Soul on the Rocks: The Reunion

After a little soul-searching, I've come to the conclusion that erotica is not my forte. I can't even write a decent kiss.

Still, I decided to finish Soul on the Rocks, for those of you who wanted to know how things turned out for Kelli and Amanda. And, I admit, I wanted to know, too.

Thanks, and so long,

erotichajj

*****

Ping.

"Hi, folks, this is Captain Ramirez speaking, we're now flying over the Mississippi River at an altitude of thirty-four thousand feet. We'll be landing in Cincinnati in approximately fifty-five minutes..."

The restroom door clicked shut and Amanda made her way up the aisle. One hour, she thought, and then what?

Sex, certainly. Kelli had promised her that much without being the least bit graphic; her sweet, suggestive tone of voice alone had been enough to raise Amanda's body temp a few degrees.

"I had aftershocks for days. I owe you, beautiful," Kelli had said. "And I always repay my debts."

Remembering Kelli's promise had nearly made Amanda miss the airport exit this morning. It had sent her scurrying to the ladies' room, half an hour before boarding call, for a few minutes of much-needed relief. The diaphanous blue boyshorts she'd bought to wear for Kelli had ended up neatly folded and stowed in her handbag.

I'll put them back on when I have control of myself, she'd decided. And she had, just moments ago, despite the fact that control was still very much an issue.

What will she say when I tell her I love her?

Amanda settled into her seat, dug out her iPod and scrolled down the playlist. She found the song she wanted to hear, set it up to repeat and put in her earbuds. Sex, and then what, she wondered. Was that all Kelli wanted, or was there more?

Do I tell her about Eric? She should know, shouldn't she? I will, if things turn out. I know she can handle it. I just hope I can.

Christine McVie started singing "Over My Head," and the coiled spring of excitement and anxiety that she'd fought for most of the past week tightened in her stomach again. Amanda closed her eyes and Kelli was there, kneeling before her, lust gleaming in her ice-blue eyes.

I always repay my debts, beautiful, Kelli whispered.

Amanda fidgeted in her seat as Kelli breathed warm promises into those pretty blue boyshorts.

I am not going back to that restroom again, she decided. Wet or dry, they'll have to do.

-

Amanda's head swiveled left and right, frantically scanning the seating area, then the concourse beyond. No Kelli. Where is she? I'll... I'll have her paged...

"Can I help you, miss?" A light tap on the shoulder accompanied the female voice, pleasant and professional.

Amanda turned toward the voice. "Yes, I..." She dropped her carry-on tote. "Kelli!" she squealed as Kelli gathered her into her arms and spun her around until her legs were flying out nearly parallel to the floor and she started to get dizzy.

Damn, she's strong, Amanda thought, I hope she doesn't let go.

Kelli set Amanda down carefully and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Welcome back, beautiful."

"Kelli Adams, you booger," Amanda giggled. "You had me worried."

"Did you really think I'd miss this?" Kelli said. Amanda shook her head and watched as a single tear trickled down Kelli's cheek. "Thank you, Amanda. Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me," Kelli said.

"Well, thanks for having me."

Kelli smiled. "You look fantastic," she said. "Love the new hairdo."

"And you haven't changed a bit." Amanda's eyes swept over Kelli's slim, shapely figure, still as flawless and nubile as a twenty-year old's, clad in a clingy white silk cami top and knee-length pencil skirt that virtually defined casual elegance; it made her feel a bit frumpy in her faded jeans and sweatshirt. "I'm so jealous. What's your secret?"

"Clean living," Kelli deadpanned, and they both laughed. "Come on, let's get your stuff and get out of here." Kelli threw the tote over her shoulder, grabbed Amanda's hand and gave it an impatient tug. "Baggage claim's this way." And off they went, chattering like magpies.

"You must have gotten up early," Kelli said.

"Four o'clock," Amanda answered proudly. "Believe me, I'm not used to that. I'm a slug."

"You're such an adorable little slug, though," Kelli offered.

"Why, thank you," Amanda giggled. "But seriously. I needed to finish packing, I took a shower. It's almost an hour's drive to the airport, too." I even allowed myself fifteen minutes to jill in a public restroom, just in case...

"So, how was the flight?"

"Way too long," Amanda answered. "I thought the plane would never land."

"Tell me about it." Kelli's hoarse, shaky whisper stopped Amanda in her tracks. "I was here at quarter after eight, waiting for you," she said, eyes sparkling with tears. "And praying..." she added, dropping the tote to take Amanda into her arms.

"Oh, beautiful," Amanda cried, wrapping her arms around Kelli in a desperate embrace.

"I've had ten months to get over it, to get over you," Kelli sniffled. "But I haven't. I can't. And I don't want to. I love you, Amanda."

"I love you, Kelli," Amanda sobbed in reply. She closed her eyes as Kelli's lips pressed softly into hers and they abandoned themselves to a deep, loving kiss, neither of them caring if anyone was watching or what they might be thinking. And the sight of the two of them, two beautiful women in each other's arms, kissing and crying tears of joy, unabashedly proclaiming their love in the middle of the concourse, did indeed draw the attention of an elderly couple creaking by, twenty feet away.

"Herman, just look at them," hissed the lady quietly, nudging her husband with an elbow as they passed, "that's obscene."

"I see 'em," he croaked. "Goddamn dykes, swappin' spit in public."

The wait at baggage claim seemed like an eternity. At last Amanda saw her suitcase pop through the black rubber flaps at the far end of the conveyor. "Here it comes," she said, turning to Kelli.

"Well, it better get here soon, lover," Kelli murmured into her ear. The soft brush of those lips against her neck, the smell of her hair, the barely-contained excitement in her voice, sent a delightful shiver up Amanda's spine. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

-

The rule was simple and unspoken: Anything goes, but no sex. That would come later, after dinner.

So Amanda did her best to slice the bacon into proper lardons while Kelli treated herself to choice morsels of her neck and earlobes.

Kelli nearly fumbled the sauté pan when Amanda snuck up behind her to give her tits a good, healthy squeeze. Kelli returned the favor a few minutes later, slipping her hands under Amanda's sweatshirt to tickle her belly while she was reaching for the bay leaves.

Kelli knelt down to find a clove of garlic and ended up kissing every inch of Amanda's sandaled feet, both of them, from her red-tipped toes all the way up to her ankles. She never did find the garlic, knowing full well that it was still on the cutting board.

Amanda hiked Kelli's skirt up over her panties to give her a playful slap on the ass as she bent to open the oven door. And a wedgie when she closed it.

Both of them drank more wine than they were used to, because they took turns tasting it from each other's mouth after every stage of the prep.

All things considered, it was a wonder that the boeuf Bourguignon had made it into the oven at all. They'd done their level best to drive each other crazy, reveling in the slow, mad escalation of sexual tension, seeking relief in occasional kisses that only made matters worse. Neither of them even realized that they were hungry, at least not in any way related to food, until the exquisite aroma filling the kitchen convinced them to call a truce.

