Hero Worship Pt. 04

"Did you ever see her again?"

I shook my head. "No. When I'd get low sometimes I'd cyber stalk her a little. She's married now, and she and her husband have a baby. She'd lied to me, the whole time."

"Or she's lying to herself."

"Maybe. But she still left. It sucked, and I didn't go back to school. There was a job available at the beach, so I took it. And that's where you found me."

"And you haven't dated anyone since?"

"Not really. I guess that's why this is scary." I tapped Aly's hand holding the key.

"Thank you for trusting me. I love you."

I nodded, My heart was beating fast, and I blinked away a tear. Concern was evident in her eyes, and she climbed into my lap. God, the feel of her skin on mine was sublime. She laid her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her waist, just holding her close to me. I stroked her hair, feeling her warmth, praying this wasn't going to hurt.

We made love that night, gentle and wonderful, and not as baby and Her Lady, just as Taylor and Aly. Aly snuggled against me in the afterglow, her heart beating fast from the orgasm I'd just given her.

A happy little sigh escaped her lips, which made me smile and pull her in tighter. She was mine, my love, and I was never letting go. This feeling was worth the risk. It had to be.

***

We loaded up the truck I'd rented on Thursday morning. The art fair was open to the public Friday through Sunday, but there would be gallery owners and VIP guests on Thursday afternoon, as well as the judging for the various awards and stuff. I'd always pretended that I didn't give a damn about such things. All self-respecting artists did, after all. But it was also a lie. Every artist wants recognition, don't be fooled, especially when they're denying it.

I'd earned an honorable mention ribbon two years ago, and I still had it in my closet. I'd never be so gauche as to display it, but I knew exactly where it was. In the past I'd always entered what I thought was my most technically accomplished piece, but not this time. I was going to enter the sculpt Mr. Beville had suggested, even though it was simpler than many of my others. I agreed it was beautiful, but I almost felt wrong displaying it, given how intensely personal it was. It was Aly, after all, flying free on the ocean breeze.

Speaking of which, I'd been amazed how willing Aly had been to get her hands dirty lifting and carrying the heavy things. We found our booth space easily, the same as I had last year. The organizers had left out the tables and a canopy I'd requested at our location, and we had them set up by noon, and were able to start transferring my works onto the tables and several standing displays I'd brought.

I left a spot for Katrina, with whom I shared the booth. She made handmade jewelry, so she didn't need anything like the space I did, but she'd sell a lot more pieces than I would, especially since hers cost less. She was working today, so she wouldn't be here until after five.

As soon as we had the basics up we began to unload my pieces.

"Taylor, these really are good. I predict every one is going to sell."

She said it with obviously affected naïveté, but I tried to keep my face stern. "That's based on your years of expertise in art sales, young lady?"

She never stopped grinning, hooking her fingers into my denim waistband and pulling me close. She tilted her chin up, those incredible brown eyes flashing in the sun. "I just have an immense amount of faith in you."

I couldn't help but smile back at her, with just a little chuckle. The purity of that look slayed me, and I kissed her.

"Are we done here? Go back to your apartment?"

I kissed her forehead. "Not quite, baby. We need to get the signs up, and then I have to take Pacifica down to the judges area."

"Oh, right. And then we go get it in the morning. And the blue ribbon attached."

I shook my head. "I love you."

We hung the two banners, one advertising Knox Sculptures and the other Kat's Eye Jewelry. Then we arrived at the judging area and dropped off my entry. I spoke with the head judge while Aly held my hand. I introduced her to several of the officials, and she was unerringly charming, wearing that adorable smile, grasping my arm and gazing up at me adoringly. If I'd seen any other couple doing this it would have probably made me sick, but being with Aly just filled me with confidence, and by the time we left I almost believed her that this was going to be a life changing fair.

***

"You're so tense, My Lady."

I was. Truly. I closed my eyes and let the warm water of the shower run over me as Aly washed my back. Last night had been amazing, my baby had made me feel amazing, and I believed I'd returned the favor. But this morning I'd woken up to all my old anxieties. My dreams had been all over the place, and I'd woken up in a cold sweat.

Aly had shushed me back to sleep, or at least calmed me down enough that I could breathe normally again. Her arms around me were soothing, just like they always are, but I was still a little shaky when Aly went in and started the shower. I'd sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the water run, breathing deeply.

