Upon a Wishing Flower

by Amy DeMeritt

  Felicia: Ah, got it. Completely understand. Let me know if you need anything. If you want to vent, you can call me.

  Me: Thanks. I have my laptop with me so let me know if something important comes up.

  Felicia: Ok. Oh, this might cheer you up… I have a date with Belinda tomorrow night!

  Me: Actually, that does cheer me up a little bit.

  Felicia: Ok, go home, punch some pillows, and then just relax.

  Me: I’ll try

  Chapter Nine

  A loud knock at my front door startles me awake. When did I fall asleep? I look at the time – it’s six o’clock. Oh shit, that’s Hannah. I jump up off my sofa and run to the front door. As soon as I open the door, Hannah bursts forward and grabs my shoulders looking worried.

  “Are you ok? I’ve texted and called a few times today and I’ve been knocking for several minutes.”

  “I’m sorry to worry you. I took a half day from work and ended up falling asleep at some point.”

  “Why did you take a half day? Are you ok? Are you sick?”

  I shake my head and take her hand, leading her to the living room.

  “I met my mother for lunch today and it didn’t go well. I just needed some time to regroup after seeing her.” We sit down and she gently strokes my cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  I quickly tell her about my meeting with my mom. When I finish, she kisses my lips and runs her fingers through my hair with a loving compassionate look on her face.

  “Brook, I’m sorry you went through that today. But are you sure you want to miss your mom’s wedding? ”

  “That’s not a wedding, Hannah. They don’t love each other. It’s all about status and images. They’ll both benefit in their professions with this union because of the trust they both hold with so many people in the state. And I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not just to help make her more popular. I had to do that too much growing up; I’m not doing it as an adult.”

  “Can I ask you something personal?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where is your dad?”

  “I don’t know. When my mom got pregnant with me, she was just starting her own real estate business. Even though she was pregnant, she continued to work right up till a couple days before she gave birth. My dad only stuck around for a month after I was born before he took off and we’ve never seen or heard from him again. My mom always says it was the fear of being a father that made him leave. But I’ve always felt like it was probably her unrealistic demands for her definition of perfection and the strain of her starting the business.”

  “So, your mom built the business up from nothing, all alone as a single mother? I know we’re supposed to be mad at her, but that’s impressive.”

  “I’ve always respected my mom’s business smarts and her determination to succeed. She’s a great business woman, but a horrible mother.”

  “Well, how about we help you relax? Do you want your massage now or do you want to eat first?”

  “I really want the massage first, but I haven’t eaten all day, so I guess we should have dinner first.”

  “Ok, come help me get the stuff out of my car. I brought stuff to make you dinner.” Despite the disappointments of the day, I smile really big. “You’re going to cook for me?”

  “I am. Come on, cutie. ”

  When we get out to her car, Hannah hands me a brown paper bag full of food and she gets a folded massage table out of her trunk.

  “Babe, where should I set the massage table up at?”

  “The living room would probably be best. Do you need help with it?”

  “Nope. I want you to relax tonight. Why don’t you put on some soothing music and just sit and relax while I make dinner?”

  We get to the living room and Hannah starts unfolding the massage table and locking legs in place. I set the bag of groceries down on my dining room table and when Hannah is done setting up the massage table, I pull her in close.

  “Can’t I help you with dinner?” She smiles and kisses my lips. “Brooke, I would really like to do this for you tonight. So, aside from showing me where pots and pans are, I don’t want you lifting a finger.” I lift a finger in the air with a little smile and Hannah lets out a small laugh. “Silly. Come on, show me where stuff is that I can use.”

  While Hannah gets started on dinner, I turn on some new-age relaxation music that I like to listen to when I’m taking a bath. The music instantly has an effect of peace on my mind and I smile to myself.

  I don’t know if it’s because my dad left, but my mom has never been very good at love. I can probably count on one hand the number of times my mother told me she loves me and I’ve never heard her say it to anyone else. It hurts to not get that love and affection from her, but it hurts even more that I can’t share with her the love and happiness I have with my partner – with Hannah.

