Begin Again

by Sarah Sanders

  She likes to nibble around my outer lips with quick tasting licks along my slit and clit.

  But what really gets her going in this look is when I hold myself open with my fingers for her widely displaying the completely clean look that the full Brazilian gives.

  I think she almost loses her mind at the sight of me holding myself open for her, my juices glistening tantalisingly welcoming her.

  Then she likes to get down there, have me wrap my legs around her head while she feasts and feasts. Her game for my cleaned out cunt is tongue fucking.

  As my hair starts growing out, she enjoys feeling it on her face. From the time there are prickly bristles to the time they soften, she likes rubbing her face into me.

  This is the time when her mouth and fingers get together in my pussy the maximum.

  Her fingers pump into me while her mouth does my clit and she can feel the hair on her upper face.

  This is also the time she has me on my knees with my ass high up in the air a lot as she takes me from behind, later winding her arm around me to do my clit. Sometime I join in the festivities to either do my clit or my breasts and we ride me together.

  The other thing she enjoys like crazy at this time is me sitting on her face grinding myself on her face and in her mouth as she eats me out.

  This is also our time for scissoring and tribbing.

  When my hair grows out more, her hand enjoys me the most.

  Yes, my pussy still lives in her hand but when my look gets more untamed, it is like her hand is melded to my cunt.

  She loves running her fingers through my jungle, playing with my clitoral hood endlessly. When I am dripping and my clit is practically screaming with all its might, she really bangs me.

  This is when her mouth gets attached to my breasts.

  In this stage of grooming I get the maximum tub fucks.

  In this phase I barely make it into any room before I am pushed and pinned against the nearest wall and am fucked senseless.

  She loves having me grind and rub myself on her cunt or thigh, my breasts waving in her face. As she feels me getting closer, she grabs one of my breasts pinching my pebbled tit, twisting and pulling the nipple, squeezing the full lushness. When I orgasm and start collapsing into her, her open mouth welcomes my other breast. She licks and laves the nipple with her tongue, sucks it and bites the tit while her fingers swirl and play luxuriously in my lavish wetness and then when she has me going again, she draws my breast fully into her mouth suckling vigorously her fingers thrusting into me, her thumb rubbing my clit.

  So the conclusion of the research is that she was honest…Betha really enjoys me completely in all states of grooming. So do I.

  ******

  I have Betha’s ring. I know she has already proposed to me and I’ve said yes…but giving her her ring should be as magically special as receiving my ring was. And I know just how I’m going to do that. I go to get a fill Brazilian before going back home.

  I enter the house and find Betha lying on the sofa waiting for me. She has put on some instrumental piano music and is lying peacefully just waiting. There is a new calmness and grounded-ness to her. I do that to her? I do that for her? I go over to her and sit on the floor, running my fingers through her hair.

  “Hey you,” I kiss her forehead.

  “Princess,” she looks at me for an eternal moment. “Long day?”

  “Like you won’t believe. My work reproduced over this weekend and gave birth to multiple children…and those children had children. But mostly it was a long day because no one would leave me alone. You are the toast of Franklin, honey, and everyone wants to meet you. We’ll soon have to throw an engagement party.”

  “Okay…we can call Translink folks also.”

  “And get ahold of our scattered friends. Ugh! This is beginning to sound like an event that needs a project manager,” I grimace. She smiles at me, raises her head to kiss the tip of my nose and I smile at the cuteness of the gesture.

  “Hungry?” she asks settling her head back.

  “Not right now…but can you ask Anita to makes me a few sandwiches for a late night snack?”

  “And a milkshake?” She knows me so well.

  “Honey, will you have dinner and come to me soon? I’ll have a bath…and I’ll be waiting for you,” I give her a hooded, heated look. She pulls my head down and kisses me till my toes curl. “Make it fast,” I say breathlessly.

  ******

  I have bathed and have positioned myself perfectly. I am semi-reclining against a whole lot of pillows. I have used a reading light – one of those that send a single focussed beams – to spotlight my crotch. I have positioned Betha’s ring in my hole (right now enclosed within my swollen outer lips) in a way that I’ll be able to slip her finger through it. I am super-excited and insanely turned on.

  Bethy opens the door and comes into the room. I can hear her draw in a sharp breath even though I am across the room, which is pretty huge by all standards. She practically teleports onto the bed. One moment she is at the door and the next she is crawling up the bed.

  I raise my knees and part them slightly ensuring that my pussy doesn’t open yet. I want to see her in the ambient light when she sees her ring nestled in me. She comes closer and I can see her in the semi-darkness. I widen my legs and open my cunt with my fingers.

  He eyes are drawn down and she gasps when she sees the diamond sparkling in the centre of her most favourite place in the world. She stares down reverentially. I reach for her left hand, grasp her ring finger and slowly draw it through the ring. As it passes through the ring upwards, it brushes my clit and I shudder.

