“I’m starved,” Amy said as they sat at the kitchen table. She picked up her fork and tucked into her dish.
Celeste sat next to Amy, and not wanting the evening to end, closed her eyes and tried to savor the moment.
Amy slowly stopped chewing. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Celeste replied, opening her eyes.
“Then eat.” Amy picked up her glass and took a mouthful of wine.
Celeste nodded. Shaking out her napkin she dropped it on her lap.
“This is amazing,” Amy said. “You really are a fabulous cook.”
Enjoying the compliment, Celeste smiled. “Thank you.” She picked up her fork and began to eat.
“I dug out my guitar, just like you asked,” Amy said.
Celeste smiled. “Would you play it for me tonight?”
“Hmmm,” Amy said as she chewed. She swallowed then asked mischievously, “What do I get in return?”
Celeste looked at her challengingly. “I might reciprocate and play violin for you next time at mom and dad’s.”
“What?” Amy said, holding her fork midway to her mouth. “You play violin?”
Chewing, Celeste nodded.
“God, I can’t believe you sometimes,” Amy said, lowering the fork. “Why haven’t you told me?” she asked. “I can’t believe that in all the discussions we’ve had about music you’ve never mentioned to me once that you play violin.”
“Amy,” Celeste said with a note of exasperation. “I’ve never mentioned it because, until recently, I hadn’t played since high school. Anyway, it all came down to Sophie digging the violins we played as kids out of the attic.”
“Oh,” Amy replied. “So, it was Sophie who encouraged you then?”
“Yes,” Celeste said, smiling. “But, now I’m beginning to regret it because my folks want us to play whenever I drop by.”
Amy laughed. “Sophie’s trying to get on their good side?”
“Hmmm,” Celeste replied as she chewed her food. “She’s hoping that all her late night exploits will be forgiven.”
“Why did you marry Nick?”
Surprised at the change of subject, Celeste paused then put her fork down and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “I didn’t know you were curious about that.”
“You hold back a lot,” Amy replied, picking up her wineglass.
Celeste looked at her. “Not when I’m with you.”
“But, there are things that you never discuss.”
“Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
Amy swirled the wine in her glass for a while.
Celeste encouraged, “Amy, what do you want to know?”
“I’d like to know things like, why you got married,” Amy replied. “And why you decided to come home now.” She looked at Celeste. “I’ve been trying hard not to ask you these questions but,” her eyes widened, “I can’t help it, I want to know everything.” She studied her glass. “I want to know everything about you.”
Celeste sighed inwardly. She was aware that over the last few months Amy had tried to hold a part of her back, mostly by not exploring Celeste’s personal life too deeply. Although their discussions were extensive, Celeste had gone with the flow, never forcing anything, always allowing the direction of their conversations to shape naturally.
Celeste looked at Amy. How could she tell her that she didn’t often let people in? How could she even begin to explain that every moment, of every day, she wanted her, craved her, in fact? How could she tell Amy the core things about why she married, that she chose to return now because she was hoping to adopt, without first telling her the thing she knew Amy didn’t want to hear, that she loved her.
Amy looked at her. “Why did you marry?”
“I married Nick because I fell in love with him,” Celeste answered, looking at Amy. “Or, I thought I was in love with him.” She sipped her wine. “When I was a teenager, I was painfully shy.”
“Yes, Josh said as much.” Amy nodded. “And I can see it sometimes.”
“Nick somehow understood that, and he helped me overcome it, to some degree. His personality was big enough for the two of us.” Celeste swirled the wine in her glass. “You would have liked him. He was easy company, full of fun, and I didn’t have to try too hard when I was around him.”
“Why marry? Why not just go out with him?”
“If I’m truthful, I think I just needed to let loose.” Celeste smiled. “And he was the first real taste of freedom I had.” She drank more wine, then sat back. “Between training and studying, I hadn’t time to really let go.” She stared off. “And Nick was captivating; full of life, impulsive. Everything about him seemed fast-paced, chaotic, all about chasing the moment. Whereas everything in my life was planned. Everything was based around my swimming. What time I got up, how many days I trained, how many training sessions I had in a day, for how long. What I would eat, when I would sleep, when I would study.” She looked at Amy, the corners of her mouth quirked. “The list is long.”
