Fusion

by Diana Kane

  “I did too.” I kiss her on the crown of her head. “I’m sure we will find some way to pass the time.” Alex groans.

  “Do you have any idea what it is your doing to me?”

  “No less than what you are doing to me.” We lie there a few more minutes, enjoying the comfort of our embrace. “I hate to break this up but I really need to pee.” Alex laughs, her warm breath caressing the skin on my chest and neck. Gooseflesh covers my arms as chills work their way through my body. “This is what you do to me,” I tell her as I flip her onto her back and straddle her. Her hands dart to my hips. I lean over and give her a slow kiss, deepening it as I pull her hands from my hips and pin them over her head. “I told you I have to pee,” I remind her when I break off the kiss. I pull myself off of Alex and jump off the bed heading for the bathroom.

  When I come out of the bathroom Alex is sitting on the side of the bed, her phone in her hands. She is clearly bothered by something. I look at her and smile, but I know I have stopped in my tracks.

  “Come here please.” I do as she asks but a sense of dread starts to creep in. I sit next to her on the bed waiting. “I’m torn between showing you this and not showing it to you. I want to show you so you can stop worrying. At the same time I don’t want to show it to you because it might make you worry more.” She types in her passcode and hands me her phone. The display shows a text message conversation from Elena.

  Elena: It was great to see you today.

  Elena: What is with the hat?

  Elena: Please talk to me.

  Me: had an accident, busy.

  Elena: An accident are you ok?

  Elena: Where are you?

  Elena: Talk to me

  Elena: I think I made a mistake

  Elena: I miss you

  Me: I am fine. I am at Catherine’s house. We haven’t spoken since I moved out. I need you to know that I love Catherine. I’m not saying this to hurt you, I just want you to know that I love her, that I have moved on. We wanted different things when we separated and I doubt those desires have changed. You need to find your happiness the way that I have found mine. I am where I belong.

  Elena: I’m glad you are happy. You deserve it.

  I hand Alex’s phone back to her. “Did you say that for me?”

  “No. Yes. I said it because it is how I feel and I don’t ever want to see you feeling like you did earlier.”

  I stand up and turn to face Alex. I take her head in my hands and kiss her. “You know you don’t have to cut her out of your life for me. I wouldn’t ever ask you to.”

  “You didn’t ask me to. I did it because it is the right thing to do for us right now. Maybe one day down the road when you fully understand that I would never cheat on you and that I simply want to be with you, then maybe the three of us can meet again. If that never happens, well Elena and I had some good times but it wasn’t right. This feels right.”

  I kiss her again, slow and deep before trying to pull away. This time her hands on my hips prevent me from going anywhere. I don’t resist and continue the kiss a while longer, until I feel like I’ll suffocate if we don’t break for air. This time I stop the kiss and take each of her hands in mine. “Come on. We need to find some way to entertain ourselves tonight.” Alex resists and gives me the look. I know what she is thinking. As badly as I want the same I know it is too soon. “Come on, lets go watch a movie or something.”

  *****

  I lay out on the couch while Alex starts the movie. Up first is Fingersmith. I’m excited to see the film version since I’ve read the book. Alex joins me. She lays on her side with her head on my chest. I wrap my legs around hers and can feel the slight pressure of her hip against my sex. I long to start grinding myself against her but hold back. Ten minutes into the movie Alex turns her body, dragging her self over my crotch. Electricity courses through my body. She smiles and quickly kisses me.

  “I thought we were going to watch the movie,” I ask once I pull back. She stares at me, wearing her up to no good grin.

  “You’ve read the book.” She kisses me again, hard. My body responds and we are back at it like we have been all day. Teenagers aren’t this bad, but it feels too good to stop. Alex adjusts herself over me, straddling one of my thighs as she positions one of hers against me. She lowers herself against my leg and starts slowly grinding her hips, staring me in the eyes the entire time. I can’t stop myself. I rub myself against her, slowly. Every movement sends jolts of pleasure through my body. We continue our rhythm as she kisses me again. I moan into her mouth. She speeds her grinding a little more, giving me permission to do the same. My hands snake under her shirt and make their way over her abdomen. I start teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. They immediately respond to my touch and this time Alex moans into my mouth. We never break off the kiss. The sound of her moan only turns me on further and I push myself against her thigh even more, speeding my pace. Alex responds and does the same, breaking our kiss, her breath ragged against my ear. I know I need to stop this but I can’t, my resolve is nearly gone. I’m still fully dressed and I’m close to orgasming. No one has ever had this effect on me. I continue rubbing myself against her, I know I am close.

