Sometimes, It Does Ch. 01

Sometimes it Does - Chapter 1

[Authors Note: This will be a three chapter story.]

As I lay next to the woman of my dreams, our bodies entwined as they had been every night for all these years, I cannot help but think of the journey that got us here: how I came to love her; how I watched her from afar; how I finally go the courage to pursue her; how I finally won her heart and all the joy we have shared since then up to and including this very moment. At so many points along the way, a rational person would have told me I was crazy, that I had no chance or that I should not even try. But from the first moment I realized I was actually in love with her (not some silly crush, but totally completely, wanting to spend the rest of my life with her, in love with her) I knew I had to have the courage of my conviction and find a way to make the dream a reality. True, most of the time something that seemed so crazy at the time does not work out. But sometimes it does.

My name is Rosemary Hannigan. I have been friends with Cynthia Porter for as long as I can remember. I know we were in kindergarten together because I have the picture to prove it. I actually have two of those pictures but we'll get to that. I was one of seven children in my family. Both of my parents worked very hard and the house was always a bit chaotic. One less child was never really missed and I ended up spending most of my time at Cynthia's house.

I have a lot of memories of the times I was at that house as a child, although not all of the memories were good. Cynthia's parents fought a lot. My parents never fought, at least not that I ever saw or heard. I do not know if it was because they just loved each other more or maybe with their jobs and seven kids, they were just too tired to fight. Maybe if I had been there more, maybe I would have heard something. All I know is I never did.

At Cynthia's house I almost always heard it. It was not usually loud, but the parents were always sniping at each other. Cynthia always said it got louder when I was not there. In fact, she always wanted me to stay as much as I could because her parents seemed to take it down a notch if I was there. So, I was there a lot.

Sometime in the summer between fifth and sixth grade, everything changed. Cynthia's father left the house. Soon afterwards, Cynthia told me that her parents were getting divorced. Mrs. Porter (Elizabeth) had to go back to work. I do not know exactly what she did, but she always came back to her home dressed very professionally.

I watched over the years as she came home after working all day. Sometimes, depending on where I was sitting, I could see her get out of her car and walk to the front door. She would come up to her house looking as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders, dragging her down. But the minute she came through the door and saw Cynthia and I, her radiant smile was there. She was asking us about our day and always seemed happy and bright. I came to realize she was doing this for Cynthia's sake (and to some extent, mine). She did not want Cynthia to worry or to know how hard things were.

I know my mom had it hard as well. After all, she was coming home to seven children not one. But my mother also had my father and she had my older brothers and sisters. Everyone always pitched in to help with dinner and cleaning the house. It was less she had to worry about when she got home.

As we got older, I started talking Cynthia into helping out around her house. She and I would clean rooms or do laundry and when Elizabeth came home and saw that she did not have to do these things, she was very appreciative. I learned to tell the difference between the smile she put on for Cynthia's sake and the one when she was truly happy. I loved seeing the latter.

It was this strength of character and selflessness that she showed which led me to admire and respect her. I thought she was the strongest person I knew with the possible exception of my parents. But then came a different aspect of how I felt about her that I did not have for my parents.

In the summer before our junior year in high school, Cynthia really started to fill out. She was always very pretty. Five foot five inches tall with long blonde hair that was almost always in a ponytail. She had beautiful blue eyes set in a round and adorable face. Her breasts were a 34-C. I looked at her bra once while she was in her bathroom showering.

We had changed in front of each other, but it was just friends seeing each other naked. I never had any kind of lust or desire for her.

I was more the ugly duckling to her swan. Five foot six inches tall, I was skinny and had very little curve in my torso. My auburn hair was straight and went down past my shoulder blades. I always had it loose.

Although Cynthia had her suitors, she never had a boyfriend. I do not know if it was because of the issues with her dad, but she was just never interested in any of the boys in our school. Usually when a boy was making a play for her, his friend would come along trying to run interference on me and allow his friend a solo chance to hit on Cynthia. When they finally gave up on Cynthia, that ended anything I had going as well. Those never meant much to me and I was never upset when they ended. I figured I'd find a guy at some point just like my mom did.

Much of Cynthia's senior year was spent looking at colleges. All of Elizabeth's hard work had also meant that she had some money put aside so that Cynthia would be able to go to the school she wanted without having to think too much about cost. Elizabeth could not have afforded Brown or Harvard, but Cynthia was not going to get into those schools anyway.

Elizabeth and Cynthia went away for a weekend here and there to look at various campuses. Ultimately, she did get into the private college that had a great business program and very good academics all around. My grades were not bad, but tuition was a non-starter for any four-year school. I signed up for the local community college. It was just a fact of life that Cynthia and I were finally going to be separated.

During the summer after graduation, Cynthia and I (now 18) did the adult thing and got part-time jobs. Most of the days we worked, our shifts would be in the evening so we had all day just to hang out together. Knowing that Cynthia was leaving at the end of August made it more important for us to spend as much time as possible together.

Cynthia's house had a fenced-in back yard. One day Cynthia and I were out back sunning ourselves in our skimpiest bathing suits, trying to get as much of an all over tan as we dared. It was a Tuesday at around 2:30 and we did not have work that night so we had plenty of time to soak up the sun. We were very surprised when Elizabeth came home and said hello to us in the back yard. Apparently, there had been a bad accident near her office and it had knocked down a utility pole and cut power for several blocks in town. No computers and no air conditioning meant that the office closed down early and everyone just got the rest of the afternoon free.

After talking with us for a bit, she left saying she was going to change and bring out some lemonade. Cynthia and I continued talking until I eventually heard, "Who wants a drink?" I turned to look over and my world stopped.

Cynthia was a very attractive girl. And while I had noticed it, I never felt an attraction to her. I certainly had noticed that Cynthia looked a lot like her mother Elizabeth, but until that moment I had not thought much about that fact either. However, as much as they looked alike, Cynthia was still a young girl. Elizabeth was a woman.

Elizabeth's long blonde hair was loose and framed her equally adorable face. Her eyes were just as sparkling blue and her smile was so warm as it always was. However, I guess I had just expected her to change into a light blouse and skirt instead of her more formal work attire. However, deciding she would join us, Elizabeth was in a very skimpy bikini of her own. It was a shimmering silver color and it was a vision that I can still see clearly in my mind to this day.

Elizabeth is five foot seven, so just a little taller than me. But as I was laying on a chaise, she was towering over me carrying out a lemonade pitcher and some tumblers on a tray. Her breasts were much larger and much fuller than Cynthia's. If Cynthia was a 34-C, Elizbeth must be a 38-D (actually a 38-DD but I don't want to get too far ahead of myself). The bikini top was doing its best to hold them in, but I could see the tops of her breasts and a lot of cleavage as she leaned down to put the tray on a table. Plus, there was also a lot of underboob showing as the top of the bikini was small.

Elizabeth's stomach was just as flat as Cynthia's and mine, but she was thirty-eight not seventeen. Her bikini bottoms were covering her privates but not by much. It was held up by ties on either of her hips. Those hips flared out from her thin waist giving her amazing curves. Knowing how straight my body ran from shoulder to hip, seeing her curves was incredible. There was only one word for it, "arousing."

As she walked over to get herself a chaise so she could lay down by us, I was able to see her from behind. The bikini bottom was not a g-string but I was still looking at a lot the flesh of her ass. It just seemed so round and perfect as she scooted backwards towards us, pulling the lounger.

We spent about an hour just talking about all sorts of things. I knew it would be rude to stare and I spent most of the time with my eyes closed so I would not be tempted. Besides, the image had been imprinted in my mind so I could "see" it all even with my eyes closed.

I will admit that this moment was born strictly out of lust. It came to be so much more and the lust was only one of many factors in how things developed. But I would be lying if I did not say that even after all these years and everything we have done together since then, I can still recall exactly how she looked in that bikini that day.