And their dinner turned out magnificently. They spent a leisurely hour praising each other's culinary skills while they enjoyed it and another forty minutes in conversation, catching up on the more mundane details of their lives while they made eyes at each other across the table. After they cleared the dishes and stored the leftovers they adjourned to the living room, each with a last half-glass of the Burgundy that had gone into the dish, to finish digesting while they discussed more important matters. Kelli plopped down in her favorite easy chair; Amanda sprawled comfortably across the loveseat that faced it.

"So, tell me." Kelli took a sip of her wine. Her eyes flashed over the glass at Amanda.

"Tell you what, exactly?"

"About the night of the concert. Your version. From the beginning."

"Well, let's see. I came to town for a symposium. I heard that Soul on the Rocks was playing at a club a block away from my hotel, and I just love SOTR, so I had to go. And I met this stunning old broad named Kelli Adams..."

"Come on," Kelli chided, stifling a giggle. "I'm only forty-two."

"I still don't believe that," Amanda said, then shrugged. "You were there, beautiful. What else do you need to know?"

Kelli paused to collect her thoughts. "Why did you approach me?" she finally asked.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately? You're sexy as hell. Why not?"

"Because you told me you'd always been straight, too. And there were plenty of good-looking guys there who would have let you pull their eye teeth yourself to spend the night with you."

"Well, what about you?" Amanda countered. "None of those guys would have turned you away either."

"Maybe not. I don't know. I had no interest in finding out, either." Kelli took another sip. "I gave you all kinds of excuses when you asked me why I was alone. I told you I was too busy for a social life. Devoted to the kids I teach. Counselling their parents, helping them cope. Volunteering. Blah, blah, blah. Which is all true, as far as that goes. But I'd always managed time for a social life before. The whole truth is that I didn't want to be with anybody."

"Dressed like you were? You could have fooled me."

"That's the way I dress for a concert. Always have. It's my vice, I guess. Or maybe my alter ego." Kelli grinned sheepishly. "Hey, even us old broads need a little positive reinforcement now and then."

"Well, you got plenty of it. I saw the little scenario at the bar, incidentally. I don't know who was staring at you harder, him or me."

Kelli chuckled at the memory of the red-faced bartender she'd caught leering at her ass, then she shifted uneasily in her chair. "I was alone because I was tired, Amanda. Tired of dating. Tired of one-night stands, not that I had a lot of them. Tired of looking for Mister Right, and never finding him. And most of all I was... afraid, I guess, of not being able to connect with any of the guys I'd been seeing. I thought maybe something was wrong with me."

Amanda said nothing but the understanding look in her eyes told Kelli to go on.

"I dated some really nice men, too," Kelli said. "Kind, loving, attractive men who would do anything for me..."

"Who wouldn't?" Amanda said.

Kelli returned Amanda's smile before continuing. "And I tried. I tried to return their affection. I tried to convince myself that I had feelings for them. I had sex with a few of them, and it was okay. But I never got that feeling, that special, swept-off-your-feet, head-over-heels feeling they say you should have when you're really in love. I wondered if I ever would." Amanda's heart skipped a beat as Kelli's eyes locked into hers. "Then I spent a night with you."

"I didn't think you'd go through with it."

"I almost didn't. You can't imagine what was going through my mind. I mean, there I was in a hotel room with a woman that I'd only known for a few hours, she's an absolute fox, and she's asking me to go to bed with her," Kelli said. "I'm scared to death, getting wetter by the minute, and I end up wanting her so badly that I can't talk myself out of it, despite my proper Christian upbringing..."

Amanda raised an eyebrow.

"Dad was an ordained minister. He passed away when I was thirteen," Kelli explained. "Heart attack, his second one."

"I'm sorry," Amanda said. "Yeah, that would definitely make you stop and think, wouldn't it?"

"It did."

Amanda smiled. "Well, I'm glad you decided to stick around."

"Me too," Kelli sighed, "because you blew me away. Rocked my world. Choose your own tired cliché. The most incredible sex ever, orgasms so powerful they almost hurt, but every one made me want another, and you kept them coming. I felt like a lab rat being tortured with pleasure in some fantastic sexual experiment, and I loved it, Kelli wanted to say, but didn't.

"You're welcome." Hope you can handle a few more, Amanda thought.

"But that wasn't all. You know, the next morning, while I was in the shower and you were packing, it hit me all at once and I started to cry."

"Why?"

"Well, I was relieved, because I realized that there wasn't a thing wrong with me emotionally, I wasn't... frigid, or anything."

"Amen, sister!" Amanda shouted, wide-eyed, and they shared a hearty laugh.

"But mostly because I didn't want you to leave, and it wasn't just because of the sex, either. I'd finally met that certain someone who'd made me feel all those things I was supposed to feel, only I never dreamed that it would be a Miss Right, not a mister." Kelli paused to drain her glass. "It took a little time to get past that. About a minute, in fact. When your cab pulled away from the hotel I remember saying to myself, 'If only she were a man.'"

"Hmmm."

"And then I asked myself why I would want to change a single thing about you. I'd spent the last twenty years trying to find the right man. End of discussion. I was in love."

"I wish you'd called me," Amanda said. "I'd have been back on the next flight."

"I know that now. And I'm sorry. I should have called you at some point. But I couldn't deal with the possibility that I might have been just a one-night stand for you. I was afraid that you didn't feel the same way I did."

Amanda nodded. "I know the feeling. I hung up three times before I finally let my call go through." They sat in silence for a moment.

"Well, that was a neat trick, Miss Behavioral Therapist," Kelli said. Amanda gave her a quizzical look. "I ask you a question, and end up spilling my guts. So, let's get back to your story," Kelli said. "And I'll rephrase the question. Why did you come on to a woman?"

It's time, Amanda thought. She smiled and stood up. "I used to tell myself that it was this," she answered, crossing her arms at the bottom of her Iowa State sweatshirt. She watched Kelli's jaw drop as she drew it slowly up and off, teasing her like a stripper tantalizing a patron at a nightclub before twirling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. "What do you think?"

Kelli gaped at Amanda. Oh, sweet Jesus, look at her...

Amanda was wearing her shirt, the Soul on the Rocks '93 Tour t-shirt she'd worn to the concert. She'd cried like a baby when she'd given it to Amanda as a token of appreciation for the most intensely pleasurable night of sex she'd ever experienced. And now the sight of it, clinging to Amanda's curves, was enough to start a low, insistent thrumming in her pussy.

"You seduced me with it, remember?" Amanda pulled her shoulders back to accentuate the swell of her firm D-cups; her nipples were tight little nubs, poking into the tan cotton. "From fifty feet away, across a crowded lobby, the sight of you in this shirt made me drip. And, for the record," she added, cupping her breasts with a wicked grin, "I still think it looks better on you."

Game over, Kelli thought, I'm done, bedroom's right down the hall...

"What's the matter, gorgeous? Cat got your tongue?" Amanda teased.