  “I’m so close,” I pant. “I want you to come with me.” I increase my pace even more, ready to finally find some release. Alex practically jumps off of me. Not the reaction I was hoping for.

  “This isn’t right.”

  “What?” I am so confused, my raging clit temporarily forgotten.

  “This isn’t right, this isn’t how it should be. I want it to be right.” She slowly rubs her hands over her face as she catches her breath.

  “Alex what?”

  “Our first time. I want it to be right. This isn’t right, this fumble on the couch. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so turned on right now and I was right there with you, but it isn't right.”

  “I’m not a virgin you know. I’ve had sex before.”

  “I know that. But not with a woman, not with me. I want to do it right.”

  I try to pull her back on top of me, wanting to pick up where we left off. Alex won’t allow it though. She finally kneels on the couch between my legs, careful to not make contact with my pelvis. She lowers her face to mine and looks me in the eye. “Don’t get me wrong. I long to know how you taste, to be inside of you, to watch you lose all control, to hear you scream out in ecstasy.” I swallow hard. She lowers her voice, making it sound deeper. “When the good doctor finally declares me healthy enough for sexual activity, you had better be ready.” She leans in and whispers “I am going to worship your body like it is a temple and you are my god.” It is my turn to growl, her words have traveled straight from my ears to my throbbing core.

  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I whisper as Alex climbs off of me.

  “No less than you do to me.” She winks and smiles at me.

  I extract myself from the couch and head towards the kitchen. I down a glass of ice water hoping to calm the fire coursing its way through me. Naturally it fails. My sex is throbbing. I am going to worship your body like it is a temple and you are my god. Nothing has ever sounded hotter to me. The burning in her eyes when she said it only making it sexier, I know that she means it. I start to imagine what she plans to do to me. She is in the next room but I can’t help it, I slide my hand down my pants and start rubbing myself, imaging that I am back on the couch with Alex. I’m so horny it shouldn’t take long. I’m not surprised to find myself dripping wet. I undo the button and zipper of my jeans for a better angle. I insert two fingers into my pussy easily finding my engorged g-spot. I apply pressure to it as I use my palm to massage my clit. I’m already on the edge before I begin rhythmically fucking my own hand. I imagine it is Alex’s hand and quickly lose myself. I bite down on my left forearm to stifle my moan and lean against the bar to support myself as the spasms disperse throughout my body, leaving my hand where it is until the tremors stop.

  “That wasn’t bad, b
ut you shouldn’t hold back.” Oh my god Alex was watching me! I right myself from the bar and quickly try to pull my hand out of my pants. I can feel my face flushing with embarrassment. Alex is in front of me in a split second. She looks at me and grabs my hand, the one I’ve just taken out of my own pussy. I can see my juices running down my fingers. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like to watch. It was even sexier knowing that I did this to you.” She holds up my hand and inserts my fingers into her mouth. She licks and sucks them clean, moaning the whole time. I can see her erect nipples through her shirt, I know she isn’t faking her pleasure. “Do you know how amazing you taste?” I shake my head no, unable to speak. She pulls me in for a forceful kiss, quickly pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her mouth tastes different, good but different than normal. I realize that is me, that I am the difference. It tastes nothing like I thought it would. It only lasts a moment before she breaks it off. “You do now.” She walks out of the kitchen leaving me there, speechless.

  I take a few minutes to compose myself. Alex is completely undoing me. I am losing all of my inhibitions with her. It is like falling into the abyss and being comfortable, drowning in the ocean and not needing to come up for air. I’ve never felt so free or so desired. I shake myself from my thoughts. Ice cream, we need ice cream. I walk back to the den with one bowl and two spoons.

  “Feel better?” Alex looks at me and grins. I just smile at her. “Too much?”

  “Surprisingly no. I was embarrassed but you even made that seem hot.”

