(Truth Or Dare Part Two)
By Mavis Applewater
August 2003
Disclaimers, The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author's permission. If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a loving, sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material, then please leave now and don't come back until it is no longer a crime. Does anyone else think that the sudden overwhelming mass of pop-up ads that promise to stop pop-up ads are an annoying form of blackmail? Why else would they ask for money every month just to stop bothering you? Nothing to do with the story, I'm just curious.
A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.
As always this is for Heather.
Paige smiled still half asleep and nestled against Wynne's body. Paige caressed Wynne's naked back; the blonde wasn't simply nestled against her she was draped over Paige. The brunette didn't mind being trapped beneath her lover. Instead she blissfully enjoyed the feel of their bodies pressing together as Wynne's heart beat in sync with her own. Paige kept her eyelids tightly shut as she inhaled the tantalizing aroma of Wynne's skin, hair, and their mingled passion.
Paige's smile grew brighter as her hands drifted from Wynne's back and down along the supple curves of her body. Paige's mind pleaded for just a few more moments of uninterrupted bliss as her body became aware that it was time for her to get up. She simply wanted to make time stand still and remain locked in a warm embrace with her lover. After almost a decade they were, finally, truly reunited and Paige never wanted to let go.
Yet as the weight of Wynne's body pushed against her bladder her body began to scream for freedom and for its morning infusion of caffeine Paige was finally forced to open her eyes. She suppressed a chuckle as tufts of wild blonde hair greeted her. As she shifted in an effort to extract herself she could feel Wynne's hold tightening. She peered down to find that her lover was still fast asleep. Step one, she realized, was to free herself from Wynne's tight holding. She had forgotten what a snuggle bunny the small blonde was.
As Paige managed to slip from Wynne's grasp without awakening the smaller woman she said a silent prayer that Wynne's morning persona wasn't still overly vibrant and perky. Paige dashed off to the bathroom and took care of her needs. She slipped back into the bedroom, and found Wynne wrapped up in a sheet with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Oh I know that look," Paige cautioned her as she began to look for her clothing.
"Come back to bed," Wynne beckoned her.
"Can't," Wynne muttered with regret.
"Still not a morning person?" Wynne teased her as she wiggled her finger calling her lover over. "If I make you some coffee will you come back to bed?"
"Hmm," Paige purred tempted by the sight of Wynne's body only slightly concealed by the sheet that was draped over her body. "I'm sorry," She grumbled out her apology as she began to dress.
"Oh?" Wynne murmured as her face darkened slightly.
Paige crossed over to her lover quickly and climbed up onto the bed, the disappointed look on her lover's face tugging at her heart. "Oh baby," She cooed as she brushed Wynne's hair out of her eyes. "I don't want to go," She tried to explain. "Bruce is all alone and is probably climbing the walls right about now."
"The puppy," Wynne gasped with embarrassment. "I forgot all about him."
"Trust me my overgrown baby is the only reason I'm leaving your bed," Paige vowed.
"For a brief moment when I woke up alone," Wynne stammered as she turned beet red.
"I know what you thought," Paige reassured her as she cupped her face. "We're not kids anymore and I certainly didn't endure the past few months of frustration just to bolt the morning after."
"I was being silly," Wynne said as she leaned into Paige's touch.
"Given our past I can understand your concerns," Paige asserted before kissing her lover. The simple kiss quickly turned passionate as Paige lowered Wynne down onto the bed. "Ugh," She grumbled as she forced herself to pull away from Wynne. "If I don't go now, Bruce is going to do something very nasty."
"Go," Wynne nudged her playfully after stealing another kiss.
"Not before I tell you how incredible last night was," Paige's voice dropped slightly as she felt her body warming from the memory. "I'm glad we found one another again."
"So am I," Wynne smiled brightly. "Now get out of here before I ravish you."
Paige hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to reject Wynne's offer. Before she had a chance to close the front door of the townhouse that she was subletting Bruce knocked her over and demanded attention. "I'm sorry," She pleaded as the large dog licked her face. "Let Mommy up," She scolded the beast as she tried to free herself from his clutches. Once she was upright, Bruce circled around her legs and whimpered. "Come on Bruce," She pleaded as she tried to make her way up the staircase. "I need to get changed first. I can't walk you in this dress."
