by Amy Brent
She trembled. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want me Megan? If you don’t I’ll walk out of here and we don’t have to play this game any longer. I give you my word.”
He waited and she was frozen to the spot. It was up to her. After a moment she felt him lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then left the bedroom. She was terrified of giving in to him, of letting go of herself. She still wanted him, no matter what she told herself. She heard him open the door.
“Wait.” She spoke it aloud, but she didn’t yell. Despite that it was enough because he was there in an instant, his hands in her hair once more, pulling her to him, kissing her deeply. She kissed him back with everything she had, feeling his hands on her face but not moving any lower. She moved with him as he pressed his body into hers. He turned her and she was facing away from him, she felt his mouth trailing kisses down her back as the skin was exposed as the towel drooped down some. There was a heightened sense of awareness as she felt everything he did. The towel fell to the floor in one instant and she trembled slightly. She felt his hands on the outside of her thighs as he ran them up and over her curvy hips and up her spine, she felt both hands follow along her flesh until he cupped a breast in each hand, both spilling forward. She felt the heat of his mouth as he trailed kisses up the back of her neck, all while tugging lightly on her nipples. She leaned back into him and sighed. It had been so long. He kissed her ear and whispered.
“You’re so beautiful Megan.” Her eyes fluttered open and she turned around. He was standing there fully dressed as she snatched up the towel from the floor to cover herself. He looked at her puzzled.
“What’s wrong?” He took a step towards her and she took one back.
“Why would you say that?” She stepped into the dress hurriedly. He was still puzzled as he walked over to her and grabbed her hands in his.
“What did I say wrong? That you’re beautiful? You are, why is that wrong?” He leaned closer to her searching her face. He saw the confusion in her eyes, he didn’t know why.
She looked at him for a long moment, perhaps he wasn’t being cruel, wasn’t joking about her looks. He seemed sincere when he’d said it. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. She felt him come closer to her, she looked up to see him.
“Has no one ever told you you’re beautiful before?” He whispered to her as he moved her hair back from her face. He then cupped her face in his hands and pulled her up against him. She looked away, but he pulled her face back up so that he could look at her, waiting for an answer.
“Not ever said it and meant it, not really. Don’t get me wrong I love me, and my body. Most men can’t, or wont, appreciate all of me.” She mumbled back.
She looked up at him again and heard him breath. “I meant it.” He pulled the towel from her hands and threw it across the room.
She sat there subconsciously and watched him undress. He was sculpted and perfect. Every angle and plane of him was like a rock. He put her hands on his chest and she ran her fingers through the hair there and looked up at him. He pushed her back until she fell onto the bed and scrambled to scoot up on the blankets. He simply smiled at her as she did, and crawled across her finally settling beside her in the bed. She pulled the blanket over them and he refused to let her, he threw it onto the floor. He raised up above her and gently ran his fingertip over each nipple, watching them harden in response. He followed with his mouth greedily sucking on each one, burying his face between the glorious mounds and running his other hand along her stomach and lower until he found the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat of her before he even got close. It was obvious that he put his own needs in check. He was throbbing and ready but still he waited.
“Something about you drives me crazy Megan. Tell me you want me back, before I touch you any more than I have, before I can’t stop and turn this around.”
“I want you William.”
He moved with easy slow movements.
She felt his fingers slip lower until they were touching her in her most sensitive area. She felt him probing more and more as he slid one finger inside her. She arched lightly as he did so. He worked her masterfully entering first one finger, then another. She felt the tension rise up within her and she moaned as he rubbed her with his thumb. He was watching her now, he could feel her getting closer and closer and he leaned up to kiss her as she climaxed. Once she had finished moaning he easily slid up between her thighs and nudged and pushed until he was there at her opening. He looked down at her. Her glorious hair was spilled around her head and she beautiful. She opened her legs to accommodate him and with that he pushed into her deeply and fully. After a few strokes he buried the length of him inside her and together they found a rhythm that would take them both to new heights. She met him thrust for thrust, she twisted and turned any way he wanted her to and was eager to do so. He relished in the fact she gave herself with abandon, something he had never fully experienced.
Megan was in a place where she didn’t recognize who she was, William had taken her to places she had never imagined and she was lost in the moment with him. She loved the way he moved within her and would whisper to her as he did. He moaned her name and in doing so pushed her over the edge again. He was an excellent lover and she was discovering herself with each new movement. They lay together afterwards and she fell asleep easily.
William
He lay there watching her, she was laying on her side and her curvy hip was in the air. He felt at peace with her and was more satisfied than he’d ever been before. Normally he would go home, but not today, he wanted to be here laying with her like this. He rolled to his side and gently wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. He enveloped her with his body and using her hair as a pillow, fell asleep.
He never napped, nor did he ever stay with a woman who he had been with. Every woman had served a purpose, and afterward he let her go, both moving on to their respective lives. Megan, however, was different. She made him laugh, and made him think. He had wanted her from the beginning, but he had allowed emotion to cloud his judgement. He was falling for her, and didn’t know how to stop it.