... we'll strip on the way to save time. "You... you wore it..." Kelli finally stammered, then lapsed into silence again, devouring Amanda with her eyes as desire welled up inside her. I thought I looked good in it, Kelli said to herself, but I can't touch that, she's irresistible...

"Of course I did, you silly goose," Amanda replied, hips swaying as she sashayed toward Kelli's chair. "I remembered to wash it, too." She settled herself into Kelli's lap and stretched out sideways across the chair, calves dangling over one padded armrest, back propped at a comfortable angle against the other. "I put it on for the first time this morning." She laced her fingers behind her head, offering herself to Kelli. "I've been saving it for you," she whispered. "I'll never wear it for anyone else."

"You'd better not," Kelli replied as she fought to control herself, "because you'd give a man a stroke if he saw you in it. Or maybe," she added, tweaking Amanda's nipple, rolling it softly between her thumb and forefinger through the thin cloth, "maybe one of those nasty four-hour erections that they warn you about in the commercials." Settle down, girl, she's not going anywhere...

Amanda giggled, more at Kelli's blank, starry-eyed expression than at the wisecrack. "But it wasn't. Not really," she said.

"Huh? What wasn't?" Kelli asked in a sappy, befuddled voice. "Wasn't... what?"

"It wasn't the shirt that turned me on, Kelli. It was you." Amanda slipped her arms around Kelli's neck. "Just you. I'd have fallen for you if you'd been wearing a burlap sack and combat boots." So let's go already. And on that happy thought Amanda puckered up, closing her eyes as Kelli's lips approached.

Time to show her who's driving this bus, Kelli mused. She sucked at Amanda's lower lip just long enough to feel her respond, then pulled back, smiling at the confusion in Amanda's eyes when they finally opened.

"Let's watch Chef!" Kelli chirped.

Let's have sex, Amanda groaned to herself, then resigned herself to her fate.

-

"You still have a VCR?" Amanda asked.

"Yep. I've got a lot of old stuff on tape that I can't find on DVD. And besides," Kelli explained, "it's kind of neat, it's like a low-tech nostalgia trip." Amanda watched as Kelli loaded the tape and found the remote. She walked back to the overstuffed brown suede sofa, kicked off her shoes, lay down on her side and patted a cushion. "C'mere, you." Amanda stepped out of her sandals and snuggled in, her back against Kelli, facing the TV.

"I think you'll like this," Kelli said, brushing Amanda's hair aside to kiss the nape of her neck.

"Mmmm, I already do," Amanda purred, looking up.

Kelli giggled. "I was talking about the show, you big doofus," she said as she started the tape.

And for the next hour or so they howled at the antics and acerbic wit of Chef Gareth Blackstock, as portrayed by Lenny Henry. Particularly hilarious scenes were replayed at Amanda's request; she thought that Chef! was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.

Now Gareth was berating the kitchen staff again but neither of them was laughing; the sound had been muted some time ago. Amanda was on her back, jeans bunched at her knees, exhaling in quiet, excited gasps, staring at the ceiling and shivering with anticipation as Kelli's tongue worked a little more of her boyshorts into her damp, tingling slit.

"I've been waiting for this, lover," Kelli cooed contentedly. "Every night, for almost a year now, I've dreamed of eating this beautiful pussy. Because you wouldn't let me do it then, remember?"

Amanda could barely remember her own name but she knew how she'd immersed herself in pleasuring Kelli and ignored her pleas to reciprocate.
"So, all those nights I wondered," Kelli continued in a low whisper, pressing a finger at the top of Amanda's cleft to rub slow, teasing circles around her clit through the lacy panel, "what it looked like, how it would smell, how it would taste." She pulled the material aside, just enough to expose a puffy outer lip, and gave it a wet, luxurious lick that made Amanda moan. "And, at last, I'm going to find out."

Finally. Amanda raised her hips off the sofa and Kelli's hands were there, gliding smoothly up the backs of her thighs and into her panties, cupping her ass. "I'm going to drown myself in your pussy," Kelli whispered, hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties.

"Yes," Amanda gasped, arching higher as Kelli's tongue curled beneath the waistband into her pubic hair.

"I'm going to eat it until you scream," Kelli whispered. Then, without missing a beat, she rose to her knees, pulled Amanda's jeans to her waist, fastened the button, and zipped them up.

Amanda was still panting and shivering when Kelli, grinning mischievously, stretched out on top of her.

"After we take a short music break," Kelli said.

Payback's a bitch, beautiful, Amanda promised herself, and don't you forget it.

-

"You know what I want to hear," Amanda said. She, as Kelli's guest, had first choice of song to kick off "Retro Rock Revue."

"I've got a pretty good idea," Kelli replied. She padded over to the CD shelf, pulled out Homemade Boogie Stew, the first studio release by Soul on the Rocks, and held it up for Amanda. "This one?"

A smile spread over Amanda's face. "That's the one."

Kelli put the CD in, closed the tray and resumed her seat on the sofa next to Amanda. She skipped to track six and pressed play, turning the volume down to allow for conversation when the opening bass riff of "My Rockin' Angel" rumbled through the speakers.

"Remember when they played this at the show? The encore? And we stood up with everybody else and started singing it?" Amanda asked.

"Sure do." This is our song suddenly came to mind, it really is, and the thought excited Kelli.

Amanda batted her lashes. "And then you put your arm around me."

Kelli feigned surprise. "Why, by golly I did, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. And I was stunned. Like you said, we barely knew each other. People were watching us. And even though I could see that you were having a good time I still thought you seemed a little uptight, a little reserved."

"I was," Kelli admitted. "More than a little."

"So, when you put your arm around me, well, that was my moment," Amanda said, softly and earnestly, fixing her eyes into Kelli's. "My very own special, head-over-heels moment. I couldn't believe how excited I was, how good it felt, to have your arm around me. Such an innocent, spur-of the-moment thing, I know, but it just melted me." Amanda smiled as she took Kelli's hand. "You asked me why I approached you," she continued. "And I told you." Sort of, anyway, she reminded herself. "So... why'd you do it?"

Why, indeed. Kelli had asked herself the same question a hundred times, never finding a satisfactory answer. She'd wondered why the moment it happened, seemingly of its own accord. She'd asked herself again that same evening in Amanda's suite as she fought her fears and reached the decision that had eventually changed both of their lives. And countless times since, late at night in the darkness of her bedroom.

I don't know was an answer she'd settled for time and again, just one of those things was another. It was spontaneous, no big deal. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. I put my arm around her, so what? Let it go. But she couldn't. Why?

Now Kelli saw the answer, the true answer, shining like a beacon in Amanda's deep chestnut eyes.

And the truth shall set you free, she thought, trembling as she remembered her father, the Reverend Elson Josiah Adams, and the Sunday sermons he had based on that Biblical passage, his favorite from the Book of John. The truth shall set you free. She took Amanda's waist in her arm, just as she had at the concert, and kissed her lips as softly, as tenderly as anyone could.