"We need a bigger place," She sighed after she walked Bruce and he almost knocked her over once again. Bruce clumped into the kitchen searching for his morning meal as she followed behind him checking her home for any damage. "Good boy," She scratched his head when she discovered that he had somehow managed to contain his outrage at being left alone all night. The telephone rang just as she was reaching for Bruce's bowl. "Now what?" She grumbled. Thinking that the call might be from Wynne she picked up without checking the caller ID.
"Where have you been?" Her mother demanded. It was then that Paige noticed the message light flashing. She had thirteen messages, all of which she assumed were from her mother.
"I went out last night," Paige sighed with exasperation. The tall brunette's father had passed away eighteen months ago. Suddenly her mother, who she had thought was a very independent woman, needed her attention constantly. It was the reason Paige moved back home. Paige wanted to be closer to her mother after they both endured the loss of her father, but now her mother's dependency on her grew more and more neurotic every day.
"I've been calling you all night," Her mother chastised her. "When did you get in?"
Paige blushed as she felt a strange sense of déjà vu encompassing her. "I told you I had a date with Wynne last night," She tried to explain without going into detail. Despite the fact that Paige was well past the age of consent she really didn't want to go into the gory details with her mother.
"Just what time did you get in from your evening?" Her mother accused her.
"Oh boy," Paige muttered under her breath. She had hoped that perhaps she and Wynne could get together later, now she was certain that her mother was going to need some extra attention. "Mom I'm an adult."
She was grinding her jaw as she listened to the silence on the other end of the telephone. She waited to see if her mother was simply going to ignore what had obviously happened the night before as she almost always did. "The upstairs bathroom sink is dripping again," Her mother finally informed her gruffly. "I couldn't sleep a wink with all the noise."
"I will be over in a little while," Paige promised knowing that it wasn't a dripping sink that kept her mother awake all night. Maude Bowers hadn't slept for more than a few hours since the night her husband collapsed in the living room.
"When?" Her mother's voice grew small as she pleaded with her oldest child.
"I need to feed Bruce and get cleaned up," Paige patiently explained as she inhaled the stink emanating from her body. She had morning breath, was covered in dog drool and still smelled like sex. All in all not the condition she wanted to be in when she arrived at her parent's home. Bruce began to howl as Paige listened to the list of items her mother wanted her to pick up on her way over.
"Sorry boy," Paige apologized to the dark head that was buried deep inside his bowl. She wouldn't be able to take him with her since his massive size unnerved her mother. After she showered Bruce raced after her in an effort to join her on her journey. She apologized once again as he looked up at her with sad brown eyes. Paige felt like a monster for having to abandon her baby for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Paige climbed into her SUV. She had simply wanted to bask in the joy of a long over due after glow, but instead she was running all over town picking up Dr. Scholl's pads and toothpicks for her mother. Just as she retrieved the last item on her mother's lengthy list she was back on the road heading towards her childhood home.
As she crawled through the weekend traffic her cell phone chirped to life. Certain that it was her Mother wondering where she was she answered it without checking to see who it was. "Yes," She answered with a heavy sigh.
"Hello beautiful," Wynne's deep voice greeted her sending a delightful thrill up and down her spine. 'It is not fair that she can do this to me just by saying hello,' Paige thought as her body continued to shiver.
"Hi," She managed to squeak out.
"Are you driving?" Wynne asked with concern.
"Yeah," Paige blew out. "I'm on my way to my mother's."
"Do me a favor and hang up and call me back after you've arrived," Wynne requested timidly.
"No problem," Paige agreed knowing that her lover had spent several hours in surgery the other day trying to help put someone together after they used their car as a phone booth.
She pulled into the driveway of her mother's home and dialed Wynne's number before she even turned off the engine. "I miss you," Paige confessed the moment Wynne's voice greeted her.
"I miss you too," Wynne sighed.
"This is not the way I wanted to spend my day," Paige grumbled as she noticed her mother peeking through the living room curtains.
"Your Mom needs you," Wynne reminded her.
"I know," Paige conceded.
"If you are done visiting early enough come on by and bring the puppy," Wynne suggested.
"Really?" Paige gushed.
"Yeah really," Wynne answered her brightly. Paige could feel her lover smiling.
"I will see you later," Paige said before ending the conversation. As much as she wanted to keep talking to Wynne the constant peeking from the living room window was making her crazy.
