Sometimes, It Does Ch. 02

Sometimes it Does - Chapter 2

My first thoughts as I woke up that next morning were of everything Elizabeth and I had done the night before and I was immediately happy. But that only lasted for a few seconds. Then I realized I was alone. Well, I was tired and the amount of light in the room told me it was already late. No big deal, right?

That's when I noticed that my clothes had been brought up from downstairs and nicely folded on the bed. But then again, Elizabeth would not want us to be walking around naked in broad daylight, even if we were in the house. Someone could come to the door or see through a window. Still nothing to worry about, right?

When I got down to the kitchen, Elizabeth was making breakfast and she had me sit and eat. When I started to talk about the previous evening, she cut me off and said, "We can talk when you're finished eating." Nothing about going back upstairs or even on the couch but just talking. There were no two ways about it, this was not good.

I started to wonder if maybe last night had been a dream. Had I wanted it to happen so badly that I had convinced myself that it happened when it hadn't? No, whatever else last night had been, it had not been a dream.

Then I started to think "maybe this was a nightmare." Maybe I was still asleep in the bed upstairs wrapped in Elizabeth's arms? No. I was definitely awake. However, just because I was awake did not mean this was not a nightmare.

As soon as the last bit of breakfast was off the plate, Elizabeth jumped up and cleared the table. It was like she could not get it done fast enough and was primed to strike the first moment she could. I sat with my hands out in front of me. I was not exactly reaching out toward her, but my hands were out in her direction. I was hoping she would take them into her own. She didn't.

"Rosemary (Ouch, not sweetheart this morning), I want you to know how special last night was for me. You've told me how you feel and you expressed it to me physically last night in a way that was incredibly meaningful."

"Incredibly meaningful? How about hot? How about mind-blowing?"

"I hope that you don't feel like I took advantage of you. That is the last thing I would want. And I don't want to say that what we did was wrong. However, I don't think we should do that again. There are just too many things about our situation that would make a relationship like that untenable between us. I am truly sorry because I know how you feel and so I can only begin to imagine what you are thinking at this moment. I do hope we can stay friends with each other and if not, I can understand that. I would ask you to not stop being friends with Cynthia if you don't wish to stay friends with me."

I sat there for a few seconds taking it all in. I am sure she had rehearsed that speech a few times while I was still sleeping. I am sure she envisioned a number of responses from me. I just hoped at least one of them was what I was about to say.

"Elizabeth, you certainly did not take advantage of me. I gave myself to you freely and without reservation. And I even told you that I was aware that you might never feel the same way in return and I accepted that possibility before I told you how I felt. I would like to stay friends. I am not angry with you. I am disappointed that you are going to let what other people think deprive us of the opportunity to see where the path that we started on so amazingly last night would have led.

"I do want to ask though; you set up the events for last night. You moved Thursday night to Friday night. You asked me to stay the night when we were done. We both had huge orgasms without taking all our clothes off. Now you say that what we shared last night was so incredibly meaningful to you. So why the take back? Why the u-turn? Why can't we ever do it again? I think I deserve to have you tell me why?"

"Don't you already know?"

"I have a guess, but I think I am entitled to not have to wonder. I feel like I have a right to hear it from you so that maybe I can understand it. Because right now I don't."

Elizabeth looked at me for a while. There was clearly anguish in her eyes. And while I was not happy that I was the cause of it, part of me did hope maybe it was enough to get her to change her mind back.

Unfortunately, she seemed to steel herself and then she said, "You're right. You do deserve that. You are handling all this so maturely Rosemary. I apologize because I was expecting a very different response. And in a way, that's the problem. You are the one who is being so mature about all this and maybe I am being childish. But the fact is that I do not have the courage or the strength that you have. I cannot put out of my mind how other people would react to us. I am terrified of what people would say and what they would think.

"I am sorry because I lack the courage to face that. I feel like I am failing you here. I just cannot be with a young woman, young enough to be my own daughter and who is in fact my daughter's best friend. As incredible as last night was, I cannot handle anyone else ever finding out about it. And so that's why we cannot do that again. We cannot go down that path Rosemary. Or at least I can't. I'm sorry. So where do we go from here?"

"I still love you, Elizabeth. That doesn't just stop because you don't feel the same or because you won't feel the same because of what other people would think about it. I promise that I will respect your decision. I won't try to whine or complain or manipulate you into something you don't want. Even though my love is unrequited, I would still like to stay friends. We can just go back to how things were back in September when Cynthia first left and restart from there."

"I would love it if... it would be great if we could stay friends."

I would be lying if I said it didn't crush my heart when she stopped her sentence and reworded it to take out "love."

So, for the next few weeks, it was back to how it had been in September. There were no more massages. When I came to the house, Elizabeth would shout from the kitchen for me to come in and would be making dinner. I would sit in the one armchair (I could not bring myself to sit on that couch anymore) and we would talk between the rooms until it was time to eat. When dinner was finished, we cleaned up and stayed at the dining room table talking until it was time for me to leave.

