Hero Worship Pt. 02

"Sure." She took a drink from her bottle. "I can handle being called names."

"Still, I'm sorry."

Aly ran her fingers through my hair, and we shared a few gentle kisses as we had our drinks. When we were done Aly announced she wanted to dance some more, and we made our way back that direction. After a few selections a slow song came on, and Aly wrapped herself in my arms. She looked up at me, whispering softly.

"You know, I hear you can go for hours, and make a girl come and come."

I smirked at her. "That's the rumor."

"Wanna show me?"

"Hell, yeah."

She led me off the dance floor and toward the door. I was able to wave at Jared as we left, and he gave me a big thumbs up. Such a guy thing to do. Soon we were on our way home, earlier than I'd expected, but I didn't mind, all things considered. Aly was holding my hand as we drove, and that felt nice.

When we got back I led Aly up the stairs. She let me ravish her a little in the entryway before breaking away and holding me at arms length. "I'll be right back, I want to surprise you."

With that she ran and grabbed her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the lock click, so I resigned myself to waiting. I undid the top few buttons of my black silk blouse. I kicked off my shoes and socks and sat on the bed before using my phone to start some music on my wireless speakers. I hopped up to light a candle, which is what I was doing when the bathroom door opened.

"Good evening, My Lady."

I almost dropped the lighter. Aly was standing in the doorway, illuminated from behind by the bathroom light. She was wearing a sea green see-through robe that stopped above mid thigh. No bra, just a wisp of matching sheer panties underneath.

"Holy God, Aly." I knew my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn't help it. "Where'd you get that?"

"This old thing? I only put it on when I don't care what I wear." As she was speaking she pushed out a hip and ran a hand up through her honey brown hair, gathering it up and exposing her neck. The whole display made my heart skip a beat. I was lucky Aly couldn't keep a straight face, and I managed to close my mouth and smirk at her.

She crossed the room in just a few steps and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I kissed her soundly, feeling the energy in my body sing at the contact.

She broke away and crawled up on the bed, turning me towards her and unbuttoning my shirt. When she finished I slipped it off over my shoulders while she started on my jeans. When they were unfastened I stepped back and gave her a little show of my own as I peeled them off. Down to bra and panties I opened my nightstand door and pulled out the two strap-ons.

"So which one do you want? The Captain?" I held up the big purple one. "Or Tennille?" I shook the smaller black one at her.

In response she untied her nightie and dropped it down to the mattress. Rising up on her knees, she pulled me close and kissed my shoulder, before slowly working up my neck until her lips were molecules away from my ear.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my name."

I laughed and pulled away so I could look in her eyes, which, despite what she'd just said, were all excited innocence. "The Captain it is then." She signified her acceptance of that proposal by pulling off my sports bra and sucking one of my nipples into her mouth. I sighed and slipped my hand behind her head, gently holding her to me.

After a few glorious minutes I pushed Aly back onto the bed and crawled over her, tossing the requested item onto the bed. "Turn over."

Aly rolled onto her stomach, the glorious curve of her ass rising off the bed. I ran a hand over the soft skin there, humming in appreciation. Aly arched her hips up, intensifying her shape, and I ran my fingers down between her legs, where her wetness made her folds feel like silk.

I leaned down and kissed one of her round cheeks, breathing in the scent of her arousal. I slipped a finger inside, making her raise her hip and let go a long moan that made me shake inside.

"Get up on your knees." I slid my unoccupied hand under her belly and lifted gently as she obeyed, while the other continued to slide in and out of her sex. She turned her head towards mine, her eyes alight with pleasure.

"That's so nice, Taylor."

"I'm just getting started, baby. I'm going to take good care of you."

She smiled, innocent and trusting, her eyes fluttering closed as I stroked her G-spot. God, she's lovely. I moved my lip back to her skin and crawled back between her legs. Her outer labia pressed together, with her swollen inner lips pouting out between them. I pressed my lips to her, pushing my tongue deep inside and earning a gasp from my lover. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, reveling in the taste, but eventually had to pull away, leaving her on the brink of orgasm.

Aly whined in protest, but stopped as soon as I began buckling on the Captain. My fingers dipped into her again, and I used her copious nectar to coat the purple phallus I was now wearing. I moved into position, holding Aly's hips and letting the length slide over her pussy.