During the summer before Cynthia left for school, it was clear that Elizabeth was dreading the separation even more so than Cynthia. She started spending more time with us than she had previously. It annoyed Cynthia a little, but I enjoyed it immensely. We would play board games after dinner or watch movies. Elizabeth would always want Cynthia to sit with her on the couch. She would have Cynthia cuddle with her. Cynthia would protest a little but she too was starting to feel the anxiety of leaving for school and she would inevitably cuddle up with her mom.

I decided to be bold one day and after Cynthia had moved over to sit next to Elizabeth on the couch, I got up and sat down on the other side of Elizabeth and snuggled up against her as well. She was surprised at first but did not shoo me away. Eventually, she even put her arm around me as her other arm was around Cynthia. She stroked our hair and at one point took my hand in hers. I was over the moon.

The day Cynthia left for college; we hugged each other goodbye. While wrapped in each other's arms, she whispered to me "Keep an eye on my mom for me." I felt a little guilty because I had already decided that I was going to do that but for my own purposes.

That first Tuesday night after Cynthia left, I still went over to Elizabeth's house like I had been doing every Tuesday and Thursday for the last ten years. I waited until I was sure Elizabeth would be home and rang the bell. Elizabeth answered the door, but she was clearly in the midst of getting ready for a night out.

She said, "Oh, Rosemary. Hi. Um, I am going out on a date tonight sweetheart. It was awful nice of you to come though. It's always fun when you come over and I thought that with Cynthia at school I wouldn't get to see you as much."

"Well, I'd still like to come by Ms. Porter, although I can see tonight isn't a good night."

"No, not tonight dear. But please, come by on Thursday and we can spend some time together. The house is a bit lonely with Cythnia not here and I would love to have you visit if you don't mind hanging out with an old broad every now and then."

"Oh please, Ms. Porter. I love spending time with you and you are not an 'old broad' in any way, shape or form."

She smiled at that and said, "Well, if you don't think I'm an old broad, don't keep calling me Ms. Porter. Call me Elizabeth."

"Okay Elizabeth, I will see you on Thursday." I quickly turned because I knew that I was about to start crying and I did not want her to see me doing it. She had a date. Of course she had a date. She was so beautiful and every eligible bachelor in town (and maybe a few who weren't even bachelors) would be circling her like sharks frenzied by chum.

I went into my room and flopped on my bed. Only then did I finally let all my tears go. My mother popped her head in when she heard me while she was in the hall. "I know it's tough when you best friend is gone, but don't worry. Cynthia will be back soon enough. And you can write and call each other all the time. It will all work out honey. Just remember that." My mother had no idea why I was crying, but she ended up being right in the end.

Not exactly sure what to expect, I went back to Elizabeth's house on Thursday evening. She was dressed casually. Her tee-shirt was snug and when she turned around at one point, I could see the outline of her bra straps. She had on Capri pants that fit her curves but did not accentuate them and simple canvas sneakers. She seemed very happy to see me and I focused on her smile. This was her happy smile and it always made me feel happy when I saw that smile.

I sat at the kitchen table while she made a simple meat and pasta meal on the stove. "Rosemary, I am so glad you came over. I wanted to talk about my date and I really didn't have anyone to talk to about it."

I really did not want to talk about that, but she seemed so excited to talk about the date and it would have been rude to have declined. Trying to sound excited as well, I asked, "Did you have a good time?"

"Not really, no. He spent so much time talking about himself and how successful he was and how important he was. It was maddening."

Elizabeth had not looked up from the food on the stove, but I noticed she began using a lot more force to move it around the pan as she was stirring. It was clear she had not had a good time and was getting annoyed reliving it as well.

I hated that she was unhappy and so I tried to make her feel better. "Well, he was going out with you. So, he was probably so overwhelmed when he saw how beautiful you are and realized how great you are, he probably got worried he was not good enough for you and got defensive trying to justify why you should stay on the date."

She turned from the food on the stove and looked at me. She said, "So you think my beauty overwhelmed him?"

"Yeah, of course it did."

"That's nice of you to say sweetheart." She turned back to the food and started to chuckle a little. She also eased up on how hard she was stirring the meal. Then she asked, "So you think he was trying to make himself seem worthy of me?"

"I am sure that's what it was."

"I like that." She laughed a little more but then the meal was ready and we sat down and ate.

After dinner we sat on the couch and talked a lot about how my school was going and we compared notes on what Cynthia had told each of us. It was getting toward the end of the night when Elizabeth asked, "So, this guy wants to go on a second date. I was thinking of telling him no, but maybe I should give him a second chance. Maybe he would be more relaxed on a second date."

"I guess so." I was kicking myself now. I wanted her to feel good about herself, but I certainly was not trying to have her go out with him again. But at that point, what could I say?

Elizabeth seemed to think for a little bit and then said, "Okay, I think I will give him a second chance. But I also want to say how great it was having you here tonight. I would love to keep having the Tuesday and Thursday visits like you've always done, so I will make sure there are no more dates on those days. That is if you still want to come?"

"YES." I said way too loud and way too fast. Fortunately, that just made her smile.

We both got up and walked to the front door. As I was ready to leave, Elizabeth gave me a one-armed hug and said, "Thanks for coming over and thank you for talking to me. I feel much better now and I will call him for that second date."

"No problem, Elizabeth. Glad I could help. See you Tuesday."

"See you Tuesday Ro." A shiver went up my spine with her calling me by Cynthia's nickname for me. As I walked home though, my feelings went back and forth over two things that came out of this night. First, when I tried to convince her that guy was not in her league, she took what I said as a reason for a second date. That was not what I had wanted to do. Second, Elizabeth had wanted to keep having me come over to see her. She was even going to make sure she did not have dates on our nights together. That night as I lay in bed, I decided to focus on the latter.

When I went over to Elizabeth's house that next Tuesday, I was feeling very conflicted. I did not want Elizabeth to have had a bad time on her date or to be unhappy. At the same time, if she got serious dating someone, I was sure I would lose my Tuesday and Thursday nights.

We cooked dinner together and cleaned up when we were done. The whole time during the meal, the topic of her date never came up. We went out to the living room and sat on the couch. We sat at opposite ends leaning up against the arm rests and facing each other. Elizabeth smiled and said, "So you haven't asked me."

I looked at her and said, "About what?" although I knew what she meant.

"My second date."

"Oh yeah, how did that go?"

"Actually, it was awful. Turns out he really is just a pretentious, arrogant bore who just loves himself. All he did was talk about his favorite subject, him."

Now I felt terrible for a different reason. Although I had not meant to do it, I had somehow talked her into that second date and it was a disaster. I said, "Elizabeth, I am so sorry."

She smiled though and said, "No, sweetheart. You have no reason to apologize. You tried to see the good in him. You always try to see the good in things and people. It's a rare gift and it is getting even rarer nowadays. Don't ever change that, Rosemary. It is one of the things that makes you the very special person you are."

We talked for another hour or so, but I do not remember any of it. She had said I was special. What's more, she said there were a number of things that made me special. More and more I was beginning to imagine a future where the two of us were together. That idea took another huge step forward two days later.

When I knocked on Elizabeth's door on Thursday, I heard her shout, "Come on in Rosemary." I entered the house and saw her flopped on the couch. She was still in her work clothes and looked like she had been awake for three days. Her suit jacket was thrown over the back of the chair and she had two buttons open on her blouse. If she had only opened one more, I probably would have been able to get a good look at some cleavage. "Oh well, maybe some other time." I thought.

Once I got past that initial disappointment I said, "Are you okay, Elizabeth?"

"Sweetheart, I am beat. It was a very stressful day from the second I walked into the office through the whole drive home. I am exhausted."

"Well, then you just stay right there. You've taken care of me plenty of times so let me return the favor." She smiled but otherwise did not move so I took that as permission to proceed.

