Silvia

On the way home from Anza's and our first date, I was feeling exuberant. We'd made a little love, and Anza enjoyed it and wanted more. Sadly, our schedules were the only thing keeping us apart, and the fact that we both didn't feel that her daughter, Simone, might freak if Anza and I were really open with our affection. We were going to go slow and gradually expose Simone to us, holding hands and kissing. What happened behind closed doors would remain that way. It was something Anza and I had agreed on. I wasn't worried about Megan; she knew what my lovers and I did behind closed doors. In fact, she was doing those things before I was.

As I was driving, my darling stepdaughter started asking questions regarding Anza and me and how far we had progressed intimately. I think she could have worded it better, and I wouldn't have snapped at her like I did. When she asked if I got 'laid', she sounded like a teenage boy asking his friend with no regard for the girl involved.

I sort of bit her head off for that remark, and she apologized. I also did so because I felt I was too harsh. But all is forgiven, and we've come to an understanding about each of our sex lives. You can ask, but don't be crude about it.

Over the next few weeks, Anza and I were like love-struck teenagers texting sweet notes back and forth about how we missed each other and asking when we could get together again. I didn't want to keep asking Megan to entertain Simone, because she had her own life, and I didn't want to just use her so Anza and I could be intimate.

I texted Anza that we had to find a way to date without upsetting Simone or abusing Megan's generosity by watching her. Anza was in agreement; we didn't want to sneak around or slip out late at night and leave an eleven-year-old home alone.

One possibility was for me to come over and stay the night, and when Simone was fast asleep, Anza and I could fool around. But that was just sex; we wanted to be together in other ways, going out, sharing time, and interests. A purely sexual relationship might be fun, but in my opinion, it wouldn't last. Anza agreed, so we needed to find a solution.

Finally, I posed the question to Megan, which I should have done in the beginning.

When I asked, my darling daughter looked at me like I was stupid and said, "Mom, do you remember when you and Dad started dating and I wasn't too thrilled with you?"

I nodded and said, “Yes, I do.”

She then said, "So, what did you guys do? You included me in things that you guys did. We did things that I liked, and you got involved in my life a little at a time. Simone isn't stupid; she likes you, and the more you talk to her and ask her opinion on things, the more she'll realize you're not a threat, just like I did. I'm surprised you haven't thought of that already, mommy dearest."

I smiled and told Megan I loved her, and if she ever called me 'mommy dearest' again, I'd disown her.

We both laughed, and I told her she was right. I was making a mountain out of a molehill. So, I posed those thoughts to Anza, and she was all for it. We started taking Simone to art galleries, museums, shopping, on walks, to the movies, and anywhere we all agreed to go. Our outings were mainly on the weekend, like most parents with kids. Soccer wasn't happening for her; otherwise, we would have been at her games and practices. I had dinner at their house at least once during the week, and sometimes Megan would head over there on her own for dinner with them.

Now and then, Anza and Simone would have dinner with us, and we sort of alternated sleeping over at each other's houses. Simone would use our guest room and the common bath with Megan. Simone was always glad to see Megan and me. It was nice, and it meant that Anza and I could show each other affection and not worry about any drama.

I also involved Simone when I made dinner at their place. She liked to cook, and Anza was delighted that I was showing her different, healthy ways to prepare meals. We still loved Anza's cooking, but I offered a little alternative, and it was appreciated. Anza and I actually started a new cookbook with healthier Argentinian favorites and Anza's unique flair for flavor. It was fun working with her and Simone, devising new flavors, although some were better than others.

As far as intimacy with Anza, she and I were going slow. The nights we'd spend together didn't really get sexy until Simone was sound asleep. We'd make sure her door was closed along with ours. Then we'd make love, nothing kinky or wild, but we were exploring new ways to please each other.

The best nights were when Anza's sweet girl would go to a sleepover at one of her friends' houses. Then Anza and I could be free to experiment and not worry about getting too loud. Oh, we didn't do anything crazy, but Anza was new to girlie love making, so we eased into things she'd never dreamed of. Sometimes it was a major success, and other times it was 'let's not go there again, please'.