"Oh God, please." She pushed back against me.

"You want this?"

"Uh-huh." Her whimper made my grin widen. "Please."

One or two more strokes over her clit and I positioned the head at her entrance. "Ready?"

Aly responded with a whimper and an attempt to push herself back against me. This time I let her attempt succeed, and I slipped inside her.

"Oh! God, yes!"

I didn't need any further urging. I withdrew and plunged in again, this time sinking all the way until I could feel the back of her legs pressing against my thighs. She threw her head back, and I watched her beautiful hair fall across her shoulder blades as I began to withdraw and drive in again.

I drove the pace quickly. I knew she was already close, and I had no desire for a slow burn. That would come later. I could tell by her energy that my baby needed to come and come quickly, and I meant to oblige her. I wrapped my hand around her belly and began stroking her clit in time my thrusts, sending her screaming over the edge.

I was never going to tire of listening to Aly come. It was the perfect combination of a little girl's squeal and the throaty moan of a succubus. And she was in full voice tonight as I felt her spasm around my strap-on.

As she began to come down I slowed my penetrations and removed my hand from her nub. I moved gently at first, before settling into a steady rhythm. Aly was letting out high, cooing sighs with every stroke. I smiled to myself. This was the time for long and slow, and I steadfastly refused her attempts to increase the tempo. I let my fingernails scratch gently over her back, making her shiver and shake her head slowly from side to side.

Her golden brown hair flowed like a river down her back. I ran my fingers through its velvet softness.

"You can pull it if you want." Her voice was a shaky whisper, and I had no desire to say no. My fingers tightened around her locks and I pulled slightly.

"Ohhh!" Aly's head tilted back, mouth open in ecstasy. Her hands reached forward and grabbed my metalwork headboard, raising her shoulders slightly, which changed the angle of penetration. The phallus was riding more against the front wall of her vagina, the textured underside definitely stimulating her G-spot.

At least, I realize that now. At the time, I just thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Even as turned on as I was, I didn't speed up, continuing to work slowly and deep. We slipped into a perfect rhythm.

After a wonderful length of time Aly began to beg a little. "Please, just a little harder, Oh, My Lady, I need to come, please."

How could I deny such a lovely request? Ever so slightly, I increased the tempo, more and more until Aly let go a guttural rolling growl that passed into a long, shaking moan as my beautiful girl came apart under my ministrations. And I wasn't done, not by a long shot.

I don't think we went for hours and hours, and I would never be so crass as to count her orgasms, but her long, cooing hum of pleasure as she collapsed onto the mattress when we were finished filled me with pride and love. God, was it love? I shook the question of that away, slipping off the harness and lying next to her, gathering my girlfriend into my arms.

She slipped a leg between mine and nuzzled into my chest. "God, My Lady, my whole body feels like Jell-O."

"Good, Jell-O, right?"

"Mmm, the best. The slightly warm, squishy kind." She ran her fingers up and down my spine. "Now how am I gonna take care of you?" I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. "Don't even start. I'm not going to sleep until I get a chance to taste that pussy." She kissed my shoulder. "But how can I do that when I can barely move?"

"I don't know." I looked deep in her eyes, those beautiful, shining eyes, which suddenly took on a mischievous gleam. "It's a conundrum. Any ideas?"

She bit her lip, looking like an eight year old about to ask a malleable grandparent for a cookie. "You could sit on my face." Her expression was almost indescribable, all eager innocence.

"Really?"

Aly bit her lower lip and nodded with wide eyes. "Please?"

"Ok, won't say no to that." As I rose up on my knees Aly ran a finger down my stomach and into my wet pussy. Once coated it went directly into her mouth with a moan, the sound of which sent thrills down my spine.

I straddled her and watched her eyes change from innocence to wanton desire, staring directly at my sex above her. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips. She wasn't kidding, or doing me any favors. She wanted me. The question as to how that was possible was wiped away as I lowered myself to the promised land, and eager lips enveloped me.

It was my turn to steady myself by grabbing the metal worked headboard. Aly went at me with gusto, her eager enthusiasm from our first night together had not abated in the slightest. Her technique, however, had improved in that short time, and her humming moans as she licked and sucked were driving me crazy.