She continued to stay in a mostly seated position on the couch with her eyes closed. I said, "What about Thai food?" She smiled again and nodded her head although her eyes remained closed. I got out my phone, went on one of my apps and presto, we had dinner on the way.

She looked so tired just sitting on the couch. My first instinct was just to do something nice for her. I moved behind the couch, put my hands on her shoulders and began to give her a massage. The first movement of my hands caused Elizabeth to moan. It was not a sexual moan but it was a pleasurable moan.

That also caused me to fully appreciate the situation. Not only was I touching her in a sort of intimate way, but I had given her pleasure doing it. I did it again and was again rewarded with another moan. I kept massaging her shoulders. She was not moaning all the time, but I definitely noticed her taking some deep breaths and I could feel the tension in her shoulders unwinding.

I gathered up her hair and pulled it off to one side, exposing her neck. I had been getting aroused while I had been massaging her shoulders, but looking at her neck actually made my vagina tingle. I almost leaned down and put my lips on her skin but realized that it would be way too much. I did momentarily think, "Someday."

I put my fingers on her neck and started to massage her there as well. I was much lighter and just using my fingertip on her neck. As my fingers were making little circles across her skin she said, "Rosemary, this feels amazing. Thank you so much sweetheart."

I moved back to her shoulders, using my full hands and rubbing more forcefully. I would start right at the arm joint and work my way in, going back to just using my fingers when I was back at her neck.

Finally, I decided that maybe I would massage her head. In order to get a good position, I was leaning over the couch and thus over her. I was now able to look right down her blouse at her luscious breasts. Although she did have a bra one, I was able to see the round swells of part of each breast and the cleavage in the middle. Again, the urge to attack her was present, although I was able to again keep it in check.

I took just two fingers from each hand and began making little circles across her temple. When my fingers touched her skin there, her eyes finally bolted open. I was right above her when her pupils caught my own. I had not yet figured out exactly what I saw in her eyes at that moment. Then, the doorbell rang.

This made both of us jump a little and I went to the door to pay for the food and brought it into the dining room table. Elizabeth came out of the kitchen with plates and silverware, and one of the buttons on her blouse re-buttoned.

The magic of the moment seemed to have dissipated. Maybe it was never really there except in my own head. We finished dinner and spent some more time chatting before I finally went home.

When I arrived on the following Tuesday, things were a little different. Elizabeth had been home for a little while and had changed. Her tee-shirt was very open. Almost her entire shoulder was bare and it was scooped up front so a fair amount of cleavage was showing. She clearly had a strapless bra so I could not see her nipples against the shirt. She was sitting on the couch again when I came in and she beckoned me to her.

She said, "Dinner is in the oven but I do have a favor while we are waiting."

"Sure Elizabeth, what can I do?"

"The other day when you were massaged my shoulders and neck, that felt so good and was so relaxing for me. Would you be okay doing that again?"

"Definitely Elizabeth. Just sit like you did on the couch and I can do that while dinner finishes cooking."

I wanted to make Elizabeth feel good and relaxed. At the same time, this was enticing for me. I was able to have my hands playing across more of Elizabeth's skin then the last time. The sensation of skin-on-skin contact was intoxicating for me. Also, the tee shirt that she was wearing gave me a much better look down into her cleavage. I was able to see much more of the curve of her breasts. I could feel my panties starting to get wet and I just hoped Elizabeth would not smell my arousal.

Elizabeth was clearly enjoying this as well. She would take a deep breath every now and then. There was even an occasional moan when my fingers dug into her shoulders and unwound the knots she had. I was happy that she was enjoying it although I was enjoying it more.

The massages became a regular thing when I would go over to Elizabeth's house. Unfortunately, things were not progressing further. Dinner would be ready and we would eat, clean up and sit on the couch and talk for a while. It seemed that for Elizabeth, our chats were just about relaxation after a long day. For me, they were an erotic interlude and each night after a visit with Elizabeth I would masturbate like crazy imagining what it would be like to take the massage to the next level. Reaching into Elizabeth's tee shirt or even taking the shirt off entirely so I could get my hands on the tits I was ogling the entire time I was massaging her shoulders and neck.

She had two more dates before Thanksgiving. Neither had been particularly enjoyable for her and she did not see either guy a second time. That year Thanksgiving was the earliest it can be (in the States, Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday in November. So, when November 1 is a Thursday, Thanksgiving is November 22. When the first Thursday is November 7, Thanksgiving is November 28). A couple of my older siblings were going to be at their in-laws' homes for the Holiday. With a less crowded house, mom invited Elizabeth and Cynthia for dinner.

Mom sat Cynthia and I together but I made sure Elizabeth was on my other side. More than once, my fingers touched Elizabeth's hand as we passed plates and bowls. I never saw a reaction from her but each time I had a small jolt go through my body. It was an extra treat for which I was very thankful.

Cynthia was home for the weekend and we got to spend a lot of time catching up. We talked a lot at the beginning of the semester but as her workload increased our calls became less frequent. Cynthia asked me about her mom's dates and I filled her in on the newest information. I hoped Cynthia did not notice the glee in my voice when I mentioned that, with the exception of the first guy, she had not gone on a second date with anyone.

Even though she is my best friend, I was a little disappointed being in the house and not spending time with Elizabeth. I even convinced Cynthia that we should hang with her mother for a little bit. "She misses you so much and I feel guilty keeping you all to myself." At least that's what I told Cynthia.

"You wouldn't mind spending time with my mom?"

"Heck no. We're becoming good friends ourselves." I also did not mention how much I wanted to be more than friends since we were talking about her mother.

We spent some time with Elizabeth before Cynthia had to go back to school. I know that Elizabeth was happy to be spending time with Cynthia, but I would like to think she was also happy about spending time with me. That gave me a little more confidence for another bold move.

The next Tuesday, Cynthia was back at school and I went over to see Elizabeth. She had to work on dinner so there was no pre-meal massage. When we had finished eating and cleaning up from the meal, we went into the living room to talk for a while as usual.

We had just sat down when Elizabeth said, "Rosemary, we didn't have a chance earlier, but I am really stiff today and if you don't mind, I would love it if you could rub my shoulders and neck for a little bit."

"Sure, happy to do it." If she only knew how happy I would be making myself later that night imagining my hands going over her body.

We talked as I was massaging her and Elizabeth mentioned the fact that none of her dates had gone well since she got back into the dating scene. I took a chance.

"You should go on a date with me."

"What, sweetheart?"

"You should go on a date with me. The Drama department is putting on A Midsummer Night's Dream this weekend. There's a show at 7:00pm on Saturday. I bet you'd have more fun with me than with all these jokers you've been with so far."

"That's sounds lovely, Rosemary. A date it is." I could tell from her voice she was not really considering it a "date" in the typical sense. But she was going to go somewhere with me. Just me. Not Cynthia and me, but just me. And it would be at night. I would make it as much of a date as I could.

We made plans to get a brief bite to eat at the café on campus before the play. Then we would stop for cake and coffee at the diner on the way home.

When I went to pick her up at 5:00pm Saturday night, she let me in and said she needed a few more minutes to be ready. She hurried up the stairs and about ten minutes later she came down. She was dressed casually, but that didn't stop her from looking amazing. Her hair styled to frame her beautiful face. She just had a basic top, but it pushed out over her wonderful breasts. She was wearing tight jeans which did accentuate her stellar ass. Her makeup was done perfectly, highlighting her lovely eyes and plump lips and her perfume smelled of lilacs.

At that moment I realized that I had not seen her dressed up for any of her other dates. And I am sure her outfit was a bit more formal on those occasions. But she still made an effort to look good for my date as well. And while she had not really considered it as such, I dared to hope that maybe subconsciously she was thinking about our night out as an actual date.