Amy reached for her wineglass then sat back. “He was the opposite to everything that you were at the time?”
Understanding that Amy wanted to know, Celeste nodded. “I liked him. I liked his passion.”
“And when he asked you to marry him?”
“I just went with it,” Celeste said. “Swimming was over.” She touched her right shoulder. “And it was the nature of how we were together, to just go with things.” She smiled when Amy’s eyebrows lifted.
“Where is he now?”
Celeste looked away. “I don’t know. We lost contact.” She shrugged. “We were kids. His parents were divorced and moved out of state just before we met.” She looked at Amy. “That probably goes a long way to explaining why he was desperate to marry. He needed something solid and secure in his life. He was an only child with no close ties.”
“Apart from you?”
Celeste didn’t answer.
“What would you do if he came back?”
Celeste eyed Amy curiously. “Why?”
“Just wondering,” Amy replied. “You wouldn’t be tempted to,” she hesitated, “reconcile?”
Recognizing a note of jealously, Celeste hid her smile and toyed with teasing Amy. She opened her mouth then caught the serious look in Amy’s eyes. “No,” she said as she eyed her appreciatively. “I know what I like now. My tastes have matured.”
Amy looked at Celeste. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Celeste replied softly. “That’s definitely so.” Taking Amy’s hand in hers, she added, “Eat.”
†
That evening, lying in bed with Amy, feeling filled and content, Celeste sighed. She had, amongst the small gifts that she had brought and given Amy over the weekend, a final surprise. Most of the gifts were things that she couldn’t resist buying when they inspired thoughts of Amy, which were constant these days, but this one was special.
Celeste got up and left the room, returning with a package. Sitting, she handed it to Amy.
Sitting up eagerly, Amy took the shoe-sized package. Looking at it, she turned it around in her hands a few times. She smiled excitedly and shook it. Hearing it rattle, she asked, “What is it?”
Thankful it wasn’t fragile, Celeste tried to hide her enthusiasm. “Open it.”
Sitting straight, Amy tucked her legs underneath her.
Celeste moved closer. She caught her breath when Amy tucked her hair behind her ears and gave the package her full attention. She loved Amy’s little idiosyncrasies. Like the way she tucked her hair behind her ears when she needed to focus, or rubbed her forehead whenever she was about to say something serious. She particularly loved the way she said ‘of course,’ whenever she was caught off guard, but the one that made her knees weak, always, was when making a decision, Amy often caught her bottom lip in contemplation.
Reaching out, Celeste smoothed Amy’s tousled hair, then let her fingers trail down to her full breasts, before drawing a finger slowly around and o
ver the nearest nipple.
“Now, new rule,” Amy said, removing Celeste’s hand. “When you bring gifts, you’ve got to wait.”
Unwrapping her package, Amy smiled widely when Celeste huffed at her.
Opening the box, Amy’s mouth hung open. She dropped the bundle as if it had burnt her fingers. Looking at Celeste in bewilderment, she blushed deeply. Staring at the contents of the box, then at Celeste, she stuttered, “You’ve…you’ve got to be joking, right?”
Amy stabbed at the strap lightly with her finger. Repulsed but curious at the same time, she picked it up and said as if she was holding something macabre, “I’ve never actually seen one of these in the flesh so to speak.”
Intrigued, Celeste watched Amy.
Holding it high, Amy stretched out a strap and said in amazement as she studied it, “It’s very real looking isn’t it?” Her expression changed quickly from amazement to alarm. Raising her eyebrows, a touch of panic tinged her tone, “You don’t honestly expect me to wear this thing, do you?”
Celeste had bought it earlier that week. It had been on her mind for many months, since that night in New York, in fact. Amused, she stretched out on the bed. “I think that I was expecting to wear it.”
Amy looked at her “What!” she said in astonishment. “I can’t take that!” her eyes widened. “Jesus, Celeste, that thing is huge! Much bigger than…” her voice trailed off. A deep color suffused her face. She stared at Celeste then nervously threw the object on the bed and said with some alarm, “The thought of using something like that has never even entered my head.” She leaned over to where she had thrown it and pushed it off the bed.
