Oh gosh, where to start. I guess I'll start with dinner at Anza's and Simones. It was amazing, to put it mildly. The food was so delicious, it made what we ate in Costa Rica seem like everyday stuff. Anza had brought home some Barbacoa from the restaurant, so that was the base for all we ate. It was actually Vacío asado, which is brisket. There are different meats, but that's what Anza brought home. We had a chimichurri sauce and all sorts of other delights to go with it. I didn't want to be a pig, so I only had two servings.

All through dinner, I kept expecting Mom or Anza to tell Simone and me they were dating. But that never happened. It took Simone getting frustrated because she and I could see Mom and Anza flirting and getting a little handsy in the kitchen.

The cat was let out of the bag when Simone asked, “Where are you two going on your first date?”

Mom and Anza both blushed as I reached over and high-fived Simone. We both sat waiting for an answer as they looked at each other. Mom finally asked, "Well, where would you like to go and what would you like to do, Anza?"

They went back and forth, naming things that sounded like fun or might be interesting to them. Finally, they decided to spend a Saturday at the farmers' market shopping. That didn't sound like much of a date to me, but whatever.

Mom asked me to take Simone out for the day and entertain her so she and Anza could have some private time. Maybe the farmers' market thing was just so they could sneak back home and play around. I don't know, but Mom gave me a hundred dollars to keep my faux little sis busy, plus I could use her car.

So, when the big date came, Mom and I drove over to Anza's, and I took Simone to work out with me after we sat around and talked for a bit. While we were out, we talked about our mothers most of the time, but Simone was curious about college and what it was like. So, we talked about that too.

After we worked out, we headed back to my house to shower and change. I'd heard her talking about some new movie while we had dinner at her house, so I got us tickets. After showering and changing, we went out to lunch, then off to the theatre for the show. I didn't care for the movie, but Simone loved it, and we killed a couple of hours.

It was close to three that afternoon when I texted Mom and told her we were on our way back to Simones. It took a minute or so for her to reply, so I think they were playing around together. When we did arrive, Mom and Anza were on the sofa laughing at something. It didn't look like they'd been doing anything, which was sort of disappointing to me, but they did have huge grins on their faces.

We stayed for dinner with Mom and Anza, using the veggies they got at the farmers' market. It was good, and Simone and I watched them flirt the entire time we were there. When we said goodbye, Mom and Anza actually kissed when they hugged.

It was really funny because Simone thought they were taking too long and told them to get a room. That made us all laugh, so Mom and Anza cut it short, and we left.

On the way home, Mom was constantly smiling as we talked about my day with Simone. I finally asked her if she got laid. That's when I pushed the wrong button with Mom. She wasn't scolding me, I don't think, but she got serious when she told me it was something between her and Anza. I'd never asked if she'd gotten laid with any of the other ladies we'd been with, and that's because I knew she had.

I guess Mom must be very serious about Anza, and I apologized for asking. Mom calmed down and sort of said she was sorry, too. She reminded me she never asked about Mika, and that sort of got to me. She was right, and from then on, we had an understanding, well, a better one than we had before.

School was going well, I liked all my classes and was getting to know a few people in each one. I'm more of an introvert, so making friends isn't the easiest thing for me, but I'm becoming more outgoing as I get used to college life.

One person I met in particular, I think, will become a close friend. Her name is Rose and she's from the Bay Area near San Francisco.

We met in our English Literature class. The professor had us divide into groups to talk about the novel we were reading. Rose and I were of the same opinion about the characters, and we really hit it off. We even had coffee together a couple of times, and that's where I learned she was a point guard on the basketball team.

Oh, Rose is African-American and is about six inches shorter than I am. She's really cute, fit, and has a wicked sense of humor.

I'm clueless when it comes to basketball, and she was the same way about soccer. So, we explained our sports to each other.

Part of the athletic department's request is that student-athletes support each other and attend games. So, Rose and I made a little pact to support each other attending games. As the weeks went by, we became pretty good friends. Eventually, we talked about relationships. I was honest and told her I was gay. She said that was cool and that she was straight. I said the same thing to her, and we both agreed that sexual preferences didn't matter. It was what the person was as a whole.

That just made me like her even more. Since she was living in the dorm, I invited her to our house now and then for dinner and to study. Sometimes I'd stay on campus and study with her in the dorm, or we'd go to the library. It was nice to have a friend that I enjoyed hanging out with. I really didn't do that in high school and sort of wished I'd been more outgoing then, but I'm growing and learning all the time.