I had my meal card to pay for our dinner at the café. Since I was a student, I had been able to buy the tickets ahead of time. We sat in the dark auditorium and watched the play. There were little breaks in between the acts of the play and we talked a little during them.

The play does have some sexual tension between two of the main characters and at one point, Elizabeth's hand was on the handrest between our seats. I thought about putting my hand on Elizabeth's. Maybe fortune would have favored this bold move but I chickened out. Soon after, she moved her hand and the opportunity never came up again.

The play was pretty good and we went to the diner for our cake and coffee. I was not as animated as Elizabeth was because I was still mad at myself for not taking her hand. She sensed my mood and asked me if I hadn't enjoyed the play. That led to more discussion and I managed to pull myself together. She seemed to have enjoyed herself and I did not want to put any kind of a damper on that.

When we got to her house, I stopped the car and walked her up to the stoop at the front door. Elizabeth turned to me and said, "Rosemary, I have to say I had a really fun time tonight. This really was the best date I've had in a very long time."

"That's wonderful Elizabeth. I am so glad to hear you say that. You are such a wonderful person and you deserve to have all the happiness in the world. I am happy I was able to give you some tonight."

"Well, thank you sweetheart. That is such a lovely thing for you to say and you definitely made me happy." And she looked at me with those beautiful eyes. And because I was still a little mad at myself for not being bold earlier, this time I went for the bold move. I quickly took a step up on the stoop so that I was now level with her and I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

It was no more than a peck, but it was lip to lip contact. I quickly stepped back down and said, "Well, good night. I'll see you on Tuesday." Elizabeth had not moved from the spot as I turned to leave. As I had pulled away from her right after the kiss, I noticed that her eyes had gone wide. But the look I saw was one of surprise; not fear or horror. I took that as a good sign.

I was halfway down the walk when she finally called after me, "Good night, Rosemary, see you Tuesday." It was the briefest of kisses but I was on cloud nine.

Unfortunately, Tuesday brought me right back to reality. By now there was no discussion about a massage, it was just expected. When Elizabeth said that dinner was in the oven, I went right behind the couch and started rubbing her shoulders. She really did enjoy this and she always thanked me as if I were doing something special for her. She did not know I was enjoying it as much as she was.

During dinner I found out that she had another date that coming Friday. The news struck me to the core. I had hoped that the good night kiss was the start of something. As I left that night, I feigned some school project that would keep me away for Thursday. I did not want to be there knowing that she was going to be having a date the next night.

The following Tuesday Cynthia would be home for Winter break. There would not be any possible time for just Elizabeth and me and I was left to wonder what might have been if I had just reached out for her hand at the play.

It was great to have Cynthia back and we spent a lot of time together. But I tried to find ways to include Elizabeth in the mix as well. At times, Cynthia seemed a little annoyed but I told her that she needed to have time with her mom because Elizabeth missed her as much as I did. That seemed to satisfy her. I was being a little deceitful as I was looking for an excuse to have time with Elizabeth as well.

There was a slightly awkward moment when Elizabeth came home from work one day. Cynthia and I were sitting at opposite ends of the couch. The television was on but neither of us was watching it and we were just talking about our different classes for the upcoming semester. Elizabeth plopped down in between us and closed her eyes as she said, "What an exhausting day that was." Without even thinking about it, I got right up, went behind the couch and started giving her a massage.

Cynthia was surprised but did not say anything at first. I quickly added, "I do this for her every now and then when she's had a tough day at work. Just a little to help her de-stress."

Elizabeth continued to just sit where she landed and still did not open her eyes, but she added, "Yeah, it is so nice for you to do this Rosemary."

I felt her tension easing, but she did not make any sounds this time. Whether it was just not as good or whether she became self-conscious with Cynthia there I was not sure. In the end, I never got past her shoulders when Elizabeth finally opened her eyes, she got off the couch and went upstairs to change. When she came back downstairs, she went right into the kitchen to make dinner and nothing more was said about the massage.

During that dinner, Cynthia did interrogate her mother about her dating. It was not a topic I would have chosen. Elizabeth tried to keep it light and humorous, but things had not gone well for her at all and she was hiding a bit of sadness. I was very conflicted because while I hated to see Elizabeth sad, I was not unhappy that she had not found someone yet. It still gave me a chance.

The first Tuesday after Cynthia went back to school, Elizabeth and I were back to our old routine. Dinner was cooking in the oven and I was standing behind the couch massaging Elizabeth. I had moved from her shoulders to her neck when she sighed and said, "I really missed this." Elizabeth was clearly relaxed and enjoying what I was doing so I decided to take another chance.

"Elizabeth, I felt really bad when you were talking to Cynthia about how your dating has been going. You tried to make light of the situation, but I can tell that it is bothering you, at least a little. Hasn't there been any time you had a good night out."

"Actually Rosemary, the night we went out was probably the only good date I have had."

"So maybe we should go on a date."

"You mean go out somewhere?"

"Not just go out but actually go on an official date. I want to take you to a nice restaurant and I want to pay for dinner. A real restaurant, with a waitress and cloth napkins and we'd have to get dressed up."

"Oh Rosemary, that is so sweet of you to ask but you don't have to do that, honestly."

"Elizabeth, I want to. You deserve to have a fun night out and have a good time. And I've already shown you that I can do that for you. And besides, you just said it yourself, I'm the best date you've had. Why not give me a second chance?"

Elizabeth leaned forward and turned around with a big smile on her face. "Alright, Rosemary. I accept. When do you want to go on this date?"

"How about Saturday night?"

"I am looking forward to it."

"Great. When I come over Thursday, I'll let you know all the plans and we'll have a great time." Just then the buzzer went off in the kitchen signifying that dinner was ready. As we ate, we just talked about normal stuff, her work and my school. We did not discuss the date anymore that evening.

Thursday, I let her know the plan of where we would go and what time I would pick her up. We also talked about what we would each be wearing so as not to have any wardrobe issues. Elizabeth did try to back out at one point, suggesting that it would look unusual for the two of us to be out at a restaurant on a date. I just told her that no one else would know it was a date. We would just sit across from each other and talk like we always did at dinner, only this time it would just be fancier.

When I went home that night, I masturbated to a fantasy where I crawled under the table and made Elizabeth cum very loudly in front of the whole restaurant. I had no intention of being that bold, but it was fun to imagine and led to my own massive orgasm. I had to bury my head in my pillow to make sure I did not let my whole house hear what I was pretending the restaurant was hearing.

When I went to ask for the keys to use the car, my mother questioned me about how dressed up I was to go out to dinner with Elizabeth. I just told her it was just fun to dress up.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were going on a date with Mrs. Porter?"

"Oh, come on Mom. I told you I'm not dating until I finish school." Once I had finished high school, my mother had started to press me about why I never seemed to be dating or even looking to date. I could not very well tell her that I was trying to get Elizabeth Porter to date me, so I told her that I wanted to concentrate on college and I would start dating when I finally got a real job. That answer seemed to satisfy her as she wanted me to do well in school. It also kept her from asking any questions about my going over to Elizabeth's house twice a week.

I pulled up to Elizabeth's house and walked up to the front door. I was feeling pretty good about how I looked. I was wearing a green cocktail dress with short sleeves. The hem ended just above the knee. It was loose and floaty. I did not have any hosiery and my shoes with modest heels matching my dress. When I rang the doorbell, Elizabeth called for me to come in and I opened the door.

Oh! My! God! She must have just finished putting on her shoes as I came in because she was just standing up from the couch. And she was an absolute vision of beauty. Her bright blue dress was sleeveless and had thin straps. Her blond hair cascaded across her shoulders. The front of her dress was open so that one could see a lot of her chest, but it ended right where her cleavage started. The bodice was very tight, hugging the curves of her body. It fell to her knees, showing off some (but to my mind not enough) of her legs. She was wearing tan stockings or pantyhose (I never found out which) and her shoes, matching her dress, had four-inch heels. She towered over me in all her loveliness. She was naturally attractive but her makeup accentuated every facet of her gorgeous face. She was the epitome of beauty. And she was my date.