  I don’t stop her hand’s upward movement. I drag her finger slowly across my abdomen, between my breasts and to my lips. She follows her left hand up my naked body.

  By the time she is completely on my, two fingers of her right hand are curled in me. She is stimulating my g-spot slowly and her thumb is moving in slow circles around my clit. I am already gushing.

  Then she is peppering my face, jawline and throat with kisses. She is effervescent and her eyes are completely black with desire.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” she is talking in-between kisses, “with such a deliciously dirty mind. You are outrageously sexy,” she licks the sensitive spot just at the base of my ear. “And you’re mine,” she growls into my throat.

  “I’ve been yours since the day I told you I love you,” I gasp…orgasmic waves have already claimed my body.

  She shudders in delight and moves to my breast. Her fingers are moving in and out of me fast and furious. There is no controlling her tonight. I am sure she is going to remember this as much as I am going to remember the moment she proposed to me.

  She bites my breast none too gently. And then draws her teeth across my tits. I clutch her hair. She sucks in the pebbled, puckered offerings, sucks me passionately and slides another finger into fucking me faster and harder. I arch my back and go rigid in my orgasm.

  As I come back down from my orgasm, I flip her around so that I am on top. I undress her peeling off her clothes and throwing them away. As soon as I get her naked, I lie on top of her letting my weight in completely on her. I kiss her. I suck her lower lip, bite it and run my tongue across it. My hand finds her dripping wetness.

  “Mine...” my voice is gravelly with possessiveness. “You’re mine.”

  “I’ve been yours since the day I saw you, princess,” she says, coming for my lips.

  I am pumping into her fiercely. My finger is flicking her clit. I press down on her clit and suck at her throat.

  She comes screaming, “Katrina Dali, I love you.” It is an honest-to-goodness scream to rival any of mine. I am sure this is a first for her.

  I bring her down gently. When she is back with me, I slide over so that I am straddling her thigh and start rubbing myself against her. She grabs both my breasts in her hands squeezing them rhythmically and hard in time with my movement. She pinches my nipples. My thigh is bet
ween hers, rubbing her with every movement of mine. As I quicken the pace towards my orgasm, I feel her shudder into another one of her own and then I am screaming and collapsing into her.

  She turns us around and her mouth is on my cunt. I think I then just give over to pulsing, gyrating, bucking, moaning, whimpering, mewling, groaning and screaming.

  ******

  In the past two weeks, my workload has miraculously cleared. A lot of stuff got mysteriously reassigned to others.

  These days I am most reviewing others’ work. I guess that is what happens when you move up. You take charge of others’ work rather than doing things yourself. I should ask Betha it is like this for her too.

  There are fewer and fewer projects coming my way. I can practically do what I have been assigned with one-fourth my brain and focus. There is really no challenge and excitement in this kind of work.

  Many of my clients have also got distributed to others to open up my time for reviews. Am I supposed to mentor people also? No one has told me anything. In fact, work-wise, no one has actually sat me down and explained my KRAs (Key Responsibility Areas) or defined my KPIs (Key Performance Indices) to me. I guess that will happen soon enough. I guess I should also not get restless with the minimum that is being asked from me work-wise and enjoy this slack period. A slack, slow period at work is a first for me in all my years at Franklin. I should just enjoy it, I suppose.

  ******

  One of the biggest advantages of this slump in work is that I can take advantage of the work-from-home policy and come home every day by lunch time. Then I can work from home for the rest of the day and complete whatever I need to review from home.

  Since I am at home so much, Bethy has also started coming back early. We go to a nearby park for a walk every evening. This is not an exercise walk. This is more of an unwinding, connecting with each other stroll that we take.

  This park attracts a lot of moms with their children. There are children of all shapes, sizes and ages running around all the time. Bethy and I often do people and children-watching sitting on a bench.

  I start noticing an interesting occurrence. Kids of all ages find their way to Betha to try and involve her in a game or a chat.

  I coo and play with the younger children, but I’ve never seen Betha doing that. In fact, she doesn’t even baby talk. Yet small children gravitate towards her. Betha talks and plays with all kids for as long as they want to. Without trying at all, she just connects with them.

  I am a little puzzled. From her behaviour, I am unable to figure out whether she likes kids or not. Whether she is open to the idea of having her own kids or not.

  And I need to know this quickly. I am not getting any younger, and neither is she, for that matter. We are both closer to forty than thirty…closer to forty than to thirty-five.

  My want for a baby is at an all-time high by now. I have to have a conversation soon.

