Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 06

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Dinner with Jenna and Ian was wonderful. I don't talk much about him but it's not because I don't like him. He's very handsome, he loves my daughter, and they've made a beautiful child.

Not unlike others in my family, the conversation eventually drifted to... us.

"Mom, I'm sure everyone else had told you it was a bit of a shock to see you with your lovely Kara." He smiled at her. "Jenna tells me you knew you were bi when you married Dylan. Was it a bit of a surprise to find yourself so smitten with her?" Our eyes met. The smile said it all. I looked at my daughter; her smile echoed Kara's.

"Yes and no, Ian. I loved my husband for a good deal of the time we were married. It seems it wasn't much of a secret things had eroded toward the end." I can't pretend to be happy talking about this. My fingers ran up and down the side of the glass that was sweating in the August humidity. I looked at my lover and my daughter.

"The thing we talk about most of all is how much older I am than Kara." Who immediately groaned. "She hates that it bothers me; it's less of a concern now than it used to be." I shrugged. "But I have an ego too."

"You should, Mom, you're beautiful. You may have had three kids, but you're lovely." I won't lie; I blushed when my oldest said what she did.

"Thank you, Jenna." I turned my attention back to Ian. "It was more of a shock to learn that Rach was gay. I'm sure the two of you have talked about it. Thoughts?" Husband and wife exchanged glances.

"Jenna's given me her impressions of June. They seem perfect together." He looked down as he shrugged. "The surprise factor was a given. So what! She is who she is; she's gorgeous, she vivacious, and she's your kid." Jenna laughed.

"And she's a pain in the ass!!" Big sister weighing in on little sister.

"Yeah well fine; as long as she's with her Junie, she's not your pain in the ass." Both of them laughed.

"Junie?" Big sister laughed at that.

"Uh huh!! She let that one slip one night at the house." Speaking of! "We're both full speed ahead as it relates to selling the house and Kara's condo." I shrugged. "We'll see how it all works out, but are you sure you're okay with it?"

Not a moment's hesitation. "Absolutely! It would be nice to keep the casa, but we're grown and with taxes and the rest being what they are -- do what ya gotta, Mom!" Ian nodded in assent.

And so it went. It was great to spend a night of casual conversation with family. They did have to leave early. Ian had work in the morning and there was the babysitter who needed to get home.

We sat out on the patio with our drinks after they left.

"That was fun, baby. Ian's quiet but well spoken. He's really cute too." Mm hmm. "Hey, ya know what I'm not sure we ever talked about? What did Jenna do about work after Ella was born?" Funny; that seems so long ago already.

"It worked out pretty well actually. The baby was born with about a month left in the school year so staying home wasn't a concern. The summer passed and she went back to work. They have someone come in while she's working."

"That has to be tough for a new mom, leaving your newborn home while you go to work."

"I stayed home with the first two and, as I told you, I wasn't very happy when Rachel came along. It messed up my plans to finish school and get a job. But it all worked out. Since we're going to be here all week, we can get started doing some of the things Gail told me I should do to get the house ready."

"Oh joy! Well, we'll have to do the same next week when we stay downtown." I nodded. Fair's fair after all.

"It's still so damn muggy; let's go inside." There was no argument from her!

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The week went by mostly uneventfully. We were comfy with each other; living together for extended periods like we do helped. I was looking forward to the house going on the market and selling. Gail had assured me that the market was coming back to life; that there was a lot of pent up demand for both buyers and sellers.

"Some of the homes that fared badly when the economy tanked have seen their value rise so that owners either are no longer underwater or they're pretty darn close. With that out of the way, we've seeing plenty of action in the market."

Anyway, Tuesday was 'Person of Interest' night. We cuddled on the couch and watched.

"That guy, the husband, I remember him from 'The Office.'" Blondie watched a lot of TV.

"Zoe is such a babe. She looks so much better than she did on 'NYPD Blue.'" A lot of TV. But she's cute and she kisses real good! And stuff. Eyebrows are wiggling! There was some of that during commercials.

"Those two were both on 'Lost.' They're married." I love the show. The peanut gallery is sort of annoying. Thankfully, she kisses wonderfully -- and often.

"It's adorable that Harold did the scavenger hunt for Grace." I cried both times I watched the episode. Blondie noticed.