The dinner went well. I noticed the heads turning to look at her as we were led to our table. However, the only thing drawing attention was her. I do not know for sure what people thought, but my best guess is they thought I was probably Elizabeth's step-daughter which is why I was so less attractive then her.

There was a little look of surprise when the waitress placed the check in front of Elizabeth and I picked it up and gave her my credit card. Even then, I doubt that alone would have caused the waitress to suddenly realize this was a date. To her it was probably just a step-daughter taking her mother out for maybe a birthday.

On the drive home, Elizabeth did make some comment about people looking and wondered if people thought it was strange for a beautiful young girl to take an older woman on a date. While I appreciated her attempt to give me a compliment, I could not help but offer what I felt was a far more accurate picture. "Elizabeth, they were staring at you because of how stunning you look. They had no idea if I was beautiful or young or even if I was a girl because all they saw was you."

"Thank you, sweetheart, but that is not true. You look so pretty and I am sure there were a lot of people jealous because of who I had as my date." She was being so nice and I did not want to argue with her, although I know my version was more accurate.

When we got to the house, she invited me in for coffee. This time I accepted and we went into the house. I sat on the couch and waited for her to bring in our drinks. We talked about the evening shouting between the kitchen and the living room until Elizabeth came into the room carrying the two cups.

After taking a sip of my coffee, I put the cup down on the table in front of the couch. Elizabeth still had her cup in her hand and I had to wait for my moment because I had a plan. Once I saw her leaning to put her cup down, I put my plan into motion. As soon as I heard the clink of the cup on the table, I slid over right in front of Elizabeth. As she straightened back up, I put my arms around her and gave her a full kiss on the lips.

This was not a quick peck like that night on the front porch. I put some passion into it and I kept going. I was taking it as a good sign when she did not pull back. However, she was not responding either. I thought maybe it was shock and now that it had to be getting to be around fifteen or twenty seconds, I was about to pull back myself. Then, the most wonderful thing in the world happened; she kissed back.

For the next two minutes, I was on cloud nine. This strong, wonderful, sexy woman was kissing me, hard. She was matching my passion and her lips moved across mine. They were so soft and she moved them with purpose. It was intoxicating. And as if things couldn't get better, I felt her tongue lightly run across my own lips. I immediately opened my mouth, inviting it in.

Elizabeth accepted the invitation and slid her tongue into my mouth searching for my own tongue. The moment her tongue touched mine I jumped and a shock ran through my entire body. I began to curl my tongue around hers and we continued this little dance for the rest of the kiss.

Unfortunately, it ended suddenly when Elizabeth pulled back. I opened my eyes (my mouth still open and my tongue still searching for its partner) and noticed she looked flustered and guilty. She lunged for her coffee and drained the cup. Then she stood up and without even asking took my cup as well and went out to the kitchen. I could hear her putting the cups in the dishwasher.

When Elizabeth came back out to the living room, I would describe her look as "determined." She said, "Well, Rosemary, I had a great time tonight. It was fun getting dressed up and going to dinner. You should get home now before your parents start to get worried. I'm actually feeling pretty tired so I am going to head right to sleep. Can you show yourself out? Thanks sweetheart. Good night."

And just like that she went up the stairs. It had been a glorious two minutes, but it was all over. I managed to stand up and start moving. I turned off all the lights and left the house to go back home. Elizabeth had certainly been very flustered by what we had done. What I did not know was what she was thinking at that moment. She got me out of the house quickly, which I did not take as a good sign. But as I lay in my bed that night, one though did make me hopeful, she had kissed back.

That weekend when I was talking with Cynthia on the phone, she asked if her mother had had a date that week. I played coy saying, "I am not aware of her meeting anyone new."

Cynthia responded, "Okay. She just sounded a little spacy when I spoke to her earlier. Like her mind was somewhere else. Everything she had told me about work had been good so I was thinking whatever had her out of sync must have been something personal."

"Well, sorry. I am not sure what's up." And that was technically true, I did not know for certain. But I did have a legitimate guess. I did spend time that night thinking about how if this all went south, it might ruin my friendship with Cynthia. She was my best friend and I loved her, just not the way I loved Elizabeth. By the time I went to sleep I had no doubt what I wanted and what I was willing to risk. The problem was I knew it was not just up to me.

Tuesday night came along and I was not sure what this night would be like. I really wanted to have a serious relationship with Elizabeth. I also understood the reality that she might not want to have such a relationship with me. Still, part of me clung to the fact that she had kissed me very passionately. It did seem as if she wanted something.

When I got to the front door I rang the bell. Usually, Elizabeth would just call for me to come in so I was on autopilot as I reached for the door. I was surprised to find it locked. I waited for Elizabeth to come and open the door.

When she opened it, she did seem a bit out of sorts. She had changed out of her work clothes, but she seemed to make a point of covering up her body. If she had worn any makeup to work, she had already removed it. Her hair was in an up ponytail. If I didn't know any better, I would say she was trying to not look beautiful. She never understood that was always going to be a lost cause for her, no matter what she did.

Elizabeth opened the door for me to come in but immediately said, "Rosemary, we need to talk. Please sit down." I sat on the couch and she went to an armchair putting distance between us. It was certainly not an encouraging sign for me.

Elizabeth surprised me when the first thing she said was, "Rosemary I have to apologize to you?"

"Why?"

"Well, I think maybe I have been taking advantage of you."

"Elizabeth, I have no idea what you are talking about or how it is you are supposed to be taking advantage of me." In my own head I was thinking, "You haven't been taking advantage of me, but I wish you would."

"With Cynthia gone, I have been very lonely. I've tried to go on a few dates, but you know how they've all turned out."

I got a little defensive about this and said, "I think you've had at least two of them that went pretty well."

That seemed to sting her a little and she said, "Well, that's what I mean. I did have a very good time with you and I enjoyed it so much I think I missed some signs I should have seen. I did not intend to do it but I think I might have inadvertently fed into a little crush I think you have been developing with me."

I stopped her right there. "Elizabeth, NO! You are way off so let me set you straight. I don't have a crush on you, I'm in love with you. I know I may be young, but this is not some girlish flirtation. They are adult feelings and I am very serious about this. These feelings are real and they are not new.

"This began years ago. I would occasionally see you walking toward the house when you would get home from work. And you'd be tired and run down from a long day. But when you came through the door you were all happy and smiling and chipper. I may have been young but I could tell what you were doing. You were putting up a front for Cynthia. You never let her see how hard it was to be a single parent or how much it took out of you to work all day and have to come home and take care of her and this house. And I loved you for it. I loved what you were doing for my best friend. I was so impressed with your strength and your character doing all that for your daughter.

"And I'll admit that some of it came last summer when Cynthia and I were out by the pool sunning ourselves. And you came out and joined us in that silver bikini. You are an amazingly beautiful woman and I confess that I was so attracted to you physically at that moment. I have spent a lot of time thinking about what I would love to do to your body and how much pleasure I would want to give you. I know it would be spectacular for me and I would want to make it as spectacular for you as well. You have always taken care of Cynthia and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.

"These last few months when it's just been you and I have only enhanced my feelings and confirmed my thoughts about how special you are and how I cannot even imagine anyone else being so wonderful and beautiful and strong.

"So, these feelings are real. They are not some girlish crush and they haven't just popped up. They are very much adult feelings which have been growing over several years. And look, I know how crazy it seems. You are this truly fantastic and gorgeous woman who can have pretty much anyone you want. So why would you want to be with a plain Jane like me? Just because what I want is completely unrealistic doesn't mean I don't feel it to the very roots of my soul.