I looked down, seeing her totally focused on her task, completely lost in me. It was so beautiful. My body began to shake and a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, my pent up desire shaking my world as it released.

I slid down Aly's body and into her arms. If she really hadn't been able to move before, she must have found her strength somehow, as she rolled me onto my back. Not that I put up any resistance, nor did I stop her as she shimmied down my body until her head was between my legs.

She trailed her tongue over my inner thigh. "May I have more, My Lady?"

"Oh, God, Aly." She smiled up at me from between my legs, and my heart almost broke at her beauty. She was so lovely. Her brown eyes closed as she put her mouth to me, my pupils rolling up into my head at the intensity of the pleasure.

I don't remember how long she worked on me, or how many times I came that night. I remember floating down from another orgasm, and Aly crawling up over my body. I pulled her close, listening to her purr in pleasure as she nuzzled into my shoulder.

I held her tight as I could, even throwing a leg around her, pulling hers in so that her thigh rested against mine. There were only two thoughts in my head. One, I did not deserve this precious creature in my arms. And two, I was never, ever letting go.

- Aly -

Heaven. Just absolute, indescribable happiness. I'd never been held so tight. Taylor let go only long enough to pull the covers around us, but I still whimpered unhappily when she did.

"Don't worry, I've got you."

"You won't let go?"

"No, baby, never."

"Okay." I could hear the emotion in her timbre. I'd said something that had struck a nerve. But the sincerity in her voice was obvious, to me at least. Whatever it was, I felt absolutely safe in her arms. She kissed me gently on the forehead, making me sigh. I felt my soul relax, and the last coherent thought I had before I slipped away was both simple and life changing. So this is what falling in love feels like.

When I woke, I was on my side, while Taylor's fingers ran up and down my arm. My lids fluttered open to see her lying next to me, her blue grey eyes soft as she watched me sleep.

I couldn't help but smile. "Good morning." She could look at me like that forever.

"Morning, baby." My heart did a little flip at the endearment. "Sleep well?"

"Mm-hm." I stretched out under the covers. "What time is it?"

"Just past seven-thirty. I've gotta start getting ready. Sorry." She was still smiling softly at me, which made me all warm inside. I sighed, knowing I couldn't hold onto this magical moment any longer.

I couldn't keep my face from falling a little, and Taylor reached out and stroked my hair. "I've gotta take a shower. We have some time. Join me?"

It was a wonderful half an hour. We loved each other slowly, washing and caressing, filled with wet, endless kisses. I knelt before her and worshipped her as I had the last time we'd showered together. That felt wonderful, as did the way she kissed me under the water's flow after I finished.

Once we'd dried each other Taylor went back out into the bedroom while I dried my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror I was almost shocked at the reflection. I was smiling, not a stupid, goofy smile, but one of contentment. I loved sleeping with her, and I didn't just mean the sex. Getting ready with her, eating breakfast here. Sure enough, when I shut off the blow dryer I could hear Taylor out in the kitchen.

I dressed quickly and made my way out for breakfast, where my lover already had a bowl of oatmeal ready for me, with brown sugar and raisins, just like I liked. The first bite sent a warm feeling through me, just like when Taylor smiled at me, like she was now.

"It sucks that you have to work today."

"I know, baby." I grinned at her, and she sat up straight. "Do you hate it when I call you that?"

I laughed to myself. "I always thought I would. A couple of my boyfriends called me that, and it always grated."

"I'm sorry, I'll..."

"Sweetie, let me finish." I reached out and grabbed her hand. "But with you, it's different. I like it. Love it really." My cheeks were heating up but I held her gazed. "Maybe it's not very feminist of me, but I like being your baby."

She squeezed my hand, and her dazzling true smile spread on her face. It wasn't her knowing smirk, rather it was shy, unsure, and absolutely beautiful. "I like it, too. And don't worry too much about the feminist angle. After all, you are in a relationship with another woman."

I could see the realization of what she'd said dawn on her, but I wasn't going to let her off the hook. "Is that what's happening?"

"I mean, um, well." She grimaced adorably. "I put my foot in it, didn't I?"

I stirred my oatmeal with my spoon. "That depends. Is that what you want?"

