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Something Old, Something New Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



It was a given that I was nervous. I had been divorced for nearly four years and had moved from Virginia to San Francisco. It was a long, daring trip but I was determined to put some space between my ex-husband and my adult children because I'd made a decision that I knew they wouldn't agree with. 

After 23 years of marriage, I decided to become a lesbian.

I didn't have any idea of what I was doing, really. All I knew was that lesbian scenes in the porno movies that we'd bought together made me hotter than hell and I found myself wishing that I could suck on the succulent pussy lips that I saw on the screen. I knew that I loved watching Queer As Folk and The L Word and found myself watching a lot of Logo programming. I knew that when I masturbated, I envisioned my pussy being sucked by a woman with beautiful lips and an agile tongue.

I admit that I knew nothing about being a lesbian. I knew even less about myself but I didn't discover that until I landed in Frisco and went out to my first club. I chose a mixed club for my first foray, thinking that since I'd had plenty of gay male friends while I was married and had visited lots of clubs, I would feel more comfortable there. I couldn't have been more wrong. Most of the ladies came as couples and I found myself having wonderful conversations as the third wheel. 

I went out three successive weekends in a row and once I discovered the problem, I went home and sulked for the next weekend. In between times, I met some of my apartment mates. The building I was renting in had six huge apartments, two on each floor, and the landlord had explained to me that all of the occupants were professionals like myself. While I was the manager of an advertising firm, Tom and Bob on the bottom floor were engineers and had rented the entire floor. 

Jessica was a model and was rarely home and Henrietta was a real estate saleswoman and they occupied the second floor apartments, separately. Besides me on the third floor was a British gentleman named Nigel and he was a pilot. The weekend I was sulking, I was surprised to hear a knock on my door and even more surprised to find Tom and Bob standing outside. Tom was the top of the couple, tall, dark-haired and very attentive to his tow-headed mate, possessively touching his shoulders.

"Hi, I'm Bob Donaldson and this is my husband, Tom Turner."

"Hi."

"We noticed that you moved in several weeks ago but we've been too busy to properly welcome you. Is this a good time to have a couple glasses of wine?"

They were so cute. I stood aside and let them enter, ushering them into the kitchen and stowing their warm bottles in the freezer. I was glad that I had another couple of bottles of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio already ice-cold and I poured three glasses while they gave me a short history of their relationship. They had been together for nine years and had been married when the mayor, Gavin Newsom, had circumvented California law and had allowed same sex couples to marry. We made small talk for several minutes before Bob broke the ice by asking about my past. I refilled our glasses and let loose the dogs of divorce. 

"Wow, that sucks!"

I laughed at his summation and swallowed half my glass of wine. "I've never heard it said quite so eloquently but yes, it sucked." I took a breath. "But that is the past."

"And your future is being a lesbian?" Tom caressed Bob's cheek almost absent-mindedly and I envied the natural response between them as Bob turned his lips into Tom's palm and planted a soft kiss there. "After all those years of marriage?"

"Yes."

"How can you be so sure?"

I contemplated Bob's words for a few seconds before allowing myself to answer him. "I'm not sure." I met their eyes and just as quickly looked away. "I just know what's been pulling my heart. Maybe I'll get whatever it is out of my system and return to men."

"You don't sound like you really believe that." Tom observed, taking a deep swallow.

"I guess I'm trying to convince myself." I emptied the remainder of the bottle into my glass and arose to fish another cold bottle out of the refrigerator. "I've been out three weekends in a row and I haven't met anyone."

"As cute as you are, you haven't met anyone?" Bob looked me up and down and looked over at Tom. "How does that happen?"

"Well, I've met several girls but either they're already attached or they want a one-night stand."

"And you don't want either?"

"No, Bob. I want a real relationship. I want to be with someone."

Tom nodded, again touching Bob with a tenderness that I envied. "I understand that, Alexa, but you can't expect to find that right out of the gate."

"Why not? We met on your first night in town."

"I know but we were lucky, Muffin." I smiled at Tom's pet name for his lover. "Not everyone can be as blessed as we were."