Seeing she was upset, Celeste reached out and pulled Amy down on top of her. Feeling the tension in her body, she wrapped her arms around and held her tight.
Amy let Celeste hold her. Angrily, she thought about the strap-on and a familiar sense of confusion began to build up inside her. What is she trying to do? Push me to my limit! She closed her eyes. Here they were, two women together, making love, finding pleasure, absolute, and unbelievable pleasure with each other.
Pleasure that she should be having with Josh, Amy thought guiltily. She tried to ignore her inner voice when it told her that it was much more than physical.
Since her talk with Irene, Amy hadn’t stopped thinking about what it all meant. Focusing on Celeste, she said gravely, “I don’t think we’ll be using that. I mean what has gotten into you!” She pushed away from Celeste and sat up. “I mean why would you want to wear…a…a…dildo! I don’t understand!” She threw her hands in the air and moved off the bed. “Isn’t what we have good enough?”
Reaching out, Celeste grabbed Amy’s arm. “Shhh.” She pulled her into her arms. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Eyes wide, Amy asked, “Why, Celeste? Why?”
“Because,” Celeste replied as she held her, “I want to know what it feels like to share this part of you. I want to watch you move underneath me and be inside you.”
Frowning, Amy said in growing confusion, “You have been inside me! I don’t need that.” She pointed to the empty space on the bed. “I just need you.”
Stroking Amy’s face, Celeste rubbed her nose against her. “I want it,” she said. “I promise you, it will be a very sensual experience.” She kissed Amy gently. “Can you trust me?”
Amy’s frown deepened. She said nothing, but her stomach flipped at Celeste’s plea. Celeste was intoxicating and Amy knew if she pushed she wouldn’t have the willpower to resist any of her demands.
Celeste kissed her deeply then whispered, “Trust me, Amy.”
Catching her bottom lip, Amy thought about how this was the one area that was exclusive to Josh, and how he had something that up until now Celeste could never give her. Amy realized, stupidly, that she had believed that somehow she would never be able to compare them.
Now there is nothing, no matter how flimsy, that I can keep for him alone. Amy rubbed her forehead as she looked at Celeste.
Looking for an answer, Celeste raised an eyebrow then did the one thing that Amy could never resist. She whispered, “Please.”
Amy bit her bottom lip, sighing in defeat, she nodded.
Celeste slipped off the bed, to where Amy had pushed ‘it’ off, and slipped it on.
Amy watched with fascination, and had to stifle a laugh at how ridiculous Celeste looked. She raised her eyebrows in surprise when the brunette opened a small bottle and watched in shock as she applied lubricant.
What the hell have I let myself in for? Amy thought, her mouth hanging open.
“It comes with it,” Celeste said, her eyes twinkling as she applied the lubricant liberally. She snapped her mouth shut when Celeste approached, unable to believe that she was actually going to let her put that thing anywhere near her.
When Celeste slipped onto the bed and lay down, Amy looked at her. If it is a floorshow she wants, then a floorshow is exactly what she’s going to get!
Sitting up, Amy straddled Celeste and suppressed her laughter when she looked up at her in surprise.
Amy looked down at Celeste. It was rare that she was immediately ready for entry, usually she needed some foreplay, and even though Celeste had used lubricant, Amy knew the girth of the thing between her thighs was certainly something she wasn’t used to. Lifting her hips, she positioned herself over Celeste’s new toy and held it.
Celeste caught her breath. A look of astonishment, then pleasure, crossed her face.
Amy stopped. She looked down at the woman beneath her. The incongruity of Celeste’s breasts and the thing between her legs made her feel strange. “This is weird,” she said, pulling back a little.
Celeste rested her hands on Amy’s thighs and stroked them. “A good weird? she asked, her eyes full of desire.
Amy looked at Celeste. A deep need gripped her. “Yes,” she replied huskily. “A good weird.”