There were no more bingeing television shows or sleepovers. But we did still see each other and we did have a good time when we did and a veneer of normalcy descended around us. It was not everything I had hoped for but we tried to pretend that night had never happened. The pain was still there but I was keeping it under control.

My calls with Cynthia were a little bit stressful. She kept saying how her mom seemed really unhappy and asking me if I knew what had happened. I hated lying to my best friend, but I could not tell her that I knew exactly what had happened.

Plus, Cynthia could tell I was miserable as well. She never seemed to make the connection that both Elizabeth and I being unhappy was related. For me, the problem was that Cynthia and Elizabeth were probably the only two people I felt I could talk to about how I was feeling. And for obvious reasons I could not talk to either one of them.

And if I was not feeling bad enough, it also hurt me that Elizabeth was in pain. Part of me kept saying that Elizabeth's pain was self-inflicted. I was right there and all she had to do was reach out and take me in and I would ease all of her pain. The thing was I did not understand that was what she desperately wanted to do and the pain for her was because she could not bring herself to do it.

As we got into March, I was looking forward to Cynthia coming home for her spring break. I missed her and I also thought that things might be a little easier for Elizabeth and me if Cythina were around to distract us from each other.

I was surprised when Cynthia told me that she was going down to Florida with a bunch of her friends from school. I knew she was a smart girl. I knew that thousands of girls went to spring break and never got undressed in public, never entered a wet tee shirt contest and never got filmed doing crazy things in a party bus. I know it happened, but not to most of the girls who went. And Cynthia promised she had no intention of doing any of that.

I got the call from Cynthia that she had made it down to Florida and was already having a great time. When I got off the phone with her, I quickly got another call, this one from Elizabeth. She told me that she had a date for Tuesday night and would have to cancel our Tuesday night dinner.

I told her I understood and that was great and that I hoped she had a wonderful time and I would see her on Thursday. When we hung up the call, I cried for over an hour and then sobbed and sobbed until I finally dropped off to sleep from exhaustion.

I called Elizabeth on Thursday afternoon with an excuse about schoolwork and not being able to come over that night. I could hear in her voice she was sad when she said, "Okay, but we are still friends, right?"

There was a sound that I could only identify as fear in her voice. Despite everything, part of me still wanted to be friends. At least that is what I told myself. I am sure somewhere in there was also still some fools' hope that she might change her mind. "Of course we're still friends Elizabeth, I just have this thing for school."

"When do you think you'll have time to come over next then?"

"I don't know Elizabeth. It's just that my calendar is a little full at the moment. But it will clear up soon. Maybe next week or the week after."

"Okay, well, good luck with your schoolwork and call me when you can."

"Okay, Elizabeth, I will talk with you soon. Good night."

"Good night, Rosemary." I could hear it in her voice. It really sounded like she was trying to get the words out before bursting into tears.

Sunday night I got a phone call from Cynthia. As soon as she said "Ro, it's Cyn." I could hear in her voice that she was upset.

"Hey Cyn, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, but what's up with my mom?"

"I don't know. Is something the matter with her?"

"I got back from Florida and I called her and she sounded awful."

I did not want to say too much and I certainly did not want the conversation to work its way to me. "I know she had another date on Tuesday. Maybe that didn't go well?"

"You haven't spoken to her since then?"

"Not really. Just to call her and tell her I couldn't go over there on Thursday like I normally do. Since then, I have just been swamped so we haven't had the chance to talk."

"Are you avoiding her?"

"What makes you think that?" For future reference, if someone answers your question with a question, it's usually because they do not want to answer your question. Fortunately, I do not think that Cynthia was aware of that or if she was, it did not dawn on her.

Cynthia continued, "Mom said her date was Tuesday which is one of the nights you usually go over to her house. And then you wouldn't go over to her house on Thursday. She thought maybe she had upset you by going on a date on Tuesday and she felt really bad if she had hurt your feelings."

"Cyn, your mom did not hurt my feelings by going on a date on a Tuesday. I told you I had a lot of schoolwork lately." I had to lie to my best friend. How could I tell her that I was avoiding her mother because after an evening of the best sex of my life with her mother, said mother had ripped out my heart?

"Yeah, that's what my mom said. But I don't think she believes you. And to be honest, that sounds more like an excuse than a problem." Cynthia was right because it was. So, there was nothing I could say to that. After a prolonged silence, she asked, "Ro, can't you make a little time for her? I'm actually in a great place right now and it's harshing my mellow that mom is hurting."

"All right, I'll try. What's got you so happy?"

"Not yet. I can't tell you yet. I don't want to jinx anything. I'll tell my mom to call you and set something up, okay?"

