch! That was uncalled for. If you want to be mad, be mad at me." Oh god! She really IS mad! "Everything from the robe to the outfit... oh god, I'm so angry with you!!" You stormed toward me, step by step, as you spoke. "Why would you embarrass me, let alone you, in front of my friend like that!!" Any and all resentment slunk away and was replaced by shame... also known as toxic guilt. I took a step forward. You folded your arms and did that thing women do with our hips... putting a foot next to the other on an angle. I'd done it -- it was my 'you'll sleep on the couch' pose.

"I have no explanation. I knew it was wrong and did it anyway. It was juvenile and wrong and I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

There was fury in those eyes. I'd seen it once or twice and it's the only other time the blues turn gray.

She came, grabbed my face with both hands, kissed me, turned, headed to the bedroom, slammed the door and locked it. Every bit of that left me stunned and somewhat breathless. And wet. No, I don't know why.

What do I do now? Go hom... to the house? And do what exactly? And why did I change it from home to the house? I know why. That's when the tears started.  We're a couple. If there was ever a doubt this ended it -- at least for me. I'm not sure when it goes from being a crush to ... I put my head on the table and cried.

I have no idea how long I cried or when I fell asleep. I realized I had when I felt a hand on my face. Still sleepy, I lifted my head. Kara kissed me. I swallowed my sob as I kissed her. Her blue eyes were soft when she lifted from me.

"You did what I did -- sleep." She shrugged. "I don't think having... um; it would have been easy enough to do this much later." She shook her head. "Do we need to talk about her and me and you more?" I shook my head.

"No; you're absolutely right. I was a jerk; no other way to say it. She's cute. I can see why the two of you were an item." I shrugged. "I'm a jealous jerk. There's no other way to put it, Kara." I might as well confess to the obvious!! 

"Okay."

"There is one thing though. I know I'm the one who suggested that you have her as your realtor, but I'm really not comfortable being around her. I'd rather you get someone else." I think she was surprised. "What I'm not sure of is whether it's unreasonable to feel about her and this the way I do." If today's the day that this gets dealt with then get it all out there. Leave nothing unsaid. And don't cry. 

Kara turned and walked away from me. I shivered. She sat on the couch and curled her legs under her. She looked up as she fixed her top, then looked away and stared out the window. What's going on in there? 

There was nothing for me to say, so I was quiet. She was as well. I got up, got some more coffee, and sat down -- not on the couch. It was quiet for a while as blondie continued to stare. 

Her eyes came back to me and said, "Do you know what I wanted to do last night?" I had no idea so I shook my head.

"Nope."

"I wanted to take off my dress before we came in the building." Oh my! I'm sure my face showed my shock and surprise. She nodded. "I wanted you to take a picture of me with your phone." She smiled and said, "You already know what I look like naked but this is the pose I wanted." Kara stood as she talked. She raised both arms over her head and lifted her left leg behind her butt. Her face had a gorgeous ear-to-ear grin and she was flushed, bright red. She lowered everything, walked to me, and shoved my hand up the leg of her shorts. She was absolutely soaked.

"Wow, this really turns you on huh?" She nodded. "Is it that somebody might see you?" My lover smiled.

"Can I fuck you?" Wow, that was direct! Gray eyes were hot and wild. Kitty told me it sounded like a great idea to her. My heart thudded rapidly in my chest. I couldn't take my eyes off of hers. Her mouth was open; she was in full pant mode and pushed your hips against my hand. Gawd! It's like she's in heat! I had to say it.

"Yes of course, but we have to talk about that thing." Your eyes went from gray to blue in the instant it took you to close your mouth. Smooth Lissy; total buzz kill. I had to though. And I wanted exactly what she said -- badly. Gray eyes widened in surprise as I pushed two fingers into my girl.

"We can talk while I do this." Half lidded eyes in that fabulous blonde head nodded. The squishy sound was obscene and erotic. Kara rocked against me, begging me to use my palm to help. Not so fast blondie! "Go ahead." You blinked.

"How am I supposed to keep a train of thought while you're doing that to me?" I shrugged. She shook her head. I put my hand under her top and teased a nipple. Gray eyes closed; Kara shook her head and bit her lip.

"You're impossible." She bent and kissed me. "We've talked about this before but I guess we're not as done with it as I thought." Seems that's the case. "Barb being my realtor is neither here nor there, but I suppose it's her being here that's at the heart of your problem." I nodded. I started to move my hand from her breast; she put hers over it and smiled.

"Yeah it is. I know I told you to use her. When the knock on the door... I can't explain it." I know what I want to say but not how to say it. And I'm not sure I can without making things worse. I know one thing I have to do! I slipped my fingers from my lover to her groan. "It was a terrible decision on my part; just terrible." She let go of my other hand, her eyes showing both disappointment and understanding. It hasn't been a very good Saturday so far. 

What I really wanted to do was have Kara sit on my lap. But after what I'd just done, I didn't protest when she went back to the couch. Besides, she hadn't taken me with her or invited me to join her. Something popped into my head.

"Just this second I had a thought -- Barb represents that day." Yup, that was it. I nodded; she did too. "It's probably stupid but it's about emotions, and my brain reminds me of all the conflicting emotions of that day. You and I just about live together. That keeps the other at bay; for some reason seeing her brings it all back." That's enough I think. "Does that make sense, lover?" It wasn't the thousand watt smile but it was gorgeous nonetheless. 

"Yeah, it does. Okay, I'll get someone else. I signed the listing agreement; I'll have her tear it up." I started to protest. "No, don't." Kara looked down, shook her head, and looked at me. "I'm not sure how or if this will affect my friendship with the two of them." A shrug. "You're more important." There was a long pause. "That's the bottom line."

"I guess that's part of it; maybe the biggest part. Thank you by the way." She smiled brightly this time. "You're more important too, Kara. Yes it happened. Yes I'll get over it. We're building a life together." Enough already. "I think we've said all we need to about this." She laughed. "What?" Kara came, plopped herself on my lap and kissed me.

"You're the most adorable idiot I've ever loved." My turn to laugh.

"I know high praise when I hear it, blondie." More kisses. "Now tell me more about this exhibition..." You smothered the end of the word with your mouth. Oh dear, I think this is the end of one thing and the beginning of the other. 

The kiss didn't end but a few minutes later you started to undress me. I have to laugh. That involved taking the tube top off, which involved us breaking the kiss. Your tank came off, then we resumed kissing. As if by magic we wound up on the floor, naked, you on top, my legs around your butt. You were doing the most wonderful things to my breast.

"How did we get here?"

"Cab." I groaned; you giggled but never stopped your suckling. What else could I do but shiver. I actually loved nursing my kids. Their breast feeding wasn't sexual; your 'feeding' was -- and wonderfully so. Mmm! 

"Is this you making good on your earlier request, lover?" My nipple came out of your mouth with a 'pop.' Dark grays scalded me as you smiled. As if to emphasize the point, you squirmed your hips side to side. I moaned. "Please don't hurry." You laughed.

"We may never leave the condo today, Lissy." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That would be interesting! 

"Okay."

"Okay what... pet!" My eyes flew open, my nipples tightened and kitty shivered.

"Okay miss." Your eyes demanded more. "Okay miss, pet would enjoy not leaving the condo today." My heart was pounding. You'd ignited a roaring flame deep inside me. I fucked you, pulling you to my pussy, grinding, arching my back against you, moaning when you bit my neck, screaming when you moved to my breast and tore at my nipple with your teeth.

"Oh my god! Give it to me, bitch. Fuck me. Oh god yes... oh god oh god ooohhhhh!!" It had been slow for a while and it had just exploded inside me out of nowhere. It was gloriously warm, spine tingling and toe curling. I heard your cry, smiled, and kept pushing, kept my fingers in your hair, kept your mouth on my breast. You were biting it now, taking huge chunks of it in your teeth. It hurt like a mother and god it was stupendous. The lights behind my eyes began to fade. I felt my body loosen. We were pressed tightly to each other. You shivered, groaned and moved your head to the valley.




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 06



You wouldn't think that buying a silly ole ankle bracelet in big old Chi-town would be a problem. Well, here's what we found. A lot of stores in the neighborhood aren't open on Sundays. Fine jewelry stores didn't carry them. There was a place that wanted $74 dollars for something that neither of us liked. I did see a store we'd go back to when this adventure was concluded. Kara was getting frustrated. I finally asked the very nice lady for some help. She sympathized.

"It's kind of a pain, but did you think of Macy's?" Hell no! I looked at blondie; she looked at me.

"Please!" Now tell me honestly -- how do you say no to eyes like that in the face you love? I kissed her hungrily. Iryna smiled warmly at the two of us. We said goodbye and hurried to the car. 

"We're not too much of a drive away from somewhere I kind of want to go to. I promise we'll go to Macy's afterward."

"What's the store you're so hot to trot about, baby?" I told her. She squealed. No really! "What are we getting?"

I shrugged and said, "Whatever we want. I have no agenda. We'll shop and see what we like." Kara giggled. We were back in our regular clothes by the way. On a hunch, I suggested that we check and see if the restrooms at the zoo were in better shape than the one at the beach. They were; we changed. No hanky panky either. Honest!

"Hey blondie, open that blouse while we ride." They really do go gray just that quickly! Blondie squirmed as she undid the three buttons. I reached and teased a nipple, which had already gotten hard.

"You like this don't you, lover?" She nodded.

"It started out as a lark, a fantasy," was said with a shiver. "There are times I just want to scream; it's all I think about every once in a while. I love you so much for feeding it, letting me... experiment." You looked out the window and giggled. "There's a car next to us and they saw me." I saw Kara turn toward the window and take her girls in her hands.

"Puppies or kitties?" She laughed.

"It's been a while since we used those names, Lissy. They're puppies; puppies with real big eyes. They've opened up the windows and are screaming things at me."

I got a little worried. We don't need a car full of idiots following us. This is supposed to be a fun thing that we do just for her. I looked, put on my turn signal, and made a quick left into an alley. I scooted a couple of blocks, made a quick right down a one way street, hotfooted it a block, made another quick right, and headed back north at the first opportunity. Yup, there they are -- the blue Escape.

Kara, who had watched wide eyed as I did my little hot rod act, asked, "What are you doing?" I pointed.

"See the blue Ford. That's the puppies." I wanted to try and get behind them. "Wave bye bye." Blondie looked at me.

"Really?" I laughed, finished the left turn I'd started and took her hand. She had finished buttoning the shirt.

"No, of course not. I just wanted to ditch them. You can leave that open if you want. Or not. I don't want you to stop, Kara. We both have to be careful, that's all." She nodded.

"It was pretty stupid of me goad those boys. And that's what they were, too. They probably spent the afternoon at the ball game or the beach, got wasted -- whatever. I didn't think of it. Actually, I didn't think. Shit. Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Those beauties belong to me. You can show 'em where and when you want; we just have to be careful." I pulled into the parking lot of our destination. Hmm. 

"Ya know what. We'll find a spot on the street. If those knuckleheads come back to this area I don't want them seeing the car in this parking lot. They might guess we're in the store and cause some trouble." Maybe I'm over thinking this, but I'd rather be over cautious than sorry. I found a parking spot on a side street. 

On a hunch I said, "Swap tops with me, lover." Lover stared wide eyed. I laughed. "I know; but if they see us on the street, they'll be looking for your top on a blonde, not on a brown haired older woman." She made pouty face.

"You do not look like an older woman, woman." Gorgeous got to her knees and kissed me. "You're fabulous and I'm sorry I was a goofball and I love you... and get your hand outta there."

Feigning innocence, I said, "What? All I did was rub a finger or three over kitty; a very damp kitty I might add."

