Wednesday, after Megan's workout and our 'matchmaking' endeavor, I met Caroline for lunch at our little bistro. Beth was working and met me with her sweet smile and showed me to a table she was tending, sort of tucked away toward the back of the restaurant. It had a nice view of the front of the place despite its location.

When Caroline arrived, Beth greeted her with another lovely smile. They exchanged words, and I think Beth may have blushed at something Caroline said, but I wasn't sure.

When Beth showed Caroline over to our table, she waited while I greeted Caroline, smiling the entire time. After Caroline and I hugged and sat down, she asked if we'd like something to drink. We both ordered iced tea, and off she went to fetch them.

Caroline started off asking if I'd slept with Beth yet. I smiled and said I hadn't, and her reply was that I should; she's cute. I smiled and agreed as Beth brought our drinks, then left to give us time to figure out what we wanted to eat. We took our time, looking at the menus, idly talking while perusing them. We made our decisions, set the menus down, and then Caroline grinned.

I asked what was up, and she said, "You're a sly one, Silvia. You set Jen and me up. Didn't you?"

I grinned as Beth returned and took our order. Then, when she was far enough away, I replied, "Well, kinda. I saw a need and hoped it might get filled."

Caroline reached out, covering my hand with hers, and whispered, "I think it might be exactly what we needed. Thank you. We've talked with Brandi, and she is absolutely adorable. We invited her over for dinner on Friday evening, so we'll see what happens. Hopefully, she'll be dessert."

I replied, giggling, “I'm glad to hear that. That was the first time I'd met her. She and Megan are good friends, I believe. Megan's told me a few things about her. She is such a flirt, I almost took her home with me. But, I think you three will get along very well.”

Caroline grinned as she said, “You know, you could join us. I doubt Brandi or Jen would object. I still want you, Silvia. I probably always will. You're an amazing woman.”

I blushed as I thanked her, which prompted Caroline to massage my ankle with her foot, sending shivers

through me. She was tempting and was Brandi. I hoped that at some point, Anza and I would cross the friendship line, and I didn't want any complications with that. Plus, I didn't know if having sex with Brandi would get back to Megan. I figured it probably would, and she'd get involved at some point with the three of them. It was a double-edged sword type of thing. I could see the five of us having an orgy, but that was for a late-night masturbation session, not a real one.

I quickly snapped back to reality as Beth brought our orders and we started eating. There was another possibility, too, Beth. She was adorable and seemed to want more of my attention. Ugh. So many opportunities, and I decided to be a good girl, hoping for something that may not happen.

After Beth left us, Caroline looked at me, grinning, and said, "You were thinking about it, weren't you, baby. It does sound delicious. Just think about it. Me between your legs while Jen and Brandi suckle and kiss you. So many delicious combinations, I'm getting wet picturing them, and I know you are too."

I nearly coughed up my food, but was able to finish chewing and swallowing when I replied, "Yes, I was thinking about it. It would be fun, but I'm not ready to get into another relationship, even if it's casual sex. It's tempting, Caroline, and if I change my mind, you'll be the first text I send. I know we have something special. Just give me some time, okay?"

Caroline replied, "I will. I love seeing you blush, and I understand. I won't mention it again, lover. Just remember, my bed is always open to you."

I laughed and thanked her as we continued eating and talking about anything other than sex. During our meal, Beth kept flittering about, asking how our meal was and the usual questions. It felt like she was paying more attention to us than the other tables, which could have been my imagination. However, when we finished and got our checks, my final receipt had her phone number on it and a smiley face with a quick note to please call her if I was interested. I didn't show it to Caroline, but it made me smile, and I left Beth a larger-than-normal tip.

Caroline and I parted, hugging and exchanging good wishes. I told her I hoped the Brandi thing worked out to keep me updated. I was sure Brandi would do the same with Megan, so it would be interesting to see the different perspectives.

Back at work, I couldn't concentrate. I had Caroline and that fantasy bobbing and weaving through my mind intermittently, along with visions of Beth naked in my bed and between my legs. I was brought back to reality when my calendar reminded me I needed to sign up for the next LSAT testing. I checked the website and scheduled my initial test and argumentative writing. The initial test was three months out, and the writing portion was two. I had people at work who were going to help me prep, and I appreciated that.

With that out of the way, my thoughts returned to business for the remainder of the day.

When I arrived home, Megan was going over her class schedule, trying to get all her classes lined up. She took a break, and we sat and talked for a bit before I headed to the shower and changed my clothes.

During dinner, we talked about the upcoming trip to Lake Sierra. I'd noticed Megan had her camera out and had been taking bird pictures, so we talked about potential trails to walk. I still hadn't told her I'd been having dinner with Anza when she was watching Simone. I don't know why, but Anza hadn't mentioned it to Simone, so there had to be a reason for that.

I did tell my sweet stepdaughter that our matchmaking plan had worked so far, because I'd had lunch with Caroline. She said she hadn't heard much from Brandi, but she was sure she would, especially if it went well.