He wasn’t really sure if he wanted to. Sure, she was different, for the papers grab hold and rip her apart. He didn’t want that for her, but he saw no way around it. If she wanted to be with him, he would try. She made him laugh, and made him want to be a better man. He would tell her so.
He sat up quickly, moving as slow as he could, but he knew she was awake.
“It’s getting late Megan, and I am starving.” He kissed her earlobe.
“Oh wow, I hate naps, what in the world is wrong with me?” She moved slowly, pulling herself up, then realizing she was naked she pulled up on the sheet.
He snatched it away. “I love looking at you, don’t take it away from me.” He gave her a smile as she stood and made her way across the room to wrap herself up in her towel once more, sticking her tongue out as she padded her way into the kitchen to make coffee. He followed her, ready to tell her how he felt.
“Megan, being with me can be rough, with the papers and all that. I just want to make sure you’re ready for all of that.” He took the mug she offered him.
She blinked at him confused. “Be with you? What are you talking about?”
“In the public eye I mean.”
“OH no, no William we can’t “be “anything. I’m sorry I thought you realized that.”
“I have feelings for you Megan, I want to try, for something real.” He felt his heart breaking at the resolve on her face.
“I’m sorry William, I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“Fair to me? What the hell does that mean?”
“You know how the media is. Me and you… it would be a nightmare for you.”
She turned once more to face him, but he was gone.
Megan
He was gone. She let the hot tears slip down her face, her heart breaking. She had fallen for h
im hard, but she refused to let him be berated because she was on his arm. No, it wasn’t fair to either of them, but he would learn to hate her for it.
She had fallen for him to an extent that she had not even realized that she was not on the pill!
Not on the pill!
This could mean something else….
She went through the emotions of her heartbreak, missing him even more now. An hour later, she heard the knock at her door and she made her way to it, opening it up to face him again.
“William, what are you doing here?” She did her best to hide her face from him.
He moved into the room cupping her chin in his hand. “You are a strong woman, Megan James, I know it.”
“So, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Tell me you don’t love me Megan…”
She felt her heart hurting…. She couldn’t say the words. “I can’t.” She whispered.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” He gave her a sweet kiss.
“What are you talking about?” She looked puzzled once more.
“I just leaked the story that I was engaged, so you will have to deal with the media, just trust in me and we will be fine Megan. “He was asking her, searching her eyes.
“Engaged….?” She trailed off as she noticed he was looking up at her.
“Megan James you are stubborn, bossy and controlling. You're also, loving, giving and beautiful. Marry me.”
She could barely shake her head yes as he slipped on the ring.
“I guess this means I got the job?” She laughed between her happy tears.
“I have a whole new job for you sweetheart.” He gave her a kiss and led her into the bedroom once more, to show her exactly what that job was.
Epilogue: Megan loved her new job – Being William’s wife and an interior decorator for their new palatial house. And was now busy decorating the nursery for their soon to be born baby girl.
Her next contract was redecorating William’s office but he had mentioned that he would be fine if they took it a little slow. He wanted to make sure that she takes proper rest during her pregnancy and was happy working from his home office three days a week – the arrangement worked perfect for Megan’s hormones and William’s drive. They could never have been happier!
****THE END***
Hot Lesbian Encounters Series
My First Time
Ginny Andrews parked her Range Rover in the parking lot in Philadelphia that was shared by several buildings, including the advertising company that she worked for. It was hustle and bustle around her as she leaned her head against her steering wheel, taking slow breaths.
Another quiet morning at her house with her husband of ten years leaving without a goodbye while she got ready upstairs. They had been having some troubles in the last couple of years but now it felt like both of them had given up. Ginny leaned back and ran her fingers through her heavy bobbed brown hair in a rush, checking to see that her make-up was still present and accounted for. She didn’t even know why she cried anymore at times because she wasn’t just sad. It was just so complicated.
Today’s drive had been mild and the big brown eyes that Phil had fallen in love with just after college stared back at her. Ginny looked good for being thirty-five with a nine-year-old daughter, but she also worked hard to do so. It wasn’t vanity as much as it was to keep up with her active girl and all of the things that she did with her. Phil worked as an architect and those projects could run for hours so she worked her schedule around Riley. At some point that had been okay with her, since her job at Brook’s Advertising was everything that she’d ever wanted after graduating from Carnegie Mellon University.
She’d married the perfect guy, had a great job and a happy daughter. Wasn’t that supposed to be enough for her?
Ginny slipped out of her brand new car, locking it before she slipped her keys into her purse and sliding that over her body. She joined the mass of people that were all going to their jobs, sipping the coffee that she’d brought from home to get her through the morning. Ginny walked carefully through the glass doors of her building, not wanting to add breaking her legs because of her new heels to her list today.