I won't say what those were, but I never pushed, because our mutual pleasure and trust were more important than some kink we'd heard about.

The best night and the one that really opened the door to our mutual satisfaction was one of those nights where Simone was away. It was a couple of weeks after our initial lovemaking session, and we were both frisky and anxious.

We'd been flirting all evening, teasing each other at dinner and while relaxing afterward. We kept looking at the clock, each of us thinking it was too early to go to bed. Anza suggested we shower and not get our hair wet like we did the first time. I was ready to get her naked, so I said yes and off we went.

This time, we did a little striptease for each other, which got us both even more anxious. We kissed and fondled and almost didn't make it into the shower, which wasn't a bad thing. But I'm glad we did. Because, after we did the soapy, slick rubbing of our bodies together, Anza gave me a long, delicious kiss, then shut the water off.

Before I get into the details, Anza's shower is huge. It has a bench seat and dual rain shower heads, and could probably hold six or seven bodies, so we had plenty of room to play in.

With the water off, Anza looked at me with a wicked grin on her face. I almost melted just looking at her; she was so sexy. But I just smiled back as she stepped towards me, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me one more time. When we finished our kiss, Anza asked me to sit. I did, and once I was settled, she stood before me, looking down at me, grinning.

Then she said, “Esta es mi primera vez, cariño. Por favor, cuéntame si te gusta.”

I replied, "Oh, my sweet lover. How can you not please me?"

Anza smiled, then knelt before me. I leaned towards her and we kissed once again. She began by kissing my inner thighs as I slid a little further out on the bench to make it easier for her.

Anza took her time, either building up her courage or enjoying kissing and touching my body. Either way, I was enjoying every single moment. When she eventually lowered her face to my sex, I was already soaked. She grinned as she looked up at me, then my love started licking.

She recalled how I treated her and did the same things to me. I placed my hand on her head, letting my fingers sift through her silky black hair as I told her how good she was making me feel. The way she was sitting, kneeling, looked uncomfortable, so as she licked and kissed, she changed positions.

Anza ended up seated, her arms massaging my thighs as she gained more confidence and got into pleasing me. My moans and words heightened her enthusiasm, and soon I was gripping the bench, my eyes closed as my words reverberated in the tiled enclosure.

Anza sucked, licked, kissed, and even used her fingers to bring me to a very long and intense orgasm. I told her I was peaking, but she didn't quit or ease up. Instead, her tongue lingered on my clit until I almost slipped off the bench as my body responded to her attention.

Anza did eventually sit back, her hands on my legs, holding me so I wouldn't fall off that narrow seat and hurt myself. When I opened my eyes, she was sitting back, her face glistening with my juices, a broad smile on her face as she winked and asked me, "¿Te complací mi amor?”

I gave her a teasing frown and said, “No, tienes que hacerlo de nuevo, mi hermoso amor.”

Anza giggled as she replied, “With pleasure, but you must please me first.”

I smiled, opened my arms, beckoning her to me. She rose and slipped her arms around me, and we kissed.

We traded places, and although the tiled floor was cold and uncomfortable. I managed to bring my Argentine beauty to her second girlie climax with my tongue. When we finished, we lay talking until we both got too chilled and had to turn the hot water back on.

We warmed up, thanks to the hot water and our nude, soapy bodies rubbing together once more. We got out, dried off, then went to her bed for another round of lovemaking. We kissed and suckled each other's breasts as a warm-up, then moved to a sixty-nine position to give each other another intense and lovely climax.

After that, we were both spent, so we cuddled, kissed, and talked until we nodded off.

We slept late, and when we woke, the shower beckoned us once more. This time, after washing, I had Anza back up against the shower wall. She thought she knew what was coming, and she was partially correct. I kissed and licked my way down her gorgeous body, suckling her breasts and toying with her nipples on my way. But when I got between those firm thighs, I turned her around. I looked up at her as she looked back at me, wondering what I was doing.