  I accept that I can never impress my mom with my career because I’m not as ambitious as her, but I would like her to be happy and approving of my happiness .

  In my kitchen, cooking me dinner, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and she loves me. Hannah makes me really happy. We’re still fresh in this relationship and already the level of happiness is magical. And I’ll never be able to share that magic with my mom.

  When I come into the kitchen, Hannah is quickly dicing up veggies as if she is a master chef on TV.

  “Wow, those are some fancy knife skills.” She smiles and puckers her lips at me. I give her a quick kiss and she says, “Thank you.”

  Hannah had started out in culinary arts, but switched her major to physical and massage therapy after her first year. She decided she wasn’t passionate enough about cooking to deal with the crazy shifts and hectic kitchen environments.

  “Mind if I watch?”

  “Nope, you can stay.”

  “Thanks. So, how was your day?”

  “Not bad. I had a full schedule as usual, but the day went by pretty quickly. Well, till I couldn’t reach you that is. When you weren’t responding, I got worried and time seemed to stand still.”

  I smile and my eyes mist up. Her genuine concern is touching. If it had been my mother, she would have just made me feel like shit for inconveniencing her.

  “I’m sorry I put you through that. Thanks for worrying though. I guess I should have sent you a text to let you know I had come home.”

  “I love you, Brooke, so of course I’m going to worry. Come here.” She places the knife on the cutting board and turns to face me. She wipes her hands on a towel and then wraps her arms around my neck. “Brooke, I can never make up for what you feel is missing in your relationship with your mom, but I hope that I can be that refuge you take shelter in when you need some solace, and most of all, love. ”

  I pull her into a kiss and with each pass of her tongue and lips with mine, I feel like my body is lifting off of the ground. The weight I’ve been carrying since my lunch with my mom is falling away like the sandbags off a hot air balloon. After I feel like every weight has dropped, and I’m soaring through the clouds, I slowly pull back and smile with still closed eyes. I feel Hannah rise up and gently kiss my eyes. I open them and she is smiling at me more lovingly than I’ve ever seen anyone look at me before.

  “I love you, Hannah. And yes, you are my refuge.”

  “Good.”

  She pecks my lips, smiles, and turns back to continue preparing dinner.

  When we sit down to eat at my dining room table, I’m blown away by the meal.

  “Hannah, this looks like something on the cover of a cooking magazine.”

  The plate has a mound of mashed potatoes in the center, with gently sautéed super thin strips of carrots, peppers, and zucchini over top. Resting on top of the potatoes and vegetables is a pan seared chicken breast that’s been sliced and fanned down the side of the mound. It’s all drizzled with a creamy alfredo sauce and scattered with fresh chopped parsley.

  If I had cooked this meal, it would
have taken me hours, but Hannah was able to put this together in thirty minutes. And to make it even more impressive, my kitchen is surprisingly clean. I have a habit of using nearly every pan and dish in the house when I cook a meal like this. Well, not quite like this because I’ve never made anything that looks or tastes so amazing.

  “Thank you for cooking. This is delicious.”

  “Thank you. It was my pleasure.”

  While we eat, I tell Hannah about Felicia and her barista crush. I give her a little background on them and when I get to the part with Felicia making her move today, Hannah gasps and laughs.

  After we finish eating, Hannah concedes to allowing me to help her clean up after a pathetic pouty show from me. When all of the dishes are done and put away, Hannah leads me out to the living room.

  “Are you ready for your massage or do you need to digest more before you lay on your stomach?”

  “I’m ready.” Hannah smiles and gently kisses my lips. “Do you have a robe you can put on so I can have better access?” I laugh at the “better access” bit and nod. “I’ll go strip down for you.”

  Hannah grins and bites her bottom lip.