We were both on our sides, me on the inside, my arm around Kara. She moved, pushed me to my back, then put a hand under my head. The other was just under my breast. She leaned, kissed me, and said, "I would do something like that for you if you liked them that much." We kiss a lot!

"What I liked most of all was that he cares enough about her to do it. Did you see all the little things like the ice cream?" My beauty nodded. "It was so simple and so sweet." I ran the fingers of both hands through her hair, held that adorable face in my hands and said, "Yeah, I'd like that!" And there was more kissing.

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The 'Bette' discussion had to come sooner or later, didn't it? It happened Thursday on the train after the work day ended.

"Have you decided yet whether or not you're going to go back to Bette?" I shrugged.

"Well I need to see someone." Gorgeous knew what I meant and nodded.

"Are you going to tell her about the slap?" I bit the inside of my mouth as I thought.

"Yeah, I pretty much think I better don't you?" I think we both knew it was a good idea. Kara turned and looked at me.

"Ya know what; you haven't heard from JR in a while. In fact, Jenna never mentioned them on Sunday. Do you think they've got their thing figured out?" I've been trying to figure out what to do about them -- if anything.

"For now, I'm still taking the attitude of 'leave well enough alone.' I'll call when we get home, just to say hi, and see how the call goes." Blondie nodded.

"Yeah, I like that. Getting back to Bette; sorry, I got off track there. Anyway, was she supposed to be back this week or next?" I've been racking my brain trying to remember.

"I've tried but I don't remember. I was there the day before the 4th, and you came back with me the following Thursday. If I have to choose I'd say today. Why?"

"Are we leaving Thursday from work?" I nodded.

"Yup."

"Okay, so the question is - do you plan on seeing her before we go or after?" I don't know!

"I'll call her tomorrow and schedule something for the following week." Kara nodded.

"Good; that's fine. I'm hungry." Predictable and adorable; that's my blondie!

She really was hungry, and by the time we got off the train and into the car I was too. We stopped at Boston Market to get something to go. It had been a while since I'd been in one. All the meals came with cornbread which neither of us wanted. The a la carte menu offered turkey breast, which sounded yummy. No, we didn't get mashed potatoes or any of that delicious, fattening stuff! We decided on fresh steamed veggies. We couldn't resist -- Kara got a slice of chocolate cake and I got a chocolate brownie. Living large! Sixteen ounces of turkey breast may be too much; so what! We got the whole enchilada for under $20. Cha ching! And it was delish to boot! And two women in love can do such fun things with chocolate frosting! Yes, Thursday was a very nourishing night -- for the tummy and for the soul.

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Saturday was the Arlington Million? It was too funny; Miss I Don't Know Anything About Horses jumped up and down like she had money on the race. Hee hee! I told her to pick a horse for her fav; I'd take the field. The prize was sex -- which is hardly a surprise. I won. And won... and so on!! It didn't happen the easy way.

"They cheated and made my horse the second place horse. He won; that's so not fair." My silly blonde pouted. "And you get to have all the orgasms I can give you and I don't get any." Oh blondie, you're so adorable when you pout.

"That was the bet. It was your idea too. I told you it wasn't a very good idea; we even shook on it." When I say we shook on it I'm not talking handshakes. Oh no! I mean shake - as in get all loosey goosey limbed and fling your arms about like an idjit.

We had dinner after the race. It wasn't fancy. Sometimes when I cook chicken I made a couple extras. Tonight we used one as part of a salad. I added tomatoes, celery, sharp cheddar, jalapenos, carrots and whatever dressing we agreed on. Kara cut up the chicken into little bites. It makes for an easy meal; we had it outside. It was warmish but not too humid.

When you're with someone it's easy to take them for granted. My hand's in the air. We're still new enough there's a sense of wonder now and then. There are the quiet moments. For instance, Kara likes to lie on the carpet and watch TV. I find myself staring, looking at how gorgeous she is. She's close to 40 but fit. I think by now I know every inch of her. There are times when I wake up and she's still sleeping. Watching as she lay on her tummy. A leg bent and a leg straight. An arm tucked somewhere in the middle and another barely touching me. And blonde everywhere.