And now I was holding onto the safety bars as Aly washed me, my heart beating fast.

Aly's hands went up to my shoulder and began to rub as she kissed my back. "Just nervous about today, My Lady?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Does this feel nice?" She ran her hands up and down my back, caressing my muscles, her fingers applying delicious pressure to my neck and spine.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Thank you." She continued until I could feel the knots in my back start to release.

I let out a long sigh, which Aly matched with a moan of her own. "Mmm, that's right, My Lady, let your baby take care of you."

I reached back so I could touch her and she squeezed my hand. I turned to face her and held the back of her head as I kissed her. Her mouth dropped to my neck, then breastbone, then my stomach as she went to her knees before me. My palm still rested against her wet hair as I guided her to my sex, eyes closing as her lips and tongue began their glorious work. I drew in deep breaths, relaxing into my baby's worship. My inevitable orgasm washed over me. I pulled Aly to her feet and kissed her long and deep and pure. My muse was right. She was always right. Today was going to be wonderful.

- Aly -

I wrapped my arms around Taylor's waist as she started up her motorcycle, looking over her shoulder as we pulled away. We'd dropped off the rented pickup, since we wouldn't need it again until Sunday, if at all. I'd driven it over while she'd followed. It'd be a lot easier to park the bike at the crowded fair.

We puttered up behind the booth, and I pulled off my helmet and shook my hair out as Taylor killed the engine. There was already a silver sedan parked there. I'd read in Taylor's material that there was normally a single vehicle allowed per booth, but I doubted they'd raise a stink about the extra motorcycle. I'd seen several flatbeds that were larger than both our vehicles combined.

Taylor pulled her own helmet off, which was sexy as hell, her short blonde hair all messed up, and we went inside. There was a middle-aged woman with long silver hair sitting in a chair reading a book. She looked up and smiled as we entered.

"Taylor! It's good to see you."

Taylor stepped forward and gave the older woman a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Kat, hey, how've you been?"

"I've been very well." She spoke with a slow, deliberate cadence, very in tune with the whole Earth mother, hippy vibe she was giving off with her peasant blouse and flowing cotton skirts. "I see you haven't been doing so bad yourself. These pieces are beautiful. As is your friend."

I could see the color rise in Taylor's tanned cheeks. "Thanks. Kat this is my Aly. Aly, this is Katrina Harrison, she makes jewelry." I stepped forward and shook Katrina's hand. My head was still buzzing after Taylor had called me 'my Aly.' I was her Aly! My heart was soaring. I was so distracted I almost missed what happened next.

Taylor set her bag down. "It's good to see you Kat, but I gotta run up to HQ to get my entry. You need anything?"

"Actually, Taylor, I don't think you do. She's right there." Kat nodded to the front table, where sure enough, Pacifica was sitting on the table. Taylor went stiff as a board.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?"

Her mouth was hanging open and she walked around the tables and out into the walkway. I followed after her, my mind racing to figure out what was wrong. When she was directly in front of the booth Taylor stopped. I reached her side a moment later, taking her hand and looking up at her still shocked face.

"Hey, what's the ... ooh." My hand went up and covered my mouth as I saw what Taylor was staring at. Sitting next to Taylor's sculpture was a huge, multi-colored ribbon. She reached out and touched it with a reverent finger, running the tip along the silky material.

"I ... I don't believe it." Taylor's voice was awestruck.

"You should. As I said before, that piece is sublime." Maximillian Beville walked towards us with a slow, confident gate, the barest hint of a smile playing over his face. "It was rated first by all five judges, something I haven't seen in years."

Taylor gathered herself and turned, standing a little taller when she realized who was speaking to her. "Thank you, sir."

I slipped my hand into hers, and she looked down at me, her face suddenly radiant.

Mr. Beville nodded. "You deserve it, Miss Knox. This is the work I always thought you capable of. Be sure to continue." Then he fixed his kind eyes on me. "And you, young lady, whatever you're doing, keep it up." He gave me a wink, which made me giggle. "Oh, and one other thing. I believe this is yours."

He reached into the bag he was holding and pulled out a white envelope. He glanced at it to be sure it was the correct one before handing it over. Taylor took it, and Mr. Beville turned smartly and strode away, calling back. "Don't forget to hang that sign!"