Not much was going on just before our trip to the lake. I'd packed the bare essentials, not knowing what Anza and Simone would bring. Megan kept her packing to just two changes of clothes, her bathing suit, and birding equipment. After we packed my car, I told her I think we could have brought more stuff, which made her laugh. That was before we loaded our friends up and their things. That's when Megan whispered it was good that we packed lightly. We didn't say anything to our guests, but they needed to learn to pack more efficiently. It didn't really matter; it all fit, and we headed up to the mountains.

Anza and I talked almost the entire way about what we'd be doing, food, and a little about the girls. They were in the back seat, gabbing away, or at least Simone was, asking Megan questions about where we were going and what types of animals we'd see.

I'd look back at her in my rearview mirror and could tell she was enjoying their talk. I was glad, and when Megan caught me looking back at her, she just smiled as Simone asked another question.

When we finally arrived, we unpacked the car and decided that Anza and I would have the main bedroom and the girls, the one across the hall. There were two beds in each room, so Anza picked hers and I took the other.

Once we settled in, we headed to the store for some food items since I didn't have a lot of things packed in my cooler. Anza took charge, getting items to make dinner with, and I bought a few things for our breakfasts. We combined for lunch, and since we weren't staying long, we didn't have a huge bill, which Anza settled.

Back at our condo, we put things away and sat down to make a plan. It wasn't long before Simone got fed up with our lack of a decision and started out for the lake. We all smiled and grabbed our things, then the four of us headed out.

Simone walked with Megan just a few yards ahead of Anza and me. She was so excited to be 'out in nature' as she called it. Anza and I mostly talked about the girls and how they'd become almost like sisters. We both delighted in that as we pet a few off-leash dogs, watched an eagle swoop down and catch a fish, only to have it stolen by another eagle.

We took our time wandering around until the four of us decided to head back for dinner. Anza took charge and whipped up a delicious chicken dinner. Anza and I sipped wine while the girls drank faux wine Megan had spotted at the tiny market. They were cute, toasting various things as Anza and I listened and giggled.

That evening was a complete delight, and when it was time for bed, there weren't any complaints about staying up to watch something or spending time online. All of us were tired and anxious for a full day of hiking and being outside. We all brought flannel pajamas, but it was so warm that shorts and a tee were our bedtime attire. After getting ready for bed and everyone saying goodnight, we headed to our rooms and shut off the lights, leaving one small one on in the bathroom just in case.

Anza and I left our door open just in case Simone got scared, she could come wake us. She had Megan in the room with her, but Anza wasn't sure how she'd react to noises in a strange place. Not that we were really concerned, but after the lights went out, we lay in our separate beds for a while and listened to the girls. They were talking, but we couldn't make out what they were saying. Then, after a few minutes, there was complete silence. I rolled over onto my left side away from looking at Anza in her bed, because that's how I normally sleep. I was just about out when I felt my bed move. I turned and, through the dim light from the bathroom nightlight, I could see it was Anza. I asked if everything was alright, and she replied that it was, but she was wondering if we could talk for a bit. I figured it must be serious, so I said yes.

Then Anza slid beside me and said in her sultry Argentinian accent, "I just want to thank you, mi hermosa amiga, for inviting Simone and me. We've had a wonderful time already, and I thought I should say thank you without the girls around."

I whispered back, "I'm glad you're enjoying it, Anza. I know the girls are, and it's nice to get away from the world now and then. I'm enjoying all of this too. It's always a pleasure to be around you, Anza, if you don't mind me saying so."

She whispered, “I'm happy you do, I have the same feelings about you, Silvia. May I be honest with you?”

I said, “Of course, please do.”

Anza quietly cleared her throat, then whispered, “I know I said I was sorry for you losing Michelle. But, I really wasn't. I could tell she wasn't right for you, but I didn't want to say anything.”

I smiled, and I didn't know if she could see it or not when I replied, "Thank you. I realized that, too, a little bit before she left. I feel a lot better now, and I'm very happy. Oh, I also want to thank you again for getting Coach Bello to scout Megan. She's fitting right in with the team and is very happy, which makes me happy. You and Simone should come watch the games with me. I know Megan would love it."

Anza snuggled a little closer; the only thing between us was our tees and the sheet I was lying under. I could feel her breasts against mine as we lay whispering. Her nipples felt as hard as mine as they gently brushed against each other as we talked. It was all I could do to maintain my composure with her so close to me. My heart was racing, and my panties would definitely need changing in the morning.

Anza replied, "I'm glad you're both happy. It was Simone's idea since I know Coach Bello. It feels good to make the people you care about happy, mi hermosa amiga. We'd love to watch your cariño."

I nearly purred when she called me that, which added to my yummy feeling. I replied, "Yes, it does. I'm glad we finally got together for dinner, mi hermosa amiga. Yes, Megan is my cariño, and I think she enjoys that you call her that, too."

Anza replied, "Mmm, I do think she is a sweetheart. You have raised her well. May I ask another question? And then I should get back in my bed."

I replied, “You can ask me anything, Anza. You don't have to ask first.”

Anza didn't ask; she leaned into me and kissed me briefly on the lips. Then said, "¡Buenas noches y dulces sueños!, mi hermosa amiga.”

