Beautiful Pt. 03

"Please, yes." I was almost shocked at the husk, the wanton desire in my voice. I pushed up onto my elbows, now full on all fours. "Please."

A heady moment of pressure before the bulb at the head popped inside me, and I moaned as the length pushed through my core. It stopped, withdrew, and then pushed in deeper, this time touching the deepest part of me, pleasure streaming out into every limb.

Bill hadn't been a slouch in the length and girth department, but even on his best day he couldn't hit the perfect depth that Sandy was at right now. She drove in and out, my body spiraling higher and higher. The ribbed texture on the phallus tripped over my g-spot, while the tip hit that deeper, perfect place inside me.

Sandy's hands were on my hips, and I let her set the rhythm. I'd almost forgotten how incredible it felt, to let someone have you in the most intimate way possible. My heavy breathing quickly turned to moans, and then to cries of pleasure as the stimulation became too much, and my insides began to grip and pull on the length inside me in orgasmic bliss.

As my body quieted Sandy held me to her for a moment. "Wow, I didn't even have to use my little friend."

I let her slide out of me, and I collapsed down onto the mattress, rolling onto my side so I could face her. "What little friend?"

She reached over to the side of the bed, and I took in what she'd been wearing just below her toned stomach. It was maybe six or seven inches long, bright purple and ribbed the entire length. Sandy grabbed something from the edge of the mattress and held it out. It was a vibrator, about five inches in length with an angled head.

"Most women need something like this to get them there. I wanted to be ready." She wiggled the new toy at me and I reached out and touched it.

"You're so sweet." A grin stole across my face. "You know, I may not need it, but it might still be fun."

"Yeah?" Sandy's smile doubled in brightness.

"Yeah." I turned back onto my stomach and pushed up onto my hands and knees. I looked back over my shoulder. "You up for it?" I didn't know what got into me, but I wiggled my raised butt at Sandy, watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide as saucers. She positioned herself behind me, and I closed my eyes as the length of the strap-on slid through my folds. I held my breath as she positioned the head where it needed to be, and moments later I was filled with her again.

I groaned into the headboard, and within a few strokes I was on the verge of forgetting about the new toy, but it all came back to me when I felt the buzzing against my hip. Sandy slowly worked the tip around my waist and over my tummy and through the soft hair on my mons.

"Oh, Shi-it, Sandy, god." My hands gripped the edge of the mattress, white knuckled as she pressed the blessed red tip against my hood. The hum seemed to resonate through my entire body as the strap-on continued to work, in and out. deep inside me. The pleasure was so intense I could barely breathe, and I knew another, huger (is that a word?) orgasm was in the offing.

I wasn't disappointed. What followed was the most toe-curling, fireworks-inducing explosion of pleasure I could remember, and it seemed to go on forever. I screamed out loud and long, and when I finally quieted, Sandy slowed only long enough to catch my breath before she started anew.

I only lasted a few minutes before torrents of ecstatic bliss were on me again. After they subsided I slumped forward, feeling a definite sense of loss as Sandy's accoutrement slipped out of me. Fortunately, she immediately crawled into my arms and I rested against her, reveling in the feel of her skin against me. Her mouth found mine, and our kiss was filled with depth and passion, and I sank into it, the energy from our lovemaking still echoing through my body.

When she finally broke away I just stared up at her, my eyes wide in wonder. Sandy stroked the side of my face. "I think you liked that."

"Mmm, what gave it away?"

"I can't imagine." She kissed me again for just a moment before pulling away, the smile slipping from her face as her intense gaze pinned me to the mattress. I was flat on my back, and her hand ran from my neck down between my breasts and down to my core. "Do you want more?" Her fingers swirled around the sensitive entrance to my vagina. "I want to give you more."

My breath caught in my chest. God yes I wanted more. I squeaked out some sort of affirmative, nodding my head.

"Good, don't move." She climbed down off the mattress for a moment, pulling something new out of her bag. She quickly swapped the phallus she was wearing with a smaller, black one, curved slightly upward with a pair of rabbit ears above.