We did that top swapping thing and headed across the street. 

"Those fingers of yours are deadly, but in a good way." I turned and smiled. 

"Good! They're supposed to cause that reaction!" A nod and a smirk were my response.

"I know. They do."

Walking into the store was like walking into a playground of just about any fantasy or fetish you could ever imagine. It was the chain's first venture into the city and it was a great location. You really can't help but stand and stare in disbelief.

"I want to find you a collar, lover."

"You do?" I nodded.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She grinned.

"The truth is... I'm not sure which one of us will like it more." You're absolutely right. "We can both wear it ya know."

We both liked the black collar. It was black, 3 inches tall, had red stitching, a buckle, and alternating spikes and studs. 

"When we're finished shopping, will you wear this out of the store?" I looked; blues glittered with mischief.

"If that's what my miss wishes, pet will certainly obey." Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. I smiled. Whatever the reason, this touches something very primal deep inside Kara. And I love her enough to play along.

I thought Kara might lose it completely when we saw a collar that came with a little leather strip that was held in place by four studs. The strip held a metal loop that held two chains that had adjustable nipple clamps on the end. At a little under $50 it was the most expensive toy we bought -- by far! But the excitement in her eyes made it impossible not to add to our stash of goodies.

"Will you put it on me before we go to Macy's?" I smiled and kissed her.

"Of course I will lover. It excites you to wear it doesn't it?" She nodded, her grays dark.

"Honest to god, Lissy, I wish I was ribboned. I'm so turned on I might cum." I did the humane thing; I pulled Kara to me, put my hand under her skirt and teased her till she did. She shook as I held her. I groaned as her fingers dug into my arm. Breaths were rapid and shallow. I made sure to hold her tight in case those legs I love gave out. 

Once we were back in the car blondie had me secure the collar while she put the clamps on her nipples. 

"How tight should they be?" 

"I'm not sure you have much choice with these. It doesn't appear you can set the tightness like I can with mine." How odd that I'm calling nipple clamps 'mine.'

"Ooh, I like this!" I looked; this won't do.

"Get the clip on your entire nipple, lover, not just the bottom half." The pout was gorgeous.

"You do it then." I smiled.

I did it right. First I sucked the nipple into my mouth; that included a little bite. I flicked it a little to be sure it was firm, pushed the opener and put it on the entire bud. That's much better! I did the same to Sunny.

"I love it! Can we switch tops please?" We did -- quickly. Blondie buttoned hers and reached for the rear view mirror to see how she looked.

She squealed; seriously! And bounced on the seat with excitement.

"I look so sexy!" Yes you do! "I'm absolutely in love with the collar and everyone is gonna know where the chains go and what's on the end of them." Grays smoldered as she leaned and kissed me. Zowie!

We yakked about this and that as we made our way downtown.

"I don't like the clamps as much as mine. I prefer being able to determine just how tight I make it. You do look sexy as hell with that collar though. And you like it; that's all that matters."

"I'm such a nut. I want to wear the damn thing everywhere; including work." Oh my god!

"I'm looking forward to getting away, lover. I can't wait." Kara smiled and took my hand.

"I am too! I know my way around Saugatuck like I imagine you do South Haven. I just wish it was for more than a long weekend. But we're going; that's all that matters."

"I wish it was too. But we'll have a real vacation; maybe over the winter, but for sure next summer. Meanwhile we've got to get our housing situation resolved and move in together." I looked at my girl. "You were serious about getting married weren't you?" She looked a little surprised I brought it up.

"There's a hell of a long way to go before we can even talk seriously about it, but yes, I was." Her eyes had a little bit of 'plead' in them when she added, "It's nice to think about as much as anything." I can't argue with that.

"I was surprised when you said you wanted a butt plug. It's not too long, though. Will you let me try it after you do?"

"Of course I will. I've kind of had a fantasy about anal play anyway, and I loved how you made love to me that night. I guess I'll find out how it feels. I had a thought that wearing it when I'm ribboned would be interesting. I'll let you know."

We parked at Water Tower and headed in. We found what floor fine jewelry was on and headed to an elevator.

My honey looked at me and said, "We could spend an entire weekend in this place." I laughed.

"That would be the end of a wonderful romance, lover." The woman to my left laughed. "You too huh?"

"Yup, if I don't know what I want, I look online. This place is mayhem on a slow day." We waved as we exited.

The blues eyed me and smirked. "What? She heard me and laughed."

"I know; I heard. I knew you weren't going to grab her hand and ditch me or anything. She was cute too." She was!! 

I gave you a peck and said, "So are you, blondie; so are you!" She blushed. It happens every time!

"It's gorgeous; I love it, Lissy!" That's all I needed to hear when we asked the sales associate to get the anklet out of the display case. 

It was on sale. Who knows about these things? We bought two. You're saying 'duh.' I know, but with the sale price we could have gotten four!

We had to find chairs and put them on.

"How about mine on my right leg and yours on your left?" The grin was gorgeous.

"I want to do naughty things to your body, baby!" I shivered. "They're so cute; all those hearts. The clasp looks easy to do." She leaned and kissed me. Mercy! That kiss said I'm going to get a workout tonight. Kitty was panting.

"Kitty said to tell you she loved that kiss and that she's looking forward to tonight." Kara giggled.

"It's hysterical when you tell me your pussy talks to you." I feigned a look of aghast. 

"You mean you and yours don't 'communicate.'" More giggling.

"Well yeah. Mine doesn't talk to me like yours does." Just stop it blondie! You're killing me. "Will you please put this thing on me?" I grinned.

"You just want a chance to flash me." She turned a deep red. How funny! I was only half serious. 

I got out of the chair and on a knee. I put her foot on the knee. She was panting. To my delight, she unzipped the zipper a little more. I winked as I put the clasp together. Her hands were shaking with excitement.

"All done." I got to my feet and held out my hand. Kara shook her head. My eyes opened wide. My god; she was in the midst of an orgasm! I have no idea how I missed the signs. Her eyes never left mine. I bent and kissed her; she moaned. I stood in front of my lover, waiting for her to come down off the high. It must have been a combination of the clamps, the orgasm I gave her at the toy store, and the excitement of putting the anklet on while flashing me. Sensory overload came to mind. It was the only thing I could attribute it to. Kitty was insanely jealous by the way!!

Gray eyes closed and my cutie shivered. She blinked a couple of times when the blues opened, focused, and found me. And smiled when I held out my hand and took it. We walked hand in hand to the elevator, Kara on my right. Two women, two anklets, one heart. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed in the elevator.

"I know you're wondering and I have no clue." I kissed the blonde locks. 

People got on; people got off. It made for one long ride. We headed to the parking garage once we'd been set free.

"Get in the back seat."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it." Bossy isn't she! I did.

You'd unzipped the skirt nearly to the top. You climbed on me, pushed my shorts and panties to the side and mounted me. Your grays were wild with lust. There was no way I was going to stop you. I'm not sure if I could. You were in the grip of an urge I was familiar with; every once in a while the primal need for pleasure overwhelms everything else. I did what I could to help you. Me? If I cum, great. Honestly, you wanted me; you were so much more important than me.

Your eyes were clamped shut; your face mirrored the urgency, the effort and the need you felt. I was content, along for the 'ride,' smiling as our pussy's sloshed, tingling as pleasure rolled through me.

I was shocked when I felt the orgasm explode in my depths. My cry of surprise rang out in the car. Your eyes opened; the look was gorgeous. Mine closed as a slow heat rolled from deep in my core, spreading, leaving pleasure in its wake. My hips had sped up, almost without me noticing. I noticed I was moaning as I pushed against you. One of us was grunting; maybe both. I felt you tense; the scream filled the car. God yes, Kara!! I didn't know I could give more but I did. 'Another gear' is all I could think of. It's probably silly but all I know is what I wanted. You were a bitch in heat. I love you and wanted you to suffer the glorious bliss of your wanton need.

I think we both finished at the same time. My legs were spread as it is; you lay with your head in your arms on the back of the seat. It was beastly hot in the car. We were both short of breath; I think the oxygen in the car had been used as we fucked. I took a deep breath, smiled, and hoped your needs had been met.

I giggled at the thought that rode through my mind. I was the corner of the desk, the washing machine on spin cycle. You were the horny vixen needing her cum. That we were in the car, slick sex to hot pussy, was because we love each other and you chose me to be your partner in your wild erotic moment.

"Thank you, baby." I wanted to cry. Isn't she sweet? I know you like pretty much like I know me. It was over now and you were embarrassed at your wanton carnal display.

I reached, caressing your breasts under your top. You laughed.

"That was part of my why; at least I think so." I nodded.

"I wondered if it wasn't a case of sensory overload." You giggled.

"Those are mighty big words, baby!" I laughed.

"If the fire has been put out... for now, would you please put my undies back in place." You lifted your head and stuck out your tongue.

"You had an orgasm too, wench, so shut the fuck up." I flicked the nipple that was still held prisoner. You moaned. "God, that is sooo good. Wanna go again?" I just might.

I pulled you to me and we kissed like the lovers we are. Good lord, I really just might! 

"You better get off of me or we just might have to do this -- or something like it, again." You lifted and stared.

"You really want to?" Umm! 

"Here's the dealio. We've probably pushed the edge of a whole bunch of envelopes doin' the nasty in a big garage like this. Unless there are a whole bunch of pervs watching us, we've gotten away with it. It's a little bit of a shocker that I want to go another round with you, and it will probably fade by the time we get back to your place. But we really should get some kind of decent and get the hell outta here." I kissed you and continued.

"On the other hand, if this is how it's gonna be with you, your nipple clamps, and these anklets, we're going to do one hell of a lot more toy shopping in the not so distant future." You could see in my face that I wasn't kidding. I could see in your face that you wanted to hotfoot it back to the toy store. And that you wanted more sex. So did I.

"I'm hungry." I laughed. Leave it to blondie to add more silliness to the moment.

I pushed your head toward kitty; you smacked her. She was most pleased; she's very odd! I can't believe both of our kitties weren't in a coma!! Especially Kara's.

"Not what you had in mind for dinner huh?" The grin was wicked -- and gorgeous.

"Are you assuming again, baby?" I shivered, closed my eyes and shook my head. This woman!! 

Parking is expensive; we giggled, agreeing that we got our money's worth!!

We had dinner on the west side at one of the many restaurants that had sprung up in the last five plus years. The success of the winter sports teams led to a flock of new businesses. They were open on weekends during the summer and were happy to see us.

We'd ordered and our drinks had been served when you said, "Give me your panties." I nearly broke my neck.

"What!!"

"I just got my period and need to go to the ladies room. I don't have panties on, remember? Give 'em to me."

I had shorts on. I grabbed her hand and off we went. Geezuz! We got lucky; there was an open stall. I pushed her in first, locked the door, and stripped. Yes, the blues glittered. Yes, I laughed. I handed her my way more than damp panties. Blondie did what she had to, put a liner in the silk just to be sure, and pulled them over her hips.

I had pulled my shorts up. That didn't seem to dissuade her. Really? Here? Now? Kitty was all for it; two thumbs up. My nipples were... what are nipples? Absentee ballots? We're all one big happy family. Oh my god; I'm laughing. I'm becoming blonde -- if only in my silliness! Whatever this is I'm doing, I'm having way too much fun with the telling.

The two of us giggled and blushed as we washed our hands. We walked back to the table to find our entrees waiting. Fish and chips times two. Kara ordered first, it sounded good, and I said, "Make that two."