I slipped my hand over her lush bush and started fingering her. She closed her eyes, and I heard her moan as I curled my finger, taking her mind off of any questions she may have had about my intention.

Toying with her for a few minutes and listening to my love moan and tell me how delicious she felt in English and Spanish, I knelt behind her and used my thumb to brush her star.

Anza exclaimed, “¡Ay, Dios mío!" Then she started to purr. I kept fingering her, rubbing, and then kissing her firm ass cheeks as she moved her ass around, getting into a rhythm with my finger. I asked her to spread her legs for me, and soon I was using my tongue to bathe her entire rear end.

Anza continued telling me how delicious she felt in her native tongue. I understood many parts of what she was saying and replied as best I could to her. Instead of staying on the floor and playing with her. I stood, slipping my hand in front of her as I pressed my hips into her ass cheeks. I continued fingering my love as I pressed against her and whispered to her how amazing she was. She pressed back as I used my other hand to massage her breast and toy with her nipple.

My sexy Argentinian began shaking and convulsing as I continued playing with her and kissing her back and shoulders. It wasn't long before she couldn't take any more and reached her orgasm. I slowed down and then held her as her body erupted against me.

As she was shaking, Anza managed to turn around and kiss me, wrapping her arms around me. I felt her tremors as we kissed, and I shuddered along with her, enjoying her warm and smooth skin against me.

When it was all over, Anza was breathless, her eyes glazed over, and her heart pounding as she pressed it into me. She whispered, "Silvia, you keep pushing my boundaries, and I love it every time. Never change, mi amour."

I smiled and whispered back, “I won't as long as you enjoy them, mi hermosa amour.”

We kissed once more and then finished our shower. We had no idea when Simone would be home, so we dressed and had breakfast, then lounged around sipping coffee and talking about possibly going to Argentina in the Spring.

Simone didn't return until around eleven. Her birthday was in a couple of weeks, so I asked what she wanted for presents. She had a huge list already made out, so I asked her to make a copy for me, and I'd go over it.

I ended up getting her a new game for her; she'd practically worn us all out on the soccer one, so to add some variety, I got her a softball one and a basketball one. When she opened them, she didn't seem too thrilled with them because they weren't on her list. But, after trying them, she became addicted and wanted to actually try those sports, which got her outside and learning new skills.

During this time, Megan was bringing her fellow soccer players over now and then for dinner or just to relax with. They were all polite, and it was fun having them over. There was one girl she'd met in one of her classes who seemed to stand out to me. Her name was Rose. She played on the university's basketball team. She and Megan seemed to hang out more and more, trading sports skills.

Anza and I kept talking about that trip to Argentina, taking the girls for at least a week. Winter break was fast approaching, and we needed to make a decision. We finally decided that Spring Break would be best. It would be Autumn there, and Anza said the weather would be perfect, and it's not tourist season, so prices would be less expensive. We didn't tell the girls; we decided to make it a Christmas present and surprise them.

September gave way to October and Halloween. Megan and two of her girlfriends dressed up as zombies and handed out candy at our house while Anza, Simone, and I walked their exclusive neighborhood. Anza and I dressed as Wonder Woman and Snow White, with Simone as Lady Gaga, who wore a red lace, long-sleeved dress, a wig, and red boots.

I'm not a Lady Gaga fan, so I sort of embarrassed myself asking her who she was. It was fun because I hadn't dressed up for Halloween since Megan was like fourteen. As we were walking around and Simone was out of hearing distance, I suggested to Anza that next time Simone had a sleepover somewhere, we could role-play in costume. I had to explain that to her, but she smiled and said that it could be fun. I grinned and told her that anything we do together is fun. I got a quick kiss before Simone returned, and we headed to the next house.