When I introduced Rose to Mom, Mom was glad that I had a friend besides someone on my soccer team. She didn't say anything directly, but I could tell that she was happy. She and Rose got along nicely, and Mom made sure she knew she was always welcome at our house.

When Rose met Anza and Simone, she was impressed, I guess you'd say. She liked them mainly because Simone reminded her of her little sister. I did meet Rose's parents when they came up to visit during Homecoming for our mediocre football team. They were nice and had dinner at our house with Anza and Simone. Mom and Anza cooked, and we had a great time getting to know each other.

It was fun sitting around watching Simone and Rose's little sister, Grace, play the soccer video game. We had a little tournament, and you'll never guess who won. Well, it probably wasn't hard to figure out that it was Simone. But she was really humble when she won, which was sort of weird. The trophy was an extra slice of cheesecake Mom had gotten for our dessert. Simone took it home to eat later, which was sweet of her.

On the Mom front, she and Anza were finding more and more time to spend together. Mom was usually in a good mood, especially after they had 'dates' which I didn't ask about, but knew they were intimate, and I was glad for them. Simone was also enjoying it because Anza wasn't at the restaurant all the time and had more time for her.

Mom said it didn't seem to bother Simone when she spent the first night at their house. Simone showed her how to play that video soccer game and, of course, kicked Mom's butt. It also helped that in the morning, Mom made blueberry pancakes for them. Simone loved those from our camping trip, so Mom made sure to bring the fixings for them when she stayed over.

My soccer practices were going well. Bernie and I were becoming better friends, and she'd come over now and then for dinner also. When Halloween arrived, Bernie, Rose, and I got dressed up and handed out candy. We were Zombies, but not too scary. Mom didn't want us freaking out all the little kids, so we were pretty tame. We had fun and kept a little stash of candy for ourselves.

When basketball season started in November, Bernie, Cora, Maggie, and I went to all the home games. I didn't realize Rose was as good as she was. She'd steal the ball, make flawless passes, and outshoot most of the team. I was proud to call her my friend. I even went so far as to ask her to show me how to dribble and shoot. We'd meet at one of the local parks and she'd teach me how to handle the ball, but being uncoordinated with my hands, I kinda made a fool of myself. But Rose didn't laugh or make fun of me.

She said she'd be the same way if she tried soccer, which I thought was very nice of her. It was true, but it was the fact that she said it and treated me with respect that I liked about her. Of course, being cute didn't hurt, but I never flirted with her or made her uncomfortable around me. I respected her also.

A couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, I invited the girls to have Thanksgiving dinner with Mom, Anza, Simone, and me. They all thanked me, but everyone but Rose was flying home for the holiday. So, she accepted my invitation and came over for dinner.

It was a very different take on Thanksgiving. Anza added her Argentinian influence by making Locro. It's a traditional stew from the Andes region. Anza said it's very popular in Argentina, and it sort of filled the Thanksgiving tradition because it's made with corn, squash, and beans. She added Turkey to it to complete the Thanksgiving theme; it was delicious.

Mom roasted a Turkey breast, cooked stuffing, and a couple of other sides. We ended it with Pumpkin and Apple pie. It was a real feast and everyone was happy. Of course, Simone challenged Rose and me on the soccer video game and kicked our butts, but we didn't really care. We had fun.

Since the dorm was pretty empty, Rose spent the weekend at our house. On Friday, we headed to the park where we shot some hoops and dribbled the soccer ball. Rose even scored a couple of goals on me during penalty kicks. We stayed away from the stores and the crowds, preferring to screw around, work out, and do nothing.

Mom had the day off and went to Anza's to spend the night. She'd been doing that pretty frequently, and she always came home in a good mood. ( wink wink, nudge nudge ) I didn't ask, and she didn't tell, so things were going pretty good.

Rose and I had a great day, and for dinner we had some very yummy leftovers. After dinner, we took turns showering and changed into flannel pajamas. Yes, it was November, and Mom kept the heat down to save electricity.

Since we weren't going anywhere, Rose and I decided to have a little wine and stream some movies. We searched until we found a spy thriller that looked pretty good from its description. It was actually pretty good with not too much violence. It did have one scene where the protagonist (a very sexy lady) was being flirted with by the antagonist (another very sexy lady), but she didn't give in and eventually killed her.

After we watched that, we streamed a brainless and predictable Rom-Com with very bad acting and a terrible script. We made fun of it, pointing out the terrible dialogue and predicting what would come next. We didn't finish watching it because it really sucked. We'd had two glasses of wine each and were feeling a little silly. So, I paused it and asked Rose if she wanted to stream something else.