"He's right." I agreed, rubbing my eyes wearily. "You were very lucky."

"And you can be, too!" Bob said defiantly, glancing at Tom. "We just have to figure out a way to make it happen."

"And how do I do that?"

"It's time to hit the lady clubs."

I shook my head. "No, Bob. No more clubs for me."

"Alexa, do you want to be alone?"

"Of course not!"

"Then you can't give up." Tom murmured softly, touching my hand. "Everyone deserves to be happy, Alexa. Some of us just have to work for it a little harder than others."

I looked up into Tom's blue eyes, then into Bob's green ones and swallowed against the lump that was forming in my throat. Bob slid off the stool and hugged me, planting a shy kiss on my cheek and holding me as tears burned my eyes. "You'll find someone, Alexa. I know you will."

I accepted his heartfelt words and broke away, wiping my eyes and pouring more wine. I was so happy to have finally made friends. At least I had an anchor in my new crazy world. When Tom and Bob left, I stumbled off to bed, closing my eyes against the tears that threatened to consume me and decided to leave my farther foray into lesbianism to the side for now. 

Something Old, Something New Ch. 02



The next morning brought clear skies and a clear head for me, which I was extremely grateful for. As usual, work was thrilling and this particular day, I welcomed three new employees to our stable of great sales performers. Michael Davies was brash and arrogant but had a stellar record, Darcy Moss was great at reeling in the older clients and Mariana Verdu came with fantastic references from her last two jobs. 

I was happy to have Bob's company for dinner since Tom was out of town on a business trip and it was he who suggested that we go out to a 'ladybar' called Candies. I wanted to say no but I knew that avoiding the problem was not going to provide a solution to my lonely masturbation sessions so I pulled on some jeans and a polo shirt, spritzed on some perfume and we headed out.

The atmosphere of the bar was very different. The vibe was clearly woman-oriented and I worried a moment for Bob. But that was before he screamed out the bartender's name and twirled her around. "Bambi! Where have you been?"

"I went to New Jersey to take care of my mother for a few months. Did you miss me that much?"

"Of course! You should have called me."

"Sorry." Bambi turned her eyes onto me and smiled seductively. "And who's your friend?"

"Alexa, this is my good friend, Bambi. Bambi, meet Alexa." I shook hands with the woman, a jolt going through my body at the warmth of her hand and the firm grip she gave me, her eyes searching mine. "But she is not for you."

"Why not?" We both asked together, looking at Bob.

"Bambi does not like to be tied down, Alexa, and if you're looking for a relationship, it would be heartbreak city from the start."

"Ah, well." Bambi pulled her hand back, giving me a sad but knowing look. "Better to have a friend than to break a heart." She smiled at Bob. "What can I get y'all?" 

A few stiff Jack and Cokes later and Bob and I hit the circuit. It was very strange. The vibes were very different and I found myself very uncomfortable. The butches seemed to be extra-butch and the lipsticks seemed to leer at me with a ferocity that made my stomach turn – and not with lust. I just wanted a regular tomboyish girl-next-door type and it seemed that none of them fit the bill.

"You're too picky."

I gave him a sloppy hug, nearly spilling both of our drinks. "Why is it so hard?"

"Because we care."

It took a moment for his words to burrow into the depths of my brain but by then tears had already pricked my eyes. Because we care. A large part of me wished that I was twenty again, learning about my sexuality. It was so easy to be free then. Much harder to face the censure of young women who weren't interested in an older lover nor lesbian community members that didn't like newbies like me.

"Then maybe I shouldn't care."

"No," He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. "Don't ever stop caring."

He was right. I gave him a sloppy hug and went back to Bambi for another round of drinks. While I was standing at the counter, I saw the most beautiful face I'd ever seen in my life. Sweet and sad dark blue eyes were framed by a shimmering fall of blonde hair, almost iridescent in the light. Her mouth was soft and rounded by two plump lips and a tiny chin finished her oval face. Her face looked familiar but I couldn't place her right away. I waved Bambi over with a twenty.