November was hectic. I'd passed my LSAT requirements and decided to keep my scores. I made my online account, then started compiling all the other paperwork involved and applying to the local law schools in the hope that at least one would accept me.

For Thanksgiving, Megan had invited her friends; however, all but Rose went home for the holiday. We'd met her family earlier when they'd come up for the football homecoming game. It was the first time in a very long time that I hosted more than a few guests. Rose's family was very nice, and it was fun for us adults to watch the girls play Simone's soccer game and form a small tournament.

So, it was just the five of us for Thanksgiving, which was nice. I left Megan and Rose at home on Friday afternoon and stayed over at Anza's Friday night and the remainder of the weekend. When I arrived home on Sunday, it looked like Rose and Megan had become more than friends. I normally text my doll before coming home to see if she wants takeout or if I have leftovers from Anza. I texted before I left, and no response. I checked again at a long stoplight, then in the parking lot of our favorite takeout. Since I didn't get a response, I got a little worried.

When I pulled up and before opening the garage door, I saw Rose's car parked in the same spot it was on Friday morning. I thought I recalled that she was staying the weekend because the dorms are like tombs on holidays. So, I opened the garage door and parked inside, closing it behind me. When I walked in and heard the television, I figured they were watching some sports thingy. But when I entered the living room, they were on the sofa, not watching but lying on each other, making out.

I grinned, then said, "Hey, girls, I guess you've had a good weekend."

They shot up, looked around, then fell off the sofa, landing on each other. Megan looked guilty as she asked why I didn't text her first. I told her I did, so she went to her room, where her phone was, and came back to apologize to me. Meanwhile, Rose had gathered herself and was telling me how sorry she was that I'd caught them. I told her it was fine, and I was glad to see they'd gotten past being friends. Rose was expecting something more serious from me, but they made a cute couple, and there was no way I was going to scold someone for being themselves, especially since I knew Megan really liked her.

With that little piece of drama taken care of, I told Rose she's always welcome in our house. She looked relieved and thanked me.

After that, Rose became a semi-regular visitor, and I got to know her better. She was/is a delight and I'm happy for them both.

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Anza, Simone, Megan, and I attended Rose's home basketball games. Simone developed a friendship with Rose and discovered basketball thanks to my doll and her girlfriend. They hung out sometimes playing soccer and other times shooting hoops or playing 'Horse'.

I think Simone is going to be an athletic star in whatever sport she chooses. It's a joy to watch the girls interact; they get along so well.

Winter break was different. Rose went home to celebrate the holiday with her family, and we spent Christmas Eve and morning at Anza's. It had been eons since I went to church, but it was important for Anza, so we attended Midnight Mass. I did notice a few churchgoers giving us dirty looks as we held hands walking out of the cathedral. It reminded me why I'm not religious, but I kept that to myself, not wanting to ruin Anza and Simone's Christmas Eve.

When we returned to Anza's, the girls got to open one present before bedtime. They each chose a gift and took turns opening it. Simone's were from Anza, and me, and it was a new pair of soccer cleats she'd been eyeing since her birthday. She loved them. Megan's wasn't even close to what Michelle had given her the previous year; it was just a card hanging off a branch letting her know we were all going to Argentina for Spring break. She was stunned, elated, whatever you want to call it. My darling was thrilled.

We stayed up longer than planned, telling her all about it. Simone had figured it out weeks ago and was sworn to secrecy. It was tough on her, but she didn't tell Megan about it and was almost as excited as Megan was.

When things calmed down, we all headed to bed in our respective rooms. After Anza and I slipped between the covers, we were still wide awake and whispered about our gift to Megan and her reaction. It was actually going to be for the girls, but Simone nixed that idea when she figured out our little plan.

As we talked, we kissed, touched, and slowly aroused each other. Luckily, we had taken our time, and we were positive our darlings were asleep before we made love. This wasn't a sexual discovery session; we kissed, like it was our first time, slow, passion-filled, and loving. We took turns suckling each other's breasts, which is one of our favorite things to do. Then Anza moved so she was on top, grinding against me as we scissored.