I reached out to her as she climbed over me, my legs spreading in welcome. I angled my hips up as she positioned the new attachment before pressing into me. My eyes closed, rolling up under their lids as the tip inside me at the same time as the rabbit ears caressed my clit. I felt Sandy's lips close over my neck, and I slipped my hand behind her neck, holding her to me as I wrapped my legs around her.

I moaned into the evening as she moved against me, just a little, tickling and teasing all the right spots, her tongue swirling all along my sensitive neck. Her mouth pulled away, her weight easing off of me as she pushed up on her hands.

I opened my eyes, almost shuddering at the look of intense concentration on her face. And without a sound she began to thrust, deep and powerful, in and out, the ears playing over my clit with every penetration.

During sex I'd always sought that one, perfect, blissful moment where I could completely surrender myself to being taken. And when I found it, if I was lucky, and he was taking his time, it would last long enough for me to find release. But one thing I'd learned over the years is the more I sought that feeling, the harder it was to find.

But usually I hadn't had three mind-shattering orgasms beforehand, and with Sandy I knew, both practically and emotionally, that she wouldn't stop until I was satisfied. One look in her face told me everything, that my pleasure was her only concern, and her intense determination to give me that would carry me through.

In and out, and my spirit sank into the ocean of peaceful bliss surrounding it. In and out, as my enraptured body tensed, preparing for its inevitable release. In and out, as my mind shut off, and the only thing that existed was my lover, the perfect union between us at this moment. I groaned in ecstasy as pleasure seized me, my body pulsing over and over to the joyful, primal rhythm of orgasm.

"Oh, baby girl. So beautiful." My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Sandy's voice, her gaze fixed on me, tender and full of wonder. The way she looked at me, it made my emotions boil over, tears rolling down my cheeks. My mouth reached for hers, and as our tongues began to caress each other, she began to stroke inside me again.

I could go through each consecutive, wonderful round, but it will suffice to say that there were several, each just as wonderful and soul filling as the last. Eventually Sandy pulled out of me, pushing off the strap-on while I held one of her hands, which now that I think of it was an accomplishment in and of itself. Once it was gone she climbed over top of me, knee walking towards the headboard.

"Please, baby?" Her labia were swollen, dripping with need, and I knew exactly what she wanted. I hooked her legs with my arms, pulling her core above me. "Ohhh, god." Sandy moaned as my lips and tongue made contact with her sex, and I pulled her clit into my mouth.

Half an hour later I was smiling ear to ear as she lay behind me. She held me gently, one finger slowly circling an areola as she breathed kisses on the back of my neck. I snuggled back into her, wondering at the joy in my voice as I spoke.

"God, I'm gonna be sore in the morning."

"Aww, poor baby." She nuzzled into my hair, which made me giggle. Her hand slid down over my belly to the soft, sparse hair on my mons. "Been a long time for the little lady?"

"Tee-he. Well, yeah, but she's never had a workout like that. She still doesn't know what hit her."

"I guess I'll have to explain it to her again sometime. As many times as it takes."

"I think she'd like that." I turned in Sandy's arms, taking a moment to stare into her lovely green eyes. Her hands ran over my back, not shying away from any crease or roll, her expression shining with blissful contentment.

"I can't believe I'm really here, that I got to do this with you. I've been dreaming about it for so long."

My brow crinkled in confusion. "So long? We just met a few weeks ago."

She gave me a soft kiss. "Can I make a confession?"

"Okay." I had no idea what she was getting at, but the embarrassment in her voice was adorable.

"The first time I saw you was two years ago, when I was an assistant coach over at Marion Heights. You guys played an away game there, and I remember seeing this stunning woman sitting up in the corner of the visitor's stands."

"You're lying!"

Sandy blushed. "You were wearing a blue top and loose white pants, and I could barely keep my attention on what I was supposed to be doing. The next year when we came to Lost Valley you were there again, wearing an orange wrap around blouse and dark blue jeans. I kept telling myself when I took this job that it was a long shot I'd ever even meet you, and even if I did that you were probably straight and married. I dreamed about you so many times, though, I couldn't help but hope."

My eyes burned with tears, and I couldn't think to do anything but kiss her. What she'd said sounded like a silly story, something that happens in fairy tales, and not real life. But there was no mistaking the sincerity in her face, and the fact that she was here, pressed so intimately against me.