Why did I add that? Because my honey was deep in thought as we ate. I looked up; the blues were looking over the landscape of the neighborhood, eyes darting here and there, taking in what had to be at least somewhat familiar terrain. Relationships are so much more than sex!! Her eyes came around to me; she smiled. Simple and so damn romantic!

"I can feel you watching even when you don't think I see you." Another smile. "It's cute, Lissy." She reached for my hand. "We're good together; good for each other." She cocked her head. "I know you struggle with the age thing at times. That's all well and good. I think it's an advantage now and then. I'm young enough to keep you fresh and you're old enough to help keep me grounded. And you're wise; wise in the ways only a mom can be. You get rattled now and then. But you've raised three kids. You don't worry about a lot of things I do. Course I probably worry about a whole different set of stuff than you." A shrug. She kissed my hand. "End of the day, we love each other. That matters."

"I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all. This is another one of those times. And all you're doing is holding my hand. I'm actually glad we're sitting. I'm not sure I could stand if we were. And you're right; what matters is that we love each other."

Just like we were a couple, we both leaned in at the same time and kissed. And giggled. Cuz we're us; a couple... in love.

It had been building for a while, partly because I was afraid to ask for what I wanted... thought I needed. Tonight was so good I didn't want to wreck it by asking but what the hell right?

"Can I tell you something?" Kara frowned.

"What kind of question is that? Of course..." She stopped; maybe she'd seen it in my eyes. My heart was pounding; I was actually lightheaded. "Please do, Lissy."

"I want you to... no, I want to be restrained tonight. Instead of using the under the bed things on my wrists, use them on my thighs and calves to keep my legs spread." Blue eyes widened. "Use scarves for my wrists, lover. And maybe use one for a blindfold." Blue eyes were impossibly wide. I nodded. "I want you to use the crop on my pussy." She gasped.

"I can't do that to you. It will hurt. I never want to hurt you." I saw the tears.

"It probably will. I just want to find out how much I can stand. I don't understand it, Kara. I just... it's been a while since we've played like that. I want something different. Can you... for me?"

"I guess the best I can do is say I'll try." I nodded.

"Agreed. I can't ask you to do what will leave you feeling less about yourself."

"If I can't, if I see you're in too much pain, you know I'll want to stop. What should I do?" I honest to god don't know.

"I think that's part of the struggle, lover. I need to know what my limits are and find a way to push through them. I think. This is so fucking odd I don't even know how to talk about it, let alone ask you to be part of it. But who the fuck do I ask if not you? I'm not going to go look for some domme who might turn out to be some sort of sadist. And I'm sure not some kind of masochist. I... hell, part of the problem is I don't know exactly who or what I want, let alone why."

"I'll try, honey. We'll try. You want the blindfold so you don't know when the blows come right?" I smiled.

"Yeah; for that matter, when or where they come." I shrugged. "You can do more than kitty. It might be... whatever." I shook my head and sighed. Still holding my hand after all that, Kara stood, came around to my chair, sat on my lap and kissed me. I whimpered. I opened my mouth for my miss even as the tears started. God I'm so damn lucky!!

The kiss went on forever. It was needy and it was delicious. There was passion in it for sure. Hunger? Duh! There was an undeniable feeling of begging -- mine. And of acceptance -- yours. When the kiss broke, you smiled and took my hand.

I followed you inside. Once the door closed, you locked it. You pushed my back against it, kissed me lightly, and began to undress me. Okay! You'd done this before; many times in fact. Most times there was hunger in your eyes. Well, I suppose lust would be more accurate. Not this time; it was something else. Love? Yes of course. I stepped out of my shorts and panties and stood nude before you -- again.

"Put your hands flat against the door and keep them there Lissy, no matter what I do." Your blue eyes were warm and soft. Whatever was going on in that pretty head wasn't clear yet. But I would do as you asked because you asked.

Your hands began to move, caressing me, moving slowly over a body you knew all too well. I watched your eyes. You knew where to touch. There was no hurry, no need to arouse -- though I couldn't help but be. You smiled when I shivered or when you felt goose bumps rise. And there were those tickle spots. I saw the mischief in your eyes and smiled with you. Even when you went to a knee to caress my legs and feet, your eyes never left mine. I was insanely aroused; wet beyond belief. I knew you could smell me; hell I could.