  I quickly ascend the stairs to my bedroom and rip off my lounge pants and tee shirt. When I got home, I had taken a nice long hot bath and then put on some comfortable clothes to wallow in. Between the bath and the very comfortable clothes, it’s no wonder I fell asleep.

  In the movies, they always show characters in these incredibly soft plush terry cloth robes, so you would imagine that they would be easy to find. No, they are not. I went to every single store that sells clothing from Walmart to Bloomingdales , but I could not find one. I ended up having to order my robe online, and I must say, it is one of my favorite investments. It’s perfect snow white, comes to my knees, and is one of the most comfortable things you could possibly wrap your body in.

  When I come down stairs in nothing but my robe and underwear underneath, Hannah leaps off the sofa. I smile and suppress a small laugh at her eagerness to do this. I’m surprised to see she has the massage table lined with a sheet and has another folded over a chair. I don’t remember her bringing in any linens when we went out to her car earlier to get the food for dinner and the massage table.

  “How do you want me to do this, Hannah? ”

  “Well, if you would like some privacy to lay down, I can turn around. Just slip your arms out of the robe and I’ll push it down so I can reach your back.”

  “Or, I could just do this.”

  I reach for the belt and start to untie it. Hannah watches with slightly parted lips and then swallows and licks her lips. I start to walk towards the massage table, turning my back to her. When I’m standing next to the table, I allow the robe to slip off my shoulders and drop to the floor. As the soft white cotton pools around my feet, I hear Hannah inhale deeply and let out a small moan. I smile to myself and start to climb onto the table.

  I took the liberty of wearing one of my sexiest pairs of underwear for the occasion. I just couldn’t resist. Even with as torn up as I was earlier from the stuff with my mom, I still had the presence of mind to prepare for tonight. I had shaved everything, moisturized with a non-greasy oil, and put on a pair of panties that gives a couple inch peek of the bottom of my cheeks. They are black lace and slightly see through.

  When I’m lying down completely, Hannah comes over to the table. I feel her fingertips just barely on my ankle, and she glides them up my leg, over my ass, and up my back.

  When she reaches my neck, she bends down, kisses the side of my neck, and whispers, “Brooke, I want to give you an erotic massage.” I sit up and look at her with a grin. “A what?” She smiles and kisses my lips. “It’s a massage that focuses on certain spots to get you aroused.”

  “More than I already am?” She smiles broadly and kisses my lips. “Lay down, Adorableness.”

  I obey and hear Hannah squirting something in her hands. A moment later, her hands are on my back.

  “Oh, god, that feels so good.”

  Hannah works my back, shoulders, and arms for several minutes, kneading out all of the tension that has taken up residence there and has been causing me so much pain. Just as I feel like I’m going to drift off to sleep, I inhale deeply and feel my clit tug between my legs. Hannah has placed her hand between my thighs, and is pressing her thumb into a space just under my cheek. She massages the spot in slow gentle circles, causing me to moan. She repeats the massage on the other side, and then presses her thumbs into the top of my cheeks, dragging them out to my hips.

  Hannah presses her palms into my cheeks at my hips and firmly pushes down till she reaches my knees. She repeats her massage on these same points of contact a few times. With each touch, I’m breathing shallower in my chest and faster, as if I’m becoming physically exerted. This feels incredible.

  “Brooke, I’m going to adjust your leg for a moment.”

  Her voice is low and laced with desire. With one hand, she lifts my right hip slightly while pulling my right leg out to a small bend. While holding my hip, Hannah runs her palm over the space where my cheek and thigh meets, then she presses her palm into my cheek, causing a strong twinge between my legs and making me moan.

  Hannah’s fingers gently caress up the inside of my thigh and massage a space just next to my bikini line. My body involuntarily arches towards her touch and I moan again.

  Inch by inch, Hannah massages both of my thighs and my ass. I’m breathing heavily as if we’re having wild sex. My clit is pounding and I feel soaked through my panties. I feel like I’m sitting right on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

  After Hannah has propped both legs to get better angles, she has me straighten my legs again and she places her palm right at the top of my ass, with her fingers loosely laying on the center of my cheeks. Hannah pushes down the full curve of my ass till her fingers are just hovering above my throbbing center. My hips rise at the closeness of her hand to where I need her desperately .