I was stunned and didn't reply right away, but I did manage to tell her the same thing as she left my bed and slipped back into hers. My heart was racing as I tried to get to sleep. I kept licking my lips, tasting her sweet cherry-flavored lip gloss until it was completely gone, yearning for more. It wasn't long before I heard Anza softly snoring that I debated masturbating to help me get to sleep. But I refrained, and eventually I did nod off.

I happened to wake before the rest of the ladies, and I slipped back into my shorts as I quietly watched Anza sleeping. God, she's gorgeous even when she sleeps. I headed to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee as quietly as I could.

When it was ready, I poured myself a mug, then went to sit and sip as I looked out over the lake. The house was quiet as the morning sun rose. I thought about Anza's kiss, debating whether it was just her way of saying thank you or if it meant something more.

I was deep in contemplative thought when I heard the soft sound of feet walking on the wooden floor. I turned and saw Megan in her shorts and tee. She waved hello, then went to the kitchen, and then joined me with her coffee. We sat quietly, sipping and talking, enjoying the view. She wished me a happy birthday, and I thanked her as we talked about Simone and Anza.

We were quietly sipping when, out of the blue, Megan asked me if Anza and I were dating. I was shocked to say the least. I told her we were just friends, but I wished it were more than that. She told me Simone wondered, and the two of them decided it wouldn't be a bad thing if we were. That gave me some hope that if Anza and I crossed that friendship line, the girls would be okay with it.

I felt a little better about the kiss, thinking it was something more than being friendly, which made me tingle and smile as I finished my coffee.

When Anza and Simone entered the room, we all hugged and said good morning, then I proceeded to make blueberry pancakes and vegetarian sausage for breakfast. Simone helped out, cutting the fresh fruit for me to add to our meal.

After breakfast, Megan did the dishes as we dressed for our hike and packed food and water to take along. When she was ready, we loaded up the car to hit a nice trail a few miles out of town. The day was gorgeous as we strolled, watching out for wildlife and enjoying the scenery. My darling daughter let Simone use her binoculars to spot birds while Megan took their pictures. Anza and I swapped my binoculars back and forth, delighting in watching Simone find little creatures for Megan to photograph.

When we returned, we were all tired and took turns showering before dinner. Anza made another spectacular meal for us. I felt a little inadequate as far as my meal making went. But I also realized she was a gourmet chef, and there was no way I could even come close to her artistry. However, I would bet a million bucks I could out benchpress her. As I was thinking these silly things, I had to smile at myself. Then I wondered what we'd do on a first date, if we ever really had one. I thought it would be weird to take a gourmet chef out to dinner. But, then again, it might be interesting.

I wasn't normally this competitive, and I guessed a little bit of Michelle rubbed off on me. I let it all go as we ate and then went for a nice walk along the lake before heading back to the condo. Before making dinner, Anza said she forgot an ingredient for her next dinner, then excused herself to walk to the little market. Simone went with, leaving Megan and me to lounge around and chat.

Megan asked if I was having a good birthday, and I told her I was. She said she didn't get me anything except a card and then handed it to me. I told her it was fine, I didn't need anything. Then I opened the card and read it. My sweet stepdaughter wrote how much she loved me and that I was the best Mom she could have ever hoped for. I got a bit teary as did my sweet girl. We hugged and quickly dried the tears so Anza and Simone wouldn't wonder why we had been crying. I thanked my baby and told her she was the perfect daughter, and we almost started again with the tears.

Luckily, we settled down just as Anza and Simone returned. They were acting a little differently as they headed to the kitchen to start dinner. They told us we weren't allowed in the kitchen, so they fetched out drinks for us as Megan and I sat outside enjoying the remainder of the day.

When dinner was ready, we were allowed back in. The condo smelled amazing, and I complimented Anza and Simone on the great aroma. Then I saw the spread our lovely friends made for us. They had made fish tacos. There were a few different things to put on them, so we each made a couple, garnished them, and sat down to dinner. It turned into a taste testing, where we gave each other bites of each one, critiquing Anza's handiwork. I don't think there was a negative word spoken; just some were better than others, only because we liked that particular combination of toppings.

It was fun, and after dinner, Megan and Simone cleaned up as Anza and I relaxed, sipping wine and chatting. When the girls finished cleaning up, they surprised me with birthday cupcakes. That was the real reason Anza and Simone went out before dinner. I thanked them, and we all hugged, and they sang 'Happy Birthday' to me. It was fun and silly and the perfect way to celebrate getting older.

After the cupcakes, we stayed up a little later than the previous night, looking at Megan's pictures and talking about the things we saw. I thanked everyone again for making my birthday one I'd always treasure. Before heading to bed, we decided to leave a bit later in the morning. We'd sleep in and walk around a little more, then head back home.

All of us wanted to stay longer, but we had to get back to reality. All through the day, I'd wondered if Anza was going to mention our talk, but nothing happened.