I couldn't say that I'd noticed her at the games she'd just mentioned, but there was something I could say. "I fantasized about you, too, after that dinner. I almost never let myself think about women, and I knew you'd never be interested in me, but I couldn't help it."

She tilted her head, eyes wet and shining, and we came together in a deep, gentle, passionate kiss. When it ended we pulled each other close, and I rested in the closeness of her.

***

When I woke the bed was empty, but I could hear the shower in my ensuite running. I was just considering getting up to see if I could join her when it shut off. I just lay there, listening to the sounds of Sandy moving around in the bathroom. The sink ran, and there was the whir of my blow dryer, and eventually Sandy emerged already wearing a pair of scrubs. She walked over and sat down at the edge of the bed, leaning over and kissing me softly.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

I grinned and stretched under the sheet. "Morning. You have to go?"

She smiled sadly and nodded. "Yeah. My first patient is at eight, so I have to get going." She stroked my hair. "I had such a good time this weekend, Melanie."

"Me too." I pressed myself against her hand.

"So, I don't see patients Wednesday afternoons, we could do a long lunch."

I nodded, grinning ear to ear. "That sounds great."

"Okay, I'll text you. I'll keep it clean just in case the kids are around." She pressed her lips to mine. "But it won't be easy."

I got out of bed and put on a robe so I could walk her to the door, and we shared another long, goodbye smooch before she left. I closed the door behind her and watched as she walked out to her orange Jeep. There was a bounce in her step that made me giggle. God, I felt like a kid again, and regardless of all the anxiety surrounding this relationship, it felt good.

***

I took a seat in the small set of bleachers, watching Sandy as she moved between the players as they went through their cool-down stretches. Paige was at the front of the group, calling out movements. I'd had to remind myself not to blush and wave to the coach when she saw me. She'd stayed professional, of course, but there'd been a twinkle in her eye when she'd seen I was there.

The practice ended, and Sandy came over to talk to the parents while the girls went in to change to go home. What would it be like if we were together, not hiding, if she could just come over and kiss me like I so badly wanted her to? We didn't speak, which was probably for the best, since my emotions were such a mess around her.

"Mom, you okay?"

I looked over at my daughter as she drove us home. "What? Sure, why?"

"Well, you let me drive without any stern warnings, and you haven't made a single comment about how I'm doing. Usually you're all, like, 'put your turn signal on, honey, don't follow so close.' Y'know, stuff like that."

"Oh, sorry, just some things on my mind. And you're doing great."

Paige laughed. "Thanks. So, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing important."

"Well, if you want something important to think about, Kaylin's parents got her a car. Now they don't have to come pick her up after practice anymore." She looked sideways at me, a little half smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

"Nice try, little lady."

"Oh, but I do need some money for a homecoming ticket. They're on sale now."

"Did someone ask you to the dance?"

"No, and that's fine. A bunch of girls on the team are going together. And I need a dress. I guess I could try to wear something I already have." She made her voice sound resigned and pathetic, which made me laugh.

"Alright, fine. Besides, your grandmother would skin me alive if you went to a school dance without a new dress."

Paige pulled into our driveway, heading around back and into the garage. Once she had the van in park she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, we can go shopping Saturday. But for that car quip you get to help me make dinner"

"Aww. I have homework!"

"Then you better get started. You can make the rice."

We climbed out of the car and headed inside. "Y'know, Mom, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I have to know how to cook."

"I'm not teaching you to cook because you're a girl. I'm teaching you because you're a person. I promise your brothers will get their fair share. Now come on."

I tossed Paige the package of rice while I pulled out the chicken breasts I'd defrosted. I started to work on them while Paige measured water into a sauce pan.

"Mom!"

I looked over at her. "What?"

"You're singing!"

I tried to laugh off my blush. "I was not!"

"You were, too."

I heard the fridge open to my left, where Charlie was pulling out a container of blueberries. "You were singing, Mom."

"So what? Don't ruin your dinner, honey."

"I won't." Charlie disappeared back into the family room.

Paige stirred the rice into the water as she turned on the burner. "So-o, why were you singing? What happened this weekend?"

"Nothing." My cheeks burned, and I could hear the defensiveness in my voice. "Give that a stir."