"If you cannot feel the same way I understand that. Knowing how I feel does not have to end the friendship we have been developing. I certainly hope that at this point I am not just your daughter's best friend but that we are friends. And even if you told me right now that you would never want to be anything more than friends, I would still want to come over twice a week and spend time with you. Not just because I love you but because you are my friend."

I had not planned to say all that and I was shocked that I had. It was her trying to call these intense feelings that had been growing inside of me for several years a crush. It had made me feel like she still saw me as a little kid. I did not want her to see me that way whatever else happened. So, I had just kind of raged out loud.

I looked at her and I could not read her reaction. We sat in silence for at least ten seconds so I stood up and with significantly more calm said, "Elizabeth, I know I just dumped a whole lot of stuff on you. I am going to go home now, but I will come back on Thursday unless you call me and tell me not to come. I want you to really think about all I just said and we can talk about it then. But I do want to leave you with one more thing to put into your head as you think about all this. It may sound completely crazy, dating your daughter's best friend. But Saturday night, you kissed me back. And that wasn't just a momentary slip because maybe you're lonely. That was intense, passionate kissing. You meant to do that. You wanted to do that."

I turned and walked out the door. Even though I had told her to think about what I'd said, I did a lot of thinking about it over those next two days myself. In the end, I was glad I had said it. Every word was true. And if this were never going to go anywhere, I would be better off knowing that now. One thing that was strange, I was not worried about losing Elizabeth's friendship. However, I was a little worried about possibly losing Cynthia's. At some point she was going to find out about my feelings for her mother and I did not know how she was going to react to that.

When I went over to Elizabeth's house on Thursday, I could tell right away this was not going to be just another night hanging out. Once again, she answered the door instead of calling me in. Elizabeth had already changed out of her work clothes and she was in more comfortable clothes but they also covered her up. Again, she had gone out of her way to not be attractive. The last thing I noticed was there was no smell of dinner wafting through the air.

"Rosemary, I was wondering if we could talk for a bit?" Her tone was unmistakenly serious.

"That's fine Elizabeth." I said and we walked over to the couch.

When we got there, Elizabeth sat at one end, up against the armrest. I sat on the middle cushion so we were close but not too close. She looked into my eyes for a few seconds then looked down. She clearly was trying to steel herself to say what she had prepared for me.

On Tuesday night, I interrupted her mid-speech. I felt I had to. Tonight, I could see the turmoil in her and the last thing I wanted to do was cause her pain or stress. I resolved that I would do my best to let her say her piece without interruption. That did not mean I would not offer counter-arguments when she was done.

"Rosemary, I want to start off by thanking you for the things you said the other night. I am sure it was not easy for you to open your heart up like that. And I would be lying if I said that some part of me did not enjoy having such a beautiful, young, intelligent woman like yourself say such complimentary things to me.

"And I accept that how you feel about me is genuine and sincere. And that those feelings are not some childish crush. I am honored that you feel that way about me.

"It is true that things were hard at first when Cynthia's father left us and I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. But I never wanted her to know that. And with you here a lot I did not want you to know it either. It meant so much to me that you were here all the time, helping to keep Cynthia happy and distracted from how things were going. I wanted everything to stay normal for her and they did. And you were a big part of that.

"Now to find out all these years later that you knew all along that I was putting up a front. That you knew it was hard and taking a toll on me. I wasn't doing it for appreciation. In fact, I was doing it so that I wouldn't be appreciated, if you see what I mean. I didn't want it to be noticed because then Cynthia would have known everything and I was trying to shield her from that. The whole point of the exercise was to keep things normal for her. But to hear that you saw it, and that you did appreciate what I was trying to do and that part of your feelings for me comes from that... I always felt good about doing that but I feel even better about it now.

"These last few months have brought us together in a way I never expected. You are not just my daughter's best friend but you are my best friend as well. I am so happy to spend time with you. It's great to just hang out and talk and be around you. I value your friendship very much. I really do not want to lose it. If I am being honest, I was a little jealous of all the time you spent with Cynthia when she was home from school. And I was so happy that you included me in some of that time. Not just because I wanted to spend time with my daughter, which I did. But I also wanted to spend time with you.

"Rosemary you are a young and attractive woman. I sometimes don't think you really understand just how physically beautiful you are. But the fact is you truly are just as beautiful on the inside. You are kind and generous and thoughtful of others. You have a really big heart and you are going to make someone very happy someday.

"And again, while I appreciate the sincerity of you how you feel about me, I frankly don't understand it. I am older and not really in my prime. I would have more expected that we would be having a similar conversation about you having feelings for Cynthia. I know she is my daughter and I am probably biased but she is stunningly beautiful. I don't know if I looked as good as her when I was her age. I know I certainly don't look that good now.

"Sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is hurt you in any way. And I said, the friendship that we have developed has become very important to me and I do not want to lose that. The relationship we have right now means so very much to me. But taking this to another level, a romantic level... I can't do that.

"I don't want you to misconstrue this as something against you. But we are just breaking too many societal norms here. There's the age thing, the two women thing, you're my daughter's best friend thing. What would Cynthia say? What would your parents say? What would everyone say? It's not that I am not flattered by the fact that you feel the way you do. It's just impractical."

She looked at me pleadingly. It was important to her that I understood. Only one thing she had said surprised me and the rest I had expected. I had not been idle these last forty-eight hours while she was preparing this speech. So, I was ready for my response.

"Elizabeth, I don't really know why it is that I have fallen in love with you and not Cynthia. I do love her and she has been my best friend forever. And I agree she is incredibly beautiful. But I just don't feel that way about her. I don't feel that way about anyone except you. So, I don't really have an answer for you about that except that it is you that I have fallen in love with, not her.

"As for the rest of it, you've told me a lot of why other people might have a problem with us having a romantic relationship but you did not say you had a problem with it. Your hesitation is based on other people's reasons, not your own.

"I understand that there might be issues and problems and pushback from people if we had the kind of relationship I am seeking. All I can say is that because of how I feel, I don't care. How I feel about you is far too important to me to let their concerns or my concerns about their concerns override my feelings.

"And I know you are not where I am yet. I just want us to have a chance to maybe get there. For now, all we need to know is what do you want? Forget about all the other stuff for a moment and just look into your own heart and tell me what you want. Because I think you do want this. I felt how you kissed me the other night. Even with all those concerns in your mind, you knocked my socks off with that kiss. So how do you expect me to believe that you don't want this as well?"

"The problem Rosemary is that every instinct in me is telling me we should not do this." Then she paused for a moment, looked me in the eyes, and said, "It's just that despite all those concerns, you are very hard for me to resist."

"Then don't." was all I said to her. I watched her continue to look at me. I don't know exactly how long it was but it seemed like a long time. Suddenly her eyes changed. There was a flame that seemed to instantly erupt in her eyes. And she lunged at me.

The power of her onslaught pushed me backwards on the couch. She was lying on top of me and her lips were searching for mine. I quickly recovered and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her down on top of me. I bore her full weight as I sank into the couch cushion but I did not care.

Her frenzied reaction had initially caused her lips to be all over my face but as I crushed her into me, our mouths finally met. She jammed her tongue into my mouth and I was happy to welcome it. As our tongues made contact, it immediately slowed her down. Her kisses became slow and sensuous. Our lips and tongues moving it a dance together that was filled with passion.

On a few occasions I felt a pause and when I opened my eyes, Elizabeth was looking at me. Her eyes seemed filled with joy and her smile was warm and loving. After a few seconds, she would close her eyes and her mouth would move down toward mine and we would resume our soft and steady kissing.

I don't know exactly how long we did this. It finally ended when my stomach let out a very loud growl and we broke the kiss to laugh. I had arrived at her house just about six o'clock that evening and it was now almost eight. I know we had talked for a while but that still meant a very long time that we passionately kissed each other.