As Simone and Megan got ready for bed, Anza and I decided to sit out on the deck and count the stars while we finished off the bottle of wine we had opened the previous evening. We hugged the girls goodnight, then went out and sat enjoying the warm Summer air. There was a slight breeze blowing, and we could hear a pair of Barred owls somewhere off in the trees calling each other.

As we sipped, we talked a little bit about the day and how much we enjoyed our brief escape from the world. Anza noticed the light go out in the girls' room and then scooted her chair closer to mine. She took a sip from her glass, then looked over at me. She asked, "Did you like my little kiss last night, mi hermosa amiga?"

I looked over at her after setting my glass down and said, “It was sweet, and I enjoyed it. I wasn't expecting it, that's for sure. Oh, I love your lip gloss, Anza.”

She giggled, "I have more if you'd like some. I'm glad you liked it. I've never kissed a woman on the lips before. Although I did watch Mika and Megan kiss when they came over for dinner. They were very lovely, and you could tell they were in love. I'm so sorry for Megan. She seems like she's fine, though."

I sighed as I replied, “Yes, Megan is doing well, despite the loss of her first love. I'm sure it won't be the last. I think it was a lovely kiss. A little too brief, but your first kiss was very yummy, if you don't mind me saying so. Was it just a friendly kiss or?”

Even in the semi-darkness, I could tell Anza blushed as she replied, "I'm not sure, mi amiga. I felt very lovely inside after I kissed you and got back in bed. I lay there wondering about how I felt and that you didn't react. But you have been kissed by women before, so I wasn't sure. I hoped you liked it, and now I know. Thank you."

I giggled, "Well, if you want to practice, I'm more than willing to help you, mi hermosa amiga. I lay awake too, wondering and delighting in the flavor of your lip gloss. But I have lots of lipsticks and gloss. Your lips probably taste as yummy with or without gloss."

I heard Anza squirm a bit as she replied, “So, you wouldn't mind another, mi amiga?”

I practically purred with my reply, "I would love another, maybe one a little longer than the first, if that's alright with you. I've been wanting to kiss you since the night of the auction. But, I was with Michelle and, well, that wouldn't have been right."

Anza replied, "I felt something as we talked that night. I've felt it more since we started running, and now that we're spending more time with each other. I have a feeling you feel it also."

I smiled and replied, "I do feel it. I just wasn't sure about you. I'm not pushy, and I wanted to be friends first. I didn't know if you'd be open to a more intimate relationship, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

She replied, "I wondered also. I've never felt this way about another woman. We just seem to click, if that's the right word. Simone loves Megan, and she's a sweetheart. We both feel very comfortable around you. If we could go slow and see how things work out. I think that would be very nice."

I squirmed thinking about her words as I replied, "We can go as fast or slow as you like. I like you as a friend, and I am happy with that. Something more intimate has always been on my mind, and I don't think either of the girls would object. Megan confided in me that Simone suspected we were intimate and she was fine with that, in case you didn't know."

Anza reached over and placed her hand on mine as she replied, “Would you like to go inside and get more comfortable, Silvia?”

I smiled, "Yes, I'd love that. I think the sofa would be good. I don't know how the girls would react if they woke in the morning and found us in bed together. I know they said it would be okay, but I think we should wait for a bit before they actually know we're lovers."

Anza stood and grabbed her wine glass, “I think that's a very good idea. It's another reason I like you so much, mi hermosa amiga. You care what our girls think and are looking out for them. Let's sit on the sofa and practice kissing for a little bit.”

I stood, looked into her eyes, and said, "Thank you, Anza. I'd love to practice with you."

We took the empty glasses and the wine bottle to the kitchen, cleaned the glasses and rinsed the bottle, then moved to the sofa. I turned out the lights, so the only light we had was the nightlight from the bathroom.

It was barely enough for us to see once our eyes adjusted. We sat down close to each other, and I think we were actually a little nervous, like two school girls agreeing to practice kissing, unsure of how to start.

I took the lead, leaning into Anza, my eyes open until her lips touched mine. Then I closed my eyes and we kissed. It wasn't passionate or sloppy, just our lips pressed together for maybe fifteen seconds or so. Then I drew back and waited for a response from Anza.

She whispered, “That was so soft and sweet, mi amiga. Not like the men I've kissed. Can we do it some more and longer, por favor?”

I smiled and said, “Mmm, your wish is my command, mi hermosa amiga.”

I leaned in for the second time and brushed her lips with mine, then traced them with the tip of my tongue. I think she was going to say something when I pressed my lips to hers once again, adding a little more passion than I had before. This time, Anza reciprocated, pressing her lips to mine.

That moment was the beginning of a long, passionate make-out session.

At first, it was lips to lips. As I grew bolder, we got a little more involved, tongues twisting together and toying with each other. We paused briefly. Anza whispered, "Más, por favor.”

We returned kissing, tongues playing, then my lips left hers to trace her sweet cherry-flavoured lips with the tip of my tongue. She chased it with her lips, trying to catch it so we could kiss again. I didn't toy with her very much, letting her catch me so we could press our lips together, allowing our tongues to dance. As we continued, our hands began to roam, first up and down each other's sides, then to our lower backs. Fingers slipped under waist bands, making each other moan as our kissing became more passionate.