It was delicious!! They must change the oil regularly. I'm going way out on a limb that it's what makes the difference. The fries were crisp and delicious as well. Not too much salt either! Cole slaw -- have I told you about my cole slaw thingie? If a restaurant does good cole slaw the rest of their food will be better than fine. That's totally one woman's opinion and you can take it to the bank!!

"How do you want to be fucked?" Leave it to blondie to bring me back to the moment. Kitty was still in a coma. I was still enjoying a surprisingly good dinner. Thoughts of sex, though never too far away, had faded somewhat. I smiled.

"Given your recent change in availability, I think I'll leave the evening's agenda up to you. Pet." I saw the glitter in blue eyes and hoped I had pushed my honey just far enough to take me somewhere new. I suppose it was the wanton, erotic display in the store and garage. I do know that I was a little surprised I wanted another go with her in the back seat.

Neither of us spoke again as we ate our dinner. In a crowded restaurant, where no one knew us, the sexual tension was palpable. I reached my hand for hers; Kara took it without looking. I shivered. God I love you! 

I opened Kara's door; she pushed me against the car and kissed me. I couldn't breathe as it was, from the anticipation of what she was going to do to me when we got home. This was turning into as carnal a day as we'd ever had. Add to that -- much of it had been played out in public. I wasn't sure if that had been by accident or design -- nor did it matter.

"I know this is lust talking, Lissy, but I'm so in love with you that if we could find a judge to marry us... I'd do it." She kissed me again. "Thank you for making this what it's become. Now take me home so I can wreck you."

You're probably tired of me leading you to water and then not giving you details -- but trust me, she did!! I shivered when I thought of that night. Um, I'll be back in a lil bit. Someone's calling me!!




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 06



***

Dinner with Jenna and Ian was wonderful. I don't talk much about him but it's not because I don't like him. He's very handsome, he loves my daughter, and they've made a beautiful child.

Not unlike others in my family, the conversation eventually drifted to... us.

"Mom, I'm sure everyone else had told you it was a bit of a shock to see you with your lovely Kara." He smiled at her. "Jenna tells me you knew you were bi when you married Dylan. Was it a bit of a surprise to find yourself so smitten with her?" Our eyes met. The smile said it all. I looked at my daughter; her smile echoed Kara's.

"Yes and no, Ian. I loved my husband for a good deal of the time we were married. It seems it wasn't much of a secret things had eroded toward the end." I can't pretend to be happy talking about this. My fingers ran up and down the side of the glass that was sweating in the August humidity. I looked at my lover and my daughter.

"The thing we talk about most of all is how much older I am than Kara." Who immediately groaned. "She hates that it bothers me; it's less of a concern now than it used to be." I shrugged. "But I have an ego too."

"You should, Mom, you're beautiful. You may have had three kids, but you're lovely." I won't lie; I blushed when my oldest said what she did. 

"Thank you, Jenna." I turned my attention back to Ian. "It was more of a shock to learn that Rach was gay. I'm sure the two of you have talked about it. Thoughts?" Husband and wife exchanged glances.

"Jenna's given me her impressions of June. They seem perfect together." He looked down as he shrugged. "The surprise factor was a given. So what! She is who she is; she's gorgeous, she vivacious, and she's your kid." Jenna laughed.

"And she's a pain in the ass!!" Big sister weighing in on little sister.

"Yeah well fine; as long as she's with her Junie, she's not your pain in the ass." Both of them laughed.

"Junie?" Big sister laughed at that.

"Uh huh!! She let that one slip one night at the house." Speaking of! "We're both full speed ahead as it relates to selling the house and Kara's condo." I shrugged. "We'll see how it all works out, but are you sure you're okay with it?"

Not a moment's hesitation. "Absolutely! It would be nice to keep the casa, but we're grown and with taxes and the rest being what they are -- do what ya gotta, Mom!" Ian nodded in assent.

And so it went. It was great to spend a night of casual conversation with family. They did have to leave early. Ian had work in the morning and there was the babysitter who needed to get home.

We sat out on the patio with our drinks after they left.

"That was fun, baby. Ian's quiet but well spoken. He's really cute too." Mm hmm. "Hey, ya know what I'm not sure we ever talked about? What did Jenna do about work after Ella was born?" Funny; that seems so long ago already. 

"It worked out pretty well actually. The baby was born with about a month left in the school year so staying home wasn't a concern. The summer passed and she went back to work. They have someone come in while she's working."

"That has to be tough for a new mom, leaving your newborn home while you go to work."

"I stayed home with the first two and, as I told you, I wasn't very happy when Rachel came along. It messed up my plans to finish school and get a job. But it all worked out. Since we're going to be here all week, we can get started doing some of the things Gail told me I should do to get the house ready."

"Oh joy! Well, we'll have to do the same next week when we stay downtown." I nodded. Fair's fair after all. 

"It's still so damn muggy; let's go inside." There was no argument from her!

***

The week went by mostly uneventfully. We were comfy with each other; living together for extended periods like we do helped. I was looking forward to the house going on the market and selling. Gail had assured me that the market was coming back to life; that there was a lot of pent up demand for both buyers and sellers. 

"Some of the homes that fared badly when the economy tanked have seen their value rise so that owners either are no longer underwater or they're pretty darn close. With that out of the way, we've seeing plenty of action in the market."

Anyway, Tuesday was 'Person of Interest' night. We cuddled on the couch and watched. 

"That guy, the husband, I remember him from 'The Office.'" Blondie watched a lot of TV.

"Zoe is such a babe. She looks so much better than she did on 'NYPD Blue.'" A lot of TV. But she's cute and she kisses real good! And stuff. Eyebrows are wiggling! There was some of that during commercials.

"Those two were both on 'Lost.' They're married." I love the show. The peanut gallery is sort of annoying. Thankfully, she kisses wonderfully -- and often.

"It's adorable that Harold did the scavenger hunt for Grace." I cried both times I watched the episode. Blondie noticed.

We were both on our sides, me on the inside, my arm around Kara. She moved, pushed me to my back, then put a hand under my head. The other was just under my breast. She leaned, kissed me, and said, "I would do something like that for you if you liked them that much." We kiss a lot!

"What I liked most of all was that he cares enough about her to do it. Did you see all the little things like the ice cream?" My beauty nodded. "It was so simple and so sweet." I ran the fingers of both hands through her hair, held that adorable face in my hands and said, "Yeah, I'd like that!" And there was more kissing.

***

The 'Bette' discussion had to come sooner or later, didn't it? It happened Thursday on the train after the work day ended.

"Have you decided yet whether or not you're going to go back to Bette?" I shrugged.

"Well I need to see someone." Gorgeous knew what I meant and nodded.

"Are you going to tell her about the slap?" I bit the inside of my mouth as I thought.

"Yeah, I pretty much think I better don't you?" I think we both knew it was a good idea. Kara turned and looked at me.

"Ya know what; you haven't heard from JR in a while. In fact, Jenna never mentioned them on Sunday. Do you think they've got their thing figured out?" I've been trying to figure out what to do about them -- if anything. 

"For now, I'm still taking the attitude of 'leave well enough alone.' I'll call when we get home, just to say hi, and see how the call goes." Blondie nodded.

"Yeah, I like that. Getting back to Bette; sorry, I got off track there. Anyway, was she supposed to be back this week or next?" I've been racking my brain trying to remember. 

"I've tried but I don't remember. I was there the day before the 4th, and you came back with me the following Thursday. If I have to choose I'd say today. Why?"

"Are we leaving Thursday from work?" I nodded.

"Yup."

"Okay, so the question is - do you plan on seeing her before we go or after?" I don't know! 

"I'll call her tomorrow and schedule something for the following week." Kara nodded.

"Good; that's fine. I'm hungry." Predictable and adorable; that's my blondie!

She really was hungry, and by the time we got off the train and into the car I was too. We stopped at Boston Market to get something to go. It had been a while since I'd been in one. All the meals came with cornbread which neither of us wanted. The a la carte menu offered turkey breast, which sounded yummy. No, we didn't get mashed potatoes or any of that delicious, fattening stuff! We decided on fresh steamed veggies. We couldn't resist -- Kara got a slice of chocolate cake and I got a chocolate brownie. Living large! Sixteen ounces of turkey breast may be too much; so what! We got the whole enchilada for under $20. Cha ching! And it was delish to boot! And two women in love can do such fun things with chocolate frosting! Yes, Thursday was a very nourishing night -- for the tummy and for the soul.

***

Saturday was the Arlington Million? It was too funny; Miss I Don't Know Anything About Horses jumped up and down like she had money on the race. Hee hee! I told her to pick a horse for her fav; I'd take the field. The prize was sex -- which is hardly a surprise. I won. And won... and so on!! It didn't happen the easy way. 

"They cheated and made my horse the second place horse. He won; that's so not fair." My silly blonde pouted. "And you get to have all the orgasms I can give you and I don't get any." Oh blondie, you're so adorable when you pout.

"That was the bet. It was your idea too. I told you it wasn't a very good idea; we even shook on it." When I say we shook on it I'm not talking handshakes. Oh no! I mean shake - as in get all loosey goosey limbed and fling your arms about like an idjit.

We had dinner after the race. It wasn't fancy. Sometimes when I cook chicken I made a couple extras. Tonight we used one as part of a salad. I added tomatoes, celery, sharp cheddar, jalapenos, carrots and whatever dressing we agreed on. Kara cut up the chicken into little bites. It makes for an easy meal; we had it outside. It was warmish but not too humid.

When you're with someone it's easy to take them for granted. My hand's in the air. We're still new enough there's a sense of wonder now and then. There are the quiet moments. For instance, Kara likes to lie on the carpet and watch TV. I find myself staring, looking at how gorgeous she is. She's close to 40 but fit. I think by now I know every inch of her. There are times when I wake up and she's still sleeping. Watching as she lay on her tummy. A leg bent and a leg straight. An arm tucked somewhere in the middle and another barely touching me. And blonde everywhere.

Why did I add that? Because my honey was deep in thought as we ate. I looked up; the blues were looking over the landscape of the neighborhood, eyes darting here and there, taking in what had to be at least somewhat familiar terrain. Relationships are so much more than sex!! Her eyes came around to me; she smiled. Simple and so damn romantic!

"I can feel you watching even when you don't think I see you." Another smile. "It's cute, Lissy." She reached for my hand. "We're good together; good for each other." She cocked her head. "I know you struggle with the age thing at times. That's all well and good. I think it's an advantage now and then. I'm young enough to keep you fresh and you're old enough to help keep me grounded. And you're wise; wise in the ways only a mom can be. You get rattled now and then. But you've raised three kids. You don't worry about a lot of things I do. Course I probably worry about a whole different set of stuff than you." A shrug. She kissed my hand. "End of the day, we love each other. That matters."

"I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all. This is another one of those times. And all you're doing is holding my hand. I'm actually glad we're sitting. I'm not sure I could stand if we were. And you're right; what matters is that we love each other."

Just like we were a couple, we both leaned in at the same time and kissed. And giggled. Cuz we're us; a couple... in love.

It had been building for a while, partly because I was afraid to ask for what I wanted... thought I needed. Tonight was so good I didn't want to wreck it by asking but what the hell right?

"Can I tell you something?" Kara frowned.

"What kind of question is that? Of course..." She stopped; maybe she'd seen it in my eyes. My heart was pounding; I was actually lightheaded. "Please do, Lissy."

"I want you to... no, I want to be restrained tonight. Instead of using the under the bed things on my wrists, use them on my thighs and calves to keep my legs spread." Blue eyes widened. "Use scarves for my wrists, lover. And maybe use one for a blindfold." Blue eyes were impossibly wide. I nodded. "I want you to use the crop on my pussy." She gasped.