It was too late to bother with making dinner so we ordered pizza. While we had to wait for the delivery, we each took a turn in the bathroom and we set up plates and drinks for dinner. We did not say a word to each other. Every so often we would make eye contact and giggle a bit. It was not until the pizza arrived that the spell was broken and we spent the meal talking about regular stuff with no mention of our conversation or the events that followed.

When the meal was over, Elizabeth pushed her seat back from the table and asked me to sit facing her. I went over and straddled her legs and sat down on her lap. She reached around me and held me in position with her arms.

"Rosemary, I've been going on dates to find someone I could connect with. Someone who could hold a conversation with me. I wanted to have fun when I was with them and really enjoyed their company. And if they thought I was still pretty, well... I wouldn't mind that either. And the only person who has checked all those boxes has been you. And it has been the same when we have just spent time together during the week as well.

"You are this amazing person and I will confess to you that I have been having some feelings for you these last few months. Romantic type feelings. When you would give me those massages, feeling your hands working over my body... it was sometimes erotic. But I suppressed those feelings for a number of reasons. I did not know that you felt the way you do and I thought I was just being silly thinking like that. Plus, as you say there are all those outside factors about how other people would react to a relationship with me as a more mature woman and you a young, seemingly impressionable girl.

"And now I know how you feel. And I know you have thought about this and it is not something you are being lured into but it is something you very much want yourself. And I guess I wish I had your courage to be able to just not care what anyone else would think about it. But I don't.

"You and I would know the truth, but no one else would and they would make assumptions about us and they would mostly be bad about me. I am not ready to face that just yet.

"The thing is I meant it when I said it has been really hard to resist you. I can't tell you the number of times I've wanted to pull you around the couch while you were rubbing my shoulders and kiss you like we just did. Mostly, I did not do it because I was afraid I would scare you off if I did. But some of it was also what other people would say about it even if you were willing.

"Now I know you actually want to be with me. It's just, I want to be honest with you and be perfectly clear, I still have some reservations from what you called outside sources. I am not ready to commit to you fully the way you say you are willing to fully commit to me. And I might not ever get to that place."

I said, "What I am hearing is that you do have some feelings for me. They are not as strong as the ones I have for you, but there is something there. I just want to give those feelings a chance to grow. And if you feel that the scrutiny of us having a relationship would keep those feelings from growing, what if we just don't let anyone else know?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Not exactly. But at least it gives me a chance for what I want. A chance for what I want us to have. It's certainly better than no chance at all. And again, part of you clearly wants that chance as well."

"Like I said, it is hard for me to resist you." I smiled and leaned in toward her and she tilted her head and met my lips with her own.

We continued to kiss for a little bit. However, we were not in the most comfortable position and the chair was not really built for two people. We got up and cleaned up from dinner. It was already late and so it was time for me to go home. We walked to the front door arm in arm and kissed again for a while. When that kiss ended, I started to leave but she pulled me back in for another kiss. Or maybe she just didn't let go of my hand right away and I rushed back into her embrace. Six of one, half dozen of the other. Either way, we spent quite a lot of time standing at her front door not wanting this night to end.

When the door finally did open and I went to step out there was nothing that would indicate anything in our mannerisms to the outside world about what he had been doing just inside the door. It was a shame that there were going to be some restrictions on us, but I understood her position. I also knew that she was not where I was in this relationship. I knew I would have to wait and hope she would eventually get to the same place I was. Then we could share everything, all the time, regardless of who might see us or who would know. I would just have to bide my time and wait for the chance to make another bold move.

Surprisingly, the next bold move was Elizabeth's. With our new clandestine relationship, we continued our two day a week routine so as not to arouse any suspicions by changing our routine. In order to make up for time we could not spend together, there were a lot of text messages back and forth. I was surprised when Elizabeth asked to move our next Thursday night to Friday. When I asked her why, all she said was, "I just don't want us to have to be anywhere the next day." That seemed to offer a host of possibilities.

It was now Friday night and I was going over to Elizabeth's house. My parents knew where I was going and thought nothing of it. No one would think anything about it as I went up to her door, just like always. When I rang the bell this time, Elizabeth yelled, "Come on in." and I stepped through the door and closed it behind me. When I turned and looked into the living room I was met with an amazing sight.

Elizabeth was sitting on the couch. She had on a very tight tee shirt that was very open in the front. Her cleavage and a lot of her bosom were showing. Through the shirt, it was very clear that she did not have a bra on and her nipples were clearly hard and pushing out the tee shirt. She also had on a short pair of athletic shorts which did not go down her legs very far. Her tanned legs were on full display and she did not have any shoes or socks on so her bare feet were also showing. Her hair was all up in a ponytail which showed off her shoulders and neck. She also had some makeup on that really accentuated her beautiful eyes and gave color to her cheeks.

I could not help myself and I just blurted out, "God, you're beautiful."

Elizabeth got a big smile at that point. After a few seconds though she wiped the smile from her face and said, "Thank you, but I had a very rough day at work and I am stiff and sore. Could I possibly ask you to give me a massage?"

I did not say anything but I pulled my jacket off and started walking toward the couch. She just stayed seated at the one end of the couch straight up against the back. I went behind her and looked down. What I saw already had me starting to get wet.

I started to rub her shoulders and she moaned softly. I was looking at her neck and shoulders, down her chest and into her cleavage. The sight was very arousing for me and at one point I moaned as well.

So far things had gone like they always had except for how Elizabeth was dressed. But when I started to move my hands to begin massaging her neck, she said, "Actually my pecs are a little sore as well. Would you mind rubbing them?" I immediately ran my hands down her skin to her chest.

With her tee shirt exposing so much skin, I was able to run my hands over the top of her breasts. I was also able to run my hands through her cleavage. However, when I tried to get at the outside of her boobs or to her nipples and areolas, the shirt would not move enough to give me access. I did not want to ruin her shirt, so I let my hands glide over the material.

Her nipples were already very hard and were poking the shirt out. The first time I ran my fingers over the shirt at her nipples, she jumped a little and made an audible gasp. This had been the stuff of dreams and fantasies for several years and now I had my hands on her gorgeous tits. It was everything I had hoped for and more.

I continued to rub her breasts over her shirt, abandoning any pretense of a massage. Elizabeth's breathing and moans told me she was enjoying this as well. And while I was very much enjoying the feel of her, it was also very important to me that she enjoyed it. I was there for her pleasure, not the other way around.

Elizabeth leaned forward and initially I thought that maybe things had come to an end. But she looked back at me over her shoulder. The lust that was clear in her eyes melted my insides. I definitely felt fluids seep out of my vagina and my knees weakened a little. She said, "I don't want to stretch out my shirt, but I feel it is getting in the way of the... massage." Her pause made it very clear she knew this was no longer a massage and she did not want it to be. With that, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Elizabeth sat back as she had before and I was rooted to the spot. Her incredible breasts were now fully exposed to my eyes. Their size, their roundness, the dark pink areolas with those rock-hard nipples sitting proudly in the middle.

I do not know exactly how long I was staring but Elizabeth finally turned her head a bit and said, "Is this to much sweetheart? Do you want to stop?"

"NO." I immediately leaned forward and reached down her body only this time there was no material from the shirt to impede my touch. The feelings and sensations that ran through my nervous system from my fingers to my brain were ethereal. The firmness of her nipples, the bumpiness of her areolas, the smoothness of her breast flesh and the weight of those wonderous orbs were all filling my mind.

Now I also started to hear her reactions to what I was doing. Elizabeth's sounds were flooding my brain with additional sensations. Elizabeth's breathing was getting shallow and quicker. She was moaning and mewling in time with my hands moving across her breasts. She would occasionally say things like, "Oh, sweetheart, this feels to good." or just "Mmmmmmmm." But those sounds were just as arousing to me as the tactile sensations.

Hunched over to maximize my reach, I found my head right at the joint of her shoulder and neck. I had seen something in porn I had watched and the actresses always seemed to react to it. So, I licked up her neck from her shoulder to her ear and nipped her earlobe.