"We'll see. I don't want to make any promises."

"But you'll try, right?"

"Yes, I will try."

"Awesome. Thanks Ro. I love you."

"I love you too, Cyn. Bye."

I really did not want to go over to Elizabeth's house to try to cheer her up. I had lost more in this deal because I had more invested in it. And if Elizabeth felt bad, it was a situation of her own making. She had admitted that she had feelings for me. Okay, so she was not saying she was in love with me but she had feelings for me that could have grown into love. And she was not going to give those feelings a chance to grow, not because of how she felt but because of how other people might react to it.

When it came right down to it, Elizabeth was feeling bad because she was being cowardly. It was not just that she had admitted she had feelings for me, we had been intimate. Had that never happened and Elizabeth had just said she did not have feelings for me, I could have accepted that. I would not have been happy but I would have accepted it. And if she had given her feelings a chance to grow and they just didn't, I would have had to accept that too. What I could not accept was how she was letting her fear of what other people would say dictate her actions. Maybe she was not quite the person I thought she was.

That was my story and I was sticking to it. The truth was that I was having more and more difficulty dealing with the pain. It had been this pipe dream and for one brief moment it actually seemed like that dream would come true. For a brief time, I actually allowed myself to believe it was coming true. Now that it was not going to come true, the pain was getting to be too much.

Still, I had promised Cynthia I would try and had Elizabeth called me that night or the next day, I am sure I would have agreed to see Elizabeth again no questions asked. However, it was Tuesday afternoon before I got a text.

Elizabeth's text read, "Hi Tuesday nite do u want to come over for dinner?"

I replied, "Sorry not 2nite have homework"

"Thursday?"

"No - Friday quiz so must study" I felt bad because I had promised Cynthia but it still hurt too much. There was nothing for a while and I was wondering if she had finally gotten the hint when I saw those three dots and knew she was typing again. They went on for a while and I guess she was doing a lot of editing and retyping. Then the dots finally disappeared and I waited to see what came next.

"Then how about Friday? You will still have the rest of the weekend to do any schoolwork and we really should talk or have I lost you completely?"

That was unfair, bordering on emotional manipulation. But I had promised Cynthia and I was cornered. There was no way to say "No." without it being obvious I was trying to avoid her. And I did not want to seem petty or childish. My alleged maturity was something she always said she admired. In order to continue to keep the moral high ground and sound mature, I replied, "OK Friday at 6"

I got a call the next day from Cynthia thanking me for agreeing to go see her mom. Apparently when they spoke, Elizabeth told her I was coming over and Elizabeth sounded so much better to Cynthia then she had. I asked her about her own good news but she still said she would have to wait before she could say for sure.

Walking to Elizabeth's house on Friday I really was wondering if I would be able to handle this. My feelings for her had not diminished. It was just knowing that they were never going to be returned had become too much for me to bear. I would have to try to find a way to stay friends with Cynthia and avoid Elizabeth as much as I could.

I had wanted to have a romantic relationship with Elizabeth and had opened my heart to her about it. Then she dragged me from pillar to post with her whiplash back and forth. Passionate kisses and breaking things off. Incredible sex on her couch and a blissful night in her bed followed by more rejection. It had been too painful for me.

This last date on the night we were supposed to spend time together had been the final straw. I had finally given up all hope. To have been that close to my dream and then having it pulled out from under me; it had been devastating. I had managed to put up a show of being the mature person for a little while and I just could not keep it up any longer. I had kept my pain from her just as she had kept her struggles from Cynthia back when Mr. Parsons left. I just could not do it anymore. It had to end tonight.

My hope was I could still stay friends with Cynthia. I would be able to hold things together being around Elizabeth for short stints with Cynthia as my buffer. This was not going to be ripping off a band aid, it was going to be changing the dressing on a still open wound. I knew it was going to hurt, but it had to be done. My final thought before I knocked on Elizabeth's door was whether she would still think I was so courageous and mature when I broke off our friendship.

"Come in."

I heard Elizabeth call out to me but the sound seemed off. She was not in the kitchen but the living room so as I opened the door and stepped into her house, Elizabeth was standing at the couch, right in my line of sight.

I immediately stopped and stared at Elizabeth standing in her silver bikini. That same one she had worn that summer day last year. Somewhere along the line I had fessed up to the fact that seeing her in that bikini had been so hot. If this was another attempt at manipulation, it was working.

There she was standing in that bikini. I knew right at that moment that I would do whatever she asked of me. That thought made me angry at myself. But I was so overwhelmed by her beauty that I put the anger aside.

"Elizabeth you are amazingly beautiful."

"Do you like my outfit?" she said coquettishly. Her hands were on her hips and she was shifting her body from side to side like a swimsuit model.

"You know what seeing you in that did to me, what it's doing to me right now. For the first time I do believe you are taking advantage of me. You want to ask me something and you know I won't say 'No.' to you in that."