I paused now and then to ask Anza if she was okay with what we were doing. We'd look into each other's eyes as she said she was enjoying the feelings our kissing was giving her. I smiled and told her I felt them also, and then we'd kiss again. I varied our kissing at times by moving to her neck, planting soft butterfly kisses as Anza softly moaned and squirmed.

She'd utter something in Spanish which I couldn't make out, but I think it was something good, because she didn't stop me. Instead, Anza softly stroked my arm with her fingertips as I continued kissing her gently.

We'd sat in the middle of the sofa, and after a while, I gently eased my Argentinian beauty onto her back as I sort of got on top of her. We continued kissing and pausing, softly whispering to each other sweet words in English and Spanish as we discovered what we both enjoyed.

I have no clue how long we made out, but our passion was building, and Anza was becoming a little more vocal with her moans. We took a break and decided that we should stop because we might wake the girls. It was a reluctant decision, because we were both aroused and ready for the next step.

Our whispered conversation returned to what we both enjoyed, and when we could get together to continue. When we finally left the sofa, we walked hand in hand to our room. We tiptoed, not wanting to wake the girls. Then we undressed and got ready for bed.

After that, we sat on the edge of Anza's bed and started kissing again. This time, it was brief as we reminded each other that we were going to go slow and not risk waking our darlings. So, one last long kiss before we said goodnight and slipped into our respective beds, unable to fall asleep because our hearts were racing.

We talked in whispers again, telling each other how much we enjoyed our first little bit of intimacy. I imagine young girls all over the world experience the same sorts of feelings their first time, just like Anza and I did. It's an amazing feeling and one we were yearning to expand on. But that would have to wait.

I did manage to get some sleep that night, and when I woke, I thought about kissing sleeping beauty before heading to the bathroom and getting dressed. She was sleeping so soundly, and I wasn't sure if either of the girls was awake, so I quietly got up, dressed, and then went to the kitchen to make coffee.

I was mid-way through my mug, looking out over the lake from the deck, when Megan joined me. We said good morning as she sat, and asked how my night went. I almost blurted out that it was heavenly, but I refrained and just said it was nice. I lied and told her Anza and I saw a couple of comets as we talked and sipped our wine, then headed to bed.

I don't think Megan completely believed me, but she didn't say anything about it and instead asked what we were having for breakfast. I just smiled and said I was going to make omelets and that we also had some fresh fruit to finish off.

She liked that as we continued drinking our coffee and enjoying the quiet.

When our two sleepy heads woke, they joined us with Anza drinking coffee and Simone sipping hot chocolate. We lounged around for about an hour, then I made breakfast, and the girls cleaned up. It was really nice, no arguments or complaints, we all meshed and helped each other out.

After we finished dressing, we did a little packing for the trip home and cleaned the condo before we headed out to one of the trails Megan wanted to check out. It wasn't a long one, but there was a waterfall she wanted to get pictures of. Once more, Simone was our wildlife spotter as Megan took pictures, and Anza and I followed. It sort of reminded me of Costa Rica, where I lagged behind Ines and Megan hiking at my own pace and enjoying the scenery.

The girls didn't get too far ahead, just enough that Anza and I could talk without them overhearing. We discussed our little intimate time, each of us wanting to take it further, but not knowing when we'd have the time. We did decide to have dinner at Simone's and Anza's house in a couple of weeks. Megan would be in her second week of school and hopefully in a routine, and most weeknights, it was easy for Anza to get away from the restaurant. It would just be dinner, sort of a thank you for this weekend.

We decided not to tell the girls until after we got home, making it a little bit of a surprise.

The girls managed to spot more animals and birds because Simone had become a stealthy little hunter with Megan's binoculars. They made a good team, walking slowly and keeping quiet as the four of us wandered down the trail. They did, however, get a bit of a scare when Simone spotted a black bear off in the woods, a hundred yards or so, feeding on berries. It didn't see or hear us, so we turned around and headed back because we didn't know if it was a female with cubs or not. Bears can get very protective of their young, and we didn't want to experience that. Megan got a few nice pictures before we left it, and she showed them to us on her camera when we got back to the car. I was glad we didn't panic and freak the bear out. It made for a long discussion on the way back to the condo and part of the way home.

The drive home was fairly quiet. I think all of us wish we could have stayed longer, but sadly, we couldn't. Maybe next time we will, if there is a next time. When we dropped Simone and Anza off at their house, we had lots of hugs. Anza and I hugged a bit longer than the girls did. Megan gave me a look, and in the car on the way home, she asked, and I told her Anza and I might start dating. She didn't ask for details, which I thought was pretty mature of her. I did tell her to expect a dinner invitation soon. She was all smiles and said she was happy for us.

The time between our trip and the anticipated dinner at Anza's seemed to drag. Megan's first day at school went well, and she got into her study routine fairly easily. Anza and I texted when we could and actually talked a few times late in the evening.