Riley had gotten up late for school, making everybody rush apart from Phil. He’d quietly gone to work without a word to anyone so Ginny had been the parent that was getting lunch together as well as herself, trying not to scream at her tired daughter. She got her dropped off and headed to work, finally enjoying some peace and sunshine before Winter hit. She gave the outside a last long glance before going to the elevator to her office, catching a glimpse of one of the newer girls that worked for her company. She was a redhead with loose curls that were typically held back with something and had the prettiest green eyes that looked like grass. She was always smiling and it reminded Ginny of a past version of herself, making her long for that life again.
Ginny knew deep down that it wasn’t just the old life that she longed for. Apart from a few drunken kisses in college before she tied herself to Phil, she’d never really examined her attraction to women before. It was just something that would never go anywhere since she’d chosen this life. This girl was probably fresh out of school and full of hope and promise, as well as being beautiful. There was just something about the way that she carried herself, laughing with another girl from the company as Ginny turned forward to trudge ahead.
On the elevator, she took another look at the young woman that was in the front of the car. While Ginny was more business as far as her choice of clothes, the redhead wore loose dresses and quirky flats. She didn’t wear a lot of make-up but what she did use was bright and fun. She was perfect for this place and Ginny remembered that she worked alongside Brandon Daniels, who was one of the best in the company. She must have done well at school to get right into that spot, something that Ginny had done six years ago before becoming a supervisor.
Maya James…that was her name. She’d only been with the company for a handful of months.
Ginny smiled to herself as she let her eyes wander down the trim form of Maya as another burst of her laughter filled the car. It was such a calming sound and Ginny memorized it in her head as she tucked her rising interest away under the facade of her bright red power suit and black heels. She was a supervisor anyway and it simply couldn’t happen based on that and so many other realities.
They both exited on the third floor, which was to be expected, though Ginny headed to the right and Maya to the left. Ginny got herself a fresh cup of coffee from the machine in the break room before settling down to log onto her computer and check email. It was her habit in the morning before she looked over the progress of the campaigns that she was heading, as well as making the rounds if she felt it was needed. Ginny was a fair boss but she let her teams know that she was interested and involved, if need be.
The email about a new campaign caught her eye and Ginny read further about the newest dating site that they’d been hired to represent. “Like the world needs another one,” she murmured to herself as she read the premise. It was similar to the one that suggested that you just have lunch, just going for more of a nighttime vibe with the idea of just meeting for a drink. Wasn’t that something that people did regularly in a bar? She checked out the teams that were suggested, wishing that she headed Brandon just today as he was listed with Maya. He was one of the top ad designers at Brook’s and had many successful campaigns under his proverbial collar.
Brandon was also known to be popular with the women at the advertising firm, and the rumors were quite rampant about him. Ginny wondered if he was sleeping with Maya or at the very least, trying to. If that were the case, it would get around. The supervisors tried to keep it from getting too crazy or worse yet, harmful; though gossip was a regular part of the work place. She threw in her vote for Brandon and Maya to head it, since he seemed to have an edge with those kinds of things.
Maya woke up to both her alarm and the sound of arguing, rolling over in her
king sized bed with a groan. Her bed and her things were in the basement of her sister’s small house with privacy and peace in mind, but when her five-year-old niece got angry, she tended to get very loud.
Maya had moved in when Brie’s ex had moved to New York, leaving her sister and his daughter behind to pursue stand-up comedy. Her and Brie were very close and she knew that it would be hard for her to raise Gillian by herself. David was basically a selfish narcissistic asshole who didn’t seem to think of his daughter, finding no issues in moving out of the state. Granted, Gillian was an accident but that didn’t give him the right to leave Brie alone to raise her.
Maya had moved in just after graduation, thinking it might be smart to save up some money since she’d landed a job at Brook’s Advertising right away. It was decent pay but an apartment of her own would cost her a fortune and she really loved her psychotic little blonde niece.
Put on a happy face.
Maya got out of bed and yanked on her robe as she headed towards the stairs, calling out Gillian’s name in a sing song voice as she opened the door. “What’s the deal, Gill?”
“She wants pancakes but we’re out. I suggested toast.” Brie said, her blue eyes weary and curly hair a mess as she glanced from the kitchen. “Why would that be a good idea?”
“Yo, Gill.” Maya smiled and went into the living room to find the girl sulking on the couch. She looked so much like Brie but her attitude was definitely that of her father. “You have to eat before school. It helps you learn and you know that Mom has to get to work. I’ll pick you up after work and we’ll get something for dinner. How’s that sound?”
“I want pancakes.” Her voice was set and her eyes a solid blue as they stared her down.
“We’ll have to get some. Look, kiddo. Cut your mom a break and let’s go have some honey toast, okay? I’ll throw in half a cup of that breakfast drink that you like.” Maya suggested softly, watching Gillian raise her hand to give her a high five. It was her way of saying yes to her aunt and Maya took a deep breath. This war was over. “Head on into the kitchen. I’ll meet you there.” She walked into the hallway to use the bathroom before meeting her sister in the hall. “Get ready for work. I’ll fix her breakfast and take the second shift.” Brie gave her a hug before heading down the hall to the shower and Maya smiled at her as she watched her walk away.