"I can't do that to you. It will hurt. I never want to hurt you." I saw the tears.

"It probably will. I just want to find out how much I can stand. I don't understand it, Kara. I just... it's been a while since we've played like that. I want something different. Can you... for me?"

"I guess the best I can do is say I'll try." I nodded.

"Agreed. I can't ask you to do what will leave you feeling less about yourself."

"If I can't, if I see you're in too much pain, you know I'll want to stop. What should I do?" I honest to god don't know. 

"I think that's part of the struggle, lover. I need to know what my limits are and find a way to push through them. I think. This is so fucking odd I don't even know how to talk about it, let alone ask you to be part of it. But who the fuck do I ask if not you? I'm not going to go look for some domme who might turn out to be some sort of sadist. And I'm sure not some kind of masochist. I... hell, part of the problem is I don't know exactly who or what I want, let alone why."

"I'll try, honey. We'll try. You want the blindfold so you don't know when the blows come right?" I smiled.

"Yeah; for that matter, when or where they come." I shrugged. "You can do more than kitty. It might be... whatever." I shook my head and sighed. Still holding my hand after all that, Kara stood, came around to my chair, sat on my lap and kissed me. I whimpered. I opened my mouth for my miss even as the tears started. God I'm so damn lucky!!

The kiss went on forever. It was needy and it was delicious. There was passion in it for sure. Hunger? Duh! There was an undeniable feeling of begging -- mine. And of acceptance -- yours. When the kiss broke, you smiled and took my hand.

I followed you inside. Once the door closed, you locked it. You pushed my back against it, kissed me lightly, and began to undress me. Okay! You'd done this before; many times in fact. Most times there was hunger in your eyes. Well, I suppose lust would be more accurate. Not this time; it was something else. Love? Yes of course. I stepped out of my shorts and panties and stood nude before you -- again.

"Put your hands flat against the door and keep them there Lissy, no matter what I do." Your blue eyes were warm and soft. Whatever was going on in that pretty head wasn't clear yet. But I would do as you asked because you asked.

Your hands began to move, caressing me, moving slowly over a body you knew all too well. I watched your eyes. You knew where to touch. There was no hurry, no need to arouse -- though I couldn't help but be. You smiled when I shivered or when you felt goose bumps rise. And there were those tickle spots. I saw the mischief in your eyes and smiled with you. Even when you went to a knee to caress my legs and feet, your eyes never left mine. I was insanely aroused; wet beyond belief. I knew you could smell me; hell I could.

Your caresses weren't just on my front either. Shorter than me, you looked up at me while not touching me with anything more than your fingers and palms. I felt your warm breath on my skin. I seriously wondered if I was going to cum from just this luxurious faux massage. I can't imagine a masseuse being any more intimate -- though I doubt they keep eye contact the entire time.

And never once did you touch my pussy. Oh, you nudged my legs apart with your hands. The caresses were on the inside of my thighs and calves, front and back. I thought I might die if you didn't. I could feel your breath on me. Of all the times we'd made love, this was the most tortur... WAIT! Was that it? Was this your lesson? That pain didn't have to be an ingredient in lovemaking to be intimate?

I started to cry. It started slowly but the intensity built quickly. That no knees thing I'd mentioned earlier sped through my consciousness. I leaned back against the door, hoping my legs would withstand whatever this emotional maelstrom was. Your eyes never left me; never teared either. I was pretty sure your heart was being ripped to pieces. But you never stopped those delicious hands. I never knew where they'd go next and wondered if you did. I saw the glitter of humor in your eyes. I laughed through the tears. Damn her, she does know! You chuckled again.

Okay, I give up. I pulled my hands off the door and reached for you. Before my hands touched you, you had taken two steps back. Your eyes were dark pools of blue anger. Oopsie!

"This is not about sex. I TOLD you not to touch me, to keep your hands on the door. Keep them there. Do as you're told, pet." My shoulders slumped as my hands returned to the door. I was shaking with unbridled and unrequited lust.

You spun on a dime and headed somewhere. When you reached the panel you shut off the lights. Holy fuck! Am I supposed to stand here all night? I'm naked and at some point I'll need to use the bathroom. Aw crap; just the thought of that got Ms. Pissy Bladder going. Geez!!

I hear rustling; you're closing the drapes. Why? Who knows. Any chance of catching you through what little ambient light there was in these damn suburbs was fading. I listen for footsteps going up the steps. There she goes. Well fuck!

Well Melissa Eileen, you've spent many a night awake with this kid or that one. There were the nights you didn't dare sleep until you heard your child come home. You've told people you were asleep on your feet with a newborn. Suck it up girlfriend. Your miss has given you your marching orders.

I think it was the air moving just in front of me that had me open my eyes just as your lips pressed to mine. A nanosecond later your skin pressed to mine. And another nanosecond later your arms circled me and a leg pushed between mine. I shivered uncontrollably. Every last cell was on high alert. I didn't shiver; I shimmered. We kissed, and as we did I wondered how I could take in the extra oxygen my body screamed it needed in my hyper excited state.

Pleasure coursed through me, careening wildly in my core as well as my furthest outposts. And I never moved my damn hands. There is no way to describe the torture. I was in control of my body but you were in control of my hands. I felt your fingers slip lower on my belly and wondered if. 

You bitch! Inches from heaven, you split the 'Y' and skied south down my thighs. I moaned.

A mind left to its own devices will wander in the most amazing and amusing ways. I thought of your fingers as if they were playing hide and seek on my body. One hand chases the other in a madcap race with no end.

If she touches my clit I have no chance. I'll explode into so many pieces...

Everything stopped.

I felt your warm breath on my skin.

"Come to bed, Lissy." 

I waited to see if you'd take my hand. I felt you leave.

I followed.

I'm yours.

It's not about this -- not about that silly miss-pet shit. I'm yours. And you're mine.

Without asking or being told I climbed on the bed and lay on my back. I felt the bed shift when you joined me. Hmm; maybe you'd been waiting in the far corner and climbed to the middle. I felt you between my legs, which were open and waiting for you.

Curiously, you didn't rest between mine but had a leg on each side of my left leg. I felt you over me; felt your warm breath as (I think) you looked at me.

"Thank you baby; you were magnificent. Only one slight bobble; you held up well otherwise. I'm not sure I could have done nearly as well." What on earth are you talking about? "Am I confusing you? Do you still want me to do what you asked earlier?"

Oh! I shook my head. "No, Kara. Please, oh my god, please make love to me." I wrapped my arms around you. "But no, I don't need pain to feel pleasure. I have no clue how you knew to do this to me. You're wired into me like nothing I can conceive or believe. Who gives a damn; it just is!" I brought you to me and kissed you hungrily.

"I need you. I want you. Please take me. Make love to me." I felt the tears start again. I'm hopeless!! "I love you."




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 06



I felt your hair swish as you nodded. You bent and kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose. You paused, your lips hovering over mine, your breath warm. Taut, heart pounding, hips rising in desperation, I waited.

Saturday night became Sunday morning. You can be skeptical when I tell you we loved each other until the sky lightened but you'd be wrong. We love each other. We are lovers. And oh my god did we ever!!

.

***

Some mornings you wake up rarin' to go. Some mornings are slow and lazy, full of stretchies and cuddling. This Sunday morning I woke up in a fog. I also woke up to most of Kara on me. Let me see if I can catalogue this correctly.

You had a leg between mine and more than a little of your hip was on me. Your left arm lay between my breasts; your hand was just below my throat. I hate that by the way! You had two pillows under your head and your face was on my left shoulder near your hand. Sleeping peacefully; not a care in the world. So cute. I tried to slip out from under you but that left arm snaked around under my breast and held me to you. Oh well!!

The way your head was so high on the pillows made me wonder if you'd been watching me sleep in the light of the early morning. I love watching you. It seems you like it when I do. I've wondered what you thought when you watched me sleep. For as close as we are, for as much time as we spend with each other, there's no way you know what someone else is thinking. Not even you! I learned that lesson the hard way a couple of years ago. 

A very young woman from work -- 27 I think -- killed herself. You'd never have guessed if you knew her! She was bright, she was happy. A bunch of us went to the wake. The mother was a wreck; the father was a zombie. She was a bubbly kid who exuded happiness. And then one day she was gone. I looked at you and my eyes filled.

You stirred. Your tongue came out of your mouth and licked your lips. You squirmed your shoulders a little; your eyes opened as if you were surprised where you were. Three blinks, you focused, smiled, and kissed me.

"Morning... or whatever it is." We both smiled. I hadn't even bothered looking. You put your face in my neck. Sigh!

"Kara?"

"Hmm?"

"What you did to me last night, up against the patio doors, was the sexiest, most seductive thing, the most incredibly erotic event of my life." You nodded.

"Good!" You smiled. "You're welcome." I giggled.

It was cute -- you kept your face where it was and moved so that you were on top of me.

"After last night you want more?" You pushed a hand between my legs. Busted! You snickered and fish kissed me. I squirmed. You squirmed. Our kitties were kissing, which is something of a surprise. You'd think they'd be in a coma!!

"They're responsible for this ya know." I giggled. "Do you?" I shook my head. "You probably figured they'd be in a coma after last night." Damn her! You flicked a nipple. Which hurt... good. "They've probably been texting each other, plotting, figuring out how to get us to give them more." The blonde who made fun of me about kitties talking is telling me that our kitties text each other. Go figure!

"They're greedy bitches aren't they?" You lifted your face, kissed me, and murmured your assent into the kiss. Oh god! The kiss got damn hot real damn quick. I lifted both of my legs and put my feet on the mattress. I felt it bubble up deep inside me -- the want. Your body on mine, your mouth on mine... I can't believe how much you turn me the fuck ON!!!

We squished as we kissed. I moaned; you lifted and said, "I'm starving; let's make breakfast!" My jaw dropped, my legs collapsed in a heap, and my arms slipped from your back to the bed with a thud. This woman! I swear to god!!

Eggs, English muffins, bacon, and coffee were what I made. And pouting is what I did.

"You're adorable when you pout, baby!" I stuck out my tongue. "And yes, that tongue does the most delicious things. Now put it back in your mouth." Bitch! What I want is to put it back in yours... or your pussy. We shivered. Who's we? Me and kitty of course! Duh!

"What are we doing today, baby?"

"Well, I thought we were going to make love. The only thing I want to do is grocery shop. We need some things for the few days we're here." Kara put the cup down after taking a sip of coffee. I needed more. "Can I get you some?" She smiled and handed me the cup. "We can shower, then shop." I brought our cups back, kissed her and sat down.

"You're beautiful, Lissy!" I had been looking out the window and turned back to my honey.

"Thank you; so are you." I smiled.

"I believe it's your turn to grocery shop pacified." Right out of left field! She smiled ever so sweetly!

"Okay." An eyebrow was raised. My heart sped up. "Yes miss." She stood, took my hand, and we headed to the bedroom. No need to undress, she said with a smirk. We headed for the bathroom.

"Would you please turn the shower on? I'm going to brush my teeth." Good idea, blondie. I joined her after turning the water on. Brush, spit, swish -- the height of intimacy! Kara laughed when I mentioned it.

My phone beeped. How odd. I went and looked. It was a text from June!

"Saw this on Tumblr this morning, showed it to Rach; she said I had to send it to you, mom! We both think it's perfect for the two of you. Love you! PS -- I think it's perfect for us too." A picture of the saying was below June's comment. I got the chills! I hurried back to the bathroom.

"Look Kara! June sent it to me." She read it and smiled.

"I love it!! We kissed.

'Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.'

"It really is us isn't it?"

"Yeah!"

And into the shower we went.