"That was my hope. But let me ask you first and see if even the bikini is enough to get you to say 'Yes.' Please come and sit down on the couch with me so we can talk."

Elizabeth sat herself down in the middle of the couch. I looked over at the armchair and in my mind, I was going to head for that. Instead, my body betrayed me and I walked over to the couch and I sat down next to her.

She reached out with her hands to take mine, but I do not offer them to her. Some vestiges of anger welled up enough in me that I was able to resist this gesture. I could see the hesitation in her eyes at my refusal and for the moment I felt as if I were on an equal footing with her.

"My date the other night was a disaster because of you. Not that it was your fault." She added this last part quickly, probably reading the increase of anger in my eyes.

She recovered a bit and then continued. "It was just that when he talked, he was going on and on and all I could think was, 'I wish I were here with Rosemary. She is such a better conversationalist that this guy.' And he never once asked about me or what I like and I thought, 'Rosemary always made sure that we talked about me and what I was interested in when we were together.

"And we came back here and sat right on this couch. And when he pulled me into him and started to kiss me, I thought, 'Rosemary is a much better kisser. Her lips are so soft and she is always sensual and sweet. I would much rather be kissing her right now than this guy.' And at that point I stood up and he had the nerve to stand up with me and he started heading upstairs. And I thought, 'I don't want to go upstairs with him, I want to be up there with Rosemary.'"

It wasn't as if we hadn't been here before. Elizabeth talking about us being together and having a romance, but a secret romance. As much as I wanted her, I wanted a real romance with her. Not a secret one. Not one that we had to hide. I was at war with myself. Part of me only wanted to focus on the fact that she was sitting there, in that silver bikini, saying she wanted me in her bed. Part of me remembered the pain and wanted no more. And part of me wanted to see where she was going to go with this.

Elizabeth had paused after saying she wanted me in her bed. I think she might have been trying to judge my reaction to these words. Unfortunately for her, I was having the aforementioned inner turmoil and I don't think I reacted.

Finally, Elizabeth continued. "He was a bit disappointed when I walked to the door and said that I had had a good time but that the night was over. He looked at me in disbelief for about five seconds and then left. He hasn't called me since then and I am not really expecting one." This made me chuckle a little and the struggle inside me paused while she continued to speak.

"Rosemary, I still have some concerns about how us having a romantic relationship is going to be viewed by others. But that other night, all I could think about was how much better our dates were and how much I really enjoyed kissing you and how much I wanted to be holding you in my arms.

"And that's when it hit me. I had turned you away because of what other people's reactions were going to be about us. But what I wanted was you. Everything I wanted, you were willingly offering to me and rather than simply being thrilled that I could have everything I wanted with you, I let other people's reactions dictate my actions. I realized how foolish I had been and then with you starting to avoid me..."

I looked away from her when she said that. I had been avoiding her and I felt guilty about it at that moment. But she reached out her hand, put two fingers under my chin and lifted my head so that I was looking into her eyes again. "... I drove you to it Rosemary. There is no point in denying it, but it was completely my fault. And when I realized what I had done I panicked. I finally realized that I was much more afraid of losing you than I was of what the rest of the world would think about me if we were together.

"Only now I have to wonder if I missed my chance and waited too long to finally come to this understanding. Have I lost you, Rosemary? Have I hurt you so much that you don't still want to be with me? Have I been so cowardly that you no longer respect me like you did? Have your feelings for me changed?"

I looked at her and smiled. She had just opened her heart to me as I had done to her. She put herself out there not knowing what would happen but desperately wanting me. Elizabeth Porter wanted me. Don't even try to convince me that there is no God because only Divine intervention could have given me this most amazing gift. The thing I wanted most in the world was going to be mine.

I said, "That could never happen; yes, but not that much; no, you've made a mistake but you're forgiven and nothing will ever do that." Then I just continued to look at her. It took her a little time to finally match up my answers to her questions, but when she was finished, her smile was as bright as the sun. Her eyes lit up and actually started to tear. She hadn't lost me. She'd hurt me but I still wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with me. She had let fear hold her back but she was not going to let it hold her back now and so I had forgiven her. And I was always going to love her.

Elizabeth quickly closed the distance between us and grabbed me in her arms. She squeezed me hard and then eased back a little and leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was so soft and tender, so completely different from the hug but it conveyed the same feeling.

A small part of my brain called out, "We've been here before you know. How do you know she won't pull the rug out from under us again?" But the rest of me replied, "I don't know. But I don't care. We're in her arms and she is kissing us. Just feel that. That feeling is all we are going to think about right now." I just let her lips and tongue take me away to a magical place.

At some point (and I cannot tell you how long it was) we stopped kissing and just leaned back. We were still in each other's arms and were just staring at each other, taking in the moment. Finally, I had to ask, "So, did you think that wearing that bikini was going to win me back?"