"Whatever she's drinking, it's on me. Give me another round and keep the change."

I watched Bambi make the drinks and the young woman was drinking a Seabreeze. She accepted the glass from the bartender and tried to pay for it, looking confused while Bambi explained that I had already paid for it. She turned those mesmerizing eyes on me and I raised my glass, giving a gentle nod. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned away, leaving the drink and scurrying away like a frightened animal.

"What the hell did I do?"

Bambi didn't get a chance to answer because Bob was right behind me. "Do you know who that was?"

"No."

"That was Jessica Torres, our neighbor."

"Jessica, the model? From the second floor?"

"Yep."

"Why'd she run off like that?"

Bob sighed. "She should tell that to you."

"Well, how can she tell me if she runs away?"

I watched Bob's face as he warred with his emotions, wondering if I qualified as a confidante in his book. "Jess is a beautiful woman but she's had some troubles."

"Troubles?"

Again, Bob sighed. "I would feel much more comfortable if she told you."

"Whatever."

A few more drinks and the mystery of second-floor Jessica was forgotten. Bob and I caught a cab back home and said good night, dropping into bed and sweet dreams of my elusive blonde neighbor. 



Something Old, Something New Ch. 03



Since the next day was Sunday, I made a huge dinner and left invitations on each of my neighbor's doorsteps, in the hopes that I could become better friends with all of them. Unfortunately, Nigel was going to be out of town on a flight so I promised him that I'd make him a plate. Henrietta was the first to arrive and she was a delicious package of Asian good looks and Occidental charm. She brushed past me on the way into the house, setting two bottles of wine on my dining room table.

"It's about time that you did something for the rest of us."

"It's about time?"

"Yeah! Everyone's been waiting to see if you could throw a good party."

I laughed. She turned out to be very lively and kept me company while I finished the gravy and reheated the vegetables. She ran a very lucrative real estate company and was saving her money to move to Europe and buy a huge house there.

"Somewhere in South America." She poured us more wine. "You can live like a king on American dollars down there."

"You're right."

The doorbell rang and Tom and Bob came in, bringing more wine and a huge chocolate chip cheesecake. Henrie welcomed them in on my behalf and soon they were sitting on the bar stools around my kitchen island, snacking on scallop rumaki that I'd just taken out of the oven. I was chewing and laughing at a joke that Bob had told when another knock sounded. Toting my glass of wine, I excused myself and strode over, throwing the door wide open. Mariana stood there, her demeanor shy as she held a grocery sack in her arms.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Am I still invited?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't you think so?"

She shrugged and I moved aside, letting her in. Tom leaped off his stool and took the bag from her while Bob seated her on his stool, pouring a fresh glass of ice-cold wine for her. She had brought more wine, some sharp Vermont cheese and some rosemary-basil crackers and Tom put the cheese and crackers out for us. 

We ate and talked and the whole time, I couldn't help but stare at her. She was so beautiful. She wasn't Christie Brinkley beautiful; she was Milla Jovovich beautiful and more than a few times I found myself squeezing my thighs together, naughty thoughts running through my head. I served dinner and we all went out onto the balcony, where I'd taken my three-piece cherry dining room table and chairs and afternoon flowed into evening.

I took a couple of plates into the kitchen and was scraping them when I heard her soft voice behind me. "Alexa?"

"Yes?" I turned and gave her a warm smile, seeing her sipping from a nearly-empty glass. "Here, let me fix you up." I poured her some more wine and took Tom and Bob's cheesecake out of the refrigerator for slicing. "If I forget to tell you later, thank you for coming."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Jessica, I hardly know you!"

"But two days ago … in the club … "

"You didn't know me." I said softly, moving closer. She kept her eyes focused on the swirling golden liquid in her glass. "Jessica." She looked up at me and I advanced on her, the edge of the island between us. "Why did you run away?"

She shrugged nervously, pretending to be interested in the photos on my refrigerator. "I don't know."

"Was I that scary"?

