Writing Sexuality 03

"You did very well, darling," she murmured, and I melted against her, disarmed by this new-found tenderness. Meanwhile, Beth was gently massaging my shaking thighs and placing fluttering kisses on my face and Elle's.

I drifted into a heady sleep, intoxicated by the scent of us and lulled by their soothing touch. When I woke, my head was on Beth's chest, her arm around me, and Elle was gone.

Feeling me stir, Beth kissed my head lightly and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I was reminded of that first, breathtaking gesture, that day in her office: how strange, in such a short time, for it to feel so natural.

"Elle's making some dinner," she said softly, "if you'd like to stay."

I looked up at her, still hazy from sleep, and nodded.

"Good," she replied, smiling at me. Then, with a now-familiar look of concern: "are you alright? Was any of that-"

"It was wonderful," I replied truthfully before she could finish. "It was...a lot, but good," I added, as memories of our afternoon came back to me. "Was I...was it okay for you?"

"You were perfect," Beth said tenderly, pulling me closer to her and turning to face me, her lips tantalizingly close to mine.