  “It was hot. I meant it, I like to watch. I just want you to be free. No holding back.” I redden again.

  “What if I’m too loud or do something you don’t like.”

  “Impossible. Nothing that comes from your pleasure could displease me. It isn’t as if I haven’t masturbated thinking about you before.”

  “You have?” I feel my face flush again.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. The first time was the night we went to Victoria’s Secret and you kept showing me all the stuff you were thinking about buying, asking my opinion. I had a very vivid dream about you coming downstairs and seducing me in one of them that night. I was so turned on I couldn’t go back to sleep.” She tells me this in a low, slow, seductive voice. She knows what she is doing.

  I’m panting again, how does she do this to me? “Which one?”

  “The black one. It was very, very sexy.”

  “I might have bought that one. I might be wearing it now.”

  “You might have bought it, but you aren’t wearing it. The panties you have on aren’t black.”

  “How do you…oh right.” I feel myself flush again.

  “What’s in the bowl?”

  “Huh? Oh ice cream, I bought you some the other day. Moose Tracks. I’m not sure what other flavors you like.”

  “I can think of one, but I doubt it is an available flavor.” I’m not sure I have any blood left in my body at this point. Surely it has all migrated to my face. Alex takes one of the spoons from the bowl and takes a bite. “Mmm, delicious. Want to restart the movie?” I nod that I do, afraid that if I try to speak no words will come out.

  Alexis

  Catherine and I continue our juvenile sessions, nothing seems to stop them. We try going for a walk, but that ends with Catherine against a tree in the woods. We try sitting on opposite ends of the couch, even in different chairs, but one of us always caves and attacks the other. No place is safe, but physical contact with her is better than no contact at all, even if we have to stop before things go too far. I know she is worried about me, worried about my blood pressure staying level, but contact with her sends my heart racing every time and I am fine. I won’t be able to hold back much longer and it feels like her resolve is slipping away more each day. This is how we pass the next week. Catherine goes to work and I spend the day with my aide Judy, waiting for Catherine to come home. Judy is a retired nurse. She works as an aide occasionally, to stay busy and make a little extra money. If Judy has an issue with Catherine and I being together, she doesn’t let on, nor do I ask.

  Monday I finally start working on stairs. Judy and I use the two steps in a garage. I am surprised when I don’t have any trouble with them. On Tuesday I start to swim laps under Judy’s supervision. The burning in my arms and shoulders feels amazing. My heart rate is up and everything is fine. No headaches, vision problems, seizures or other issues. On Wednesday Lydia stops by for lunch. It is nice to see her and find out how her vacation was. She seems genuinely happy that Catherine and I are together. She and Judy chat with one another while I take my midday call from Catherine. It seems as though the two of them have become fast friends by the time Lydia heads home, leaving me to wonder if there isn’t possibly a deeper connection there. By Thursday I am convinced that I no longer need the aide, but I know Catherine won’t hear of it. Friday sees me pacing the house all day, impatiently counting down the hours until Catherine is home and off of work for a week.

  Friday night we are cuddled together on the couch watching more Game of Thrones. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen every episode, but I never tire of it. Catherine has a hard time switching it off, so for us it is a relatively safe thing to watch. Our third episode of the night is just starting. Catherine is laying on my chest our legs tangled together. With one hand my fingers caress the trail along her spine over and over. With the other I hold her head against me, slowly rubbing my thumb along the length of her jawline. As the opening credits for the episode roll Catherine rises up and kisses me, sucking on my lower lip as she pulls away. I open my eyes and find her staring at me, the now familiar fire stirring in her eyes. She kisses me again, this time deeper and with more urgency than the first. When she breaks it off she lays her head back on my chest. I know she can hear my heart thundering. She lazily trails her fingers up and down my arm. I rest my head back and try to focus on the show.

  About half way through the episode I feel Catherine’s weight shift as she slides off of me. She grabs my hand and looks down at me. “Lets go to bed,” she orders as she pulls me off of the couch, baffled. She never shuts Thrones off mid episode.