The day spent with her mother proved to be an exercise in control. She ended up staying late into the evening until it was time for her mother to go to bed. As she tucked her mother in for the night, she wondered just when their roles had been reversed? She did manage to avoid spending the night, even though her mother practically begged her. Bruce wouldn't be able to spend another night alone and there was just no way she could spend the night. Her mother seemed to accept her explanation after Paige agreed to take her shopping the following morning.
Normally Paige really enjoyed spending time with her family. Yet since her father's sudden death her mother seemed to have become completely helpless. It didn't help that Paige's younger brothers seemed incapable or unwilling to help with the situation that was rapidly growing out of control.
It began the night Robert Bowers extinguished his after dinner cigar, a habit that infuriated both his doctor and his wife. He stood and said good night to his wife of almost thirty years, and kissed her on the cheek as she worked on her crossword puzzle. He never made it across the room. Suddenly he clutched his chest and collapsed. The doctors and paramedics assured the family that he didn't suffer. Paige was the only one who understood why; her father was dead before he hit the floor.
It was a small comfort to Paige who was on the other side of the country at the time. Despite the fact that she was in California and her brothers lived across town from their parents, Paige was the one who had been called upon to handle the arrangements and her mother's hysteria. She didn't question her role; she simply caught the first plane heading east and took over. Jerome and Noah, her younger brothers, happily allowed her to take the reins.
For whatever reason, perhaps because she was the oldest or most responsible, the running of the family's affairs fell upon Paige's weary shoulders. She moved back home and rented a townhouse that was near her childhood home. It made the commute into Boston during the week difficult, but she needed to be close to her mother. She had assumed, at the time, it was just until her mother adjusted to her new life.
Sadly instead of dealing with her loss her mother seemed to be retreating deeper within herself. At fifty-five she was the first one amongst her close circle of friends to be widowed. Paige could see that her mother suddenly felt like an outsider. It was a concept that the tall brunette was very familiar with. It also caused her to lean on her daughter more and more.
Paige was not complaining. She was just afraid that her mother was losing her sense of self and becoming old before her time. Paige was suddenly torn between her obligations. There was her mother whom she was devoted to, her practice, which she loved, Bruce her beloved lab who would only put up with being ignored for so long, and then, of course, there was her blossoming relationship with Wynne.
The blonde surgeon was her first love and now they had a second chance. But her mother needed her and Wynne lived close to the city. Paige was wondering just how long she could maintain the juggling act before someone was dropped?
Adding to the brunette's troublesome burden was that Paige suddenly became her mother's escort for every social event. Next weekend it was her second cousin Debbie's wedding, who in Paige's opinion was much too young to be getting married. Her brothers had already declined to attend the wedding of the young cousin they barely knew, sticking Paige with the responsibility. The event was just far enough away that it would take up her entire weekend. It would mean another weekend away from Wynne and their new relationship.
"The boys and I are going to have a long talk," Paige vowed as she entered the darkened townhouse. She looked around thinking that it was much to quiet. "Bruce?" She called out fearfully as she flipped on the lights. "Oh man," She practically bellowed as she discovered one of the sofa cushions torn to shreds. "Where are you?" She demanded as she began her search for the furry offender. She discovered Bruce nestled in her walk in closet happily devouring her favorite pair of shoes.
After she gave Bruce an exhaustive lecture, which he didn't even have the good manners to look guilty about, she was forced to call Wynne and cancel. She was too exhausted to drive all the way over towards the city and she still had a mess to clean up. Plus she had to drive back in the morning so she could take her mother shopping. They made plans to meet for lunch on Monday at the hospital.
She had to admit Wynne was really understanding about the sudden cancellation. "I wonder how much longer she will be this understanding." Paige pondered aloud as she entered her bedroom and discovered Bruce sprawled out across her bed. "Down," She instructed him as Bruce simply looked up at her with sad dark eyes. "Okay," She gave in just like she always did. "I don't know what I should do Bruce?" She mused as she began to get ready for bed. "I can't expect Wynne to keep hanging around. It only took you one night to turn on me. Now that sleepovers are a part of our relationship this is just going to get harder."
The mall was a tortuous experience for Paige. She never liked the mall, even when she was a teenager. She would usually lag behind the others while Wynne and Fran explored every nook and cranny of each and every store. Upon arriving that morning Paige felt a sense of relief when her mother produced a list of items. A list in Paige's mind was a good thing, it meant no lingering, no window-shopping, you just get what you need and get out. By three in the afternoon she realized that she was mistaken. She was also tired, hungry, cranky and missing Wynne.