"Because I wanted to," she said, and the tears came.

-

Interlude

"Retro Rock Revue"—the playlist:

"My Rockin' Angel," Soul On The Rocks (Amanda)

"Shambala," Three Dog Night (Kelli)

"Part Of The Plan," Dan Fogelberg (A)

"Embryonic Journey," Jefferson Airplane (K)

"1952 Vincent Black Lightning," Richard Thompson (A)

"Bent Out Of Shape," The Replacements (K)

"Dakota," Stereophonics (A)

"Moonchild," Rory Gallagher (K)

"Over My Head," Fleetwood Mac (A)

"Thank You," Led Zeppelin (K)

"Natural Born Bugie," Humble Pie (A)

"Still... You Turn Me On," Emerson, Lake and Palmer (K)

-

The final notes of "Still... You Turn Me On" had faded out several minutes ago but Amanda and Kelli were still dancing, in a way. The last stitch of clothing remaining on either of them was the Soul on the Rocks t-shirt; everything else was randomly scattered around the room. Kelli was standing behind Amanda, caressing her belly and whispering naughty tidbits in her ear as she decided its fate.

"I'm not sure if I want to take it off you or not. You look so hot in it," Kelli said, burrowing into Amanda's hair, sinking her lips into her neck. "I could've raped you in the living room, you know..."

"Impossible. I'm a consenting adult," Amanda sighed at the light, almost tickly feel of Kelli's hands making their way up her abs, tugging the shirt higher, baring her rib cage, cupping her breasts. But I won't be in my right mind much longer if she keeps this up...

"Feel that?" Amanda drew a quick, surprised breath as Kelli's pussy, unmistakably wet, rubbed a slow, sensual cadence into the upper slope of her ass cheek. "Hmmm? Feel how wet I am?"

Amanda could, easily. And she loved it; the slippery, intimate feel of Kelli's warm, wet sex gliding over her ass felt simply wicked.

"I'm a mess," Kelli said, rubbing and tweaking Amanda's nipples through the cloth. "I don't know if I'll make it to the bedroom now." A slow hand slid back down Amanda's belly and paused at the top of her landing strip. "What's a girl to do? Help me decide," Kelli whispered, slipping both hands under the t-shirt and her tongue between Amanda's parted lips.

Amanda flicked soft encouragement and Kelli tilted her head and leaned in. Amanda opened wider to let Kelli's tongue trace her mouth, then Kelli's lips brushed against hers and she plunged her hands into Kelli's hair, pulling her closer.

"I want it," Amanda growled as Kelli's hands skimmed over her breasts, "and I want it now."

"Earn it," Kelli said sweetly.

"I will," Amanda replied, feathering her lips into Kelli's, sucking them gently, coaxing them open and sliding her tongue in and out, darting and teasing, drawing Kelli's lips in until they were engulfing hers, then breaking the kiss just as Kelli's tongue drove deep and the grip on her breasts tightened.

"Well?" Amanda asked with a smirk. The why-did-you-do-that look in Kelli's eyes spoke volumes. Payback's a bitch, beautiful. Told you so.

"Oh, you're good. So good, in fact," Kelli whispered hoarsely, pausing just long enough to hear the sudden, ragged gasp of pleasure as she sank two fingers into Amanda's tight folds, "that I'm going to fuck you right here and now, baby girl."

Amanda trembled as Kelli's arm locked securely beneath her breasts; then she felt Kelli's pussy slip-sliding against her ass again. She closed her eyes and began to rock , riding Kelli's fingers, forcing them deeper inside her, giving them an occasional salacious squeeze. "Bring it on, beautiful." She reached back to skim Kelli's ass with her fingernails. "Don't be shy."

"Oh, I'm going to," Kelli threatened playfully, sliding her fingers in to the palm as her hips propelled Amanda forward, then out to the first knuckle as they swayed back together. "All you can handle, and then some."

"Well, I hope so. I didn't come all the way from Ames, Iowa just for boeuf Bourguignon, so do it... oh, no," Amanda whimpered as Kelli's fingers suddenly withdrew.

"Why, you impudent little brat," Kelli said, contenting herself with tracing Amanda's damp inner lips with a fingertip. "Just for that, I'm going to make you wait for it. In fact, I might not do it at all."

Amanda desperately wanted those fingers back inside her. "Please," she begged, "please, Kelli."

"Well, now, that's better." Kelli relaxed her hold under Amanda's breastbone and slipped two fingers back into her pussy, stroking gently until she began rocking again, then resumed her own slow grind, slathering Amanda's cheek with her juices. "Much better," she said in a reassuring yet authoritative voice. "Now, are you going to be a good girl for me? Hmmm?"

What's this, Amanda said to herself, it can't be. Not Kelli. Can't be...

"Answer me, Amanda," Kelli intoned, adding a firm pinch to the nipple for emphasis.

How serious is she? Let's find out! "I'll behave, Miss Adams, I promise," Amanda said in the voice of a chastised schoolgirl, shivering with giddy excitement when Kelli's breathing quickened. I'm all in, beautiful, she thought triumphantly, now show me what you've got.

"Oh, that's my girl," Kelli purred into Amanda's ear, tightening her hold around her. "And here's what you get when you're a good girl." Amanda's knees nearly buckled when Kelli slid a third finger into her cunt, then bunched them together to fuck her with slow, maddeningly precise strokes. "Do you like that, Amanda?"

Do I like it? The idea that even a smidgen of domme lurked beneath that ultra-femme exterior, combined with the new and naughty sensation of juices on her cheek and hip while Kelli's fingers worked her pussy into a pulsating lather, was too delicious to be true. "Oh, fuck, it's wonderful. Thank you, Miss Adams."

Kelli's fingers came to an abrupt halt and pulled out. "What did you say?" she demanded.

"I, I..." Amanda stammered.

"You mind your tongue, young lady." Amanda nearly exploded when she felt the sharp, stinging crack on her ass.

"Owww! I'm sorry, please, Miss Adams..." Please, Amanda wanted to say but didn't dare, do it again, please...

"Are you, Amanda?" Kelli gasped. "Really and truly sorry?" Even though Amanda couldn't see Kelli's face she could sense the excitement in her quavering voice. She could feel it in those insanely hard, thick nipples boring into her shoulders, in the warm, wet patch of flesh that felt like it was glued to her ass, in the sinewy strength of the arm clutching her rib cage. "I'm not sure if I believe you."

Smack! "Aaaghh! Yes! I'm sorry, Miss Adams. Please," Amanda searched for the magic words, "please let me come. I'll be good."

"Oh, I'll see to that myself." Kelli started grinding again, more urgently now; Amanda could feel herself leaking as Kelli eased two fingers back inside her, coating them thoroughly before pulling them out. "And don't make me tell you again."

"I won't, I'm sorry... oh... ohhh, Miss Adams," Amanda gasped as Kelli started teasing her clit with soft, circular strokes, "that feels so good..."