She said she it was fine and didn't mind if I turned it off. So, ding! Off it went. Then Rose turned to me and asked if she could have another glass of wine. I told her, sure, if she brings me back one. She giggled, got up off the sofa, and swooped up my glass as I patiently awaited her return.

I thanked her as she handed me a full glass and then watched as Rose sat down at the end of the sofa, legs tucked under her.

I took a sip and asked, "So, we're just gonna sit here sipping wine and talk?"

Rose smiled and said, "Sure, why not? Is that okay with you?"

I replied, “Ya, I'm fine. What did you want to talk about?”

Rose looked down at her glass, took a sip, then said, "I have a few questions for you, Megs. You have to be honest, okay?"

I shrugged and said, "Sure, ask away. This isn't truth or dare, is it?"

Rose took another swig, then looked over at me. I could tell she was serious when she asked, "Nope, no dares, just the truth. Do you consider us best friends? I do because we get along so well and so much in common. Despite the fact that you're a tall white girl and I'm a short black girl."

I laughed as I replied, “What does that have to do with anything? That's like being opposites and opposites attract if I recall. We're best friends and that's it, silly.”

We both took another sip, then Rose looked at me again and asked, “What's so different between kissing a guy and a girl?”

I gave her a questioning look and said, “I have no clue. I've never kissed a guy.”

Rose sat looking at her glass and said, “Oh, I thought you had. Never mind.”

I was a little confused when I asked, “You've never kissed a girl?”

Rose thought about it for a few seconds, then replied, "No, not a serious one. I was just wondering, that's all. I'm sorry I asked, Megs. So, do you want to stream something else?"

I looked at her and replied, "No, I'm good, talking. Don't be sorry, it's a perfectly normal question. I just have no clue, that's all. You'd be the one to tell me since you've kissed a boy. But you've never seriously kissed a girl. So, we have no way to compare."

Rose sighed, “Yep, you're right, we don't. So, let's stream something already.”

That's when she set her glass on the side table and leaned over to grab the remote. I didn't want to spill my glass, so I quickly set it on my side table before she lunged at me. I went for it too, not wanting to turn the television back on because I now wanted to talk. We both grabbed it and began wrestling it away from each other, laughing as we did. Since we'd both had a couple of glasses, our balance was a little off, and during the struggle, we managed to fall off the sofa, with Rose landing under me and the remote halfway to the television.

We looked into each other's eyes as I asked if she was hurt, and she said she wasn't, so I asked why she brought the kissing thing up. Rose said she was just curious, that's all. We could drop it; it was no big deal. I said, it must be a bit, otherwise she wouldn't have asked.

As we lay there, Rose shifted her body a little so that my legs were between hers. She wasn't trying to get out from under me as we talked, which I didn't mind. We stayed like that, talking about why she was curious. She never had a good answer and was being vague as I kept trying to find out. She said college was a time when many people experience new things. I'd discovered basketball, and she'd discovered soccer. So, kissing a girl was something kinda like that, but she was cool not knowing what it was like.

So, I thought to myself, screw it, and kissed her. It wasn't passionate or long, sloppy or anything like that. It was just soft, sweet, brief, and loving.

When our lips parted, we were gazing into each other's eyes when I asked, “So, what's the difference?”

Rose replied, “Well, that wasn't much of a kiss, Megs. It was more like a hit and run, if you ask me.”

I grinned then replied, “I did ask you, silly. What about this?”

I moved back down, and our lips met. This time it was quite a bit longer and much gentler than the first one.

When we parted, I asked again, "So, what's the difference?"

Rose said, "I don't know. Maybe if you were a little more, umm, passionate, I might be able to decide. But, so far, it's about the same."

I smiled and replied, “That sounds more like a challenge to me. You game?”

Rose grinned, "Bring it. I've kissed a shit load of guys, so you really need your A-game to impress me, Megs."

I grinned, "I've kissed a shit load of women, so I guess A-game it is, then."

I kissed Rose again, and this time, I not only kissed her lips, I played with them using my tongue, teasing her and planting soft little kisses on her chin, lips, neck, and forehead. Then, repeated kissing her where I recalled her moaning as I did. Then, finally, ending up back at her lips, where our tongues twisted and turned until our blended saliva dripped down her cheek, only to be licked up with more kisses from me, along with my tongue. When I raised back up and asked once more, Rose's eyes had a dreamlike cast to them.