My attempt at deflection failed. "Did you meet someone at Uncle John's Fundraiser?"

"No, most definitely not." I laughed off that idea. "Maybe I'm just happy the lights of my life are home."

"Uh-huh. We come home a lot. You don't sing. You always said you'd never lie to me, so tell the truth. Please?"

I closed my eyes and had a quick internal debate. Was Paige more likely to drop it if I just kept up with my little white lie, or if I told her a simplified version of the truth? I really didn't want her snooping around trying to satisfy her teenage curiosity.

I breathed out a sigh. "If I tell you, it has to stay between us. I do not want your brothers, your father, or god forbid your grandmother asking me about it. Understood, young lady?" Paige nodded, wide-eyed. "Fine, yes, I've met someone. I like them a lot, but we've only been out a couple of times, and it's way too early to introduce everyone, okay?"

Paige was grinning from ear to ear, her hands flat against each other in front of her mouth. "Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed. "Of course, sweetie."

My daughter wrapped her strong arms around me. "I'm proud of you, Mom, and I'm really happy for you."

I chuckled, touched. "Thanks, sweetheart." I couldn't help but wonder how happy for me she'd be if she knew exactly whom I'd started seeing. But that was a question for another day. I'll admit it was kind of surreal, sitting around the dinner table with my three children. Usually it was me wondering what was going on in their inscrutable teenage minds. Now I was the one with the huge, life-altering secret.

I remembered sitting down to dinner with my parents after the first time I'd had sex. I'd been seventeen, and, after the first uncomfortable moments, I'd loved every second of it. But after sitting there with people I'd known literally since before birth, it was so strange. They had no idea their little girl wasn't so little anymore, and I couldn't believe how everything was the same, but so different, too.

This was very much like that. I had to remind myself several times that I was an adult, and that I hadn't done anything wrong, that I was in control of my own life, and made my own choices. But that didn't mean that they couldn't get me in trouble.

***

Sandy - So, how do you feel about Chinese Wednesday?

Me - Sounds perfect. That's something else on the list of things Charlie won't eat. Although we do go occasionally and get him sweet and sour chicken with plain rice. No sauce.

Sandy - So chicken nuggets and white rice?

Me - Yep. Fried rice has vegetables. And try to get him to eat an eggroll, "yucky face emoji"

Sandy - lol Want 2 talk? I'd love to hear your voice before bed.

I rolled onto my right side under my covers. Me - Okay.

I pressed the green 'accept' icon as soon as it appeared on my phone. "Hi."

"Hey, beautiful. I miss you."

A grin stretched across my face. "Already? It hasn't been twenty-four hours."

"It didn't take twenty-four minutes." The purr in her voice sent a shiver down my spine. "You? You haven't been regretting it, have you?"

She was trying to be funny, but I could hear the touch of fear in her voice. "Mmm, never. But I do need to tell you Paige caught me singing under my breath."

Sandy laughed, a rich deep sound. "Really? Why were you singing?"

"No reason." I held off a fit of the giggles for a few seconds, but when I stopped laughing I did tell her. "Paige got it out of me that I'd met someone, though. We just have to be careful."

"That's hard. Being around you makes me crazy."

"You behave."

"Okay, I'll try. Are you in bed, baby?"

I giggled, rubbing my legs together under the sheets. "Yeah."

"What are you wearing?"

I could feel the blush burning across my cheeks. "Some, um, sleep shorts and a camisole."

"Ooh, sexy."

"I felt sexy today for some reason."

"Good, I'm glad. You know the pretty camisole you're wearing?"

"Uh-huh."

"Take it off."

***

An hour later, when I'd finally disconnected the call, my body was humming from the orgasms I'd given myself while Sandy's voice had been in my ear, whispering how beautiful I was, how incredible I tasted, how much she wished she were the one touching me.

I didn't go to pick up Paige on Tuesday after practice. She said she could get a ride home with Kaylin, and someone had to get Charlie from middle school, since his robotics club was starting up. It was somewhat of a relief, not having to be hyper aware of my expressions and body language around Coach Dalton.

When Charlie and I got home Paige wasn't there yet. I got dinner into the oven, checked in with Will, who was downstairs playing some video game or another. I sat by the front window with a book.