Pet washes miss first. Wink!

Blondie is so spoiled when it comes to showers. I, of course, am the spoiler. There's nearly nothing I love more than washing her hair. Maybe the only thing better is her washing mine. I'm talking about bathroom things here folks!

I poured a big glob of shampoo in my hands and started. You immediately relaxed against me, purred, and pushed your hands up behind you. Your thumbs caressed my breasts then began moving south until you came to my hips.

My fingers made bubbles as I brushed my nails against your scalp. You ground your butt against me. I bent and nipped at a soapy shoulder. You giggled; your hands moved between my legs. You caressed my sex, your fingers slipping up and down either side of my labia. I knew what you wanted; you wanted me to push against your hands and against your ass. I'm strong! I can and will resist temptation.

Time to rinse! Head under the water, face tilted back. I swished my fingers around to be sure I got all the soap out. A second round of water and swishing fingers made sure. Next comes conditioner.

You turned around to face me as I put the conditioner into your hair. There was mischief in those gorgeous blues but I intended to ignore them and you. I spun you around; you giggled. Those fingers went back to doing what they were before. I'm not that strong! I let them stay. We rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.

Kara uses both; some odd concoction her salon pushes. Marcia Teixeira; I'd never heard of it before meeting her. I can't be bothered. I use a 2-in-1 for people who get their hair colored. Now you know!

I got a bunch of bubbles on my hands and started to wash your back. For this you leaned with your hands on the wall. Said position also left you vulnerable to rogue fingers in marauding moods. Those rogue fingers were in quite a mood.

"Are you trying to get even for me wanting breakfast?" Never crossed my mind! Wink.

I washed. You have the cutest butt! I probably sound like such a girlfriend for saying that -- but you do! We don't go to the gym together too often, so I don't really know if you do specific exercises that keep it so firm. I have enough of an ego that I read up on things online. There are routines you can do to help your glutes. (How the HELL does spell check not know 'glutes'?) I do 'em. I have to! Three kids are enough to threaten me with 'EAS.' I think mothers are particularly vulnerable to this syndrome. Exploding ass syndrome is a kissin' cousin to cottage cheese thighs.

Blondie has neither. I'm... a mother. I try. I'm also staring down the barrel of... not 50. "Objects appear closer than they are." Yeah well, 50 is so in my rear view mirror. And so is this fabulous ass I'm kissing. Cuz it's attached to this woman I love. And I have to wash her legs and feet. I use the word 'have' loosely, like we use 'pet' and 'miss.' Shrug.

I get to one knee and bring your foot to the knee. You really do have such cute toes. Toes are dumb. Yeah, probably pretty necessary for balance and stuff. Mine are kinda fat; I can't say that out loud or you'll swat me. Wiggle wiggle.

***

"May I have the honor of putting the pacifier in place?" I stared. You did the foot turn and hand on hip thing. Really?

"Yes of course. Pet thanks miss for..." You shushed me with a kiss and bent to a knee. One knee? Oh God! You spread my labia with your fingers and licked me. Oh GOD you're wicked sexy! I hope my eyes told you, cuz I wasn't sure if I could speak. Those fingers did that thing with my labia again -- two fingers on the outside softly rubbing north and south. It's positively delicious and sexy as all hell. 

The cherry on the sundae came when you put the pacifier in your mouth and pushed it into kitty. I'm pretty sure kitty was looking for a defibrillator -- one for each of us. Don't ask! Just don't.

It was in, you were done, and I was about a lick away from being toast! And you get to wear panties. And pet got to help you put them on. I probably shouldn't have grabbed your ass and returned the licking kitty favor. I did. You said you were unhappy -- but kitty told me yours said she was lying.

Anyway, when I stood up I pressed myself close to you and we kissed. I pushed my hands into said panties and grabbed that fabulous ass with both hands. And pacifier got to kiss kitty. And blondie moaned. And things got kinda crazy.

And it was all cuz my miss likes me washing her hair!!

***

The week was fine. The kids were fine, we were fine, etc. We did our house cleaning, per Gail. We had a lovely, romantic Tuesday with dinner on the patio, 'Person of Interest,' and more. I packed for our weekend. We drove in together Wednesday and stayed the night at Kara's -- primarily so she could pack.

Oh yeah -- I did call Bette. It's just my take on things - but I thought she was more surprised I called than she was that I kept the appointment the week after she kissed me. She wanted to make sure that I was okay with coming back. I made sure to let her know both of us had talked about it and were in agreement that A. I needed to see someone and B. For a lot of reasons, Bette was the best 'someone.' Naturally, we had talked about it all.

"Okay, so she was surprised to hear from you. Did she try to talk you out of coming back?" I needed a minute for that.

Shaking my head, I said, "No, I didn't get that impression actually. It was obvious that she wanted to know it was okay with both of us; I made that crystal clear." Gorgeous smiled.

"I bet!" Mm hmm. 

"There was a little more back and forth, but the bottom line is I'm set for next Thursday at the usual time."

"And we resume having our dinners at the usual time?" I smiled.

"Same Bat Channel; same Bat Time. Same after dinner hijinks I presume?" The blues glittered.

"And here I thought only blondes did silly things like presume. I'd say there's a high probability you'll be in luck."

"Oh is that so; high probability huh? May I show MY person of interest what high probability of getting laid looks like?"

"Please do." Tuesday;'Person of Interest' - each meant we were either on the couch or on the carpet. Well, throw rug. Either way, she was mine. Well, yeah -- either way. Whatever!

What I wanted to do was rip the clothes off of you. You're such a baby about your budget and your stuff. I love your stuff and we still had to do the money thing before we sold our homes, bought another, and moved in together.

Tonight none of that mattered except whether to wreck your outfit. I'm leaving out the little detail that your outfit, like mine, consisted of bra and panties. And my bra and yours had mysteriously disappeared. I'm sure that if either of us had to give police reports we would have blamed space aliens.

I want it known that my blonde beauty whispered that last in my ear when she saw me type that paragraph!! Those space aliens seem to have made my bra... and more... disappear. Again. I, um... I'll be back soon! Hopefully!

Deep sigh! Okay, where was I? Oh right. Throw rug, mysteriously disappearing bra -- yup; gotcha!

Despite what you read, it's not all that easy to rip panties. Neither of us has done it -- though I may be guilty of literary license. Kara's hands are stronger than mine and she hasn't -- yet.

That's not to say that we had panties on for very long. Yes, thank you, I know I took the circuitous route to that.

Tonight there would be no toys, no restraints, and no holds barred. That meant all I had at my disposal was me. A kiss ended. I looked at you and you shivered with what you saw in my eyes. I smiled. Yes, lover, every delectable inch for as long as both of us can. Save for the fact we have to... oh shit. We have to drive downtown in the morning. Oh well!

There is so much to luxuriate over. Yes of course it's all familiar. Does that matter? Part of the fun, part of the... dare I say challenge... is that even in a relationship that extends through years into decades, there needs to be that something that continues to be the flame that draws you to your moth.

I bent to my flame's mouth. We weren't decades; we weren't much more than... what 18 months.

Blondie tasted like wine and pretzels. I probably do to. I don't keep a lot of that kind of garbage in the house, but you found a bag I'd forgotten about. I bet Rachel bought it. Kara smiled after the kiss ended. I was playing with your hair.

"Hey, I just thought of something. When's our anniversary? I don't even remember when that silly LinkedIn thing was." You looked as puzzled as I felt. "We were seeing each other now and then before Dylan's death."

"Yeah, and it was a couple of months after he died and that you called and asked me to lunch." I smiled. I think I know when it was. "That was one rockin' good night of sex wasn't it!!" You stopped for a moment. "What is it, baby?" I might as just well tell her.

"I don't remember what day of the week it was, but I think I called you right around Valentine's Day. I was feeling a little blue and was..." You nodded, your eyes bright. "Am I right?" You put your hands on my face and kissed me.

"Yes; yes you are, you beautiful, sexy thing you." More kissing happened. You rolled me to my back at one point. Hey, I'm the one 'driving' tonight. We were both a bit breathless when we stopped. "Okay, we can look online and find out, but yeah, you called me. I'm positive it was a Monday and I think Valentine's Day was Tuesday." You looked a little embarrassed; I smiled. "I had something of a wild time that weekend with Krista, the woman I was seeing at the time."

"Whatever Kara. We weren't seeing each other regularly at the time and I was in no condition to be in a relationship. I had to take care of my kids." You nodded. "Rachel was a mess. She had a terrible semester. She spent a lot of time at home and only went to school because I basically insisted. I didn't want her moping around the house alone." Why am I talking about this? We were talking about us. "I'm sorry; go ahead."

"No, baby, if you want to talk about this we can. I'm fine with it." I made pouty face.

"We were going to make love. Remember; the 'my person of interest' thing?" She's so cute! Oh! Oh my! She had gotten to her knees, pushed my legs apart, turned, and put her left leg over my right and my left over her right, which was bent at the knee.

"Baby, talk to me about that time while we make love. This way we can look at each other." It was so romantic and erotic; I was speechless. You had started to move against me. You were slow and deliberate in your movements. On the floor, I was rather helpless in terms of moving with you. I could lift and rock my hips, but there's no give in the floor. Let me see here. Yeah -- there. If I put my foot on the floor it gives me some leverage to help in this erotic little dance.

"Okay, well this feels sorta silly but I'll try. Just BOOM like that and he was gone. We'd celebrated thirty years in 2009, but it was pretty much an empty occasion. With Rach gone so much, I moved into her bedroom." You gasped.

"Why didn't you have him sleep there?" Oh my god; no way! I shook my head.

"Remember, Kara, Rach is in her 20's. Jenna is 10 years older and JR is 8. We bought that house when I was pregnant with the idea of each of them having their own bedroom. I didn't..." We had both stopped making love. This was so not happening. "Kara, we can do one or the other but talking wasn't what I had in mind." You laughed.

"My MILF is horny! Okay baby." You bent and kissed me. "Let's fuck!" Oh my lord yes! I pulled my foot off the floor and held my leg in the air with my left hand. You sped up your pace, leaned, and pinched my nipples. God it's so good. When you stopped with mine you started with yours. Your blues had gone gray shortly after we'd stopped talking.

At some point you leaned back and grabbed the leg I was holding, pulled it to your right shoulder and held it there. You were breathing hard by then; we both were. All of the gyrations allowed me to help as we loved each other in this wildly intimate way. I could now use my hands and my free leg to get some purchase and join you in this carnal union.

"You make me scream with pleasure, baby. I swear to god... you make me crazy with lust."

"Kara Ann, nothing, no one, has ever made me feel so free, so sexy. I can not get enough of you... us."

"Are you close?" I nodded.

"God yes, lover. Fuck me; cum with me. Let's scream together!!" We were both slick with ourselves, each other, and a sheen from the effort of our lovemaking. You held my ankle near your neck; your eyes had been closed for... a while.

I had felt it build as we danced. I tried watching you as it built but, like you, it was hopeless. It's too big, too personal, and there's no hiding from it.

You'd sped up a whatever ago. I felt you shiver, tense; you screamed. I think I felt your back arch as you howled. I pushed against you until I felt myself tip into the fury of it. I felt the room spin and... black.

A buzzing in my ears brought me back. My leg was on the rug. You were on your back. I had passed out and was awake again, wondering what I'd missed. Apparently you'd been so caught up in the throes of your orgasm you hadn't noticed. And there was no way I was going to tell you.

"You okay over there?" I felt you stir.

"Mmm!" Blondie's in depth response. 

"I think I passed out." You giggled. Bitch! 

"No way!" Sheesh! 

"Way!"