"No." She laughed, a beautiful carefree sound that made her eyes light up. "I was just … I don't know. I didn't know you and I was kind of afraid."

"Well, you know me now and there's no reason to fear me." I turned back to the dessert and selected a knife from the rack. "I just wanted to buy you a drink. I'm sorry if I frightened you."

Jessica offered me a shy smile and continued her perusal. "Your children?"

"Yes." I moved beside her, giving explanations of the various locations that the photos showed. "I've been divorced for five years now."

"I see." She paused, taking a sip of wine. "So you're single?"

A flare of heat seared my face as I realized what she was asking. I took another look at her, turned toward her and taking in the quivering pink bottom lip and the tiny teeth that held it tightly. "Yes."

"Do you like me?"

Her voice was very quiet as she spoke the words and I stepped closer to her, my movement drawing her attention. "Jessica … "

"Call me Jess."

"Jess, you're very beautiful … "

"But?"

"But I don't know you well enough yet." She set her glass down and headed off toward the door, obviously upset with me. "Wait! Where are you going?" She stopped, her head down as her body quaked with sobs. "I didn't say anything mean to you. Why are you crying?"

"I don't know." Her whisper reached my ears over the lively conversation in the next room. "I'll see you later."

Before I could say another word, the door slammed shut behind her and I was alone in my kitchen. I just stood there for a long moment until Bob came up behind me and put his arms around me.

"Whatever you're thinking, she's worth the effort." 

"How do I know that, Bob? I may never have the chance to get close." I touched his hands. "What happened to her?"

Bob's silence told me that whatever had happened had been serious. "She's a lesbian for a reason, Alexa."

I leaned into him, still staring at the door and hoped that there would be another time to talk to her. For now, I satisfied myself with enjoying the companionship of my neighbors and promised my sodden brain to work on the problem of Jess tomorrow.



Something Old, Something New Ch. 04



A week passed and I didn't notice that it was Sunday again. This time, Henrie volunteered to hold the soiree in her apartment so I was spared the agony of having to cook again. I ran out to the store, picked up some wine, two wheels of brie and whole wheat crackers and went down to Jessica's apartment to pick her up. She answered the door in her robe, her gorgeous hair rumpled around her lovely face. 

"Hi. You aren't ready yet?"

"Ready?" 

"Yeah. You know, Sunday dinner. It's at Henrie's this week. And don't act like that. I know you got an invitation."

She shook her head and looked away. "Tell Henrietta that I'll call her tomorrow."

"Tell her yourself. Get dressed, comb your hair and come on."

"Alexa … "

"Jess." I stepped close to her, suddenly intoxicated by the scent of her shampoo. "I'd like to get to know you better and I really wish you'd come to the dinner." I lifted her chin with my hand, smiling into her eyes. "With me."

It took Jess all of fifteen minutes to get ready and we went down the hallway to Henrie's apartment, much to everyone's delight. Nigel was present this time and we all laughed as he told us stories about his flights and the crazy situations he faced. I noticed that Jess joined in the fun and made her own comments, obviously feeling at home amongst everyone. I stayed close to her but didn't crowd her, somehow knowing that was important to her and she rewarded me with a smile that made my pussy twitch.

Appetizers passed and we opened two more bottles of wine. I noticed that we'd all sort of settled into couples, Tom and Bob, naturally, then Henrie and Nigel and Jess and myself and we went into Henrie's dining room and sat together. I said nothing to Jess; I simply pretended that we were best friends attending a dinner together but at the end of the night, I walked her down the hallway to her apartment, helping her put the plates of leftovers into her refrigerator.

"Thanks for coming with me."

Her eyes met mine, then swiftly moved away in shyness. "Thanks for asking me."

"I heard you talking to Henrie." She shifted feet nervously. "You're leaving for Milan tomorrow night?"

"Yes. I have a flight out at three in the afternoon."

"Then would you like to have an early lunch with me?"

She giggled, then took a breath. "But I've got all these leftovers … "

"You'll only be in Italy for two days. They'll hold until then." I stepped closer, mesmerized by the beauty of her eyes. "I'd like to see you before you go."