I asked again, in a soft whisper, if she noticed a difference. Rose took her time answering, then whispered, "Whoa, you really did bring your A-game that time, Megs. I'm impressed. My heart is pounding like it's going to explode. I guess I know now."

I smiled, “I guess you do. So, want to stream another movie or?”

Rose grinned, her finger tracing my cheek, "I think 'or' sounds like a lot more fun, Megs. But can we get off the floor?"

I smiled and rolled off of her, then said, “Of course. We could go to my room and be a little more comfy if you want. But, that's all up to you.”

Rose sort of purred as she grinned and said, "How about we finish our wine, then get ready for bed and meet in your room?"

I smiled, “Sounds like a plan to me. I'll lock up and meet you there.”

Rose gave me a quick kiss and then got up and took her glass to the kitchen, gulping the rest of her wine down as she did. I lingered briefly, then got up, made sure the front door was locked, then polished my glass off and put it in the sink. I killed the living room lights, and I could hear Rose in the bathroom as I passed it and entered my room, and pulled down the covers.

Rose passed me heading to the guest room as I went to use the bathroom. We were still in our flannel PJs when she met me in my room. Only she'd left her bottoms in the guest room and had on some very short boy shorts that really showed off her ass.

I smiled as I slipped my pajama bottoms off and tossed them aside. Rose grinned as she got onto the bed and sat in the middle on her heels, waiting for me.

I'd turned on my nightstand light, and when I joined her, we just sort of looked at each other for a few seconds. I asked if she was sure about being here. Rose replied, "Who better to show me than my Bestie? Unless you don't want to."

I blushed and replied, "I've wanted to since we first met, but I didn't want to screw up our friendship, Bestie."

Rose grinned and said, "I think we'll still be besties, Megs. Not to worry."

With that, she leaned in, her hand behind my head, and placed her lips against mine. I placed my hands on her hips and drew her closer to me. We kissed each other like I did on my last kiss when we were in the living room. Nibbles, licks, deep saliva dripping kisses, and tongue dances until we were both breathless. When we parted, Rose grinned and then began unbuttoning her top. I sat back and watched as she slowly teased me with each button, starting and stopping, not saying anything.

I felt like Pavlov's salivating with each button she'd set free, anxious to devour her breasts and then have dessert, if she'd let me. When Rose finished unbuttoning her top, she eased it off her shoulders and then tossed it onto the floor. Her next tease was to cup them and ask me if girls liked boobs as much as boys do.

I grinned and told her some do, and I happened to be one of them. Rose let out a soft purr and whispered, "Come here, Bestie. They're all yours to play with."

Instead of jumping at the chance, I sat back and repeated her slow striptease as she watched me. Her gaze switched back and forth from my breasts to my eyes and back again as my boobs were slowly exposed. Then my top joined hers, and I leaned in to make love to her full, round breasts. My hands found a home on her hips, massaging each one as I devoured her.

My sweet Rose held my head in place as I kissed, licked, and suckled each one. She purred, moaned, and quietly told me how good I was making her feel. She said I was the best Bestie ever, which made me smile as I continued nursing.

I was having a great time until Rose said it was her turn and we switched, but not before we kissed again. This time, our kisses were more aggressive, slobbering over each other's mouths and licking up our combined saliva. God, this girl could kiss.

As our lips parted, Rose playfully pushed me back, and although a little awkward, I managed to fall back onto the bed, my legs on either side of her. Rose grinned, then followed me down, resting her body on top of mine. She looked me in the eyes and said she hoped I liked what she was going to do, then she took one breast in her mouth and sucked.

I closed my eyes as my hands massaged her back, enjoying her attention. Rose made love to my boobs, like I did with hers, and oh my god, it felt so good.

Since she was between my legs, I wrapped her in mine and kept her there as she continued exploring my breasts with her mouth, tongue, and her fingers. I asked her to roll my nipples, and she did, enjoying my reaction.

After seeing that, my Bestie would gently take a nipple between her teeth and tug, testing my limits. My reaction was out loud, “Oh fuck yes, Bestie. That's it. Mmmm, I love that!”

That made Rose purr and continue playing with my nipples as I squirmed under her.

My squirming must have felt good to her, and it was happening in just the right spot because Rose started softly moving her hips against me as she suckled. Her soft movements soon turned to grinding as she discovered just the right angle and pressure that gave her that wonderful feeling inside.

Rose paused her nursing, lifted her head smiling, then moved up a little and kissed me. We looked into each other's eyes as I brushed her cheek and whispered, "Did you enjoy that, my sweet Bestie?"