"How? Why?" Oh for god's sake! 

"Ya know what girlfriend; you're blonde and I'm old. Maybe at some level that equals out." I heard the sigh. "Who knows -- it may be why we're so goddamn good together." Actually, I heard and felt it. "So let's just be happy together."

"Yeah okay. Do you have to bring up the old all the time? And must you remind me that I'm blonde?" Hee hee!

"There's that saying -- 'you are what you eat.' But I'm not exactly sure how that applies here." You laughed.

"You can't eat old but you sure can eat blonde." We both laughed.

"I have and will if you'd like."




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 06



"I'd like."

I did!

***

We finished dressing Thursday morning and had exchanged a quick kiss. It was only a weekend trip; I had two suitcases and a bag for cosmetics and toiletries. We were closing them up when I had a thought.

"Do you have your special collar?" Kara turned and smiled.

"Of course. Why?"

"Put it on right before you leave work." Her eyes widened. "That's right. Take the bra off and put the collar and clamps on." She walked over to me.

"My god, that's fabulous. Thank you for thinking of it." She kissed me hungrily. Really hungrily!! Geez.

"You're welcome. I think you should be my pet this entire weekend. How about you?" She was panting.

"I think I love you." You are so silly!

"No, no, no... you know you love me." Blondie blinked. That's right, blondie. A grin and nod.

"Yeah, that was silly!" Exactly! "I think I love it, miss. Thank you!!" See? We both love our silly little miss/pet game.

"We'll have to stop and buy a leash." Kara closed her eyes and moaned. This is getting better by the minute.

"Good god, Lissy. How am I supposed to get through the day?" Hmm. 

"Wearing the egg." A shiver.

"Do you think I should? Will you have the controller?" Yes and yes.

"You're so hot right now that you're going to need to cum before we get downtown. So why don't you wait until we're in the parking lot at your place to put it in." Hazy grays looked at me with lust and wonder.

"This is hopeless; you've got me in such a state; I'm not going to be able to get anything done." She walked toward me. Uh oh! "We should just take a vacation day. We can spend the day in bed and head... oh that's idiotic. We have too much to do." Too bad; I was starting to warm up to the day in bed idea.

***

We met and walked home together Thursday.

"Do you want to have dinner before we hit the road?"

"That's probably a good idea. In some regard, the later we leave the better. We already have a late reservation guarantee."

"Okay; so do we see if Rach is working?"

"Yeah sure, why not? How about you call and check."

Dinner was wonderful. My daughter is gorgeous. She treated us like the queens we'd like to be and promised she and June would keep an eye on the house as much as possible over the weekend.

I kissed my youngest and said, "I love you, beautiful. We'll be back in a couple of days." Blue eyes twinkled.

"Yeah well... don't do anything we wouldn't do." Oh my god. It's not so much the what as the who!!

Hand in hand we walked. And talked.

"How did your morning go?" Kara laughed.

"You are such a wench." Point? "It was wonderful. I had two amazing cums on the ride downtown." I smiled. "I tried so hard to get you to give in and stay home." You have NO idea how much I wanted to. "But you wouldn't." I wanted to torture you! "I know you just wanted to torture me." Don't look at her. And DO NOT smirk. "You're smirking. I hate you." No you don't. "I do. You wouldn't let me bring an extra pair of panties. I was soaked all day long." Good! "And you sent me that goddamn text telling me I was not to swing my legs and not to touch myself." I giggled. "I so know I'm going to regret agreeing to be your pet this weekend." I giggled. Ms. Silly looked at me. "This is just mean!" Point?

"And we haven't even gotten to your collar and clamps." My honey spun, pulled me to her, and kissed me. 

"That might just be the single best thing we've bought so far, baby. I smiled into our kiss and pulled her close, both hands on her ass.

"Do you know that cleft on your tummy that runs north and south from your breasts to your pubic bone?" She furrowed her brow and nodded. "I'm going to lick it all night long tonight. Nothing more." Blue eyes went gray... just... like... that!! "And you won't be able to move your hands." The grays closed as she shivered. Isn't she just the cutest!

We were, um, a little late getting on the road. Once Kara was buckled in her hands were tied to her thighs with scarves. Remember, I had the controller and she still had the egg in her kitty. It's not really a very long drive -- not even 3 hours. I made sure to take the skyway. Think toll booths. The further out of town we got the more exposed she got. The egg was dialed up and down -- but never enough to take her home.

She screamed at me, cursed me, and begged me. It was mean; I grant you. But it was for a good cause. We love each other. I'm in charge of her pleasure this weekend -- so she thinks! I haven't told her all I have planned. And that doesn't even include what she may have in mind for us. After all, Saugatuck is a stone's throw from where we're headed.

We had gotten the keys to the gorgeous house that was ours for an all too short weekend. I had explained to the very pretty lady who owned it about me - my family had visited before, and I was looking for a place to rent next year. She had smiled the smile of money. Well, let me give her the benefit of the doubt. We were weekend guests at the tail end of the season - her peak earning season. I had no clue about her circumstances or her finances. None of it mattered anyway as we schlepped our bags from the car to our rooms.

"Are you really gonna do that cleft thing you talked about?" I smiled. This is gonna be the bee's knees weekend!!

***

"Oh god yes, baby. Fuck me with that tongue." I bit your labia; "Oh my god I love you!! Pull my tits harder. Yes, like that. Harder!" I stopped for a moment. "You can't DO this to me anymore you wicked bitch!! I so need to cum and that tongue of yours is everywhere but where I need it to be." Blondie, I love you so much that I might just fuck you all to hell and not let you cum!!

"I know, lover. I'm doing the best I can." If I touch her clit or push my fingers into her furnace she'll explode.

"I know you!! You may be fucking my pussy with that fabulous tongue of yours but you won't let me cum if you don't want me to." Eggsactly! "No matter how I curse and scream I don't... you have my... I can't use my hands!!"

I pushed off of my knees, turned, and headed to the bathroom. 

"Where are you going? Come back here right now goddamn you!" The screams continued as I sat on the toilet. Some of it was teasing but I really did need to pee. Kara figured out screaming wasn't going to work and started begging.

"Lissy, baby, please come back. I need it so bad. Please don't do this to me, kitten." Kitten? Payback's a bitch, and my bitch is on the bed, pleading with her tormenter to come make love to her. I flushed the toilet. "Oh good, you're finally done. Please hurry. I was so close when you stopped." One day, and I won't have any idea when, she's gonna get me back for this. I shivered as I turned off the water and dried my hands. "Okay, you're all done in there. I need you!"

I know you're close to a cum. This was Friday night and there was Saturday and... some of Sunday. I know you'll exact a measure or ten of revenge. All of this was staged to get you to wreck me when I finally turn your hands loose.

When I came back to bed you were looking at me with eyes that screamed 'I'll get even with you!' I bent and kissed you.

"Baby, please, please, please don't tease me anymore. It's been a topsy turvy day, starting with that crazy car ride downtown. You tortured me in the car with the egg not letting me cum. My hands... god it was fabulous." I nodded.

"You need to cum that badly?" Your whimper was real. I bent and kissed your pussy. You locked my head in a vise with your legs. I wasn't going anywhere anyway. You were just soaked. Little droplets of your silky essence were trapped in your folds. You cried out as my tongue lapped at you. Without stopping, I said, "Cum for me!" 

You shrieked as your body writhed and gyrated. I love how you taste anyway; I certainly had my fill that night. Blonde hair flew as your head whipped side to side. You are so primal and so, so beautiful when in the midst of an orgasm. And you flush so fabulously!! Fit, your muscles rippled as they contracted. I moved my hands from your ass to your breasts and pulled and pinched your nipples. You were moaning; you shivered when I took your pearl in my mouth. You bucked furiously as I held you in my teeth and licked the little nub, trying to extend your bliss. It seemed I was just a little too late. You slumped and released my head, your legs falling on the mattress with a thud.

I took my time with you, loving, licking and watching. When your breathing finally slowed you held your hands out in a silent plea. I kissed my way up your slender form, licking my way back up that cleft as you giggled. When I took your nipples in my mouth, you stretched as languidly as your restrained hands would allow. You are fabulously feminine.

I paused briefly at your mouth to wet your lips with a kiss. You purred. I used both hands and undid the silken bonds that had held you during my taking. Each of your hands slid down the length of my arms till you reached my shoulders. You caressed the back of my neck softly; the other hand went to my head and held it as we kissed. I lowered myself to your lush figure. Your hips arched against me. It was my turn to shiver! The kiss went on forever.

They all end. When it did you smiled at me as your fingers laced through my hair. My arms were still holding you close.

"Wanna do that again?" Give you another orgasm? Sure.

"Do you mean tie your wrists, tease you without giving you release, and leave you to cuss and fret while I go to the bathroom? Sure!" The hand that was on the back of my head smacked it. I bent and kissed you.

"That was very mean of you to do." You smiled. "But you DID redeem yourself rather nicely!" Redeem huh?

"You're a joy to make love to, woman. That's the 748th time we've made love, and..." You laughed.

"Is that all?" I pursed my lips as though I was actually considering the question.

I shrugged and said, "I may have missed one or two in there somewhere. Plus, there were a couple of times when one or both of us had multiple orgasms during the same lovemaking session." You nodded.

"And there were times when we'd finish and start up again."

"Like tonight?" I love that smile. You nodded.

"Like tonight!"

***

We were up at the crack of noon Saturday. Okay, it was noon Michigan time. We had a busy day ahead and started it off right with a luxurious shower. Well it was for me! Pet gave my kitty a thorough tongue lashing. I know kitty enjoyed it; I believe pet did as well, though she pouted when I didn't return the favor.

"This place has the best food. As you can tell from the name, they started out as a bakery." The name is the Golden Brown Bakery. "They're open all year round, though the menu is a little smaller out of season." The glazed donuts were still warm. The glaze was finger licking good. We made eyes at each other and giggled like lovers do.

"I see they open at 6am. Perhaps pet would get some of these decadent delights so that we can tease each other."

She's so precious when she pouts!! "Are you really going to make me get up that early on our getaway weekend?" I didn't answer. So she pouted. "I did you real good this morning." I shivered.

"You trumpeted the notion that you knew the area pretty well. Where are we going tonight?" My blonde smiled.

"I think we'll have fun. That's all I want to say." I shook my head.

"You're wearing the collar and leash tonight." The blues widened; they went gray in a blink. I laughed. "You forgot didn't you?" Kara was a glorious shade of red as she nodded. "Tell me, lover."

"I admit I did. Oh my god, this is going to be so fucking... oops... hot." I ignored the eyes that turned when they heard the 'oops.' It slipped; my fab blonde made a boo boo. Whatev!

"Are you about done with breakfast... such as it is? We need to get back and get our swim stuff on." I smirked. "If I hadn't been so thoroughly ravaged earlier I would have suggested we bring our beach gear and wear our suits under this get up." She smiled.

"I can't believe you're complaining about the shower. You were certainly..." she looked over her shoulder "loud enough." I'm sure I blushed; I know I looked at my coffee cup to try to cover it up. "You're adorable when you blush."

I laughed; I had to. I'd said it too many times for her not to throw it back at me.

We headed back to the house after we'd paid. The weather had cooperated. Bright sun and temps in the 80's.

Bathing gear on and looking lovely, we headed to the beach. Blondie was my guide.

We had to park in a municipal lot and walk. A light breeze that carried the smell of the lake in the air.

"Kara, this is as close to heaven as it gets for me. I adore the water; I can smell it. I want to rip that suit off of you and do unspeakably erotic things that body of mine." She'd turned her head as we walked. I saw the shiver and the smile.