I looked over at the sculpture, and sure enough there was a folded banner next to it. I let go of Taylor's hand and unfolded it. 'Grand Champion' was written in large, colorful letters.

"Taylor, look." I held the banner out for her to see.

"I can't believe it."

"I do. What's in there?" I pointed at the envelope in her right hand. Taylor opened it and handed it over. It was a check for $1,500. "Sweetheart, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you."

Taylor looked dumbstruck. She shook her head once in disbelief, a stunned smile slowly creeping over features.

I laughed at her and tugged at her hand. "C'mon, we have to get this put up."

***

Booths opened at noon, and we were busy almost immediately. A good number of fellow artists stopped by beforehand to congratulate Taylor, many of which recommended strongly that she raise the prices on her displayed works. I finally convinced her she should, and it was good that I did.

By the time six o'clock rolled around and the crowds started to pick up she'd already sold four pieces, including Pacifica herself. The buyer let us hold onto the physical piece until the end of the weekend so we could continue to show it off. By the time the fair closed at eight, almost half of Taylor's inventory was gone or spoken for.

We hadn't stopped to eat since lunch, so we headed to a local taco stand and scarfed down some supper before heading back to Taylor's apartment. As soon as she locked the door behind us she scooped me up and carried me back to the bed, laying me down gently on the covers.

She caressed my cheek. "Strip, baby."

I sucked in a breath. "Yes, My Lady." I got up on my knees and pulled my top off over my head. My bra followed, and thirty seconds later I was naked, lying on my back as My Lady divested herself of the rest of her clothing. My pulse was racing as she climbed onto the mattress and took my lips with hers. God, there was a fire in her tonight.

She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her. Her lips moved up my jaw to my ear where she nibbled a moment, making me gasp. She slid a finger into my mouth, which I immediately started sucking on.

"I want this tongue on me," her finger caressed her object, "and I don't want you to stop until I say so."

Her voice was a forced whisper in my ear, and I felt it all the way down into my toes. "Yes, My Lady." I went straight for her neck, which I knew was so sensitive. Her finger ran through my hair, holding me to her.

"Damn, baby, that's nice, mmm." After a minute or so her palm moved to the top of my head and gently pushed me south, where I obediently went. I worshipped her lovely breasts for a moment, but that wasn't where my attentions were truly desired, so I kept moving down, until I was situated between her legs, which opened wide for me.

She was already soaked, her excitement running down from her vagina and over her skin. I scooped the slick liquid up with my finger and tasted it, savoring the deliciousness of My Lady's flavor. I wrapped my arms around her powerful thighs, and buried myself in her.

I knew how sensitive her clit would be, so I avoided it at first, circling and diving in and out of her entrance, with only occasional licks up and over her nub and its hood. I listened to My Lady's sounds, feeling her body move under me, gauging exactly when her clit could take some more direct stimulation. I'd learned her well, and when I finally wrapped her pearl in my tongue and sucked, her hips almost levitated off the bed.

"Ohh, God, YES!"

My heart swelled at the ecstasy in her voice. She continued to moan and speak, telling me to never stop, calling me her precious baby. Her words were like a warm blanket over my soul, and I was able to wrap myself up in them and completely give myself over to what I was doing.

I don't know how long I continued before she began to shake, and I took her right through her first powerful orgasm. She'd told me not to stop, so I didn't, although I backed the intensity way down for a minute. I didn't have to stay in low gear for long, and we were quickly up and running towards her next.

I'd never seen My Lady so relaxed, so completely given over the pleasure I was giving her, and that made me so happy, and I never wanted to stop. Each of her orgasms seemed to roll seamlessly into the next, and by the time she reached down and hooked my chin with her fingers, pulling me up to her, I'd totally lost count.

My face was coated with her nectar, but she didn't, kissing me all the same. The power behind it took my breath away.

"My turn." Taylor pushed me over onto my back and sucked my nipple into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue as my fingers played with her short hair until she moved down over my ribcage and stomach. My entire body trembled at the pleasure I knew was coming. "Spread for me, baby."

I reached down and grabbed my knees, pulling them as far apart as far as they would go. My little clit was hard as a rock, pushing my hood up and away from the rest of my sex. Taylor's eyes were focused on exactly that, and she wrapped them both in her soft lips, applying the most delicious, gentle suction.