"I asked first. Sort of." We both laughed, and I reached across the table to take her hand in both of mine.

"Taylor, I know you don't know me really well, but I don't date around. And I certainly don't sleep around. This last week, it's meant so much to me. And I want to see where it goes."

"You really want to be saddled with a same sex relationship your senior year of college? You wouldn't be happier if I just faded away?" Her voice was thick with emotion, and it broke my heart.

"You mean am I scared? Sure. I'm scared about telling my parents, my sorority sisters. But I'm a hell of a lot more scared of walking out that door and never seeing you again."

"Okay." She shook my hand a little.

"But I'm not the only one here. What do you want, Taylor?"

Her voice got really small, but I heard every word clearly. "I don't want to lose you."

"Oh, sweetie." I stood up and moved around the counter and took her in my arms, burying my head in her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere. Please trust me." Taylor held me close for a minute, her body relaxing as she did.

We finished our breakfast, the conversation much lighter. I gave Taylor a deep, lingering kiss before she got on her bike and rumbled off down the street, and I leaned against my Mini for a moment, savoring the residual taste of her on my lips.

The front door opened, and Vicky stepped out onto her porch. I looked at her and smiled.

"So, back again, Aly?" She sipped from her coffee cup and gave me a knowing look.

I glanced up towards Taylor's apartment and blushed. "Yeah. She's kind of addictive."

Vicky chuckled. "I bet. Would you like a coffee? We could talk."

I nodded. Writing this now I can see how some might be nervous about me going into the empty home of an older, not to mention devastatingly beautiful, lesbian, but that thought literally never crossed my mind at the time. I think it's just because you haven't met Vicky. She has this energy, a big part of which is her absolute devotion to the woman she loves, and I was totally comfortable saying yes and walking into her house.

I took the mug that Vicky poured for me and added some cream and sugar before taking a sip. "Mmm, that's really good."

"I get it from a special shop. It is very good." Vicky took another drink from her own cup. I could sense her desire to ask me something was warring against her hesitancy to pry. Finally the former won out. "So, are you out to your family?"

My cheeks heated up and I stared down at my mug. "No. It's only been a week"

"So you have not been in many relationships with women then."

I smiled weekly. "This is my first."

"And you start with our Taylor. Bold choice."

"Yeah, I got the impression from you guys she doesn't really do relationships." I leaned forward and put my elbows on the counter. "But I don't think it's because she doesn't want one. I think she's scared."

"When I first met her, Taylor was, um, broken, I think. That has been almost four years. Maybe now she has healed." Vicky sat down and beckoned me to join her.

"She's mentioned a girlfriend in college. I guess that didn't end well."

Vicky nodded. "I did not know her then, but I have heard the story. Unfortunately it is not mine to tell."

I nodded, obviously a little disappointed.

Vicky continued. "Since then, though, no girlfriends that I have seen. She has certainly not brought any to meet us." Her gaze was significant over her cup. "Until now.

That renewed my blush, and I couldn't help but smile. "I really like her." My eyes glanced up towards Taylor's apartment. "I'm worried she doesn't trust me, though. Just things she's said, like she figures I'll lose interest."

Vicky nodded. "When Jennifer retired, she felt the same. We had been together for almost three years, but still, it was very hard. She was the well-known athlete, I her beautiful girlfriend. After she hurt herself, we moved here and my modeling career did very well, and suddenly she was on my arm, instead of the reverse.

"She never said anything, or indicated that she did not trust me, but I could see it in her eyes. People would treat her like she was not there, they hit on me often, whether she was present or not, men and women. Even my agent told me to break it off, it would help my career to be dating someone more well known."

Vicky leaned back in her chair, looking up at the wedding photo hanging on her wall, eyes clouding with memory. "I will never forget that night, when I came home I was so upset, but I couldn't tell Jennifer. She held me while I cried, and when I asked she made slow, beautiful love to me. Every touch confirmed how much I was loved and cherished by this woman, and that no one would ever love me as purely and deeply as my Jennifer, and I never wanted anyone else. As I lay in her arms afterwards I told her what my agent had said, and we both cried. She asked if I wanted to leave. I had never seen her so hurt. I swore that I did not and begged her to never leave me. She proposed to me there, in our bed."