Those beautiful eyes reflected a child-like quality that instantly ensnared my heart. She wanted to believe that my words were true but something was holding her back, something from her past. "Alexa, I know you feel sorry for me … "

"Feel sorry for you? A freaking model?" I stepped back and waltzed down a portion of the hallway, pretending to be a RuPaul disciple. "Oh, what I would give to be fabulous!" She laughed and gave me a playful shove. I came back to the door, leaning against the jamb and looking down into her lovely face. "So, how about it?"

She thought for a minute, then a smile brightened her face, her shy manner returning. "All right."

"Ten o'clock okay?"

"Yes, that would be perfect."

"Great. See you then."

I turned my back and tried not to skip down the hallway, so I bit my lip all the way to the elevator, hoping that I wouldn't draw blood but smiling like the happiest motherfucker on the planet.

*****

She arrived a few minutes after ten, looking a fresh as a daisy and no less beautiful. "Hi."

"Come on in." I grabbed her roll-a-way bag and tugged it into the entryway, then turned to help her ease her take-on bag off her shoulder. It seemed to weigh a ton and took me straight down to the floor. She laughed hysterically, shaking her head and wiping tears from her eyes. 

"Are you okay?"

"You might have warned me." I stood up and dusted myself off, giving her the once-over. "You can't weigh more than 120 pounds. How the hell do you lug that thing around?"

"It takes practice."

"What the hell's in that?"

Her sunny smile instantly disappeared and my stomach twisted in an uncomfortable knot. "My life."

Whatever you're thinking, she's worth the effort. I forced myself to laugh. "Wish my life was so portable." I headed toward the kitchen, continuing to talk when I noticed that she was following me. "I had to spend almost $4,000 to move my stuff with me." I pulled the cork out of an ice-cold bottle of pinot and poured us a couple of glasses. "And then, I had to leave a bunch of stuff there."

"Was it hard?" Her voice faltered a bit as if she was afraid to ask me the question. "I mean, to leave everything behind?"

"It was at first." I took a sip and swallowed against the lump in my throat. "I grieved for awhile. It really hurt but I realized that every time I looked at one of those items, I would think about my ex-husband and that wasn't what I wanted. I decided to buy new things and make new memories." I paused to look up at her. "Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I guess so." She gave me a smile and I grabbed her hand, dragging her over to the kitchen table. I'd made us roast beef sandwiches with homemade au jus and we munched away, yakking happily. Jess was excited to be heading to Milan, even if it was only for two days, and was looking forward to the shoot. It was her first assignment with Vogue and she knew that she was being tested. "I'm so nervous!"

"You'll be fine." I filled her glass and we sauntered out onto the balcony, enjoying the cool spring breeze and the warm sunlight. "You worry too much."

"It's so competitive out there."

"I don't doubt it but you have nothing to worry about." I looked over at her, breathing deep to calm my pounding heart. I couldn't believe that she was so insecure with her looks when just a glance from her would send me to the moon.

"I don't?" 

She seemed to have read my mind, turning and smiling at me with those enchanting eyes. "No, you don't. You're absolutely beautiful, Jess."

The smile she gave me was fleeting. "I don't feel beautiful."

The emotion behind her voice made my heart melt and I set my glass down, turning to her. I let my hands do the talking, smoothing the flaxen wings of soft hair out of her eyes and tracing the curves of her cheeks and chin. Slowly, I leaned in. A jolt of electricity coursed through me as our lips met and she moaned softly, her hand falling on my forearm, then gently moving down to my elbow. I shivered at her touch and opened my mouth against hers, letting my tongue trace the seam of her lips, then sliding inside her velvet warmth when she let me in.

Our tongues slid along each others for a few moments before I pulled back, licking my lips and committing her taste to my memory. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened slowly, arousal deepening the color of her beautiful eyes. "Take my word for it, Jess. You're fucking beautiful."

We stared at each other for several long moments before she sat up, her cheeks flooding with color as she blushed. "I've got to go."