"Does it now?" Kelli's fingers slowed, parting to squeeze Amanda's clit gently from the sides, nudging it back and forth, releasing it, squeezing again. "How about this? Do you like this, baby girl?"

The insane tingling in her clit kept Amanda from answering; she felt as though Kelli was coaxing every ounce of pleasure in her body into that one tiny spot. She instinctively reached between her legs, only to have Kelli shove her hand away roughly.

"Don't you dare, missy," Kelli hissed. Smack!

"Oww! Miss Adams, I beg of you..." Another one of those and it's not gonna matter...

"I have had enough of your nonsense," Kelli replied in short, hard gasps, clutching her even more tightly, sweating now as her wet snatch bored into Amanda's ass. "You will come when I want you to. Do you understand?"

Amanda feverishly nodded agreement, moaning as Kelli dipped into her pussy to wet her fingers again. Her thumb drew Amanda's hood back; then a quick, light flutter of fingertip over her pearl, just one, and Amanda was suddenly at the brink, shivering and moaning, begging to come.

"I... I can't take it anymore, please..."

"You don't deserve it," Kelli snarled and fluttered again, "you nasty little girl..."

"Please, Miss Adams... oh, fuck," Amanda gasped, forgetting her promise as Kelli's fingers thrust back into her dripping snatch.

"... but I can't stand your whining anymore."

"Yessss!" Amanda cried as Kelli's thumb nestled securely against her clit, holding it captive and rubbing it hard until the first throbbing wave burst inside her, then Kelli's hips drove even harder into her ass, repeatedly pushing Amanda's clit into her thumb and inducing a series of shocks so sharp and exquisitely intense that Amanda felt them sizzling deep into her thighs; they might have brought her to her knees had Kelli's arm not been holding her upright.

"I'm coming, baby," Kelli shrieked, "I'm coming too..."

One last, numbing burst of pleasure bent Amanda double as Kelli screamed again. She felt Kelli's body jerk violently against hers, then her wet release ran in freshets down Amanda's ass and thigh and it was over; Kelli suddenly went limp, holding Amanda tightly with both arms as she collapsed into her back.

A full minute passed before either of them could find enough wind to speak. "Amanda," Kelli finally panted. "Baby, are you okay?"

Amanda straightened up, turning to face Kelli. "I'm fine... I think... oh my God," she gasped through a wide, contented smile. "You're just full of surprises, Miss Adams."

Kelli was still trying to catch her breath too. She looked apologetic, almost frightened. "I don't know what came over me, I just lost it..."

Amanda silenced her with a finger to the lips. "You sure did, beautiful," she said, slipping her arms around Kelli's neck. "So did I. And I hope we never find it." She leaned in to flick Kelli's nipple with her tongue, looking up as she did. "Think you can make it to the bedroom now?" Amanda asked.

Kelli smiled and nodded. "This old broad's not done yet. You?"

"Age before beauty." Amanda's arm made a wide sweep. "Lead on, Miss Adams."

-

Amanda's eyes snapped open and she realized that it was still early. The faint glow of dawn in the bedroom was just enough for her to make out the tranquil smile on Kelli's face; she was still soundly, blissfully asleep.

She didn't usually remember her dreams but the doozy she'd just come out of was still playing in her head.

She and Kelli were in a sumptuously appointed bedroom. Kelli lit candles, dozens of them; it seemed as if the room was filled with them, thin white tapers in ornate gold holders. Kelli lit them all and then undressed her, ever so slowly, kissing her from head to toe as she did, before taking her hand and leading her to the bed. Then she made love to Amanda, body and soul, giving her everything she wanted and more, holding nothing back, while Eric's disembodied spirit watched them from above.

The fragment she remembered most vividly was Eric's face, beaming with approval at the sight of Kelli loving her as joyously and wholeheartedly as he himself had. Then his image faded, and her orgasms began.

I will tell her, Amanda assured herself, and the sooner the better. She tried not to disturb Kelli as she snuggled a little closer, seeking her warmth. Moments later she, too, was asleep.

-

"Amanda," Kelli said in a cheery, musical voice, gently shaking and nudging the formless lump under the bedspread. "Time to get up."

"Ummf?"

"You'll be late for school," Kelli teased, giggling and poking until Amanda's head finally turtled out of the covers. "Rise and shine, sleepy head."

"What time is it?" Amanda asked, squinting through one bleary eye. Then they both widened into sharp focus at the sight of Kelli standing at the side of the bed, wearing nothing but a wispy yellow G-string and a dazzling smile.

"Quarter after ten."

Amanda couldn't take her eyes off Kelli. "Wow," she sighed. "Where's the clam shell, Venus?"

Perhaps it was the way the natural waves in Kelli's hair caught and reflected the mid-morning sun. Maybe it was the sexy, confident aura she projected; she seemed oblivious to the fact that the drapes were wide open at both windows. Or the way her magnificent body, supple and strong, seemed to glow in the sunlight. Whatever the reason, Amanda couldn't remember a sight more strikingly beautiful.

"I've got something much nicer than a clam shell," Kelli said, turning her back and bending at the waist. A saucy little bump-and-grind opened Amanda's eyes even wider. Kelli smiled over her shoulder at Amanda. "Wanna see it?"

I already do, Amanda thought, eyeing the thin triangle of silk that tapered from the waistband into the top of Kelli's cleft, and yes it is. I just woke up after seven hours of nonstop sex and a truly weird dream, and I already want that ass, and every spectacular thing attached to it. She watched Kelli's seductive sway all the way to the wing chair tucked in the corner. My ass bounces when I try to walk like that. Hers doesn't even jiggle fetchingly. It's not fair. I probably look like whipped shit. She looks like she's just had a thousand hours of beauty sleep that she didn't need in the first place.

Then a smell cut through Amanda's thoughts, a wonderful smell that had nothing to do with Kelli, the smell of... coffee?

"Ta da." Kelli spun around, holding a large silver tray. "Hope you're hungry."

"Food!" Amanda squealed, coming halfway out of the covers to prop her bare back against the headboard. Kelli laid the tray in her lap, planted a kiss on her forehead, scooted around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to her.

Breakfast in bed, Amanda thought as she took inventory, will wonders never cease?

Her mouth was already watering at the sight of the enormous western omelet, fat and fluffy, probably large enough to feed four people. Home fries with a twist, perfectly caramelized strands of finely-sliced onion. Whole wheat toast, buttered, peach preserves on the side. Two small glass bowls of fresh strawberries halved lengthwise, both topped with a huge dollop of crème fraîche. And two steaming mugs of what Amanda figured was Kelli's favorite, Jamaican Blue Mountain. One of the mugs, obviously Kelli's, bore her name in green script.

I LOVE YOU! was emblazoned on the other, bold black letters inside a red heart.

"Oh, Kelli..." Amanda wiped away a tear and turned her head, closing her eyes as Kelli's waiting lips melted into hers. She opened wider to accommodate Kelli's tongue, then sealed her lips around it, thrilling to the rough-yet-velvety texture of it tickling her palate as she drew it in, as much of it as she could.