  Catherine releases my hand when we get to the bedroom, I am certain she is heading toward the bathroom. I turn to move to the bed when I feel her grab my arm, stopping me. She pulls me to her and crushes her lips against mine, our tongues colliding. Her hands move down to my hips and I obey as she directs me to the bed. When I feel the edge of it collide with my ass I slide up onto it and spread my legs, pulling Catherine against me. She breaks off our kiss and starts trailing kisses across my cheek, bitting my earlobe and moving down my neck. She moves back to my mouth and we greedily clamp onto each other again. I can feel her gently pushing me back onto the bed. I slide back and pull her down on top of me. She straddles me at my waist and kisses me again. I can feel her start to slowly work her hips against me.

  “Ok Catherine, time to stop.” My breath is ragged. I’m giving the order I have no desire to give. She gazes at me for a moment, her eyes sparking with fire. She leans down and kisses me again forceful and urgent. My need for her responds in kind and I find my hands sliding up her torso, stoping on her breasts. I cup one in each hand, careful to secure each nipple between my fingers. I massage her breasts, pulling on her nipples with each new motion. Her hips start to grind against me again causing me to groan. She breaks off the kiss and trails her way down the other side of my face. I move to sit up but she pushes me back down against the bed.

  She licks my earlobe and whispers, “My body is a temple, worship me like I’m your god.” Holy shit! How does she remember that? I freeze, my hands locked on her breasts and look at her.

  “You’re sure? You know what you are saying?” Catherine responds by kissing me. She quickly pulls away to take off her shirt but I stop her. “Oh no. This will not be over quickly.” I kiss her as I sit up and quickly flip her underneath me. “Only I get to unwrap my gift.” I grab Catherine’s hands and pin them up over her head as I move in to
kiss her. I slowly trail my fingers down each of her arms but feel her attempt to move them. I stop to force them back against the bed, breaking off our kiss to give her a warning look. I start my path down her arms again, my fingertips barely making contact. Our eyes are locked and I can feel her squirm beneath me. She wants to move but doesn’t, she accepts that I am in control now. I kiss her again and continue to memorize her body, my fingertips moving over her like her body is written in Braille. I caress my way back up her arms and lock hands with her, breaking off our kiss once again. Her breathing is heavy, her lips swollen and dark red, her pupils like black holes that have swallowed the sky.

  “Please let me touch you.” I barely hear her request but let go of her hands, giving her permission. She quickly seizes my face and pulls me back down for another searing kiss. I feel her hands move down over my shoulders and stop on my hips. She is gently pushing me backwards. I oblige, sliding back just enough to allow her to sit up. My fingers slowly work downward until they find the waist of her shirt. I slowly lift it, breaking our kiss to pull it over her head. I lean back for a moment to enjoy my new view. My fingers never stop reading her body, creating a road map, noting her reactions to being touched in each place. I run my hands repeatedly along the length of her torso and kiss her again. I feel Catherine as she slides her hands under my shirt. She slides them up along my back and I feel them falter when she discovers that I’m not wearing a bra. I’ve bummed around in shorts and a t-shirt all day so I never bothered with one. I deepen our kiss as my hands make their way to her breasts, still contained by her bra. I massage them and pull at her nipples, making her moan. Her moaning drives me wild but I slow down, reminding myself to take my time. I feel Catherine’s hands slowly moving up my abdomen until they reach my breasts. Her flesh feels amazing against mine as she rubs her thumbs over my erect buds. I lean my forehead against her and release the moan that her fingers elicit. My body begs me not to but I pull Catherine’s hands off of my breasts as I slide a little further down her legs. I kiss her again, taking my time. My hands resume working her breasts as I kiss my way over her chin and down her neck. I slowly trail my tongue down her chest, deliberately ignoring her nipples. I watch her reaction as I tease her, her breathing picks up and I feel her once again try to move her hips against me. I trail my tongue down her stomach rolling it around the edge of her navel. I hear another change in her breathing so I stop to enjoy this spot a little longer. Her breathing hitches and her hips push up against me as I lick, suck and gently bite the area around her belly button. Satisfied that I have mapped the area I kiss and lick my way to her side, slowly making my way back to her breasts. I finally give in and gently nibble the nipple that struggles against her bra. She groans and pushes her pelvis against me forcefully. I love her reaction so I bite down a little harder and gently pull back.