She nodded and blushed, replying, “Ya, I kinda got carried away there. It felt so good to hear you moan and talk to me.”

I smiled and told her, "I like how you were rubbing against me, too. It feels even better with no panties."

Her eyes lit up as she answered, “Oh? Maybe we should try that. I'm feeling fucking awesome at the moment.”

I grinned, "Roll off me and I'll take them off of you, and we can try it if you want."

Rose giggled, “I want, I want.”

She rolled off of me, but not before we kissed once again. When she was flat on the bed, I moved to slowly work her panties off as she lifted her hips for me. When I exposed her, I looked down and saw her neatly trimmed bush and grinned. Her lips were 'innies' and looked so pretty, and I told her so. Rose blushed and looked away, a little embarrassed that I'd complimented her pussy. But she looked back at me and said, "Thank you. Nobody has ever complimented me like that."

I reassured her I loved how she looked, and her response was a shiver as I removed her boy shorts and tossed them.

Then I fidgeted around, trying not to fall off the bed as I removed mine. After I tossed mine, I looked back at Rose, and she was biting her lower lip and looked delicious, with her legs open for me, waiting.

I moved between her taunt legs, lifting one up, and I slipped in and pressed myself against her. She had a curious look on her face as I explained that with this position, the feelings are a little more intense than the way she was rubbing against me.

Rose smiled and said, “YUM!”

I started slowly undulating my hips, searching for that elusive position where we both got that sweet feeling surging through our bodies. It didn't take too long for me to find our spot. When I did, Rose gasped and gripped the sheets, exclaiming, "Oh my fucking God! Megs! Yes, please!"

I smiled as I continued rubbing against her and watched her expressions change as she got closer to our mutual climax. Her words went from sweet to nasty and back again until I could feel both of us reaching that heavenly junction where we both climaxed at the same moment.

It wasn't perfect timing, but Rose came first and I soon followed, both our bodies convulsing and throbbing with mutual ecstasy. I slowed down, watching Rose grip the sheets and buck against me, her eyes closed and in heaven.

When we calmed down, I flopped down beside her, and she immediately turned, slipping her leg over mine and moving to kiss me with all the passion she had left. I used my free hand and grabbed her ass to pull her closer as we kissed and enjoyed the afterglow of our mutual orgasm.

Rose eventually stopped kissing me and lay back, catching her breath, basking in the glow. I lay watching her, happy that we'd crossed that friendship line, and hoped that our relationship wouldn't change too much.

When Rose rolled back over to look at me, she asked, "When does your mom usually get home from Anza's on the weekend?"

I thought momentarily, then replied, "Usually close to dinner on Sunday. She'll bring something Anza has made or texts me and gets something on the way home."

Rose's eyes sparkled as she replied, “Mmm, so we'll have some warning. I'd like to explore more if you want to, Bestie.”

I grinned and said, "I'd love to explore more with you, Bestie. But we need to think of better names than Bestie. I guess we can both be besties, I dunno."

Rose grinned, "Yeah, that gets kinda old. We'll think of something. But, you are MY Bestie and don't you forget it, Megs."

I moved over and kissed her, whispering, “There's no way I can forget about you, Ro.”

Rose grimaced and replied, "Ugh, not Ro. I had a boyfriend who called me that I hated it and I don't want you to remind me of him, k?"

I apologized and said we'd think of something cute to call each other. Then I suggested we get some sleep. Rose sat up, then reached for the switch on the light next to the bed. She flicked it off and then snuggled with me until we both fell asleep.

Saturday morning, I woke first and watched as Rose slept next to me. She sort of reminded me of Mika, never having been with a girl, but once she did, she was hooked. She was also the first girl who was the same age as me that I'd slept with. That was something new, and I liked it. Not that I didn't like my other lovers, but I think if this were a long-term thing, it would be more acceptable. Not that I really cared, but it's what ruined Mika and me.

I thought about making coffee while Rose slept, but before I could leave the bed, she rolled over, opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Megs. God, I slept well. Thank you."

I leaned in and we kissed, then I said, "Good morning, gorgeous. I slept really well. Thanks. I was thinking we'd shower and then have breakfast or whatever you wanted. I'm easy."

Rose purred as she replied, “Kiss me again, baby. Then I'll decide.”

I bent back down and we kissed, long and lusciously. Then suggested that we shower first in Mom's shower. Rose liked that, so we headed to Mom's bathroom without dressing. I grabbed extra towels from the linen closet and joined Rose, who was already beginning to wash her hair.