We tried to keep quiet, which was difficult, but we didn't want to wake the girls. We both moaned a little bit out loud. Anza has gotten good at taking me to the edge and back again. So, that night, we managed to peek over the edge several times before we both took the plunge and climaxed.

When Anza and I regained our composure, we snuggled, whispered, and kissed, telling each other how much we were in love. I never thought I'd find love again, but I had, and Anza felt the same. It's a wonderful feeling being this happy and sharing it with someone who feels it too.

Tribbing or scissoring is our second favorite thing to do in bed. Anza loves rubbing herself against me as we look at each other. When we do it, it's usually light in the room. I love watching her body undulate over me; she truly is my goddess, and she knows it.

We've tried Kimmie, and she's nice, and we enjoy her too at times, but our most intimate times are our naked bodies together, giving each other orgasms without the aid of something artificial. We've truly fallen in love with each other and have talked about moving in together. It's complicated at best, having two separate houses and debating whether to sell one or the other or both of them, and finding a new place.

I'm debating whether to ask Anza to marry me this New Year's Eve. I know it hasn't been a long courtship, but sometimes you know it's just right. So, I'll consult my favorite advisor, Megan, and see what she says. I have a feeling she'll agree with me that Anza and I make a great couple. Then, I'll get Simone's permission, which, once again, I don't think I'll have a problem with.

The house thing will work itself out, but I see us finding something new we both like. My law degree will eventually happen because I was accepted by two schools close to home. I just need to pick one.

Megan is happy with Rose, her school, and soccer, so I think this coming year is going to be one of the best ever, and I'm looking forward to a very happy and love-filled remainder of my life.

Megan

After Thanksgiving, Rose and I spent a lot more time together. By that, I mean she started spending the night at our house, and sometimes, instead of going home after a late practice, we'd order out and I'd stay with her in her dorm room.

Rose heard the rumors at school, but she didn't care. She told me that most of the girls on the basketball team were either bi or lesbians, and the few who weren't were probably at least curious. I'd heard rumors that Cora and Coach Ava were a couple, but I didn't ask, and I really didn't care. They were nice to me, and I thought they made a very yummy couple.

Mom, Anza, Simone, and I attended Rose's home games and a couple of away ones, which weren't far away. Simone and I continued learning basketball skills, but even the two of us couldn't beat Rose in a game or at 'Horse'.

Mom and Anza were spending more time together, taking Simone with them to events and just out. Mom had asked me how to get to know Simone better, and I thought it was obvious, but I reminded Mom how she and Dad had included me when they were first dating. It worked, and Simone almost treats Mom like her second Mom, which, for a brief moment, made me a little jealous.

Since Mom was spending more time at Anza's, it gave Rose and me more time to be alone at home. I thought I was a horn dog, but God, that girl can be insatiable at times, not that I'm complaining. We had a Friday night without Mom, and our basketball team had beaten one of their rivals. Rose had been named MVP for the game and was in a super mood when we finally got home that night.

I should back up here a bit before I continue that thought.

The week after Thanksgiving, I got a text from Brandi. She wanted to have lunch, and I'm sort of weak around her, so I agreed. But, I didn't tell her I was going to bring my girlfriend because I wanted Brandi to know I was taken and Rose to meet her to see that the stories I told her were true. Rose balked at first, but I talked her into it. I told her she was my cross to ward off the Vampiress that wanted to suck the blood out of me, among other things.

Rose laughed as she brushed my cheek with her fingers and said, “I'll protect you from that mean old Vampiress, baby, not to worry.”

We met on a Saturday, downtown near where Mom works. She'd told me about it because she always met Caroline there. Rose and I arrived first, and we were sipping chai tea when Brandi showed up. When she first saw us, she looked surprised, then her expression changed. Brandi had a devilish grin as she approached our table, guided by one of the servers. I whispered to Rose that I thought Brandi was going to try to get both of us. She doubted me, and we made a quick bet.