"Maybe we can come back later tonight and watch the submarine races." I cracked up.

"What?" Her brow furrowed.

"You were married all those years. You never heard of the legend of submarine races?" I was a sheltered child.

"Apparently not. Enlighten me oh wise one!" She laughed. "Or do I already pretty much know what the dealio is?"

"Yeah, probably pretty much you do. It was how dudes got girls to make out. Course, it would have helped if there were a lot of lakes in Katy." I was bent over from laughing so hard.

I had to gasp the words in bursts. "Probably would have helped if you had dated dudes!" She smacked me. "Or not!" I knew why she smacked me and didn't go any further. "So what time do these races take place?" Another gorgeous smile.

"Whenever we get there!" I should have guessed. I could only shake my head.

"You're going to be the sexiest woman on the beach, lover." Kara jerked her head and stared in disbelief. "I'm going to need armed guards to fend off the hordes." Head shaking and eye rolling ensued.

"Thank you, but that's nuts. I'm just one of many. It's totally sweet of you to say though." We had spread out the big beach towel that I'd stuck in the bag. It was big enough for both of us, though a bath towel might have sufficed.

"Do you think we need to take turns going in the water or can we go in together?" I'm probably too old and worry too much about people stealing stuff in public areas like a beach -- though it was pretty crowded.

"Race ya!" I lost. I pushed blondie into the water; she came up sputtering and cursing.

"Why did you do that??" I smiled.

"Cuz I'm older and you surprised me and I wanted to... pet." That stopped her. She made puppy eyes.

"I didn't mean to get the jump on you." It was something between a whine and a beg -- if there's a difference.

"I know." I grabbed a handful of blonde and pushed her face into the water. She came up sputtering again.

"I might be a little stronger than you, but you cheat. You can grab my hair and push my face in the water..." I shut her up with a kiss. She moaned. It's totally impossible that I want her as desperately as I do. And I do!! I'm 56 damn years old. I'm not sure my 'want' meter should be dialed up this high all the time. But 38 is too sexy, let alone in a bikini. Let alone that I know the treasures that lurk beneath. I smiled, thinking about the last few days... and the days before them.

"The water's nice isn't it?" I nodded. "Want to go for a swim?" 

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. Do we swim away from the beach or along it?" She ignored me and dove in. Oh well; I followed suit. Neither of us went very quickly in what turned out to be a nice long swim. I stood up when Kara did; both of us fussed with our hair. We were both breathing a little quickly but nothing too bad.

"That was excellent. I don't think we went much more than a couple hundred yards. Do you want to swim back or walk?"

"Either is fine with me, lover. It might be fun to swim in to shore and walk back. It would give us some sun and a chance to people watch." Blondie brightened at my idea and nodded.

"I really like that idea, Lissy. Come on, let's go." She dove in again and I followed. The swim to shore didn't take too long. I stood when my fingers grazed the sand and seaweed. Lover followed my lead, then dunked her head again and swung her neck back, wringing the water out of her hair and smoothing it.

She stopped and looked. "What were you going to do to me?" Crap; she must have seen the smirk. "Tell me."

"I thought about undoing the string of your top when you put your head back in the water." Blue eyes widened.

"You did? Really?" I wasn't positive but I think she was flushed. We'd been in the sun for maybe an hour.

"It's a public beach. I didn't want either of us to get in trouble." I took her hand again and we walked. "It seems you may have liked it if I had." A bright smile told me everything. "The night we went out late and you stripped off the red dress and I took the picture." Her hand tightened in mine. I looked; yup -- flushed. "Maybe we can think of something to do tonight after we go out." Kara stopped and spun.

"Would you? Would you really?" The grays were glazed with heat and excitement. I'll do just about anything for you.

"Of course." I smiled. "I'm the one who reaps the benefits of your excitement." I giggled at my thought. "Plus, if I do, we'll have those delicious donuts tomorrow morning. Who knows what kind of hijinks we could manage." She shivered.

"You'll make coffee while I'm gone." I cut her off.

"Pet, you'll make coffee before you get the donuts." I smiled brightly.

"Yeah okay; I'll make coffee, then get the donuts." The blues sparkled. "You're going to send me out in something totally skimpy aren't you?" Well, now that you mention it...

"You'd like that." That's pretty much a rhetorical question; Blondie was just about in full pant mode. We were almost back to where our stuff was. "Do we want to lounge in the sun some more?" I think I know the answer.

"Can we get something for lunch?" That was not what I was thinking. I wiggled my eyebrows.

"We can just get fast food and eat it at home." She smiled.

"I like how you think, baby!" Kara bent to pick up a corner of the blanket.

"Are you in a hurry to get going?" She stopped and looked at me. "I'm completely okay with whatever we do. If you really are hungry we can get food. If you want to stay a while longer, we can. It's a mini vacation; no rules, no hurry."

She scurried to me on her knees and held out her hand. I joined her on the blanket, only to have her push me to my back. Before I knew it she were on top of me. I was stunned. This is as public a display of affection as you can get! I purred as we kissed. Thankfully the beach was much too crowded for my scamp to do what that kiss told me she wanted to do. She shocked me half to death when I felt her cup my breast. I sighed. Being shocked isn't the same as not liking it. We were both quite breathless when she lifted from me.

Ms. Silly gave me Eskimo kisses and whispered, "Hi!" I licked her nose.

"You're beautiful. What happened to Miss No PDA's?"

"I get carried away sometimes when I'm with my honey. I didn't get the feeling you minded being molested." I laughed.

"Molest all you want, lady. In fact, I'm counting on molestation when we look for those submarines later."

She laughed, kissed me again, a quicker version, and said, "Okay, I'm done with you for now. Let's get some food."

I admit I wouldn't have chosen Dairy Queen but a DQ milkshake wouldn't be a terrible idea on an August Saturday. 

"Baby, how about you relax in the car while I get lunch?" I thought that was pretty nice. "You trust me right? I'll surprise you." What the heck, it's vacation, it's Dairy Queen. Why not!




Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 06



"Okay, that would be great. Thank you. It'll be fun to see what you get me." A kiss and she was off.

Not even five minutes later she was back. "There are tables. Do you want to eat here or at the house?" I smiled.

***

"Are you sure it's okay for us to do this?" We were on the sun porch; Kara was naked. She'd giggled when I told her that's how she would eat her lunch. Not much stands in the way of naked when all we were wearing was swim suits. Kara did really well with the food too. I had a chicken wrap, fries, and an M&M Blizzard. I was shocked -- a chili cheese dog was her choice! Whatever. Anyway; dog, fries, coke, and a butterscotch sundae. I smiled when I saw the sundae.

There was no waiting until the food was eaten. I took spoonfuls of my blizzard as I ate. Kara reached for her sundae.

"Eat that last." My goof pouted.

"You started on your Blizzard."

"I know; wait... pet." She pouted gorgeously and made storm cloud eyes. I had to stuff my face to keep from smiling.

"May I please have it now, miss?" Isn't she cute!!

I took off my top, reached for the sundae, dunked both Sally and Jesse in the butterscotch and soft serve ice cream, and put the sundae back on the table. In a flash, you had a nipple in your mouth, feeding greedily on it. Perfect! Shockingly, my suit bottoms disappeared; we were both naked as jaybirds. Blondie is cuter than any old bird though! I didn't even have to reach for the sundae cup again. She dipped her fingers in it and spread ice cream and topping all over my girls -- one at a time. This while facing me on the chair. Both of us on red Adirondack chairs; well, we had been.

Unleashing your surprise, you reached into the paper bag and came out with a handful of ketchup and mustard. I could only laugh. You did the latch thingies and lowered the chair so I was horizontal. Grinning the whole time, you tore the packets open with your teeth and began coating me in yellow and red. I was very interested to see what you were going to do to me. My kitty was decorated with Blizzard. Damn that's cold!! No fair; I can't... oh never mind.

You smiled quite evilly. "I want some." Ah! What happened next was just hilarious. You reached for my not quite finished wrap and stuffed it in my mouth. I giggled; your eyes were dancing with mischief as you kissed the tip of my nose and said, "Bye!"

You can probably guess what happened. You made delightfully quick work of the ice cream and me. And this was after licking the ketchup and mustard from various pieces parts -- including toes. I watched as you pushed French fries into kitty and nibbled on them -- and me. Your eyes danced as you watched me watching you.

You were everywhere with your erotic carnival... all of it left me quivering, moaning, shivering, begging you to finish what you'd started. A thought passed through my head -- uh uh; no way was this you paying me back. That encounter would be much less spur of the moment. I smiled even as my body quivered as it responded to your erotic assault.

"Please don't! I know this is supposed to be me as the 'miss,' but god, please don't leave me at the precipice of pleasure." I saw your eyes look up at me as I spoke; you winked. Oh geezuz. A hand reached for the ice cream and did that putting it everywhere thing you'd done earlier. You abandoned kitty, who was NOT happy! Jealous is more like as you slathered the girls. I shivered; it was still cold, if not quite as much as before.

You snaked your way north, eyes on mine, and devoured me. You lapped, licked and nipped at every blessed inch of my glories. I whimpered; your eyes ate me up. I pleaded; you gloated. I cursed; you laughed. And it was all with our eyes.

I'm still not sure, and you still won't tell me one way or the other, but I think you took pity on me and sent me to heaven. 

I know I shrieked when you did; it was the last thing before my eyes closed.

My fingers were demonic bitches in your hair, holding you close as you drove me through the wonderful heights of the carnal roller coaster we were on. My body screamed as we sped down the slopes; I'm pretty sure my hips twisted as I turned this way and that. You held me tight as the 'car' spun through the turns; I'm pretty sure I held you tight. Great America's best ain't got nothing on what you did to me on that covered porch in that fabulous house on our wonderful weekend in that relaxing resort called South Haven!

After I'd been done, oh my god so fabulously done, and after you'd bathed me in soft, sexy kisses, I asked my question.

"Can I have some butterscotch?" You laughed. You stood and bathed your kitty in what was now melted soft serve and butterscotch. Yum!! You smiled and walked up the length of the chair. Yay me! You lowered my prize to my waiting mouth. You were a delicious mix of ice cream and butterscotch. I'm not sure I'll think of that flavor the same way again.

I fucked you with my tongue and lips while my hands held your ass. You let me - until you were close to your orgasm. You shifted slightly and ground your pearl on my nose with such force that it registered that you might break it. Worse things can happen, lover!

Trapped as I was, I felt a shiver that was the signal you were 'there.' Two hands grabbed me as you ground yourself to me wantonly. I used everything at my disposal to pleasure you as thoroughly as possible. You were relentless as you rode out your orgasm. I watched as your tummy, legs and more spasmed. I slurped as the scented essence seeped from you.

Every so often I'd nip you with my teeth. Now and then, best as I could, I tried to nibble at your pearl. You rocked this way and that, crying out as I teased and pleased and nibbled. I know you came twice... it may have been three times.

I sorta like butterscotch. I may or may not after today.

There is NO doubt where my heart is. You're in every fiber of my being.

You slid down and kissed me when we were mouth to mouth. I had you and your sundae all over me. Is this not love?

"Did I hurt you?" I smiled and lied.

"Nah! You may have smushed my nose little but it's fine." I smiled. "I love butterscotch." You laughed.

"Are you still hungry?" I laughed. You are amazing. All about your appetite -- and your tummy too!!

"Whatever you like lover. The wrap and the little I had of my Blizzard and your sundae were more than enough."

"We should either head back to the lake or take a shower." I laughed.

"Going to the beach means we'd have to get dressed. I'm not sure that's in our immediate future." You laughed, stood, and took my hand.