Paige was just about to voice her objections when Mrs. Burkett spotted them. She hadn't seen the older blonde since her father's funeral. Wynne didn't attend, but she did send a lovely arrangement of flowers and visited her mother one afternoon when Paige was out. Paige had always been touched by the gesture despite the fact that back then she and Wynne hadn't spoken to one another since the night of that horrible holiday party Fran had thrown.
Paige shivered as Mrs. Burkett and her mother chatted away. She became lost in the memory of the horrible words she had used when she and Wynne began to argue.
"Huh?" She stammered when she realized that Mrs. Burkett was speaking to her.
"I was just saying that I heard you were back," Mrs. Burkett explained. "In fact I've been hearing a great deal about you lately."
"Really?" Her mother said curiously as Paige rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to explain to her mother that of course Mrs. Burkett had heard she was in town, since Mrs. Burkett was Wynne's mother.
"Good things I hope," Paige offered politely knowing that the Burkett's weren't very comfortable with Wynne's sexuality.
"Very good things," Mrs. Burkett responded with a friendly smile.
They chatted for a while longer. Paige was stunned when Mrs. Burkett extended a dinner invitation. She was even more stunned when her own mother politely declined. Later that night Paige could feel the argument brewing just beneath the surface all through dinner. "I just don't understand why you turned down her invitation?" Paige pressed as they cleaned up the dinner dishes. She knew she was playing with fire, but she had to get her mother back out into the world.
"I didn't feel like it," Her mother snapped. "I'm surprised that she invited the both of us."
"I'm dating her daughter why wouldn't she?" Paige snapped in response.
"They don't know that," Her mother argued.
"Yes they do," Paige corrected her. "I know Wynne told them. Just like I told you. So what is bothering you all of sudden? You never seemed to have a problem with my sexuality before. I mean I know you're not doing cartwheels or anything, but all of sudden it is like you don't want to talk about my life. Was it easier when I lived on the other side of the country, and it was just an abstract idea? Or is it Wynne?"
"Well I don't really know the girl," Her mother hedged.
"What are you talking about?" Paige shouted not meaning to yell, but she couldn't restrain herself. "You've known Wynne all of her life. And I seem to recall that you and Dad spent a lot of time with her parents," It was then Paige realized the problem. "Mom I miss him too, but you can't stop living."
"Paige," Her mother cautioned her. Paige sighed knowing that for now the conversation was over.
Paige was still troubled with her concerns the following day. It bugged her that neither her mother nor brothers seemed to understand that she was in a relationship. It was as if Wynne's gender nullified the validity of their relationship, and because her brothers were married to women it was all right for them not to spend time with their mother. Paige was fuming by the time she went down to the cafeteria. She and Wynne had agreed to just meet there in case one or the other was held up with a patient.
She managed to secure a table and was stabbing her salad violently as she pondered what she should do about her mother. She had just rediscovered Wynne and didn't want to have to give up what they had. But more and more it looked like that was what was going to happen if she couldn't get her mother back out in the world.
"What did it do?" Wynne's voice stirred her out of her turmoil.
Paige almost laughed when she looked down at the mess she had made of her lunch.
"Sorry," She apologized as Wynne sat down across from her. "Long weekend."
"Want to talk about it?" Wynne offered as Paige slumped down in her seat.
"I missed you," Paige confessed.
"I missed you too," Wynne added sincerely as she smiled over at the distraught brunette. "I hear you had to go the mall."
"Your mom told you?" Paige couldn't help smiling completely captivated by the gleam in her lover's eyes.
"Yes," Wynne confirmed. "She was a little disappointed your mom declined dinner. She's been trying for some time to get her out."
"Everyone has," Paige groaned. "I don't understand it. She just can't seem to be around other couples anymore."
"Can't be easy for her," Wynne suggested.
"I know but if she doesn't break out of her funk, I am afraid I am going to lose her too," Paige choked out. "I'm a mess. I can't spend time with you, my brothers are no help, and Bruce is acting up."
Paige pushed her lunch aside as she watched Wynne's eyes dimming slightly. "I've been thinking about that since you left the other morning," Wynne began as Paige felt her chest tighten. She hadn't expected her lover to end things so quickly. "I think I have a solution."