Elizabeth got a smile on her face and said, "Not exactly. I did not think the bikini alone would get you back. But I did hope it might push the odds a little bit in my favor."

"I had planned this whole speech of what I was going to say tonight. But the second I walked in and saw you standing there dressed in that, it all went out of my head."

"Well, I guess its job is done." She released me and moved her hands to her back where she untied the bikini top and let it fall to the floor. My first reaction was to look down at her gorgeous tits and stare. As much as my feelings were about love and respect and friendship, Elizabeth was a very attractive woman and at that moment, I was just in awe of her beauty.

Although I never noticed the movement, at some point Elizbeth put her arms back around my lower back and pulled me toward her. This caused me to look up and see that her smile was still there lighting up the room. And the combination of joy and lust in her baby blue eyes sent an electric shock through my body.

I never asked the question, but Elizabeth did not have to be a mind reader to know what I was thinking. With a slight nod, she gave me permission to feast on her breasts. And that is exactly what I did.

Immediately, I leaned forward and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. For how it would sound in the story, I would love to say I did it to claim it as mine because now she was going to be my woman. Or maybe I would say I did it to nurse on it, metaphorically, because our new life was going to be sustaining for me. In truth, I don't know why I did that. It was just the first thing I thought of doing.

After suckling on Elizabeth's nipple for a little bit, I could feel it getting harder. I switched to running my tongue back and forth against it, feeling the stiffness of Elizabeth's arousal. My mouth was now on auto-pilot and it was flying all over her breast. Kissing and licking the flesh, licking the nipple and areola. At some point I switched to her other breast and kept doing the same there. I did not suckle on the nipple, but as it was already hard, my tongue was quickly wrapped around it and slashing across it.

When I switched my mouth to her other breast, I brought my one hand up and began using my fingers to play with the first nipple. Again, there was no specific direction to my movements. I would grasp the breast flesh in my hands and kneed it. Next, I might lightly run my fingers over the nipple. I pinched it a time or two. Elizabeth was enjoying it all, I think. I could tell there were sounds coming from her, but all of my focus was on her flesh and it was as if my ears were turned off at the moment.

At some point, I put my face between her breasts and ran my tongue up through her cleavage and up her chest. When I got to her neck, I began giving her kisses there. I did suck on her skin a little as well, although nowhere near hard enough to give her a hickey.

Eventually, I moved up past her chin and put a kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss and it was just so perfect. Her tongue came out and began to probe my mouth, searching out its counterpart. I moved my tongue against Elizabeth's and we both jumped a little at the contact. We had French kissed before but there was something noticeably different about this kiss.

When we finally broke the kiss, I looked into Elizabeth's eyes. She looked into mine and said, "I love you, Rosemary. I love you the way you love me. Thank you for being patient. I promise I will make it worth your while." I moved quickly to kiss her again and then went back down to her breasts. I did not want her to see the tears that were beginning to flow from my eyes. In that moment I was afraid it would make me look immature, although over time I realized she would not have cared. We probably both would have bawled our eyes out. But they would have been tears of immense joy.

Still, back then I was young and not as wise as I am now and I did not want her to see me crying. So, as I went back to worshipping her breasts, I also started to run my hands over her luscious body. It was then that I noticed that while I had been busy with her exposed breasts, she had managed to remove the bottom piece of her bikini as well. I had a fully naked Elizabeth Porter in my arms and I was going to take full advantage of that.

With my one arm that was still around Elizabeth, I brought the hand down to her crotch. That previous night on the couch we had not been naked and now this was the first time I saw Elizabeth's nether region. She had trimmed hair, blonde like the ones on her head. I ran my fingers through it a few times. It was soft as down and I enjoyed the feel of it.

Next, I moved my hand down and just covered her whole crotch with my hand. I did not move it around at first. I guess I was not sure if that was too much for us. However, Elizabeth quickly dispelled that notion. "Sweetheart, you're killing me here. Go ahead and touch me. Let me feel you touching me."

I pulled my face from her breasts and looked up at her. I said, "Sit down on the couch." It might not technically have been a command, but I was not asking her to do it.

"Are you going to give me a massage?" I chuckled at the disappointment in her voice and noticed her smile had faltered. I did not feel bad about the laugh because I could sense what she really wanted and it was exactly what I was planning to do.

"Of a sort. Just sit down and spread your legs." That brought the smile back and she sat down at the one end of the couch, her bottom resting right at the front end of the cushion, her legs spread apart inviting me in.

I knelt down and stared at her as I moved on my knees toward her and eventually I was in between her legs. The excitement and anticipation were clearly visible in the stare I received back. This was something we both very much wanted at the moment. For me it was the fulfillment of a dream.

Then Elizabeth surprised me because she started to laugh. I asked, "What?"