Then Rose whispered back, "Damn, she's almost hotter than you, baby."

I got a lovely tingle when she said that and knew we'd be naked in bed right after we got home.

Brandi and I hugged, and then I introduced Rose as my girlfriend. Brandi looked her up and down with an approving nod, told her hello, and then we all sat down. The server took Brandi's drink order and then scurried off.

We did the usual how have you been thing, then Brandi turned to Rose and started asking her questions. My love was polite as she answered Brandi's questions. We'd pause our talk when the server came back and took our orders, then we resumed. Rose started asking Brandi questions, and we were getting along really well. Our lunch was yummy, and I was beginning to think that Brandi had switched bodies with her non-existent sweet twin until we were almost finished eating.

That's when she started talking about Caroline and Jen. She first asked if my mother had been talking with Caroline, and I told her I had no idea. My mother was in love with someone and was very happy.

Brandi sort of ignored that and mentioned that Caroline had really groomed her to be a Domme more than Kai, and now Jen was her subbie. She asked if we'd like to go back to her place. ( She'd moved in with them ) and have some fun. Rose politely declined, then Brandi mentioned we'd make a great dessert, a reverse Oreo cookie, which really sounded delicious right now.

Rose and I glanced at each other, then she winked at me. I suppose if Rose and I hadn't talked about Brandi beforehand, I swear she would have stood up and slapped the shit out of Brandi. Instead, Rose said she preferred regular Oreos with 'Megan' stuff filling. Then she quickly corrected herself, blushing and said, 'Mega' stuff filling. Then she added, "Besides, my baby developed a real craving for chocolate, so that's all she's allowed to have. Right, baby?"

I replied, “Yes, ma'am.”

It was hard for me to keep a straight face as Brandi's jaw dropped in disbelief. The conversation pretty much ended there as our server stopped by to ask if we enjoyed our meal and if we needed anything else. Rose told her we were fine and to bring the check to me.

Brandi thanked me, then Rose turned to me and winked, telling me, “You're such a good girl, baby. I'm going to be extra sweet to you later and let you use your favorite clamps when we get home.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you, Ms. Rose.”

Brandi just sat there speechless as the server delivered the bill, and I gave her my card. Rose told Brandi it was nice meeting her. I thanked Brandi for coming, and we all stood, hugged, and that was the last I hoped I'd ever hear from Brandi.

When Rose and I got into the car, we both burst out laughing and talking about Brandi's reactions. I asked Rose how she knew about nipple clamps, and she said she overheard a couple of the girls on the team talking about them when they didn't realize she was listening.

She asked how I knew, and I told her I thought Mom had some in her nightstand, but I wasn't sure. She just said, 'Cool,' and that was that.

Mom was gone for the day when we got back to my house. So, Rose and I started making out on the sofa, then moved to my room and shut the door. She commented that if Brandi wasn't such a bitch and hung up on her Domme thingy, it might have been fun making a reverse Oreo. It was hard to tell if Rose was serious or not until she started laughing and said, "Got ya, baby."

I laughed, but it stuck in the back of my mind anyway. It did sound very yummy, but I wasn't ready to include Brandi and probably never will be.

Then Rose started undressing me. I started getting the feeling Rose liked being in charge and that some of the things Brandi had said actually excited her. However, those thoughts faded as she removed my top and bra, then began suckling my breasts.

As Rose was making love to my tits, I managed to work her top up and then over her upraised arms. It took some effort to unhook her bra because I was so distracted by her tugging on my nipple with her finger and sucking the other so much it felt like she'd swallow it. But I managed, and it was out of my way, allowing me to cup and fondle her.

The more I played with Rose's nipple, the more enthusiastic she got; it was close to being aggressive, I guess, but I don't know. We continued playing with each other's boobs until I managed to ask Rose if she wanted to get out the toy. That's what we called it, unlike Mom, who named hers 'Kimmie'.