After slipping in next to her, I asked if I could wash her hair. Rose grinned and suggested we take turns. I smiled, remembering Mom and me in the shower, and now I was going to be the one who took charge and showed Rose something new and wonderful.

We washed each other's hair, rinsed, and then I soaped her up, and we started playing around. After shutting off the water, I pulled Rose close to me and bent my knees to rub our soapy, slick boobs together. She loved that and took it a little further, rubbing her entire body up and down me.

We paused long enough to make out, then I eased her back against the shower wall and licked my way down her, ignoring the soapy taste in my mouth. When I knelt before her, Rose grinned, anticipating my next move.

I asked her to slip her leg over my shoulder to help keep her steady, then I started kissing and licking her inner thighs and around her gorgeous pussy. I started by lapping her folds from bottom to top, repeating that as Rose talked to God again, telling her how delicious she felt.

My mouth had a mind of its own, sucking, kissing, and licking my lover until it felt she was ready to experience my tongue against her clit. Moving slightly, I eased my tongue between those pretty lips and under Rose's hood to play with her sweet nub.

The shower echoed with Rose's words, telling anyone who could hear how good she was feeling. As I enjoyed myself, I could feel her start to slip, so I placed my hands on her firm ass cheeks to steady her and brought my lover to her second girlie-induced climax.

I eased back, enjoying the results of my pleasurable task, watching Rose writhe as I kept her from falling. When she stopped shaking, I stood and we kissed again. When our lips parted, Rose playfully asked if she could move in with me. I giggled and told her I didn't see that as a problem.

She laughed and then asked to turn the hot water back on because she was getting cold. I smirked and said I didn't see how she could be cold because she looked pretty hot to me. That got another long, deep kiss, and her hand covering my vagina as she started fingering me.

I wasn't expecting Rose to go down on me, and she didn't. But she did finger me to an intense and delicious climax before I had a chance to turn the water back on. When I eventually did, we rinsed off, got out, dried, and then dressed only in our panties to eat breakfast and sip some coffee.

We had Yogurt and granola for breakfast, along with some fresh fruit. We mainly talked about what Mom would say when she found out we were lovers. I told Rose that Mom wouldn't have a problem with us because she likes Rose. I was mainly concerned about Rose's family's reaction. She sort of skirted that topic, and I didn't push. So, we dropped it and talked about more mundane things.

We'd talked about our childhoods and families a little when we first met. Now seemed a good time to get a bit more in-depth, so I started telling Rose about Costa Rica. We went to my room, and I fired up the computer and started showing her the pictures from our trip. When she saw Ines and Triana, her jaw dropped, and she commented on how hot they were.

I'd never mentioned they were the first two lovers Mom and I had, but I did this time. Then I told her a PG-13 story about our trip down there and how I was seduced, and then Mom. Rose commented that she wouldn't have minded being seduced by them either, they were HOT!.

I smiled as we finished looking at the pictures, and Rose continued asking questions about our trip. She stopped asking and then said, "Megs, I'm sorry."

I asked, “Sorry about what?”

Rose swallowed, then said, "About not going down on you in the shower. I'm not ready for that yet, I'm sorry. I'm loving everything we're doing; you make me feel amazing. But, I just can't do that yet."

I looked at her and said, "It's fine. I wasn't sure my first time either. Don't worry about it. There's lots of ways we can please each other without you doing that. I enjoy it, and you obviously enjoy me doing it too. It's not something you have to do, okay?"

Rose smiled, then said, "God, you're amazing. If I told a boy I wouldn't suck his dick, he'd be out the door. Can we just snuggle? I want to hold you to make sure this is real, because it feels like I'm dreaming."

I grinned, "Of course, we can snuggle. Let me use the bathroom first, and I'll meet you in bed."

Rose giggled, “I need to also. You first.”

I kissed her briefly, then we took turns and headed back to my bed. We lay snuggling and whispering sweet things to each other until we both nodded off. I don't recall if I've ever just snuggled in the middle of the day with a lover, but doing it with Rose felt perfect.

It was late Saturday afternoon when we woke. We kissed and talked for a bit, then decided to get something light to eat. We had leftovers, but weren't in the mood for them. So, we scrounged around the kitchen and came up with some French bread and made pizzas with it. We had all sorts of yummy toppings and we shared, taking bites of each other's, getting pizza sauce on our cheeks, which were quickly cleaned off by each other's tongue.