"A girl could get used to this," Amanda sniffled as they broke. She watched as Kelli took a generous gob of crème fraîche on her fingertips.

"Well, you'd better. Because I'm a firm believer in a good breakfast," Kelli explained, painting the crème onto Amanda's breast in a circular, swirling pattern, working from outside in and delicately scraping the last of it onto an already erect nipple, gazing lovingly into her eyes all the while. "It's the most important meal of the day, you know."
Amanda plucked out a strawberry as Kelli's tongue and lips eagerly cleaned away the mess on her breast. Yeah, she decided, a girl could definitely get used to this. "I love you, beautiful," she sighed as Kelli's lips reluctantly released her nipple to accept the berry from her fingers.

"Yum," Kelli whispered. Then Amanda set the tray carefully on the nightstand and watched that radiant smile disappear beneath the sheets.

-

"So what happens now? When do we tell our families, our friends?" Kelli asked between bites of toast. She couldn't quite wrap her head around the phrase coming out, and all that it connoted; besides, she didn't feel like she was really in anything, except love.

"I've already started to," Amanda replied, "sort of."

Kelli's face went blank. "What?"

"I stopped in to see Mom and Dad the night before I came. I told them I was in love. They were ecstatic." Amanda let out a deep sigh. "Then I told them that I was in love with a woman. I told them all about you, and what a sweet and special person you are."

"What did they say?" Kelli asked. She waited nervously for an answer, fearing the worst as tears came to Amanda's eyes.

"They," Amanda gulped, then burst into a smile as her tears flowed freely, "they want to meet you. They want to meet you, Kelli. God, I was so scared..."

I'll bet you were, kiddo, Kelli thought as she reached for Amanda.

"But they were still ecstatic," Amanda continued. "I couldn't believe it."

"Didn't they ask... why?"

"Why a woman, you mean?"

Kelli nodded.

"I'm not sure they would have anyway, but the fact that I was happy seemed to be all that mattered to them. I did tell them not to be too disappointed if it didn't work out because I wasn't sure how you felt. And that was why I was going to Cincinnati; I had to find out."

"So, when do I get to meet them?" Kelli asked.

"I haven't really thought about it yet. I mean, I know you're busy. Whenever you can get away, I guess," Amanda answered with a shrug. "Hopefully this summer."

"How's tomorrow sound?"

"Tomorrow? Kelli, I..."

"I'd like to fly back with you if you want me to."

"Well, sure, I'd love it," Amanda said. "But you can't, school's still in session..."

Kelli smiled. "Just watch me, beautiful." She grabbed the phone from its cradle on the nightstand and dialed a number from memory. "Just watch me... okay, it's ringing," she said. "Hello, Jack? Kelli Adams. Jack, I need... oh, it's nice to hear your voice again, too. Hey, I know this is short notice... well, thank you, Jack, that's so sweet... listen, I need to ask a favor..."

Kelli said goodbye two minutes later. "Jack Duerra, district superintendent of schools," she explained.

"And?"

"And I've got a week," Kelli said triumphantly. "Starting tomorrow."

Amanda breathed a happy sigh and shook her head. "You're something else, Kelli Adams."

Kelli shrugged. "Just a fool in love. Guess we'd better call MidCon and book another seat."

"Guess so. You know something?" Amanda said as Kelli picked up the phone, "I think part of the reason my folks are so happy is that I've finally found someone after Eric."

Eric? Kelli dropped the phone on the bed.

"I'll need some help with this..." Amanda's voice cracked and she started to cry.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Kelli asked, reaching for Amanda's hand. "Amanda?"

"I'll be okay," Amanda sniffled. "As long as you're here, I'll be okay." She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand as Kelli put an arm around her. "Remember talking last night about that special feeling of being in love?"

"Yes."

"I had it once before I met you. His name was Eric. We... were engaged..." Amanda started sobbing softly again as Kelli tried to comfort her.

"You don't have to put yourself through this, whatever it is," Kelli said.

"Yes, I do. Please."

Closure, Kelli thought instinctively. She gave Amanda a reassuring hug and held her tight, aware that she was getting misty-eyed, too. She felt, as much as heard, Amanda sobbing her story into her shoulder.

"He was on his motorcycle. On his way over to pick me up. We were going to ride to the Effigy Mounds in Harper's Ferry, spend the day hiking the trails. And some guy ran a stop sign three blocks from my house..."

"Oh, baby." Drunk? Kelli wondered, and that's a dumb question, too. Drunk, sober, what does it matter? It doesn't.

"He was still conscious when I got to the hospital, but he couldn't move, he couldn't talk. All he could do was squeeze my hand. I was practically hysterical, but I tried to stay calm, to reassure him. I told him he'd be all right, and that I'd be there with him, I'd wait for him to get better. And when I told him... that I loved him, he squeezed my hand. And when he let go..." Amanda couldn't finish, but she didn't have to; Kelli knew the rest.

Kelli held her close, waiting for her to get herself together. "I'm so sorry. How long ago?" she finally asked.

"Almost three years now." Amanda was no longer crying; she raised her head and stared blankly into Kelli's eyes. "I... I thought you should know..."

"I didn't have to..."

"Yes, you did. Think about it."

Kelli did, and immediately realized that Amanda was right; if they were going to be together, they needed to share all the important things about each other now, rather than later. No secrets. Nothing rattling in the closet. She also realized that Eric was a part of Amanda, he always would be, and Amanda needed to know that she could accept that fact.

"Guess we'd better book that flight," Kelli said, gently stroking Amanda's hair.

"Beautiful?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thank you so much. For everything." Amanda managed a smile. "I love you. As a matter of fact," she added, caressing Kelli's cheeks, "I could just kiss you right now."

And she did.

-

"Mmmm. Kelli, that was heavenly. Thank you," Amanda purred. She whispered another kiss into that special place behind Kelli's ear that she'd discovered last year and never forgotten. Paid in full and then some, Amanda sighed to herself, as if she ever owed me anything. Almost as heavenly, she decided, was the simple yet intimate feel of Kelli's body nestled against hers, floating away together as they basked in the afterglow of yet another delicious hour of lovemaking.

"Keep that up and you'll get some more," Kelli murmured.

"Promise?" Amanda promptly sank a few wet-and-sloppies into Kelli's sweet spot, sucking madly.

"You nympho," Kelli cried, rolling Amanda onto her back and lying on top of her, "you're driving me crazy!"

"That's the idea," Amanda replied, and they both laughed. Then Amanda started sniffing at the air like a bloodhound. "Beautiful, is it just me, or do we reek of hot, sweaty sex?"

"We got the funk, all right," Kelli agreed, and they both cackled hysterically.

"Let's take a shower," Amanda said. "Together."

"Yea, verily." Another burst of giggles. "And so we shall, after I ask you a favor."