"Fine," Paige grunted fully expecting Wynne to drop her since things were getting complicated.
"I understand that you need to be close to your mother," Wynne slowly began. "But during the week she understands that you need to be at the hospital."
"Uh huh," Paige responded trying to grasp the situation.
"And on the weekends you spend most of your time with your mom," Wynne continued with a nervous smile. "What if during the week, if we are going to spend time together, you and Bruce stay at my place. You'll be closer to work and I have a much bigger yard where your wonder puppy can play all day long. And if we make plans on a weekend I stay at your place. That way I can help with your mom. Maybe between the two of us and my parents we can get her out and about a little more. I'm not talking about moving in together, just spending more time together."
Paige was shocked at how simple the suggestion was. It would help solve most of her problems, providing she made it clear to her bone head siblings that certain nights during the week they had to visit their mother and Paige was unavailable. "It is perfect," Paige blurted out. "I'll have a long talk with my brothers."
"Great," Wynne beamed proudly. "So why don't we start this weekend?"
"I can't," Paige grumbled. "I'm going to this wedding in New Hampshire with my mother."
"What day?" Wynne asked as Paige admired her.
"Late on Saturday," Paige answered curious to see where this was going.
"Not a problem," Wynne smirked once again. "How about after work on Friday, I come over and we eat in? Then on Saturday you go to the wedding and I'll look after Bruce. We can spend Sunday with your Mom or maybe invite her and my folks out for brunch?"
"You are simply amazing," Paige congratulated her lover who was looking mighty pleased with herself.
"So what do you want to do now?" Wynne began. "A game of truth or dare?"
Paige choked on her ice tea as a blush covered her face. "Jerk," She choked out as Wynne simply wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
That night Paige summoned her brothers to her home and sat them down for a long over due talk. She explained in great detail that she was tired of seeing their wives more than she saw either of them at their mother's home. She resorted to calling them selfish bastards when they began to grouse about her needing one or two nights a week to be with her lover. Then she played her trump card. 'She is going to die if she doesn't start living again, this isn't what Dad would have wanted,' she flatly explained and finally they understood the gravity of the situation.
The following Friday night Paige was in her kitchen preparing a simple dinner as she waited for her lover to come over. She felt good about being so open with both of their families about the relationship. It was something they had missed out on the first time around. When they were teenagers they had to hide what they were doing and how they felt about one another. It hadn't been easy on either of them since at that age they were walking and talking hormones. It was amazing to her that they had never been caught since they couldn't keep their hands off of one another.
She blushed as she recalled one night when Wynne came over to study. Paige was consumed with desire from the moment she shut the door to her bedroom. She didn't give Wynne a chance to set her books down when she pinned the small girl against the wall and began an assault on her lips. Wynne didn't resist Paige's urgent advances; instead she gave into them willingly.
Paige could still taste the way Wynne's skin tasted as she feasted upon her neck. She pinned the blonde's hands above her head with one hand while she lowered the zipper on her jeans with the other. She could still recall how wet Wynne was as she rode urgently against Paige's touch. She could still feel Wynne's hot breath whispering in her ear that she belonged to Paige.
Paige was blushing when she heard the doorbell ringing. She looked down at the frying pan that contained nothing but burnt remnants of what should have been their dinner. She shut of the stove and rushed over to the front door.
She flung the door open and yanked the unsuspecting Wynne inside. She didn't give the blonde a chance to put her travel bag down before she pinned her against the wall. She kicked the front door closed as she captured Wynne in a fiery kiss. "Dinner is ruined," Paige grunted as she began to lower Wynne's pants.
"Who cares," Wynne moaned in response as she yanked Paige's shirt out of her pants.
"I need you," Paige growled as she parted her lover's thighs with her knee.
"I'm yours," Wynne vowed as Paige brushed the blonde's wandering hands aside.
Paige was on fire as she pulled Wynne's shirt up to her chin. She released a tiny moan as she traced the swell of the blonde's breast with her fingers. Her hands drifted lower and lower as Wynne squirmed against the wall. It had only been one week since the last time they had touched, yet Paige felt like a starving animal and only Wynne could sate her needs.
Paige ran her tongue along the valley of Wynne's breasts as her fingers dragged along the elastic band of the blonde's panties. Frustrated by the need to feel more she clutched the edges of her lover's underwear and pushed them down until they met her pants that were still clinging to her hips.