  Hannah gently smacks my ass and says, “Turn over for me, sexy.”

  I carefully turn over and nearly pull Hannah down on top of me. Her face is the image of absolute adoration and arousal. She is loving this just as much as I am. Hannah licks her lips and slightly bites her bottom lip as she inhales deeply and looks my body up and down.

  “Brooke, you are a piece of art.”

  Before I can answer, her thumbs start working on my thighs and hips. My eyes close and my body rises against her hands.

  Hannah works her hands up my body and when she reaches my breasts, I know the massage is over. Hannah grips both of my nipples and dips down, kissing me between my breasts. She releases my nipples and kisses and sucks a trail up my chest and neck till she reaches my right ear.

  “Brooke, thank you for allowing me to fulfil one of my favorite fantasies. I’ve always wanted to do that to a sexy woman.” Hannah sucks my ear for a moment, and then says, “There is another fantasy I would really like to do right now. May I get inside your panties now?”

  Hannah lifts her head from my neck, where she was peppering me with wonderfully soft kisses, and looks in my fuzzy eyes. All I can do is bite my bottom lip and nod once. Hannah smiles and pulls me into an intense kiss.

  While we kiss, Hannah glides her right hand, fingers splayed wide, down my chest, down my stomach, and firmly cups my center on the outside of my panties. We both moan as two of her fingers press the saturated fabric between my lips.

  She pulls back slightly and looks in my eyes as she rubs her fingers firmly up and down the full length of me. I take a deep breath and gasp as her fingers push the fabric into my opening some. The slightly rough lace and pressure of her fingers are slowly bringing to life a mighty electrical storm in my body.

  Hannah is still holding my gaze with a loving smile and slick desire making her eyes glisten. Slowly, she pushes her hand down my panties and presses her fingers into my tender, soaking wet flesh. I moan loudly and my legs fall open as she presses inside me.

/>   Hannah’s fingers split inside me, pressing against my top and bottom walls, as she presses her thumb against my clit. The three-point contact makes me gasp and moan loudly. Hannah smiles and adjusts her hand again.

  I have never experienced anything like this before. It feels like a continuation of the erotic massage she was giving me only moments before. But this massage is going to lead to me bursting like a euphoric geyser.

  I grab her neck and pull her down into a kiss. While our tongues and lips move together, both of us become more aroused. Hannah’s hand slightly trembles as she struggles with the desire to finish me off quickly. And I struggle to control my hips. They literally have a mind of their own and want to thrust up against her hand, hard.

  Hannah doesn’t do any of the typical thrusting in and out, or rubbing my clit in circles or up and down motions. She uses pressure points at various spots along the full length of me, inside me, and along my bikini lines. She even presses a finger just under my anus, which I surprisingly like.

  I’m breathing so hard I have to pull back from her beautiful kiss. My hands are digging into the sides of the massage table and I feel like I have a rod poking into the center of my back, holding me permanently arched. I feel my orgasm building stronger with each point she presses into. She has been avoiding my clit for several minutes, but suddenly, she pulls her fingers out of me, presses them along the sides of my clit, and then pinches my clit .

  I cum so hard that a loud scream of pleasure bursts from my lips and my whole body jerks and spasms. Hannah holds my clit between her fingers and gently twists it, making me scream out again and feel an immediate second orgasm. Holy shit! I’ve never felt anything so powerful or been able to cum again so quickly. Hannah tugs my clit and I gasp. Another micro orgasm lights up my body. Hannah releases my clit and rubs it in a gentle circle, nursing my orgasms and making my body feel so amazing.

  Hannah bends down and kisses the side of my neck and whispers, “Breathe, baby.” I gasp and inhale deeply. She presses her lips against my neck for a moment, and then whispers, “You are a dream.”