"It's just... I never imagined I would be looking down between my legs and seeing you there. I guess I am just a little surprised we are going to do this. But I want to do it, very much."

This caused me to chuckle a little as well. I replied, "I've imagined it almost every day for a while now. And I am completely shocked we are going to do this." And with that I leaned in and got my first up close look at Elizabeth Porter's pussy.

Now that I was exactly where I had dreamed, I was frozen. My face had never been this close to a vagina. I thought, "What should I do? How can I please her the way I want to? What if I am so bad at this that she changes her mind again?"

All of these thoughts were now flying through my brain and I was hit with a temporary paralysis. The next thing I felt was her fingers lightly stroking my face. I looked up again at Elizabeth and she said, "Sweetheart, you've told me you have been dreaming about this. Just go ahead and do whatever you do in your dreams. I know it will be magical. Come on now Rosemary, I'm all yours."

As Elizabeth sat back, she spread her legs just a little bit wider. It drew my attention to her thighs and I remembered how I would imagine myself slowly kissing my way up Elizabeth's thighs in many of my fantasies. So that is exactly what I did.

I kissed and licked a few inches up her thigh and Elizabeth crooned out, "Mmmm. That's nice Rosemary." I had heard her say that when I would massage her. It gave me a sense of confidence as I continued to move closer and closer to the apex of her thigh.

Now I was right at her vagina. Her lips were swelling and there were some traces of fluid. However, I wanted to make sure she was sufficiently lubricated. I put my right index finger into my mouth and coated it with saliva. Then I took it out and lightly rubbed her lips from top to bottom. One long stroke, transferring as much as my saliva as I could. Elizabeth responded with, "Ooohhh. Yeah, that's good."

Whether it had been just to help ease my anxiety or she had really enjoyed it, I was not sure. But I did the same thing three more times and each time, she gave me positive feedback. "That's so nice sweetheart." "Oh, you're making me tingle." "Uuuu, yeah. Just like that, Rosemary."

Feeling I must be doing well enough so far, I decided to try something else. I leaned in a little closer and put my tongue on her labia right at her entrance. I then licked up her lips all the way until my nose was in her pubic hair. That elicited an "Oh!" and her hips jerked up a little as I was moving.

I did that a few more times in quick succession until Elizabeth said, "Deeper sweetheart. Go deeper with your tongue." She did not say it as much as breathed it and it sounded so erotic. It was clear I was turning her on and now I was beginning to feel even more confident in what I was doing.

I put my forefingers on either side of her slit and pulled away, opening up her petals. Her flesh was a ruddy color. It was not dark red, but it certainly wasn't the bubble gum pink I had always imagined. And it was wet. I had never really imagined it being wet.

I stared for longer than I realized. I had decided that if there was that much fluid, I must be doing something right. I was finally pulled out of my reverie with Elizabeth asking, "Is everything alright?"

"It's perfect." While the response was a reference to the situation, it could easily have been about the luscious peach I was about to devour. I leaned in and licked her, deeper just like she asked. The taste and the smell of her was intoxicating to me. I began kissing her flesh, taking her labia between the lips of my mouth and tugging at them. Covering as much of her pussy as I could with my mouth and then luxuriating in the feeling against my lips as I drew my mouth closed, drinking in her tart nectar and swallowing it.

At some point my tongue was at her opening and I decided to push my tongue inside. "Oh, fuck that feels amazing Rosemary!" Hearing Elizabeth curse was a surprise but knowing why made it an incredible surprise.

I spent a little time concentrating on tonguing her after that. Not wanting to be one dimensional, I released one of my hands and began to run my fingers around her clitoris. With my face now firmly between her thighs and with Elizabeth's additional arousal, I found that I no longer needed to keep her vaginal lips spread and so I brought my other hand up to her breasts and began playing with her nipples as well.

Elizabeth was breathing deeply and would occasionally moan as I continued to do my best to pleasure her. Feeling that I needed to do more, I switched my mouth and one hand. While my lips and tongue began to play over her clit and into her slit, I pushed a finger inside her vagina. The feeling of its moist pressure was similar to what I would feel as I was jilling myself off fantasizing I was doing exactly what I was doing right at that moment.

I began to push my finger in and out but I was not sure if this was really working. Once again, Elizabeth came to my rescue by letting me know what she needed from me. "Use a second finger sweetheart. And go faster with them."

That's what the lady wanted and that's what she got. I began to focus mostly on what my fingers were doing. I did notice that her deep breathing was becoming more of a panting and the moans were now more like grunts. But I still was not getting her to the point of no return where she would orgasm and feel that most special feeling because of what I was doing.

It suddenly dawned on me that my mouth and other hand had stopped doing anything while I had been concentrating on thrusting my fingers into her. By now I felt comfortable with that motion and so I leaned my head back down and took the hard nub of her clit into my mouth and the hard nub of a nipple in my hand and got them back in the game. That did the trick.