As she suckled one of the blonde's nipples through the material of her bra her fingers brushed against the damp curls. The abundance of desire that greeted her touch sent a thrill up Paige's spine. She ran the tips of her fingers along the swollen lips as she nibbled on the blonde's nipple. Spreading her fingers into a vee she parted her lover as Wynne pleaded with her. Paige brushed her thumb against Wynne's throbbing clit as the blonde's body thrust against her touch. "Oh God Paige," Wynne panted urgently as the brunette pressed against the opening of her center.
Wynne's hips rocked forward in an effort to capture Paige's long fingers deep inside of her. Paige's mouth blazed a trail up to Wynne's neck as she slipped inside of her. She could feel Wynne's body tighten against her touch. Wynne cried out as Paige slipped deeper inside of her. Paige's body was reeling as her lover begged her for release and the blonde's desire filled her touch. She plunged in and out of the blonde's wetness as Wynne's grip on her body tightened.
Paige pressed her entire body against Wynne's thrusting form as she drove her closer to the edge. Paige's body shuddered as she followed her lover into a blissful surrender.
"Should I ask what this about?" Wynne whispered against her skin.
"Hmm," Paige sighed. "I took a little trip down memory lane and ended up burning dinner."
"Well then why don't we go upstairs and relive a few more memories?" Wynne suggested with a soft purr.
Paige had almost nodded off during the wedding ceremony and reception. She was tired and famished. She blushed each time her stomach growled knowing that she hadn't had a thing to eat since the afternoon before. It was the reason why she passed on food that was at the root of the crimson shade she was sporting. She and her lover had relived every sexual encounter from their brief teenage romance up until it was time for Paige to drag her body out of bed and get ready for the wedding.
Now that her mother was safely tucked into bed Paige was anxious to see her lover again and tell her about the ruckus that broke up the wedding reception. "Hey there," Wynne greeted her from the sofa. Paige smiled at the way the blonde's feet were propped up and Bruce's head was resting in Wynne's lap.
"Hi Honey," Paige beamed as she leaned against the sofa and stole a quick kiss. There was something about the domesticity of the situation that warmed her heart.
"How was the wedding?" Wynne asked as she tried to push Bruce aside.
"He is comfortable you'll need a crow bar to get him off of you," Paige chuckled. "The wedding was really nice, and mom really lightened up. She is looking forward to brunch tomorrow."
"Great," Wynne smiled as she struggled to get out from under Bruce. "You're back early?"
"I'll tell you about that after you tell me how your day went," Paige teased as Wynne was forced to climb up the back of the sofa in order to escape from Bruce.
"Oh me and wonder lab had a great day," Wynne explained as Paige took her by the hand and led her up the staircase. "Dad and I took him to the park. Mom never let him have a dog, so he's thrilled that I'm dating someone with a lab. And you're right Bruce is convinced that the squirrels are out to get him."
"Told you," Paige exclaimed as she led Wynne into her bedroom.
"So why are you back so early?" Wynne asked as she wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist. "Not that I am complaining," She added as her hands glided up along Paige's back and started to lower the zipper on her dress. Paige moaned in response as she felt her simple dress slipping down her broad shoulders.
"Well the reception broke up after the police arrived," Paige explained as her dress slipped to the floor.
"Don't you ever wear underwear?" Wynne asked in a sultry tone as she clasped Paige's naked hips.
"No," Paige chuckled as she relaxed into the feel of Wynne's hands running along her half naked body.
"So why did the cops show up?" Wynne asked as she slipped off the straps of Paige's bra.
"Well it seems that some of the guests decided that because one of the bars in the hotel was closed they could use it as a self service station," Paige explained as she felt her bra falling from her body. She brushed Wynne's short blonde locks from her brow.
"That can't be a good thing," Wynne sighed as Paige began to undress the smaller woman.
"The hotel manager finally complained and told them to stop," Paige continued her story as she slowly removed her lover's clothing. "Not a pretty sight since most of the guests causing the problem were teenaged boys."
"Right the bride and groom are only eighteen," Wynne sighed as she stepped out of her jeans that were pooled around her ankles.
"Uh huh," Paige sighed as Wynne lowered her down onto the bed. "The bride threw a fit and started throwing flowers, vases, and bottles at this poor guy. It escalated from there until she chased her new husband out to the parking lot and jumped on his back and started beating on the poor kid."