After a couple of weeks, Anza texted me that they were free on a Friday night if Megan and I could make it. I asked what time, and she texted back hearts and smiles and said seven o'clock. Megan had the gate code, and to just drive up, they'd be expecting us. I texted back more hearts and a couple of kisses, which were replied to with a blushing emoji.

That made me smile, and when I saw Megan, I told her about our dinner date.

I hadn't heard anything from Caroline since our last lunch. I didn't know what to think, so I put her out of my mind. I was focused on Anza and the possibility of us falling in love. I did, however, call Beth. We had a lovely conversation. She was a little disappointed when I told her I was dating someone, but we did discover some mutual interests, and if things didn't work out with Anza, I'd certainly give her some of my time.

All during this time, people at the gym noticed I was working out by myself. Normally, I'd get a smile and a 'good morning,' but since Michelle's absence, I've been asked where she was. I was honest and said she moved out of state, and most let it drop. But a few guys and girls asked if I wanted or needed a workout partner, or would just start up a conversation. I thought it was nice of them, and I began being more social there, getting to know a few regulars. It was all innocent on my part, but I had a feeling others had more intimate ideas. I didn't follow up on those and kept my distance despite the temptations.

The nights leading up to the dinner at Anza's, I called 'masturbation mania'. It seemed like I was constantly thinking about her, and that led to my getting aroused and eventually playing with myself and Kimmie late into the night. I knew it was going to be a long time before Anza and I were actually intimate. Our schedules were both hectic, and I'd vowed to take my time with her. I figured the end result would be worth the wait.

I really cared for her and Simone and wanted to give our relationship the attention it deserved. Anza pushed so many buttons for me, and I wanted to discover and push a few of hers, too.

This relationship with another woman was the first one I considered to be more than a sexual one. I know Anza is gorgeous, but she and I get along so well and have a common bond, our girls, that it just feels right. The only obstacles I can see are the lack of time together and whether she can deal with whatever negative attention she gets when our relationship becomes public knowledge. I know, I think too much at times, but how can I not?

There are lesbian chefs on television, but this hits close to home, and I hope the four of us can deal with it.

So, dinner at Anza's was simply amazing. She brought home a barbacoa for us, and we feasted with all the extra things she and Simone prepared. Megan was in food heaven, and I was close to it.

The best thing about dinner was when Simone just asked us when we were going to start dating. Megan backed her up and asked also. So, Anza and I looked at each other and grinned. Then we talked about it, and both girls were fine with it. We just needed to figure out what we were going to do and when. It took a lot of pressure off of us, and I was grateful that it was all in the open.

The remainder of the evening was fun. Anza and I watched Simone and Megan playing that soccer game, sitting close to each other and holding hands. We'd sneak a kiss now and then while the girls were focused on the game.

We'd whisper in each other's ear about how nice we were feeling and that we were so grateful our new relationship had the blessings of our sweet girls.

We still needed to figure out some private time for us, but that would happen at some point. We did, however, make plans for our 'first date'. We discussed several options and finally decided on shopping at the local farmers' market, then heading back to Anza's to make lunch. Since the girls were fine with us, they could spend the morning at Anza's or go work out in a park or someplace while we spent time together.

I didn't say anything at the time, but later, when Megan and I were on the way home, I suggested that after they do whatever, she take Simone to the movies to give Anza and me some 'alone time'.

Megan agreed since I was paying for it and gave me a knowing grin that Anza and I might be intimate for the first time. She agreed to keep Simone busy for most of the day, which was sweet of her.

Our date was the next-to-last Saturday of September. Megan and I drove over to Anza's around seven thirty, and we hung around chatting for a bit before Anza and I left for the farmers market. I'd given Megan one hundred dollars to keep them busy and let her use my car, which is a little nicer than hers.

Anza and I took a few reusable bags to put our purchases in. On the way, we talked about what fruits and vegetables might be there. It was close to the end of the growing season, so hopefully the price would be lower than the peak of the Summer.

We thought we'd be early, but the place was full of shoppers already filling their bags and sampling the various fruits, nuts, and veggies for sale. Anza and I took our time, wandering around comparing prices and quality. Anza schooled me on some of the more exotic things for sale, some I'd never heard of. We sampled table grapes, feeding each other grapes at a time, which was fun and kinda sexy. We talked with vendors, and some recognized Anza and took selfies with her. I was impressed by her gentility when dealing with some of the vendors. We didn't draw a crowd, which was nice; however, I did feel proud that I was with a 'celebrity'.

We went casually through the market twice, slow, just taking our time and talking to each other and the vendors. The second time through, we made our purchases and then headed back to Anza's. It was still before noon, and after putting our things away, we flopped down on the sofa with mineral waters.

We'd dressed casually; it was fairly warm out, so shorts and a loose blouse, along with sandals, were the best option. But, underneath, I'd put on some nice lingerie just in case we got frisky. It was a lime green set which contrasted nicely with my skin tone and red hair. I hoped that if and when Anza saw me in it, she'd get aroused, but you never know. I kept my fingers crossed and hoped for the best.

As we sipped and talked, our sandals slipped off our feet. We were sitting close enough that, between sips, my foot began brushing against Anza's. When she first felt it, Anza blushed and then returned the favor. I'm not someone who thinks feet are sexy, but the way we played with each other began to arouse me.