“Amy I—”
“Hush,” Amy said. Looking into Celeste’s eyes, she lowered herself slowly. Closing her eyes, she let out a loud groan, half in pain and half in pleasure, as she slowly pushed past the band of muscles. Opening her eyes, Amy looked down. She had taken it all. Eyes widening, she looked at Celeste. Neither moved.
Celeste seemed too terrified to even breathe. Eventually, she uttered, “Oh God, Amy.”
Feeling completely filled, Amy’s nipples tightened until they ached. She whispered, “Touch my breasts.”
Celeste moved her hands to Amy’s breasts and closed over them. She almost purred as she stroked them.
Amy groaned and rocked her hips gently. Lifting high, she let Celeste see her toy enter her a few times, as she slid up, then down it slowly. Letting her insides adjust, Amy became aware of the ridges and nubs as they caressed her inner walls.
Placing her hands on Amy’s hips, Celeste whispered, “I love this. I love—”
Amy groaned loudly, losing Celeste’s words as she slid all the way down.
Celeste moaned and moved her hips up and down. Their eyes locked. Amy felt the power of her actions. With each slow teasing movement, Celeste’s eyes grew darker and more intense. Her face flushed, she gasped for air each time Amy raised up then pushed down.
To Amy’s delight, every time she moaned Celeste’s eyelids drooped and her head fell back. Amy’s eyes sparkled when Celeste’s jaw worked back and forth. Smiling wickedly, she ran her hands up and down Celeste’s stomach, loving the way the muscles underneath her skin trembled, the way they tensed up then relaxed to the movement of their hips.
Breathing hard, Celeste pulled Amy’s hips close to her for some anchorage then thrust with complete abandon.
Flushed with excitement at Celeste’s loss of control, Amy laughed and whispered, “Slow down.”
Breathless, Celeste’s eyes focused. Smiling, she sucked in air. “You on top of me like this. It’s…overwhelming.”
Amy bent over and teased Celeste with her breasts.
“Oh God,” Celeste uttered, then caught
Amy’s left nipple, and sucking it into her mouth, thrust her hips fast.
“Celeste,” Amy said, trying not to laugh. “Try not to peak before the show starts.”
Celeste stopped sucking and pulled her mouth away. She looked at Amy, her color deepened. “Okay.” She inhaled deeply and, reaching up, captured Amy’s right nipple in her mouth.
Adoring the way that Celeste sucked her breast, Amy started to grind. She smiled when Celeste let go of her nipple, her breathing too rapid and shallow to continue.
Amy cupped Celeste’s breasts.
Raising her head, Celeste looked at Amy. Eyes intent, she gripped Amy’s hips and flipped her over.
Amy gasped in surprise.
Resting her weight fully on Amy, Celeste hunched her hips and slid deeply inside her.
Feeling an intense contraction, Amy cried out.
Groaning, Celeste pumped her hips.
Completely filled, Amy looked up at the beautiful, sexy, sultry woman above her, and feeling her breasts press into her with each thrust, moaned.
Looking at Amy, Celeste swallowed then whispered, “I want you so much.” She pressed her head into Amy’s neck and muffled, “So, so much.”
“Oh God,” Amy whispered. She spread her legs wide then hooked her ankles around Celeste’s thighs. The grinding rhythm Celeste took up and the deep penetration was something Amy was unused to. “Oh, Celeste,” she said in a half sob. “Don’t stop.”
Sweat formed between them. Amy cried out when Celeste drilled down, her pace increasing deeper, faster.
“Yes,” Amy hissed. Her orgasm building, her head falling back, she began to shake.
Arching, her nails digging deep into Celeste’s flesh, Amy came.
Celeste groaned. Her crotch and stomach soaked with Amy’s juice, wildness overtook her. Sliding against the hot, slick sweat between them, she thrust into Amy as her own orgasm climbed. The friction from the base of the dildo and the excitement of being inside the blonde was more than she could ever have imagined. A deep guttural animal cry broke free from her lips as she came.
Pressing into Amy, Celeste’s body convulsed. Breathing hard, she slowly climbed down, twitching involuntarily as the last of her orgasm left her. Exhausted, she buried her face in Amy’s neck and whispered, “I’m glad you trusted me.”
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