Wynne was laughing hysterically as she climbed up onto the bed. "What happened after that?"
"The manager called the cops," Paige laughed as she rolled over beside her lover. "The groom has decided that it will be safer to let his blushing bride spend their wedding night in jail. I don't think this marriage is going to last."
"Eighteen is just too young," Wynne agreed each of them frowning.
"We thought it was forever," Paige hesitantly responded.
"And it took us a lot of years and a lot of miles to get here," Wynne reassured her. "This is where I belong."
Paige felt her shy nature returning. "Hey," Wynne said softly as she tucked her fingers beneath the brunette's chin. Paige lifted her head to find Wynne's eyes filled with warmth and love.
"I love you," She professed in a soft voice.
"And I love you," Wynne vowed. "Last night was incredible. I really enjoyed reliving some very special moments in our life," Paige quirked her eyebrows curious as to why Wynne's eyes had suddenly darkened with desire. "Tonight what I want is to create some new memories. Actually I really want to spend years with you creating new memories. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," Paige swallowed hard as she answered her lover's question. Her body tingling with expectation as her gaze drifted along each curve of Wynne's body. She worshiped the smaller woman's body with her eyes, as she felt Wynne mirroring her actions. They spent last evening lost in a haze of youthful need tonight was about sensuality. She felt as if Wynne was making love to her with her eyes.
Her body was reacting to Wynne's smoldering gaze as if she was touching her with her hands. Paige's body erupted with goose bumps as her nipples hardened. Her wetness flowed freely as she simply looked at her lover, neither of them moving, as their breathing grew ragged. Paige was fearful that she would erupt the instant their bodies touched.
Wynne cast a sly smirk over at her that made Paige's heart skip a beat. "Come here," Wynne commanded in a husky tone as Paige quivered in response. Wynne was careful not to touch her as she guided Paige up to the pillows and had her lean against the headboard. "Close your eyes," Wynne gently instructed her.
Paige could only nod in response as she complied with her lover's request. In the darkness she listened to the sounds of her lover shuffling about her bedroom and the constant hammering of her heart. She fought to calm her body as she heard the bed creak and felt the mattress sink beneath her lover's weight. She licked her lips as she forced herself to keep her eyes closed. "What?" She began as she felt something slipping over her closed eyelids.
"Ssh," Wynne's hot breath reassured her as she tied the soft material around the back of Paige's head.
Paige tried to open her eyes only to be greeted by darkness. She released a tiny gasp as she realized that her lover had blindfolded her. "Trust me," Wynne repeated her voice sending a delightful tremor through Paige's body.
"Always," Paige agreed as her fingers dug into the pillows that were beneath her. How could she not trust Wynne? The first time they were intimate the two of them were making out with their hands tied behind their backs, and they were being watched by three other women. And still they gave into their carnal desires.
She could feel the heat of Wynne's body hovering above her. She released a whimper as she felt her lover's pert nipples brushing against her skin. She was ready to cry out and beg Wynne to touch her when she felt her lover's tongue running along the nape of her neck. "Don't touch me," Wynne softly murmured.
Paige was panting heavily as her mind and body objected to Wynne's instructions. Her back arched as she felt her lover's soft touch just below her breasts. Damp curls brushed against her abdomen as Wynne's fingers traced the swell of her breasts. Paige dug her nails deeper into the pillows she was gripping as Wynne's fingers continued to glide along her breasts without touching her nipples.
She felt intoxicated as she heard the bed creak and felt Wynne's thighs straddling her body. She growled in frustration, as her lover's body remained a hair breath away from her own.
She cried out as she felt Wynne's thumbs lightly grazing her nipples. "Please," She whimpered as she felt Wynne's breath in her ear. Cocooned in the darkness she was lost in the light sounds and gentle touches. Her clit was pulsating in a demanding rhythm as Wynne's tongue traced her earlobe before dipping inside.
As Wynne began feasting upon Paige's neck the brunette felt her breasts being captured by two tiny hands. Much too soon she felt Wynne's hands slipping from her sensitive breasts and gliding down the front of her body. In the darkness she felt Wynne's hands and mouth teasing her skin. Her body prickled with excitement as she felt her body being guided lower.