"True that; let's shower and take a nap. We still have our Saturday night ahead of us." Oh my gawd that's right!!

***

The combination of sun, exercise, food and sex meant we slept well. It also meant you woke me up with your kiss. Said kiss, as often happens, led to cuddling. And, as has happened, it led to more.

After, as we lay in a heap, there came a time when I asked, "What are we doing tonight?" You giggled.

"We're going to get gussied up and head out on the town." A dozen or so words told me next to nothing.

"Yeah, you've kind of hinted at what might be all week; never mind last night or today. Details, pet!" My brat sighed.

"There's this place in Saugatuck that's supposed to be gay friendly. It is; there are usually more gay boys than lesbians, which is fine. Saturdays they have amateur ladies night. It's for everyone; married or single. That's why I want us to go." I was interested!

"Okay; tell me more." Her hips squirmed and the blues bore into mine.

"It's no holds barred." I heard it in her voice; she was excited. "Not all nude but pretty damn close if what I saw when I was there... um, before." She blushed; how cute!

"Before there was me and you, there was you! Please don't ever be embarrassed about anything or anyone in your past."

"Thank you. I kinda am; you're right." We kissed. "That helps a lot." She continued.

"I'm not sure how we should dress or what we should do. I've seen what I think were married women on the stage. You know -- the ring." I nodded; the blues were bright and close to tilting to gray. "Everyone on the stage has a number; the audience votes. It's hot, Lissy, really fucking hot." Her eyes and hips told me she wasn't lying.

"You said you weren't sure what you thought we should do." A nod, a blush and she averted her eyes. Oh gawd!

"We could go in separately as two 'contestants.' That would mean it could wind up you against me. I'm not sure I like that." You are SO cute!! "The other thought was I go... enter my name as a contestant. You would be part of the crowd of course. When the time came for voting for the winner, you could get anyone near you to vote for me. If I won, you could come 'claim' me as your lover." That last confused me.

"Claim you? How?" Blonde blinked and nodded.

"Sorry, baby. I didn't explain that well. I'd have a tag on my hip with a number. The 'judge' would hold his hand over each of the contestant's heads." She smiled. "When I win, you could come to the stage, kiss me, and let everyone know we're a couple." OH!! Blondie smiled shyly. I was beyond wet in an instant!!

"Yes!" The blues clouded. Aw geez! "Yes, let's do it just like that. When you win..." I touched her cheek with my fingers. "And you will... I will come and you will cum when you see me come for you." Gawd those eyes are magical!

"You think?" I slid a finger down that cleft.

"No; I know!" 

She whimpered. And rose up and kissed me. And I whimpered. And things got a little crazy. I know -- again!

***

We each paid a cover at the club and had our hand stamped. Kara had on a pink bra and black thong. The thong was the skimpiest she owned. The red dress -- the one from that night I'd mentioned earlier -- was gone now. I didn't know she had packed it. When I watched her slink into it, I'd wondered if she'd set the entire thing up. It wasn't beyond my scamp to have done so; I knew this all too well. The bra and panties were on purpose, which she owned up to.

"I want to wear something that shows off my assets without being too much. It can get a little crazy on stage. People will be taking pictures with cameras and phones." Her eyes shone with excitement. 

I got a drink and watched as the crowd ogled Kara. She was on the other end of the stage from me. Our eyes met in the mirror. We both winked. It was early. I smiled. She had planned this; I had my plans for after. But we're in the now.

We both had danced earlier. There were enough women in the club that even I got taken out on the floor. I did my best. It certainly wasn't my intent to be someone's eye candy. My eye candy was being handled by her dance partner. I could only sigh. There was no way I could complain. Blondie was just that cute. Lord knows I know just how much!

Moving on -- eventually a dude came and announced what was clearly the point of the evening. The crowd, obviously clued in to what happened on Saturday nights, cheered wildly. The first group came on stage. There were four women; Kara wasn't among them. Hmm. There must be a lot of women who wanted to show their charms! Who knows; there may be some college kids who didn't start till after Labor Day. I thought about Rach and how I might react. UGH!

It was interesting. They paired off the women and did applause for the pairs. A brunette won in the first pair. A busty blonde won in the second pair. Busty won between the survivors and moved on. I hope there aren't too many!!!

Four groups of four... a very Sweet Sixteen! An Elite Eight, a Final Four, and The Finals. Each was more nerve wracking as I watched my heart win her grouping time after time. Her opposition in the final pair was also a blonde. She was much younger and sported a chest that looked bigger than mine. Kara's eyes found mine. She didn't look very hopeful.

There was a coin toss to determine who would go first. Kara went first. She looked at me and winked.

"Heads." My fingers, feet, toes, eyes, legs, and arms were all crossed. 

It came up heads. Kara chose to go last!!

Both of the finalists had a chance to strut a little to music. I laughed. Okay, I admit to being a little prejudiced, but the youngster was either nervous or not a great dancer. She got more applause for shaking her assets than her dancing.

Kara was in her element. I saw it in her eyes when she looked at me. She dipped a shoulder; the bra strap came loose. She mouthed surprise and showed just about everything but a nipple. I laughed. She turned her back to the audience, bent and took her time running her hands down her legs till she touched her feet, shaking her ass as she did. Even I could see her gorgeous smile as she looked through her legs at the crowd. Trust me -- little was left to the imagination.

I had crossed my legs a long time ago. Thank god!! The friction was delicious as I watched my lover. Flashes from phones and cameras were going off like strobes. The flush grew as the applause and cat calls increased. There wasn't a chair on the stage; she mimed a sitting position, complete with arms just under Sunny and Delight, as the song ended.

The applause was near deafening. The younger woman looked crushed as her head bowed. It was as if she knew her fate.

"Let's have a big round of applause for these two lovely ladies!!" The crowd roared their approval. My chest was bursting as I knelt on my chair so my Kara could see me. She was a ways away from me but I could see the love in her eyes -- and more! Oh my god yes! She was on fire and I knew why!! I held on to the bar and sat back down on the stool.

The judge held his hand over the head of the youngster, who had recovered and was trying her best to stage a late rally. She certainly got a healthy round of applause. Good for her -- she really is pretty!!

The applause for the winner started before the hand moved over her head. It built. I saw her face go volcano and wondered if her eyes had gone gray. Remember that cleft. Mm hmm! Her shoulders were thrown back while her eyes were on the eyes in the front of the throng that surrounded the stage -- men and women both!

I watched my beauty as her jaw dropped. Hands grabbed at her thighs. She went from one hip to the other. I gasped.

Her thumbs hooked in the thin strip of the thong that clung to her hips. She pushed it down... WAY down. Down far enough to show some of her kitty. My heart pounded in my chest. She wasn't looking at me; I wasn't sure if she saw the crowd. She was so caught up in the emotion, the electricity of the moment... I wondered how far she'd go.

I wasn't sure if I saw it right but I think the judge tapped the top of her head. If he did it was a very subtle way of bringing her back to the moment. Kara's eyes blinked. She smiled brightly, shook her hips, and drew the thong back over kitty. 

"We have a winner ladies and gentlemen. Contestant number 13." Applause thundered through the room. I got out of my chair and headed to the stage. I had to push through a more tightly packed crowd as I got closer to the stage.

Kara was scanning the room looking for me. She finally spied me.

"Cum for me!"

I mouthed the words. Her knees buckled. I thought she might fall. A hand reached and grabbed the arm of the judge, who looked surprised. I pushed through the final packs of humanity, keeping my eyes on hers. I felt hands pawing me and paid no attention. Blondie shook as the orgasm coursed through her.

The judge was watching Kara, staring really, unsure of what was happening. Uh, yeah!

I climbed onstage, swept my honey up in my arms, bent, and kissed her!! She was shaking like a leaf. My knees were none too steady either!! Both of her hands went to my back; one high, one low. I let her tongue fuck my mouth. She was swept up in a tidal wave of emotion. I felt tears well up.

You may wonder if I'm overdoing it with my description. I've wondered if I've done it justice!! The prize? I just laughed. $250 would probably pay for our meals and gas back and forth. That was SO not the point!!

Arm in arm, we headed off stage. A small group of women huddled around the loser, eyeing us with looked like envy. The blonde came over to us after Kara had pulled the dress down into place.

"I'm Amber; congratulations. You were wonderful. I thought I'd win; you look so much older than me." I smiled.

Kara offered her hand and said, "Hi Amber, I'm Kara, and this is my Lissy." We nodded at each other. "You're very pretty." Amber shrugged. "I kind of thought you'd win too. I pretty much had to pull out all the stops. Anyways, we have to go. We have submarine races to catch." Brown eyes showed confusion; I stifled a smirk.

"Submarines? Here in Saugatuck?" I bit my lip. Kara took my hand; she tried and failed to stifle her laughter.

Our purses were in the trunk; I opened it to retrieve them. The trunk closed; you pushed me up against it, kissed me, and went to your knees. My jeans were open and you were pushing them past my hips and... OH MY GOD!!

"Kara! You can't; not here. There are people... oohhhhh!" That tongue was doing the most amazing things to an already very overheated kitty. I felt two fingers push deep inside as you hoovered my pearl. I cried out as my orgasm exploded. I leaned on my elbows and rocked against your mouth as bolts of lightning screamed through me high and low. I had no idea how a light show could get through eyes as tightly shut as I thought mine were.

"God you're so good. Oh fuck, please god yes!" I was crazed; I may have moaned it, having no idea how coherent I was!

When it finally let go of me, and after you finished with me, you told me to take off my clothes and lay in the back seat.

"Okay." An eyebrow was raised. "Pet apologizes miss. Yes miss."

You drove us to... somewhere. I was still on my back and had no clue where we were. I heard the door open, close, there was a pause, and you joined me in the back seat, naked as the day you were born.

You kissed your way up my body and murmured, "Hi!" when you got to my mouth, which was immediately captured.

I grabbed that ass you'd flaunted so shamelessly and pulled your kitty to mine. I had a hunch she was as desperate to kiss yours as I was to kiss you. You giggled as if you knew what I was thinking -- which was highly likely!

"Horny for me were ya?" I had been ordered to keep my hands over my head and a leg up on the back of the seat.

"Yes miss. I for me to see just how turned on you were, but I sure found out when I got close to you." I smiled. "You were fantastic, lover." You beamed. "Now about those submarines!"

You'd pushed your left leg over mine as you crawled to me and had been scissoring me as we talked. I was still kinda turned on (I'm lying!) from being taken on the trunk. I had little leverage which I knew you knew. I did manage to lock my hands under the arm rest on the door which gave me a little help as we moved with each other.

"I was so hot I thought I might collapse, baby." I know. I nodded. "I couldn't find you; when I did, I exploded." I saw it happen. I nodded. "I was so crazed I thought I might fuck you right there on stage!" Your mouth did! I smiled. "Are you still riding the wave from being on the trunk?"

"Yeah, pretty much I am. Gonna cum with me this time, lover?" Your hips sped up.

"I love you so goddamn much!! Thank you for being in my life, Lissy. I just can't... oh god! Oh my god!"

We screamed at the same time as we came. You wrapped an arm around my leg and pulled it to you as you pushed desperately against me. I lifted my head and grabbed your hip with my hand as I tried to give both of us more of an angle to... I have no idea what was happening. It was so wanton, so blinding, and so fabulous I just don't have a clue.

Eventually we slowed and stopped. Between the two of us, there wasn't much that wasn't heaving, twitching or shivering. The night air was chilled and humid which accounted somewhat for the shivering. The rest was the lovers we are having made the love we had. I held you close as you fish kissed me. We rested peacefully, wrapped in each other. In the car.