When I was halfway through my water, I set it on the coffee table and scooted closer to Anza. I think she knew what was going to happen as I readjusted my seat, slipping my legs under me and turning towards her.

She set her water down as I leaned in to softly kiss the nape of her neck. I used one hand to move her silken black hair over her back, exposing her lovely mocha skin. Anza leaned her head to the other side, exposing more area for me to worship.

I moved a little closer, my free hand gently caressing the opposite side of her neck as I planted butterfly kisses on the part available to me. Using the tips of my fingers to make little circles on her neck and gently stroking it, I continued kissing and at times licking. I could hear Anza quietly moan as I continued up and down, kissing and teasing her.

When I moved further up, I had to ease a few strands of her hair that had fallen back. Before I kissed her jaw, I whispered that she tasted delicious. That got a sigh and 'gracias, mi hermosa amiga' from my soon-to-be love.

I smiled to myself, then planted my lips just under her earlobe and licked my way around her ear, then kissed it and softly tugged on it.

Anza gasped and squirmed while I used the tip of my tongue to trace small circles and tell her, “Eres tan hermosa y sexy mi amor.”

That made her squirm and shiver once again. I felt her moving, turning her head to face me, so I moved back to look into her eyes. She met mine as she suggested in a very seductive tone that we move to her bed. I smiled and told her I'd love to. So, we got up from the sofa, her hand in mine as she led me to her room.

My heart was pounding as we climbed the stairs in complete silence. When we entered her room, Anza turned and lifted my chin with her finger and kissed me. Long, slow, luscious, and sloppy. Anza was definitely aroused as much as I was.

Her lips left mine, and we were both breathless. I asked if I could undress her, and she smiled, saying, "Por favor. "

I grinned and replied, “De nada, hermosa.”

We looked into each other's eyes as I reached up to begin unbuttoning her blouse. Instead of doing them all at once, I loosened one, then kissed her, repeating my actions until all five were loose. Then I slipped my hands onto her shoulders and slowly lowered her garment, gradually exposing her bra and delectable breasts. She'd worn a very lovely crème colored embroidered balconette bra, which took my breath away.

My eyes widened as I exclaimed, "Oh my, what a gorgeous bra, Anza. It's so pretty."

I raised my hand and used my finger to delicately trace the lace embroidery, sighing as I did. I noticed Anza shiver as my fingertip glanced over her erect nipple, then heard her softly sigh as I went from one full breast to the other.

I quietly asked, “Do you like how I'm touching you, mi amour?”

She nodded and breathlessly whispered, “Si, me encanta tu toque.”

I knew enough Spanish and obviously could see she was enjoying my attention to her breasts. I then asked, “Would you like to remove my blouse?”

She nodded and replicated how I removed hers, kissing me between each button. Then Anza's eyes widened as she saw my breasts in my lingerie. Anza proceeded to touch me as I touched her, enjoying how my breasts felt. I suggested she help me remove my bra, which made her smile. So, I turned my back and lifted my hair.

Anza easily unhooked my bra, then slipped it down my arms as she kissed my shoulders. I purred as I grasped the falling undergarment in my hand, then tossed it over by her dresser. Anza gently tuned me to face her, then looked down at my freckled breasts and engorged nipples.

She whispered, “Tienes hermosos pechos, mi amor. Puedo tocarlas?”

I grinned and replied, “Si, me encantaría que las tocas mi amor.”

Anza shivered as she reached up and delicately touched them, her eyes widening as she did. I stood there enjoying her exploration when all of a sudden she bent forward and began to kiss and suckle me. My knees weakened as Anza explored both of my breasts with her mouth and tongue. I placed my hand softly on the back of her head and whispered how wonderful she was making me feel.

Then I suggested we finish removing our clothes and get into her bed before I lost my balance because she was making my knees weak. Anza grinned and whispered that she thought that was a good idea because she didn't want me to hurt myself. We both giggled as she turned her back and lifted her hair so I could unclasp that sexy brassiere of hers.

It slid down her arms and landed close to mine. Next, we squirmed out of our shorts and delighted each other when we realized we both had such sexy panties on. We decided to leave them on for the moment as Anza reached for my hand and led me to her bed. She pulled down the covers, took me into her arms, and kissed me once again.

The feeling of her breasts against me made me swoon. I couldn't wait to feast on them and possibly Anza's honey pot, assuming she'd let me.

When Anza released me, I turned and climbed into bed. Anza quickly followed me and snuggled facing me as I lay on my side. We started kissing again, with Anza slightly on top of me. I had thought she'd be shyer than she was, but I really didn't mind her doing what she wanted to with me.

We continued kissing until Anza moved from my mouth to my breasts and returned to suckling them. I raised my hands over my head and arched my back, telling her she was making me feel like I was in heaven. She mumbled something and continued sucking and licking to her heart's content.

After a bit, I suggested she gently suck and pull on my nipples. She could even use her teeth if she liked, I'd tell her if it hurt too much. So, Anza did as I requested and varied her worship of my breasts, delighting me to the nth degree.