She was lying on her back amazed at how she could feel Wynne's nearness without seeing or feeling her touch. She almost jumped when Wynne's hands returned to her body. The blonde slowly ran the tips of her fingers along Paige's shoulders then down her arms, up along the curve of her hips, slowly along the swell of her breasts, then down the front of her body.
She reached up in the darkness, seeking out her lover's body, only to have her hands brushed aside. She felt Wynne's desire brushing against her hip as her lover's body gently caressed her own. Wynne's fingers ran through her hair and along her neck as Paige felt their skin meeting. Wynne's nipples brushed against her skin as she captured Paige in a lingering kiss.
In the darkness she gave herself over to Wynne's touch as they kissed and the blonde caressed her body. Paige was on fire as she felt her lover's tongue circling her nipples and a small hand slipping between their bodies. She allowed Wynne to part her thighs with her knee. Then she moaned deeply as she felt her slick folds being parted. Unable to see her body knew Wynne's touch, as the blonde's mouth feasted upon her breasts and her fingers slipped inside her wetness.
She could feel Wynne's lips, teeth and tongue pleasuring her as their clits met in a fiery embrace. She was clinging to her lover as their bodies rocked gently against one another. She could feel her lover's wetness flowing with her own as they fell into a steady rhythm. She felt the beating of Wynne's heart and clit mirroring her own demanding rhythm. She needed more and her lover seemed determined to keep the pace slow. "Please," She pleaded as she felt her lover's kisses drifting down her body. Every inch of her flesh was on fire as she opened herself up to the feel of Wynne's breath caressing her thighs. She growled once again in frustration as she felt Wynne moving away.
"Roll over," Wynne's voice called out to her and Paige was helpless to refuse.
She turned onto her stomach and allowed her lover's hands to guide her up. Blindfolded she was now on her hands and knees, feeling her lover's presence lurking behind her. She felt her long hair being brushed away from her neck. She could feel Wynne's mouth now teasing the exposed area as the blonde's hands gently ran up along the sides of her body. As she felt the warmth of Wynne's mouth along her shoulder blades, she felt the blonde's hardened nipples brushing against her back.
Paige's hips jerked backward in a desperate need to feel more of her lover. She felt damp curls grazing against the flesh of her ass as Wynne's tongue glided down along her spine. It was too much for Paige to withstand as she felt her lover's hands and mouth caressing her ass. "Sweet Jesus you are trying to kill me," She protested. A wry chuckle and the feel of Wynne's tongue tracing the curve of her ass greeted her protest.
She heard Wynne moaning and she knew that her lover could taste what she was doing to her as the blonde's tongue slipped deeper inside of her. Paige gripped the bedding tightly as she felt Wynne's shoulders pressing against her thighs. She spread herself open even further as she begged her lover to take whatever she wanted.
She trembled with anticipation as she felt Wynne's hands cupping her backside and then slowly slipping her tongue along her wetness. Paige couldn't still her body as her lover's tongue plunged inside of her. Paige's hips thrust urgently against her lover as the blonde plunged deeper inside of her. Unable to see her lover her mind pictured the delightful image of Wynne nestled between her thighs.
Paige's body tightened as she neared the edge only to have Wynne's tongue retreat from her center. Paige was a mass of desire as she felt her lover's tongue licking and tasting her wetness until she was teasing the brunette's clit with the tip of her tongue. Once again Paige found herself hovering on the brink only to have Wynne withdraw. Paige's head fell forward as she felt her lover's body shifting.
She cried out as she felt Wynne's hands grasping her hips. Paige thrust against her lover's touch and cried out once again as Wynne's wetness greeted her own. The room was filled with grunts and heavy breathing as Wynne guided Paige's body. They ground against one another wildly. Paige begged her lover for release. "Yes," She screamed out as she felt her lover's fingers slipping inside of her. She begged for more as their bodies became one. Finally her body was granted release as they collapsed onto the bed. Once she could move and breathe on her own, Paige tore off the blindfold and rolled over.
She trapped Wynne's body beneath her own and began kissing the blonde passionately as she captured her clit between two of her fingers. She kissed and taunted her lover until she felt Wynne's body climaxing against her touch.
She tasted her wetness on her lover's lips as she stole another kiss. "I am really becoming fond of your ideas," She panted.
"Paige I want to spend years making new memories with you," Wynne vowed.
"Thank you," Paige choked out as her hands began to explore new memories.
The End
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