"OH GOD! OH ROSEMARY! OH! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM! YOU'RE REALLY GONNA MAKE ME CUM!"

All I could think at that moment was "that was the general idea. Why does she sound so surprised?" I suddenly wanted very much to show her this was no fluke and I began to make all three motions a little harder and a little faster. I was now pinching a nipple, sucking on her clit and finger banging her all at the same time as hard and fast as my lack of experience and dexterity would allow.

As that most special of moments arrived, I felt Elizabeth fall off the top of the mountain and down into the valley of her bliss. Elizabeth's body went as tight as a coiled spring. Her feet were on the floor and her hips bolted up off the couch cushion and hung in the air as my fingers continued to push in and out of her. The one difference was now I had a flood of cum washing over my wrist. The flow was relentless, like lava coming out of a volcano. I released her clit and moved down to catch as much of her flowing essence as I could into my mouth.

The product of her release was such that my mouth was full when her body slumped back down to the couch. I swallowed the nectar she had given me and licked my lips.

"My God, that's looks so sexy." Elizabeth said. I raised up my head so I could see beyond her mound. She was smiling although the look in her eyes was not entirely clear or focused. I think the best way to describe her at that moment was "Sated." I felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment as I knelt on the floor between her legs, now looking into her eyes.

Elizabeth began to recover and I watched the process occur in stages. When she was fully recovered, her eyes were now able to focus and she again looked at me between her legs. She reached one hand down and started stroking my cheek lightly. At that point I could see the love and tenderness in her eyes and a shudder ran through my body.

I brought my hand up and grasped her hand, moving it to my mouth. Then I took her finger into my mouth and sucked on it, trying to look as sexy and provocative as I could. I guess it worked because the next look in her eyes was clearly lust.

"Sweetheart, I want you to come up here and kneel over my face. I want to try to make you feel as good as you just made me feel and I want to be able to look at your adorable face while I try to do it." Had it been a request, I would have said yes. Had it been an order, I would have followed it without question. Either way, I immediately started to move.

In all my fantasies about Elizabeth, they ended with me pleasuring her and giving her a mind wrenching orgasm. We had just fulfilled that fantasy. Now though, Elizabeth was taking this beyond my fantasies. She was going to pleasure me. It was everything I wanted and more. The reality of all that hit me full force. I looked into her eyes and once again saw love. Her love for me.

I said, "God, you are so beautiful."

Elizabeth's smile got even bigger and she said, "Flattery will always get you somewhere but you were already getting this." At that point I felt her tongue touch the bottom of my labia and lick upward. Another shudder went through my body as I felt her tongue reach the peak of its lick and Eliabeth moved back down to repeat the action. After a few of these one-directional licks, she began to lick back down after licking upwards.

I was trying to be careful not to get too low and smother her. However, when she began to force her tongue deeper inside my slit, I began to lose a little bit of control over myself. Elizabeth kept a firm hold on my butt cheeks and lifted me a little. It was fortunate for both of us because it not only allowed her to breath but it also allowed her to keep licking.

Soon Elizabeth was devouring me. Her lips and tongue were all over my crotch and everything that she was doing was giving me immense pleasure. Having already been so turned on just from looking at her in the silver bikini, it did not take very long with her ministrations on me before I could feel my own orgasm quickly approaching.

"Elizabeth, I'm going to cum." I warned her.

She leaned away from me enough to say, "Go ahead sweetheart. Please, I want to do this for you so much." Then her mouth was right back in action on my privates.

I knew she had said she wanted to see me as my orgasm hit and I was doing what I could to maintain the eye contact. However, when the moment finally arrived and I felt the wave crash over me, I screamed out and my body leaned backwards. My head snapped back and my eyes closed as I felt the release flow out of my vagina the likes of which I had never experienced. My hips bucked of their own will and I could feel the wetness all over my thighs. It took a little while to run its course.

When I finally felt the orgasm subside, I looked back down at Elizabeth. She had a sheen from all of my girl cum which covered her face. She also still had an amazing smile. I was a little disappointed that I had lost the eye contact and I said to her, "Sorry I leaned back like that, I know you said you wanted to see me cum."

"Oh, I did see you cum Sweetheart. And let me tell you it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life. Come here." She tried to slide out from under me and I moved down her body so that I could lean down and we shared a kiss. It was thick with my own taste but neither of us seemed to care about that.

After we had kissed for a while, Elizabeth leaned back and said, "So, will you stay over tonight."

"I would love to but I'll have to call my mother again. And I also have to use the bathroom."

"Tell you what, you go use the bathroom and I'll let your mother know we're binge watching another show."

"UUUUU. Now you're lying to my mother." I say playfully.

Her reply was, "If it means having you here tonight, sure I will tell a fib or two."