I released her and followed her into the entryway, wondering if I'd done the wrong thing and moved too fast. I opened my mouth half-a-dozen times to say something but I couldn't figure out what exactly to say. She grabbed the handle of her roll-a-way and bent to retrieve her carry-on, pausing a moment. "Alexa, would you mind if I left this here?"

"Not at all. If it'll make you feel better, I'll put it upstairs in my bedroom."

"No, no. The closet will be fine." She tugged on the luggage and stepped out into the hallway. "Thanks, Alexa. Lunch was perfect."

"Glad you enjoyed it." I touched her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I'll see you when you get back."

Jess nodded, then reached up and pulled my head down, giving me a passionate French kiss that had us both gasping. She was just as affected by it as I was and I fought the urge to pull her back inside and throw her into my bed. "See you."

I watched her walk down the hall and disappear into the elevator, lightly touching where her lips had touched mine. "See you." 



Something Old, Something New Ch. 05



Two days later, I was sleeping soundly when the phone rang at a quarter after one in the morning. "Hello?"

"Alexa? Hi, it's Jess."

"What time is it?"

"Oh, holy shit! Alexa, I'm so sorry! I guess I'm still on Milan time."

I laughed, stretching and yawning at the same time. "That's okay."

"I'm at the airport. I don't suppose that there's any way you could come get me, is there?"

I was bushed. I'd spent an inordinate amount of time doing work the past evening and I had to get up early to do a presentation. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that I'd have to arise in four hours. "I'd love to, Jess, but I'm afraid that I'd crash on the way. Can you catch a cab?"

"Yeah, but I only have twenty bucks."

"I have some money. Buzz me when you get here and I'll come down." Thirty-five minutes, the buzzer sounded and catapulted me into wakefulness. I pulled on my robe, grabbed my purse and keys and took the elevator down to the first floor. Jess was waiting outside with the cab driver and I gave him forty dollars in addition to her twenty. When we were inside, I headed back to the elevator, leaving her to follow.

"Alexa? Are you mad?"

"No. Just very tired."

"I'm sorry. I tried to call Henrie ... "

"She's in Philly on business and Bob went to Indianapolis with Tom." I opened my apartment and stumbled in, tossing the keys and my purse on the table, shucking my robe and heading straight for my bed. "I'm sorry, Jess. I'm exhausted. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Could I stay here?"

I was half-asleep when her question seemed to bore through the veil. "Sure, Jess. Just don't snore, please?" I knew what I'd mumbled but I slipped quickly back into sleep. I don't know how long it was before I was jarred slightly awake by the weight on the bed but I blinked awake when her soft, warm body molded against my back, her hard nipples deliciously scraping against my skin.

"Alexa?"

I tried. I really tried to deny the emotion in her voice but I just couldn't. I had been working so hard to keep her off of my mind and but no amount of mental exercise could keep her from my body. I'd slept poorly the last two nights, my half-waking dreams filled with the soft touch of her lips and the memory of her innocent blue eyes. I lifted my head and turned to her, my breath suddenly shortened as her golden hair, now silvery in the pale moonlight, slid over my shoulder as she bent to kiss me.

"Jess ... "

She shushed me, then pressed her lips against mine, pausing a few seconds before sliding her tongue in deep and conquering the last bit of resistance I had. My entire body trembled as she pressed me onto my back and covered me with her sweet, naked form, one thigh sliding between mine and pushing against my pussy. I gasped and she broke the kiss, moving her mouth down to the side of my neck and nibbling there. 

"Jess, you don't have to ... "

"Yes, I do." She whispered huskily, kissing her way down and over to my left nipple. I cried out as she sucked hard on it, quickly bringing it into hardness. "I want you." My mind fuzzed with pleasure as my pussy twitched against her knee. She moved again, the rhythm matching with the flicks of her tongue and in a matter of moments, I was begging her to let me cum. She quickly released my nipples and let her mouth move down my stomach.

"Jess, please ... "

"Quiet." Her admonishment made my stomach twist again. Something in the way she said it, in the strength I heard behind that single word that made me lie back and open my legs to her. I felt her breath first, then a tentative stab from her tongue, then ...