After eating, we streamed another couple of silly movies, and by the time they were done, we were hungry again. Since we didn't want more leftovers, we had dinner delivered. Of course, we had to get dressed for that, but that meant we could undress each other later before we made love again.

Around seven, Rose looked over at me, then licked her lips and nodded towards the bedroom. I laughed and told her all she had to say was Let's go to bed. She laughed and said she was trying to be sexy, and I told her she didn't have to try; she already was.

We got ready for bed; this time, we didn't bother with pajamas, mostly because they were still in a pile on the floor. I turned out the light, and we slipped into bed and started kissing. That led to us rubbing each other at the same time and then fingering. We managed to bring ourselves to climaxes pretty close to the same time. I lagged behind again, but not by much. We returned to kissing and whispering sweet things to each other for a bit. Then I started kissing Rose, which led to suckling her breasts and going down on her.

I'd fallen in lust with her pretty little pussy and couldn't get enough of it. I took longer this time to bring her to an orgasm, wanting to just lick and play with her until she begged me to let her cum. When I finished, and went to snuggle with her, Rose let me kiss her with her juices on my face and lips. I don't know if she was thinking where my mouth had been or not, but she didn't ask me to wash or wipe my face, which hinted to me that she might go down on me at some point.

We cuddled and played a little with each other until Rose yawned and we drifted off to sleep. It took me a bit longer because my heart was still pounding. But, eventually, I did nod off and had a very restful night.

Sunday morning, I woke, and Rose wasn't in bed. I lay there and didn't hear anything, so I got worried that she'd had second thoughts and had gone back to the dorm in the middle of the night. However, when I looked around, her pajamas were still clumped with mine. So, I walked out to the kitchen and saw her sipping coffee at the kitchen table with no clothes on.

She smiled and said, “Good morning, baby. Did you sleep okay?”

I leaned down and kissed her and told her I did. Then got myself a cup and joined her. We talked for a few, as we sipped and woke up. When we finished drinking our coffee, Rose led me to Mom's shower to get cleaned up.

We repeated the hair and body washing thing, enjoying rubbing our soapy, slick boobs together and getting worked up. However, this time, Rose backed me to the wall, then turned and shut the water off. She returned to me and kissed her way down my front, then knelt before me.

She looked up with those beautiful brown eyes of hers and said, “I hope I do this right, Megs. I thought about it when I woke up this morning. Be patient with me, baby.”

I smiled and told her, "I wasn't expecting this, Rose. I have no complaints. I'm just glad you're willing to try. If you don't like it, stop. It's okay, really."

Rose got that dreamy look in her eyes again and said, "God, you're going to get me to say that word here pretty soon, baby. You're so sweet."

I grinned and told her, "I'm just me, and I've been in your shoes. So, be my guest, I'm sure you'll be fantastic, lover. Oh, I like it when you call me, baby."

Rose grinned, then started licking and kissing my thighs, tummy, and all around my pubic area. I watched as she gradually built up the courage to lick me, and when she did, I nearly melted. She asked if I liked it, and I told her I did. She smiled, then did it several more times as I leaned back and complimented her.

With each lick and sometimes a kiss, Rose gained confidence in her work. Soon, with more words of praise from me, she took the plunge and slipped her tongue between my lips and explored. I closed my eyes as I placed my hand softly on her head and told her she was amazing. That added to her confidence, so she got a little more ambitious, kissing and licking me with more enthusiasm.

I think she was actually enjoying pleasing me and maybe even how I tasted to her. She gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me into her as her licking and sucking became more vigorous. I was in heaven and told my sweet love she was absolutely perfect.

Rose did get a tiny bit carried away, so I asked her to slow down a bit. She did, and that got more praise from me and a smile on her face.

My words, like hers, went from sweet to naughty and back to sweet as she brought me to an intense climax. I didn't hold her face to me as I orgasmed because I didn't know how she would react when I hit my peak. Rose did back away some, but then came right back and licked me clean as I shuddered and convulsed. When I finished, she stood and we kissed. I told her she was beautiful and that she'd given me an incredible climax.

She thanked me as we kissed and then returned to showering. This time, when we got out, we dried off and dressed. I thought about straightening up the shower, but Mom wouldn't be home until later, so I had plenty of time.

After showering, we lounged around and had breakfast. We talked about going down on each other, and Rose admitted it wasn't as bad as she thought. I laughed, which made her blush. Then I told her I said the same thing after my first time. We talked about the various ways we could pleasure each other. She'd heard about toys and had a vibe and a massager. When I told her I had a strapless strappy, she got very curious. So, we went to my room and I showed it to her.