"Anything you want, beautiful, just name it." Randy thoughts of the soapy, steamy fun that awaited them was getting Amanda worked up all over again. Maybe I really am a nympho, she decided, but she hasn't let up either, so hey, keep it coming...

Overcoming playful resistance with a few well-placed kisses, Kelli extricated herself from Amanda's arms, went to the closet and brought back a shopping bag. "Mashelle picked it out for us," Kelli said. "Here." Amanda sat up, opened the bag and unwrapped the parcel inside, gasping in surprise when she saw what it contained.

"Who's Mashelle?" Amanda asked absently. Her eyes remained glued to the strap-on she held in her hands, seven inches of not-too-thick, veiny purple silicone protruding from an oh-so-feminine-looking lavender harness. Why, there's even a little bow above His Majesty. How cute is that, she thought, Kelli Adams, you naughty thing...

"My best friend. I've known her since junior high." Kelli took a seat next to Amanda on the edge of the bed. "She came out, oh, six or seven years ago. She and her partner are the only ones I've told about us." And I told her what I wanted and she hooked me up. "I've opened up to her about a lot of things. I've asked her a lot of questions."

Amanda fixed Kelli with a steady gaze. "And?" Anything else, she wondered.

Kelli smiled. Those expressive brown eyes were so easy to read, once you spent a day or two in them. "No. Mashelle only has eyes for Janita. And, in case you were wondering," she said, leaning over to blow a puff of warm breath over a semi-erect nipple, "I only have eyes for you."

I feel like she's reading my mind, Amanda said to herself, and damned if it's not turning me on even more...

"I've never done this before, so I want you to take it slow and easy, beautiful. Okay?" Kelli said.

Well, okay, Amanda mused, a tinge of confusion now coloring her arousal, but this thing isn't huge, I hope you've had more than this before, it's a toy but the principle's the same... "Sure," she answered, barely interrupting her train of thought, ...you put it on and fuck, right? Now, how in the world do you put it on? And I thought we were going to shower...

Kelli read her eyes again and slowly shook her head. And Amanda knew.

She can't be serious. Amanda's brain kicked into overdrive, spewing out shards of thought. Anal sex? No way. She held her breath, trembling as Kelli pressed her lips to her ear. Where did this idea come from?

"Yes, Amanda," Kelli whispered, kissing her earlobe. "That's what I want. And don't worry, I'll help you on with it when the time comes. We'll do it in the shower..."

"Kelli..." No fucking way this is happening, I never dreamed...

"... slow and easy. But first, I'll need some help from those magic fingers of yours to get me ready for it. There's lube in the top drawer." Kelli fixed Amanda in her steady, ice-blue gaze. "Gloves, too. Can you do this? If not, I understand. And it's perfectly all right."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Amanda could barely hear herself think as she opened the nightstand drawer. The box of gloves, size small, she noted, my size, was unopened. The lube was there too, in a clear bottle. And she could see that the bottle wasn't full, that someone had already used some of it, and it wasn't us, was it?

"Call it practice." Amanda's head snapped around. "Call it homework," Kelli said. "But I've only done it twice. With my fingers, nothing else. I wanted to get used to the feeling."

My good lord, why is she telling me this? What is she saying?

"But only if you want to. It's up to you, beautiful. We'll start with one finger, slow and easy. When I'm ready for another, we'll do it with two." Kelli's voice was quiet, hypnotic. Amanda shut her eyes and tried to breathe normally, then she felt Kelli's hand settle over hers.

"One of yours, and one of mine. Together," Kelli said solemnly, tightening her grip on Amanda's trembling hand, "and such will be our bond."

"Ohh," Amanda gasped softly, shivering as Kelli traced her areola with a fingertip. What the hell is she up to?

"We'll do it together, Amanda, you and I, slow and easy, for as long as it takes for you to get to know me, and I will be your guide. And when I'm ready for you to take me, when I'm ready for you to own me," Kelli whispered, "then I'll help you put it on. Will you do this for me?"

Amanda opened her eyes now, wide brown saucers centered in fields of white. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath. Her face was a portrait of rapt and anguished attention. Or so she hoped.

Shaking like a leaf's a nice touch, too. Wait for it, Amanda thought gleefully, wait until she begs for it.

"I'll get down on my knees and worship it if you want me to. If you'll do this for me. And then we'll take our shower. A long, hot, cleansing shower while you stake your claim to my soul, inch by glorious inch, ever so slow and easy." Kelli's eyes blazed blue fire. "Will you do this for me, Amanda?" she asked.

"Sounds like a plan," Amanda replied with a shrug, then started to laugh as Kelli's jaw dropped.

"You... you... party-pooper, how did you know?" Kelli jumped on top of Amanda, pinning her to the bed, and started to tickle her belly and sides mercilessly. "Tell me, or I'll tickle you to death."

"Never!" Amanda cried, giggling and squirming to no avail. "No, oh no, Kelli, please not there, nooooo..."

"Tell me or else," Kelli demanded, digging into another likely spot just under Amanda's ribs. It had the desired effect.

"I'll tell! Aaagh! I'll tell! Stop! I give up..."

"I thought I had you," Kelli said, faking one last poke to Amanda's ribs.

"For a minute there, you did," Amanda admitted. "As they say back home, you couldn't have pulled a needle out of my ass with a tractor." Oops...

"So how did you know?"

"I saw that evil twinkle in your eyes," Amanda said. "You can't hide it, you know."

Kelli took a deep breath, then got up and closed the drapes. Why close them now, they've been open all day long, Amanda asked herself.

"So, will you do it?" Kelli asked calmly.

Anything you want, beautiful, just name it. I said that just five minutes ago. And I meant every word. Amanda searched Kelli's eyes again. There was no trace of a twinkle now. She was serious. "Yes. But... why the..."

"Because I was too stupid to just come out and ask. I'm sorry."

Amanda smiled as she shook her head. "No, Kelli. You were too nervous to come out and ask. Right?"

"Yeah," Kelli nodded, feeling like she was going to blush or cry or both.

"But it worked." Amanda took two of the four pillows against the headboard and stacked them in the center of the bed. "If you're still up for it, that is. I'd do anything for you, you know."

Kelli nodded. "I love you, Amanda." Those blue eyes were twinkling again. "I love you so much. And I trust you every bit as much as I love you." She straddled the pillows, facing away, and stretched out, face down, head and torso flat on the bed, hips comfortably elevated and supported. "I'll tell you exactly what to do if you're not sure," she said. Then she giggled.

"What's that about?" Amanda asked nervously.

"Just thought of something."

"What's that?"

"The look on your face this morning. You've always had a thing for my ass, baby girl. You and that bartender."

And she's still making jokes, trying to calm me down now, Amanda thought, she wants anal sex for the first time in her life and she's trying to get ME to relax?

"But he's not getting any of this." Kelli looked back and winked, patting a cheek.

Amanda could feel her heart pounding in her chest. I know what I like but what about her? Should I tell her now? Would it help?

"Don't worry," Kelli said, and the serene smile on her face put Amanda's fears to rest. "You'll do just fine."