"Oh!" The breath left my lungs in a sudden whoosh as she attacked my clit. I didn't expect such a skillful assault and I immediately came with a confused scream of pleasure. It had been such a long time since I'd been with someone and my hungry pussy quickly reminded me of that salient fact. 

I had barely enough time to catch my breath when she slid that wonderfully agile tongue down the insides of my pussy lips. Moving very slowly, she allowed her tongue to trace the insides of my outer lips, darting inside to stab my still-swollen and very sensitive clit, then gently moving downward. My moan became a long exhalation, punctuated by a few sudden gasps and my body arched under her will, my thoughts completely absent.

"I want you to come on my tongue, Alexa."

I heard her but I really wasn't thinking. My brain had disconnected from the rest of my body and was solely focused on the alternately gentle, then rough touch of her tongue. I panted, gasping as she ravished my pussy, licking, sucking, then lipping my sex and drawing me closer and closer to the edge. When she slid a finger into my clutching quim, I growled, fighting the urge to explode and my efforts brought an appreciative kiss from her.

"I thought you'd be harder to get than this."

"I'm not a whore." I weakly protested, trying to sit up but she forced me back down.

"I didn't say that." She bit the side of my neck, her finger pressing inside me at the same time. "I just thought you were more worldly than me."

I didn't have the chance to respond before she had lowered her body again, her mouth targeting my throbbing clit and another finger slipping inside my wet hole. I groaned and panted, lacing my fingers into the sheets as she finally dropped down and speared my weeping hole. The world fell away. 

Balls of heat rumbled through my stomach and I grabbed onto the edges of the mattress, holding on for dear life as she explored my hole, lapping up my juices and coaxing more down with each lick and thrust. "Mmmm, Alexa." Her whisper wrapped around me and heightened my senses as my body shouted, every nerve ending flaming into life as I finally gave up the fight, succumbing to the delicious heat that swept through me. 

I wasn't aware of anything except her mouth attached to my clit and the two fingers that I now held captive in my clutching quim and it was several minutes before I came back to Earth, shivering and wondering what the hell had happened to me. She removed her fingers, then released my clit, moving down to lick up some of my escaping juices. Her tender ministrations brought on two smaller orgasms that had me gnashing my teeth together, desperately trying to hold onto my last vestiges of control.

It didn't work. 



Something Old, Something New Ch. 06



My ex-husband had loved this part of me and called it The Berserker. Whenever I reach a certain level of lust, my brain fuzzes and I'd ravish him until he was screaming my name. I was way past this level and the smell of sex in the air fanned the flames. I sat up and pulled the young woman's nubile body over mine, loving the shiver that passed through us as our pussies met and bent to capture her mouth.

I couldn't seem to get enough of her. Her mouth was soft and her tongue tasted of me, tangy and sweet and I sucked on her bottom lip, making her shiver. I rolled her onto her back, still tongue-kissing her and ground my hips against hers. She responded with a gasp and a loud hum, her hips tilting up to meet mine and her hands grabbing my ass. I slid off of her and reached for the lamp.

"Don't turn the light on."

"I want to see you." She paused for a moment, then gave a small nod. I clicked the lamp onto its lowest setting and turned back to her, pausing to gaze at her. She was absolutely beautiful. She was a bit on the slender side but her C cup breasts took the attention away from her ribs. My eyes traveled down to the juncture of her long legs and my heart pounded as I gazed at her trimmed pussy with its slight sprinkling of blonde hair. "God, you're beautiful, Jess."

My words seemed to bring tears to her eyes and I made a mental note to say it to her every day if I had the chance. I so wanted to dive between her legs but I thought she deserved something better than a quickie, something to let her know that my intentions, that this wasn't a one-night stand. I lay back beside her, losing myself into her deep blue eyes while my left hand gently traversed the length of her body. A deep shudder moved through her and she closed her eyes in pleasure, gasping lightly as my hand swept heavily across her sensitive nipples.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I bent and took one rosy bud into my mouth, sucking hard enough to bring a sexy growl from her throat and her hands cupped my head, pulling me closer. I started to really suck on her nipple then, nibbling, licking and chewing until she was bucking beneath me, her body quivering uncontrollably. My evil streak took hold of me and I pried her hands off of my head, pulling away. 