When I got back from the bathroom, Elizabeth was still on the phone. "No, really Maura. I am so happy to have her here."

"Yes, Maura. It does get lonely sometimes and she's been so nice to keep me company."

"Why thank you Maura."

"No. I've had some dates. But there is no man in my life at the moment." Elizabeth mouthed to me, "See, that wasn't a lie."

"Maybe soon, who knows." Now she mouthed "No, there won't be. That one was a lie." I had to stifle a laugh.

"Well, it's just we have one more episode left in the season but you know they always leave you with a cliff hanger so we'll probably want to watch the first episode of the next season as well."

"No, I asked her to stay."

"No, she's been fine. A respectful guest."

"No. There's the bed in Cynthia's room. She's slept in that bed plenty of times." Again, looking at me she mouthed, "Again, not a lie."

"Okay Maura, I'll send her home early so she can do anything you need done around the house."

"Good night, Maura."

"Yes. I'll tell her. Take care."

As soon as I knew the call was done, I broke into a full laugh. Elizabeth started to chuckle along as well. When I finally stopped, Elizabeth said, "I do want you to come up and sleep upstairs with me tonight, but I have to apologize in advance for how my room looks."

"What do you mean?"

"The inspiration for the bikini was a last-minute thing and I had to find it quickly. So, I threw a lot of stuff out of the closet and out of drawers until I found it. And I had no time to put any of it back."

"I think I'll be able to overlook it." Elizabeth smiled and held out her hand. I quickly went to her and put my hand in hers and she led me to the stairs. This was now the second time I was walking naked up to her bedroom. The last time I had thought it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship and those memories did quickly come into my mind. But I had an even better feeling this time. That first time I had no idea anything could go wrong. This time I knew it could happen but I was confident we had truly crossed our own Rubicon.

When we got to the top of the stairs, Elizabeth continued forward but I began to turn to the right. This would take me toward Cynthia's room. When she looked at me puzzled, I said, "Well, you told my Mom I would be sleeping in Cynthia's room, soooooo..." I held that out for a while.

Elizabeth kept smiling but closed the distance between us again. Then she let go of my hand and used both of hers to clutch my ribs and started tickling me. I yelped and tried to twist away but she kept after me. I finally got around Elizabeth and sprinted for her bedroom, with her in hot pursuit.

I was looking back at her as I entered her room and after two steps launched myself onto her bed. Instead of landing on her comforter or blanket, I landed on clothes. I surveyed the bed and then looked up at her.

"I told you. I had to throw stuff around until I could find that bikini. I'll take me hours to get it all back but it was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Completely worth it. Look, since you did that for me, I will help you. But for now, can we just move this stuff and worry about folding it tomorrow."

"That sounds like an excellent idea. Grab what you can and put it over on that dresser. Thanks."

Between the two of us, we gathered all of the scattered clothing and carried them to different dressers. As we came back to bed, we were now on opposite sides. We stood there naked, looking at each other and we each slowly got on the bed. We knee-walked toward each other and met in the center. We wrapped our arms around each other and began to kiss. It was very slow and sensuous, but very loving as well.

With Elizabeth being a little taller, when we broke the kiss, I started to press my lips at her throat and chest. I felt her lips on my forehead and I looked up into her eyes. I could see the same happiness and fulfillment that I felt in my own heart blazing in those beautiful eyes.

As if reading my mind, Elizabeth said, "I love you, Rosemary. I am sorry it took me so long to be able to say it to you. It's just that I finally realized I am happiest when I am with you and no one can make me happier." She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine for another brief but passionate kiss.

When we broke from that, I said to her, "Elizabeth, I knew how I felt for a while but I knew there was a chance you would never feel the same way. Yes, it took a while and yes there were some potholes along the way but I am here with you because now you want me to be here as much as I want to be here. What could be any better than that?"

We embraced again and continued to kiss in an unhurried physical expression of the words we had just exchanged. Our hands ran up and down each other's bodies. The touching was not meant to be arousing (although there was some arousal) but was a part of the deep intimacy we were sharing.

I do not recall exactly when or how but we ended up laying on the bed and continued to kiss and hold and touch each other. Elizabeth finally broke the kiss and said, "I am not sure I want this night to end."

I replied, "If it doesn't, we won't have all the other nights ahead of us."

"I love how you look at the world. I know there is a chronological difference between us but you have an old soul."

"I will take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one. It is definitely part of why I love you."

"Then I am glad I have it." I leaned in and gave her lips a quick peck. Elizabeth got out of bed and turned off the light. When she climbed back in, I turned and snuggled back into her. We fell asleep spooning, our bodies touching, connected in a way that I knew was perfect. Like it was meant to be. As I drifted off to sleep, I did have a feeling of déjà vu. But there was no way that Elizabeth could pull back again, right?