  ******

  Bethy is sitting with an absolutely adorable three-year-old in her lap. The tot with dark rambunctious curls is telling Betha a story. My love is slowing leading the story on with the right responses and adding cues when the baby is stuck. The sight is precious. With their dark heads of hair, Betha could well be the parent of that little girl in her lap.

  The child was playing with her mother in attendance when we first saw her. I cooed to the child and drew the mother-daughter towards us. But after a few minutes of playing with me, the baby just slipped over to Beth.

  Children like me well enough, but they are drawn to Betha like she is some Pied Piper or something. The girl finally gets off Betha’s lap when her mother has called he repeatedly, finally threatens to leave her and go away.

  But before going, she makes Betha promise to meet her again ‘tomorrow’ (I love that everything from five minutes later to five years later is ‘tomorrow’ for a child) and throws her arms around Betha’s neck kissing her sweetly. I have to ask for my bye-bye kiss but it is given to me with enthusiasm and very willingly.

  “Do you like kids, Bethy?” I ask hugging her arm and sticking to her side like I’m glued to her. I can’t help it, I love sticking to her.

  “Sure,” she says with a kind of half-a-shrug.

  “But they seem drawn to you.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know why. It is not that I make baby sounds or cootchie-coo them.” She sounds genuinely puzzled, but rather pleased.

  “That’s true,” I think about it. “Maybe that’s what draws them to you. You pay attention to them and treat them like individuals…I don’t think many people do that. That must be your mojo.”

  “Possibly,” she says musingly. “You know, when I was little…before I even knew being gay was a thing, I had decided I don’t want to marry. That whole man-woman dynamic didn’t appeal to me. But I always wanted kids. I’d thought I’d adopt half-a-dozen or so kids. I imagined myself to be Maria from The Sound of Music,” she shares.

  This slice of insight into her past has me hoping. A little tentatively, but the hope flares.

  “Now? How do you feel now?”

  “Now…I have the most perfect person in my life and the most perfect life.”

  “Ummm…how about kids? Do you still see kids in this perfect world?”

  She is quiet for a while, clearly thinking. “You know, Kitty Kat…before you came along I thought I’d left the ability to be responsible for anyone other than myself behind. So I had no intention of taking care of kids. I was content being a complete world by myself. But now, you have expanded my heart. I think it would be wonderful if we have kids someday.”

  My heart leaps up. I’ve been waiting to hear this from her. I’ve been waiting for her to make a definitive statement one way or another.

  I do want kids, but if Bethy didn’t want them, it wouldn’t be a deal-breaker for me.

  However, having kids with her…having a family...is something beyond perfection.

  “How about you, princess? I know you love kids. I’ve seen that in the past few weeks in this park. Would you want any of your own?”

  I look at her. She looks into my eyes and I see realisation dawning on her face before I say anything. “Sweetie, it is my dearest wish to have kids with you. To raise a family with you,” I say, my voice rather husky and wet with emotion.

  She gazes at me tenderly. “You know there will be no going back then,” she says softly.

  “Bethany Swift, there has never been any going back for me with you…only going forward,” I say softly and lean towards her…into her.

  We kiss and seal our pact.

  Babies. Our babies…soon.

  ******

  I receive an unexpected and unusual call from Tay on a Thursday after two or three weeks. She wants to come visit. This has never happened before.

  Of course, I welcome her wholeheartedly – after all she is one of my favourite people besides being one of my best friends – but it has me wondering.

  This is not a short break holiday for her. Both Tay and Joy love travelling so whenever they plan a holiday they go to a new country or something more exotic than a run-of-the-mill American city. It would be less bewildering if she had asked whether she could stay in one or both of my houses in Madrid and Barcelona.

  I can only assume that she wants to talk to me. But talk to me about what? The offers he had extended a few months back? That doesn’t make sense either, because Tay isn’t pushy. She knows I’ll get back to her when I’m ready.

  Nothing about this request to come visit with us makes any sense.

  ******

  Tay and Joy reach us around seven in the evening on a Friday. They have driven almost four hours. This means she has actually left work early to make this trip. Like I said before, Tay is one of the most hardworking people I know. It is unsettling that she left work early. She wouldn’t do that for anything short of a crisis.

  But I am unable to see any crisis in her life or mine that would demand or justify this. Her business is going great and her relationship
with Joy is as strong and solid as always. Not to mention as hot. Yeah, the air between them and around them sizzles. I swear I can hear a zap when they look at each other or touch each other.

  I hug Tay and she steps back, pulling out her shades and slapping them on. “I’m blinded,” she declares dramatically.

  “Huh?” I say flummoxed as Joy breaks into quiet chuckles.

  “You,” Tay points at me accusingly, “You have been keeping secrets from me and now, as soon as you meet me, you blind me with this?!I” she raises her voice into a falsetto at the last word, grabbing my left hand and holding up my ring.