As she was nursing, my hands roamed that sweet body of hers. I cupped her ass, massaged her back, and I also managed to get one hand on her breast and played with it. When I rolled Anza's nipple in my fingers, she paused, arched her back, and looked down at me. Her eyes were glazed over, so I nudged her onto her back so I could return the breast adoration.

I moved on top, my legs between hers and my face over her breasts. I made love to them like she'd done to mine, only I got a little bit rougher than Anza had. She seemed to love it, so I continued pinching, licking, sucking, kissing, and pulling each one.

Anza responded with Spanish words of delight and encouragement, but I wasn't paying too much attention. I knew what stop was in Spanish, and she never uttered anything resembling it.

Anza was cooing and squirming, her fingers sifting through my hair as I made the decision to venture lower. I kissed each breast, then underneath them, and began easing my way down her tummy. Anza's hands left my head when she realized what I was going to do. I looked up at her, noticing she was sucking on the tip of her finger. Her eyes were focused on me as I smiled and continued moving down her.

I moved further down her and sat back on my heels. Slipping my fingers between her skin and the waistband of those delicate panties, I eased them down as Anza lifted her yummy ass, allowing me to remove the last remaining piece of clothing on her. After I tossed it, I just sat back and looked her over. She looked at me and asked, "¿Qué?”

I smiled and said, “Nada, eres tan perfecta que sólo quería mirarte.”

Anza blushed and replied, “You know more español than I thought, mi amiga.”

I grinned and said, “Tal vez porque me inspiraste, mi amor.”

She grinned and said, “I'm glad I did, mi amour.”

I readjusted, and when I slipped between her legs, I was met by her full black bush glistening with her arousal. I took a deep breath, delighting in her musk, and whispered that she smelled divine. Anza grinned until my tongue bathed her from bottom to top and back again.

When I looked up, her eyes were closed, and a huge smile was on her lips. I went back and continued kissing and licking her outside, enjoying her reactions and the words she was saying.

When my tongue eased between her lips, Anza shuddered. I heard her say, “Oh Dios si, si, si si!"

I grinned and continued taking her to heaven. I didn't want to rush, but Anza had never felt anything quite like what she was feeling as I made love to her. I didn't do anything kinky because it was her first time, and we could get into that much later if she wanted. Right then, I only wanted to give her the most amazing climax she'd ever experienced, and I had a feeling I was being successful with that pleasant task.

I kept sucking, licking, and playing with her until her body practically exploded. I didn't get much of a warning, but when she reached her orgasm, she shook and cried out, telling me she was in heaven. I slowed down and let her body do its thing until she calmed down a bit. The way she reacted made me think she'd never actually had an orgasm in her life. I was delighted to be the first one to give her one.

When Anza calmed down, I rejoined her and we kissed, or should I say she kissed me like never before. When she'd finished thanking me and telling me how wonderful she felt, we talked a little about what we both liked. I told her there were many ways we could make love to each other, and this was only the beginning.

She loved hearing that, and we were about to start again when I heard my phone ping, which was still in my shorts. I told Anza it was probably Megan letting me know she and Simone were on their way back.

I reluctantly left my glowing lover and found my phone. Megan had texted they'd be back in about an hour. I thanked her, then rejoined Anza and told her. She sighed and said she'd thank Megan for the warning. Then she suggested we shower and not get our hair wet so Simone wouldn't suspect we'd made love. She didn't mind if Simone thought we kissed, but she wasn't sure about the making love part quite yet.

I kissed her and told her it was fine. We could shower, head downstairs, and snuggle on the sofa. Anza giggled, then kissed me and jumped out of bed, wiggling her ass and looking back over her shoulder, giggling.

I hurried and caught her, both of us laughing as we headed to the shower. As much as I'd like to, we didn't fool around too much as we cleaned up. We made sure not to get our hair wet, but that didn't stop us from soaping each other down and enjoying our slick, soapy bodies rubbing against each other.

Hopefully, next time we'll have more time, but we were happy we had this intimate hour or two. When I finally looked at my phone to see what time it was, I was surprised to see it was just after three. We dressed and went down to the living room after getting our unfinished mineral waters.

When Megan and Simone walked in, Anza and I were laughing. The girls asked what was so funny, and we both told them it was nothing. That got us a couple of looks from the girls as they shook their heads in disbelief.

Anza invited us to stay for dinner, and we did. We ate some of the fresh things we'd bought at the farmers' market, and when dinner was over, I packed my things up and was ready to leave. Simone and Anza walked us to the front door, and as we were saying goodbye, instead of a regular hug, Anza wrapped me in her arms, and we kissed, long, slow, and passionately. Apparently, it was too long because

Simone piped up and said, "Gosh, you two. Get a room!"

We broke our kiss, and everyone started laughing. Then Anza and I hugged again, and she whispered, "I guess that confirms my angel's approval. Call me, we have unfinished business, mi amour."

I whispered back, “We do, my love. I'll text you.”

So, Megan and I left. A smile on my face and loads of questions from my darling stepdaughter.