"Oh God!" Elizabeth screamed when I did that. She moved her head sideways to get it closer to me and I took that as I sign that the porn had been right. I started placing little kisses and licks all along her neck and shoulder.

Elizabeth's breathing was now almost a pant and she again moved forward. When she turned this time, she sought my hand and when she had it, she pulled me around the couch and right on top of her. She kissed me with all of the passion she had the previous week and I returned it. She pulled back and exclaimed, "Suck my nipples sweetheart. This has been incredible and I am almost ready to cum. Please suck my nipples and do it. Make me cum."

First, she had asked so nicely. Second, it wasn't like she was asking me to take out the garbage. I put my head down and took one nipple right into my mouth and sucked on it as if I were a babe nursing after a long nap. With a few of my fingers, I played with her other nipple, keeping it stimulated. After a few seconds, I switched and repeated the same moves.

All the while, Elizabeth was right above me urging me on with, "Don't stop. Don't stop Rosemary, I'm almost there. Don't stop, please don't stop (as if wild horses could have dragged me away from her breasts at that moment). I'm cumming sweetheart. Oh God, I'm coming. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I could feel her hips thrusting up into me. Since I was covering her body with my own, she could not move me very far. But she was bucking her hips enough power to move me around as her orgasm crashed through her. I was on top of the world. I had just made this wonderful, beautiful woman - a woman I knew I was in love with - cum. I actually had the faintest traces of tears welling up in my eyes.

Elizabeth had finally got her breath back. She tried to move around but was limited in what she could do with me on top of her. "Rosemary, turn around and sit up here with me." I got up and while I was turning to sit back down on the couch, Elizabeth stretched out her right leg against the seatback and put her left leg on the floor. She still had her shorts on and I could see a big wet spot all along the front. I was staring at it when she patted the cushion just in front of her legs. She wanted me to sit down in between her legs but with my back to her.

At first, I was unsure what she was thinking. When I sat down, she put her arms around me and pulled me into her. I could feel her naked breasts against my own tee shirt. She put her chin on my shoulder and I could tell that she was still breathing a little harder than normal. However, the sensation of her breath on my neck and shoulder was restarting a fire in my own crotch that had waned during her orgasm.

Elizabeth leaned back and started giving me a massage on my shoulders. The feel of her hands on my body was incredible. I leaned back into her more and allowed the sensations to wash over me. This woman who I know was so strong had the most delicate touch with her fingers. I said, "you've got to teach me how you do that."

"What?" was Elizabeth's surprised reply.

"Massage me like this."

"You do an excellent job when you massage me."

"Yeah, but my massages have just been to relax you. Your massage is really turning me on."

"What makes you think your massages don't turn me on?"

I quickly leaned forward so I could turn around and said, "Excuse me?"

"Oh sweetheart, you were always turning me on. I just never said anything about it because I had no idea how you felt and I also felt guilty about how I felt. I knew no one else would say it was right for me to be seducing a naïve young girl."

At that point, Elizabeth smiled at me. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. When I felt the garment had been removed, I opened my eyes. As I looked at Elizabeth, I saw she was still smiling. I had seen that smile for years and it had always filled me with warmth. I continued to look up and now I met her eyes. Those were filled with lust and I am sure my eyes must have looked the same to her.

Elizabeth reached out and she both pulled and turned me so once again I was leaning back into her. One difference was that her arms were now slid under my own and her arms began to surround me. She did not clasp them together but instead the hands came up and started playing with my breasts.

The pleasure ran through me as nothing else had. My whole body just collapsed backward. Once again, I felt her breasts against my back, her hard nipples poking into me. My head just flopped back and landed on her shoulder. Her left cheek was now touching my right cheek and in a state of bliss my eyes closed. I was making sounds but not words. There was a lot of "ooooooohhh" and "aaaaaaahhhhhhh" and "mmmmmmmm" in between short, raspy breaths.

My orgasm was close but it was not there yet. That's when I felt one hand leave my tits. My first thought was "What is she doing? I was getting close." Then I felt the hand make contact between my legs. I still had my shorts and panties on and Elizabeth made no effort to reach under them. However, she did begin to rub her hand up and down my crotch. Now I couldn't stop talking.

"Oh, God! Oh Elizabeth, that's fantastic! Please, keep doing that. Just like that, Elizabeth. Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God, Elizabeth! So good. So good. Oh, please Elizabeth! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Um hum. Um hum. Yep! Just like that! Just like that, Elizabeth! You're gonna make me cum like this, Elizabeth! You're gonna make me cum so hard! So hard Elizabeth!"

With her face right next to mine, she whispered, "Yes, cum for me sweetheart. Please cum for me."

That was all I needed. I could feel her breath on my neck as her words filled my ears and my body fell off the edge of the world. I tensed and went as rigid as an I-beam. My left leg planted on the floor as my hips rocked up hard against her hand and my head was pushing against the back of the couch. I did not realize it at the time, but the rest of my body had Elizabeth pinned to the couch as well.

I felt a puddle spilling out of me, soaking my panties and shorts and running down my legs. Once again, words left me and a steady "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" came out of my throat.

When the orgasm subsided, I had a complete lack of power in my body. My leg gave way and I slumped down along Elizabeth's body. My butt was now on her thighs and my head was against her chest. As I came around to my own senses, I could tell the way my head was moving that Elizabeth was breathing hard.

Too tired to move or even turn my head to look at her I just spoke straight ahead and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes... It's just... you had me... pinned... against the couch... and your... body... was pushing into... my chest. I couldn't breathe well."

"Oh, Elizabeth, I'm so sorry."

She said, "Don't be. I'll take that any time if I can make you feel like that." By now her breathing was back to normal and my energy had returned so I turned around and kissed her.

I was still right in front of her, our eyes only inches apart when she said, "I don't think I am ready to do anything more than we have tonight. But if you wanted to sleep here tonight, I'd really like that."

I smiled and got off the couch and went to my phone. I called home. Elizabeth only heard my side of the conversation.

"Hi, mom."

"Yes, I'm still at Mrs. Porter's house."

"No, I am not bothering her." Elizabeth smiled at that.

"In fact, we've been binge watching a show on Netflix and we want to keep going to finish out the season. So, I am going to stay here tonight."

"No mom."

"No."

"No, mom, she wants to watch it too. I am not making her watch it."

"No."

"No, mom."

"I don't know mom, it was both of our idea together."

"Mom, please. We want to get back to the show."

"Me and Mrs. Porter."

"Okay."

"Okay, I will."

"Mom, I will. I promise."

"Okaaaaay."

"Okay."

"I love you too. Say good night to dad for me."

"Okay, see you in the morning."

"Bye-bye."

Elizabeth had a devilish grin on her face and she said, "See, I am corrupting you already. Telling a lie to your mother."

"Trust me, that was better. What was I supposed to say to her, 'Mom, Mrs. Porter and I just had mind blowing sex and we want to stay together for the post-coital afterglow.' Yeah, that would have gone over well."

Elizabeth laughed. Then she got up and held out her hand to me. I took it and we clasped our fingers together and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Our clothes were left helter-skelter around the living room. They could wait until the morning.

We got on opposite sides of the bed and laid down facing each other. Elizabeth was gently stroking my cheeks with her fingers, all with this huge smile on her face. It made me feel so warm inside. When she said, "Turn around." I did so immediately and snuggled back toward her as I felt her arms envelope me. She pulled me in as I moved back into her. Eventually I felt her stomach and crotch against my ass. I snuggled in a little bit tighter.

That was how I fell asleep. Cradled in her arms, our bodies pressed against each other. I could feel Elizabeth's breath on my neck and her breasts against my back. And as I began to slumber, my last thoughts were how this was everything I had hoped it would be and a dream come true.

Then I woke up.