"You know something, beautiful? You're right." You make love to her, that's what you do. This is her moment. She doesn't need to worry about anything but herself. Amanda found a comfortable seated position between Kelli's legs. "I do have a thing for your ass." And you're not going to ask any questions either, she thought, she'll tell you what she wants you to know when she's good and ready. "It's..." She undid the side ties of the G-string and tugged the yellow silk between Kelli's legs.

I'm in good hands, Kelli said to herself, taking in deep, even breaths.

"... it's exquisite," Amanda continued, caressing up and down, slowly and lightly with her palms, "it's sculpted."

It's like she's memorizing me, Kelli thought, feeling as though she could drift off to sleep if not for the arousal that was taking over her mind and body. Barely aware that she was doing it, she spread her lips and started working the pillows with a subtle, flowing motion of her hips. Her arousal intensified when Amanda slipped a finger into her pussy while painting lube into her cleft with her other hand.

Her hips writhed feverishly, grinding her aching clit into the smooth satin, shaking and moaning, when Amanda feathered her cheeks a bit farther apart.

"I'm coming," she gasped quietly, exploding into the pillows as Amanda's tongue, soft, wet velvet, drifted into her valley.

Amanda started a back rub as soon as Kelli settled down. "Damn, beautiful. Bet you're relaxed now," she said.

"And how," Kelli sighed. "I'm ready for anything. Just let me rest for a minute."

"Take your time," Amanda said, pressing her fingertips into Kelli's lower back, gently probing into both sides of her spine, slowly working her way upward. "Just let me know."

"If we don't do it now I'll probably fall asleep," Kelli said. "I'll take a rain check on the massage, though."

"Whenever you want it," Amanda promised

No gloves, Amanda decided, but I'll be careful. She doused her index finger with lube, then swirled a dab of it around Kelli's star until it glistened.

"Oh, baby, I love that," Kelli said.

Amanda remembered how much she'd liked it when Eric had done the same for her so she repeated the motion, pressing the tiniest bit more firmly, edging toward the center, moving clockwise this time. And did it again and again, pausing only to apply more lube to her fingertip, until Kelli looked up and nodded. Amanda focused on Kelli's face as she eased her fingertip in and waited.

Tight. It's so tight. No other word can describe it. "You all right, beautiful?"

"Go for it," Kelli said.

She's so calm, so self-assured. How does she do it? Then she felt Kelli bearing down and she pushed, gently, until almost half of her finger was inside. "How's that?"

"Ummm," Kelli sighed, a noise halfway between a purr and a groan.

Amanda started to move her finger with a subtle side-to-side sweep, barely brushing each side. Slow and easy, she said to herself. She stopped when she felt Kelli clamp around her finger, and waited. When Kelli relaxed she began again, working her finger gently up and down this time. Squeeze. Stop. Release. Small circles began a third cycle.

"Unhhh." A sudden, hard contraction brought Amanda's finger to a dead stop.

"Kelli?" Amanda held her breath and waited.

"Perfect," Kelli exhaled as she relaxed. "Amanda, you're an absolute doll." Her eyes fluttered shut. "Do that again," she sighed. "Please. And this time, don't stop until I ask you to."

-

"Stop... ohmigod," Kelli moaned, a moan of pleasure so faint that Amanda had to strain to hear it over the steady hiss of warm water from the showerhead pulsing against her back.

She's tense. Amanda trembled as she massaged a few more drops of body wash into Kelli's taut, trembling belly. And so am I. But I'll be fine. Focus on her. Keep her aroused and relaxed. "Mmmm, nice abs," she purred. "Been working out for me, haven't you?" She rimmed Kelli's navel with a soapy finger before her hands started upward. Corny, I know, but whatever works...

Kelli turned her head slowly, peering at Amanda around a fall of wet brown hair. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth half-open, sucking in gulps of air. "Amanda," she exhaled in jagged breaths after every word, "this... is... fucking... amazing."

"Know what else is amazing?" Amanda's hands slithered over Kelli's breasts. "These." She rubbed the tips of Kelli's hard nipples with the insides of her wrists. "These are amazing," she whispered, sinking her fingertips into Kelli's firm, slick mounds, letting them slip off and grabbing them again, kneading hard as her lips kissed and nibbled their way up her neck, "you're amazing, everything about you is amazing, you're my hero, you're Wonder Woman, you're just full of surprises, Miss Adams, and I love you."
Kelli took one hand from the safety bar to push her hair aside. "Now," she gasped, flexing her knees and lowering herself into a shallow squat.

Amanda rose up on her toes. One short, careful upward nudge, and the last inch of purple silicone slid into Kelli easily, almost effortlessly.

"Oh God, yessss," Kelli cried, arching her back, clutching the grab bar with both hands and trembling, "it's incredible."

She'll be fine. Still... "You sure you're okay?" Amanda whispered.

"Play with my clit while you fuck me," Kelli groaned into the tile.

Amanda rubbed her hands under the spray until all traces of soap and lube were gone. Slow and easy, she reminded herself, repeating the phrase like a mantra as she rhythmically bent and straightened her knees, reaching in to stroke Kelli's clit and following her directions to the letter, encouraging her, loving her with confident care and thrilling to her responses, enjoying every one of Kelli's majestic orgasms as much as if they were her own, sharing in her ecstasy.

-

"The pinnacle of intimacy. That's what Mashelle and Janita called it," Kelli said quietly. "But they told me that it definitely wasn't for everybody. 'It's an offer, not a demand,' Janita said. And the way they described it made me want to try it with you." God bless both of them, Kelli mused, they had me over for dinner, they answered every one of my questions, they did everything but write me a manual. "And now I know what they were talking about. Thank you again, beautiful."

Amanda had also told Kelli one last interesting thing about Eric, a few minutes before. In subdued tones, to be sure. "Nervous?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Kelli said.

"Don't be." Amanda took Kelli's hand. "Mom and Dad are so cool. My brother Paul, on the other hand, will probably try to get in your pants as soon as he sees you. Horny little goober, he is."

"How old is he?" Kelli asked.

"Just turned twenty-two."

Kelli gave Amanda a sly, sideways glance. "Is he good-looking?" she asked, quivering as her laughter bubbled out.

"Don't even think about corrupting my baby brother," Amanda replied with a giggle and a playful sock on the shoulder, "you're all mine."

Ping.

"Your attention please, this is your captain speaking, we're now beginning our final approach to Des Moines International Airport. We ask at this time that you fasten your seatbelts and return your seat backs to the upright position..."

"And extinguish all smoking materials," Kelli added by rote. Amanda gave her a puzzled look. "I remember when you could smoke on planes," she explained.

"Who was president then, Truman or Eisenhower?" Amanda cracked.

"I suppose your folks think I'm robbing the cradle, too," Kelli whispered back, and several heads turned as they cackled in unison.

"There they go again," said the lady in seat 11B, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

She'd never before seen two people more obviously and hopelessly in love with each other.

-

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