My eyes rolled back as a throaty moan escaped my lips, while My Lady's loving fingers glided over the skin of my inner thighs. She released my clit, her tongue gliding through my folds as my body jerked and writhed underneath. It took only a few minutes before I found myself pleading with her.

"May I come, My Lady?"

"No, baby, you're going to wait."

"Yes, My Lady."

I'm not sure how I got the words out in any intelligible fashion, but as soon as I did she upped the game by sliding two fingers into me and beginning to caress my G-spot, and it took every ounce of control I had in my small body not to blast off right then. She didn't put her mouth back on me right away, instead using her other hand to roll my outer lips around my hood and the nub inside.

If I thought the change in sensation would allow me to get a hold of myself I was wrong, because any momentary reprieve was replaced by the intensity of the now two-fold stimulation. My teeth clenched together, eyes screwed shut as I tried to force back the desire to give my body over to its desperately desired release.

"Oh, My Lady, PLEASE, may I come?"

"Not yet. Don't ask again."

A sob broke free from my chest and I felt a tear run down my cheek. My Lady's tongue pressed against my sex, and now every time my hood appeared from between it was met with a gentle lick. I was on the verge of collapse, weeping openly as the intense pleasure began to become almost painful when I finally heard those glorious words.

"Come for me, baby."

I tried to draw a breath to thank her, but I couldn't get the words out before my orgasm slammed into me, overwhelming every other sense in my body. I couldn't breathe as wave after wave coursed through me, and I felt like my fingers and toes might explode from the energy. At the epicenter my Kegel's were attempting to pull Taylor's two digits off her hand as they continued to stroke my insides. It just went on and on, my whole body shaking for almost a minute before it finally began to subside.

I was sucking in great lungfuls of air, my vision starting to clear as Taylor kissed her way back up my body. She pressed her lips to both my cheeks, where the tear stains were evident.

"You were crying." She stroked my hair. "Did I go too far, baby?"

I shook my head, my voice shaking. "No, My Lady. It was just very intense."

She kissed me so tenderly before looking into my eyes. "Can you handle a little more?"

"Does My Lady want more?"

"Yeah, baby, she does."

"Then I can handle it. I belong to you, My Lady."

Taylor smiled at me. Her real, joyful smile, the one I think only I got to see.

She brought her hips in line with mine, pulling my right leg up to her chest. I could feel her wetness on my thigh as it moved to cover my sex. The sensation of her silky moist lips against mine was amazing, and she began to grind into me with slow, smooth circles. I gasped when her clit slipped between my lips, brushing against my own. I started to match her rhythm, and soon pleasure was starting to build fast.

Without breaking rhythm My Lady bent over me, so her eyes were inches from mine, and I stared into their bright blue depths. Her lips found mine as she rode me, our bodies melding together in perfect union. Another orgasm began to build inside me.

She pressed her lips to mine as she continued to move on top, and then she broke away and looked deep into me. "Don't close your eyes. I want to see them when you come."

I nodded, losing myself in her gaze as I gave myself over the feelings coursing through my body. I want to tell you what it felt like, and I wish I had the words to do so, but I don't think it's possible. I honestly don't know which was more perfect, the orgasm or her eyes. All I know is that when it stopped she was holding me so close I never wanted to move.

If you told me I was going to try to blow it all up less than twenty-four hours later, I'd have said you were crazy. But I would have been wrong.

***

We made it back to the fair clutching a bag from McDonald's, along with two of their big coffees. We'd spent a little too long in the shower and hadn't had time to make breakfast.

Taylor had told me that today would be the busiest day by far, and she hadn't been kidding. A reporter doing a human-interest story on the fair came by and interviewed Taylor just before everything started, and I stood by in awe. She was a rock star, and I was so proud of her. Throughout the morning she was always being pulled aside and chatted up by various people, and I knew it was starting to wear on her a little.

All of the interviews, professional or otherwise seemed to follow the same pattern, and Taylor had pretty good stock answers to 'Where do you get your ideas?' or 'Who are your inspirations?'. Occasionally someone would hit her with something a little harder, like what schools of art she identified with, what type of artist she considered herself. Most were sincere, but a few were just trying to impress their date and show off the 'History of Modern Art' class they'd taken in college.