"Alexa, please."

I wanted to make her work for it. I wanted her to burn for my touch but I was so hungry for the taste of her that I couldn't prolong my agony, much less hers. With lust buzzing in my veins, I ran my hands along he planes of her thighs, pressing against the insides of her knees and holding my breath as they opened before me, white gates leading to my idea of heaven. Her pussy lips spread open, light pink segueing into dark magenta parted by a silky river of honey. I licked my lips and crawled over.

I moaned and closed my eyes as my tongue slid deep inside her honey pot, immediately meeting her pearly river. She mirrored my moan, spreading her legs wider and rubbing her crotch harder against my straining tongue. I wrapped my arms around her ass and torso, grinding my face into her and letting her ride me as she needed. It took a few seconds before her moans became screams and her entire body was quaking as she came, her fingers weaved into my hair. The sounds of her weak gasps filled the air and I redoubled my efforts, bringing her to another orgasm that left her a quivering mass. I moved back up her gorgeous body and gave her a long, deep kiss, loving the way that she clung to me as I cupped her still pulsing sex.

I reached over and flicked off the light, then moved down into the bed, pulling Jess against me. She snuggled against me, still whimpering in the throes of ecstasy and I reached down, smoothing her hair back from her face and I was surprised to see tears glistening on her cheek.

"Jess? Baby?" I tilted her head up, searching her eyes in the moonlit darkness. "What is it?"

"Nothing." She whispered, hastily wiping her face.

"It's not nothing, Jess." I slid down so that our noses were touching and I pressed a soft kiss to her trembling lips. "Please tell me what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong." She ran a finger along my bottom lip, watching the movement and I pursed my lips to kiss her fingertip. "I just feel so good."

"Good." I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her. "Now go to sleep, baby. Morning's going to come too soon." 

I heard her exhalation of relief and wondered what that was all about but I drifted off to sleep before I could figure it out. In the morning, I awoke alone, wondering if I'd dreamed the whole encounter but my sticky thighs told me differently. I popped into the shower and made my way to the kitchen, setting the kettle on for tea and found a note attached to my box of earl grey.

Good morning, Alexa, Sorry that I couldn't stay but … well, to be honest, I feel kinda funny after last night. I want to apologize for being so forward and I hope that we can still be friends. Thanks for everything, Jess.

I didn't think. I left my apartment, went down the stairs and angrily knocked on her door. It took her about five minutes to answer the door and I held the note out to her. "What the fuck is this?"

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, looking confused. "It's the note that I left you."

"But what is this that you wrote? You feel kinda funny? You want to be friends now?"

"Alexa … "

"What did last night mean?" Her eyes met mine and my heart dropped as I watched them fill with tears. I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. "I don't want to be friends, Jess." I murmured, lightly kissing her ear. "I want to be your friend and lover."

I felt her sag against me, her breath hot on my neck as she sobbed in my embrace. "I'm so sorry."

I shushed her gently. "Look at me, Jess." I gazed into her beautiful crystal blue eyes, willing my feelings into her. "I'm not into one night stands and I would never have made love to you if I wasn't interested in having a relationship with you. Are you interested in me?"

"Yes."

"Good." I grinned, releasing her. "That's good to know. Now I have to get going or I'll be late. Will you be home tonight?" She shook her head. "Would you have dinner with me tonight?" Again, she shook her head, smiling shyly. "Good. I'll call you on the way home from work." 

I turned and headed back to the stairs but she caught me before I reached the door, pulling my mouth down to hers and giving me the sweetest, softest kiss, one that had my nipples hard in mere seconds. "See you tonight."

I climbed the stairs on shaky legs, my heart pounding and a dreamy smile on my face as I thought about seeing her later tonight.