Rose was definitely intrigued by it as she held it and looked it over. I explained how it worked, and then we went to Mom's room, and I showed her the regular strapon. She said the strapless one looked like it would be more fun, and we could get off together because she really liked that. It was super intimate, and she felt much closer to me when we did. I got all mushy and pulled her to me and kissed her.

It was about mid-morning as we talked in Mom's bedroom, sitting on her bed, handing her toys, and talking about them. Rose asked me if I'd ever used the regular strapon. I told her I'd used one in Costa Rica, but not Mom's. Then she asked if I'd ever used the massager. I told her I hadn't. She grinned, then said next time she'd bring her over and we could play with it. I was sort of shocked when she said that. Maybe I'd created a monster, but I loved how she was thinking.

We put Mom's toys away and went out to the living room to veg. Our vegging consisted of us lying together on the sofa, making out, and listening to another stupid movie on the television. I don't know why I bothered turning it on, but kissing and being with Rose made us both forget it was on.

That's probably why when Mom said, “Hey girls, I guess you've had a good weekend.”

We both bolted upright and fell onto the floor. Mom laughed as we tried to hide what we were doing, but it was obvious. Luckily, we were both dressed otherwise Rose would have freaked.

I asked Mom why she didn't text first. She said she did, but I didn't answer. So, I went to my room and there it was. We were too busy playing to hear it.

While I was checking my phone, I heard Rose apologizing to Mom. Mom, being Mom, told her everything was fine; she was glad we'd broken through whatever had been in the way of us becoming closer.

When I returned, Mom and Rose were talking, and Mom was telling her she could stay over anytime. She actually said, "Me casa, su casa."

Rose relaxed and thanked her as I slipped next to my love and took her hand in mine. Then I asked Mom how her weekend went. Mom sighed and said it was great until Simone started her first period. Simone had freaked out, but after Anza talked to Simone, Simone calmed down. Mom said she thought leaving Anza and Simone alone to talk about it some more would be the best way to deal with it.

Mom left her overnight bag in her car, so when we'd finished our brief talk, she got it and headed to her room. Rose and I went to my room, straightened it up, and talked about Mom's reaction as we did. Rose thought Mom was really sweet, not getting upset or anything when she caught us. I told her that she used to make time for Mika and me and even took Noa to the mall to give us some private time.

Rose was floored hearing that and said she hoped her parents were half as accepting when she told them about us. I asked Rose if she wanted to stay the night again. She had a late class and I had an early one, so we could get up at the same time and she could go back to the dorm before class. She asked if Mom would say anything, and I gave her a look.

Rose blushed and said she felt a little weird sleeping with me while Mom was home. I told her mom already knew we were intimate, and she doesn't care. I asked her to stay once again, and she changed her mind and decided to spend the night in my bed. We hugged and kissed, then finished picking up our things and putting them away.

We went back to the living room, snuggled on the sofa, and looked for something to stream. After a few minutes, Mom came out of her room carrying her dirty laundry. She asked if we had any and told us to bring it because she didn't have a full load. I called out and asked if she'd do Rose's, too, which got me a playful slap from Rose. Mom called back and said to bring it, so we got up and ran to my room to get the dirty clothes.

We piled them with Mom's, and Rose thanked her. Mom smiled and said, "That'll be five bucks."

Rose looked dumbfounded, then Mom grinned and said, "Just kidding, sweetie. You two watch TV or something, I got this."

Rose thanked her again, and we headed back to snuggling. While we were sitting there, Rose turned to me and asked, "Can I just move in with you? I think it would be so much fun."

I laughed and said, “Maybe, we'll see.”

Later on, Mom asked what we wanted for dinner because she wasn't in the mood for leftovers. So, we ordered out and had a great talk while we ate.

After dinner, we all watched another espionage movie, and Rose was feeling better about sharing my bed. We called it a night around nine and said goodnight to Mom. I made sure my bedroom door was closed, which made Rose smile. We made love, slow and sensual this time, no calling out to any Gods because Rose was still a little shy about having sex with Mom in the house.

We woke early Monday morning, had coffee and a little something to eat, called out to Mom that we were heading to class, then kissed goodbye. I got a text from Rose later that day that was all hearts and kisses. I replied with the same and told her I'd see her in class on Wednesday, and I'd have her laundry in my car. She sent a blushing emoji and a kiss, then see ya, then, baby.

I smiled after reading that and had a very lovely day at school.