Your caresses weren't just on my front either. Shorter than me, you looked up at me while not touching me with anything more than your fingers and palms. I felt your warm breath on my skin. I seriously wondered if I was going to cum from just this luxurious faux massage. I can't imagine a masseuse being any more intimate -- though I doubt they keep eye contact the entire time.

And never once did you touch my pussy. Oh, you nudged my legs apart with your hands. The caresses were on the inside of my thighs and calves, front and back. I thought I might die if you didn't. I could feel your breath on me. Of all the times we'd made love, this was the most tortur... WAIT! Was that it? Was this your lesson? That pain didn't have to be an ingredient in lovemaking to be intimate?

I started to cry. It started slowly but the intensity built quickly. That no knees thing I'd mentioned earlier sped through my consciousness. I leaned back against the door, hoping my legs would withstand whatever this emotional maelstrom was. Your eyes never left me; never teared either. I was pretty sure your heart was being ripped to pieces. But you never stopped those delicious hands. I never knew where they'd go next and wondered if you did. I saw the glitter of humor in your eyes. I laughed through the tears. Damn her, she does know! You chuckled again.

Okay, I give up. I pulled my hands off the door and reached for you. Before my hands touched you, you had taken two steps back. Your eyes were dark pools of blue anger. Oopsie!

"This is not about sex. I TOLD you not to touch me, to keep your hands on the door. Keep them there. Do as you're told, pet." My shoulders slumped as my hands returned to the door. I was shaking with unbridled and unrequited lust.

You spun on a dime and headed somewhere. When you reached the panel you shut off the lights. Holy fuck! Am I supposed to stand here all night? I'm naked and at some point I'll need to use the bathroom. Aw crap; just the thought of that got Ms. Pissy Bladder going. Geez!!

I hear rustling; you're closing the drapes. Why? Who knows. Any chance of catching you through what little ambient light there was in these damn suburbs was fading. I listen for footsteps going up the steps. There she goes. Well fuck!

Well Melissa Eileen, you've spent many a night awake with this kid or that one. There were the nights you didn't dare sleep until you heard your child come home. You've told people you were asleep on your feet with a newborn. Suck it up girlfriend. Your miss has given you your marching orders.

I think it was the air moving just in front of me that had me open my eyes just as your lips pressed to mine. A nanosecond later your skin pressed to mine. And another nanosecond later your arms circled me and a leg pushed between mine. I shivered uncontrollably. Every last cell was on high alert. I didn't shiver; I shimmered. We kissed, and as we did I wondered how I could take in the extra oxygen my body screamed it needed in my hyper excited state.

Pleasure coursed through me, careening wildly in my core as well as my furthest outposts. And I never moved my damn hands. There is no way to describe the torture. I was in control of my body but you were in control of my hands. I felt your fingers slip lower on my belly and wondered if.

You bitch! Inches from heaven, you split the 'Y' and skied south down my thighs. I moaned.

A mind left to its own devices will wander in the most amazing and amusing ways. I thought of your fingers as if they were playing hide and seek on my body. One hand chases the other in a madcap race with no end.

If she touches my clit I have no chance. I'll explode into so many pieces...

Everything stopped.

I felt your warm breath on my skin.

"Come to bed, Lissy."

I waited to see if you'd take my hand. I felt you leave.

I followed.

I'm yours.

It's not about this -- not about that silly miss-pet shit. I'm yours. And you're mine.

Without asking or being told I climbed on the bed and lay on my back. I felt the bed shift when you joined me. Hmm; maybe you'd been waiting in the far corner and climbed to the middle. I felt you between my legs, which were open and waiting for you.

Curiously, you didn't rest between mine but had a leg on each side of my left leg. I felt you over me; felt your warm breath as (I think) you looked at me.

"Thank you baby; you were magnificent. Only one slight bobble; you held up well otherwise. I'm not sure I could have done nearly as well." What on earth are you talking about? "Am I confusing you? Do you still want me to do what you asked earlier?"

Oh! I shook my head. "No, Kara. Please, oh my god, please make love to me." I wrapped my arms around you. "But no, I don't need pain to feel pleasure. I have no clue how you knew to do this to me. You're wired into me like nothing I can conceive or believe. Who gives a damn; it just is!" I brought you to me and kissed you hungrily.

"I need you. I want you. Please take me. Make love to me." I felt the tears start again. I'm hopeless!! "I love you."