She took a quick break, kissed me on the lips, then went to my dresser and grabbed it. She looked at me with a wicked grin and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing, baby. I love that we think alike."

She tossed it on the bed, then we both removed our pants, then our panties. I jumped onto my bed and lay on my back as Rose l grabbed it and lubed it up with her saliva. She could tell from the dark spot on my discarded panties that I was already for her, and my rubbing as she lubed it up confirmed my anxiousness. She looked hot, sucking and licking on it, her eyes focused on mine as she moaned, and told me how much she loved pleasing me.

Rose loves giving since I introduced her to my strapless. Our first few times, I gave and we did different positions. But after those, she tried giving, and she liked it. We've gotten more creative with positioning; some worked, some didn't. However, this time I wanted her facing me, and I wanted to watch those ab muscles as we fucked.

Rose can be a tigress in bed or a cuddly soft kitten. I never know which one will show up, and this time the tigress did. Rose slipped the toy between her legs, adjusting it carefully. Then she climbed onto the bed and slipped between my legs, her eyes wide with lust as she gently eased the toy into me. We kissed for a few moments, our lips parted, and she planted her hands on either side of me, raising herself up.

Our eyes locked as Rose began moving her hips back and forth. I smiled and told her I loved looking at her like this. Rose grinned and told me the same thing, and that she was so glad I was her bestie. I ginned as she started moving a little more vigorously, asking me how I liked it. I was about to tell her I was loving it until she thrust too hard and I grimaced and said, "Ouch! Rose! Oh fuck, stop, stop."

She immediately stopped, a concerned look on her face, asking me if I was okay. She then withdrew and flopped down next to me as I winced, still hurting from the toy slamming into me at the wrong angle. I looked over at her as she apologized for hurting me. She softly kissed my face, then removed the toy from herself and set it on the nightstand.

I told her I was feeling a little better as she cuddled next to me, continuing to say she was sorry. We lay like that for a while, softly talking and kissing as the pain between my legs gradually subsided. It took me a while to build up my courage to ask her, but I did as we took a small break from kissing and whispering sweet words to each other.

I was staring at the ceiling when I asked, "Why do you get so aggressive? I mean, you really got going there. I mean, I like that you're enjoying it, I am too. But, I've noticed you get really, I hate to say it, but determined, I don't know, Rose. It just bothers me, and now I hurt. What happened to my sweet Rose?"

Rose looked at me like I was an alien, then said, "I told you I was sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, baby. I guess, I don't know. I like how this feels. It's new to me and I dunno. I'm learning new things, and I just get carried away. Please forgive me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Megs."

Rose began crying. I didn't know what to say. I knew this was all still new to her, and she was figuring out what she liked and who she really was. I'd done it, and I could relate.

I told her it was all right, and I forgave her. I mentioned my period is due, so I was just a little cranky. Rose's tears slowed, and we lay silently, cuddled together.

We actually fell asleep in each other's arms, maybe we were both worn out, I don't know. But when we woke, we kissed and made sure we were both okay. I know Rose had no intention of hurting me, and once more, I apologized for the little bit of drama. She asked if I was feeling better 'down there' and I said I was.

Rose grinned, then said, "Let Mommy kiss it and make it better." I laughed as she smiled, then moved down me, kissing her way between my legs. She took her time making love to me, taking me to the edge and back several times before letting me eventually climax. Rose was getting better each time she went down on me. We hadn't been making love for very long, and it was yummy most of the time. I wasn't looking forward to Winter break when she'd fly home, but it is what it is.

After we made love, Rose and I showered, and she headed back to the dorm. I told her I was sorry again as we parted. I think she was going to tell me she loved me before she left. She looked like she had something on her mind, but the words were never spoken. We kissed and said we'd see each other in class, and off she went.

My nineteenth birthday was the following week, and maybe that had something to do with my attitude, also. I don't know why I was in such a strange mood. Hopefully, I'd snap out of it soon. It was also the second anniversary of our trip to Costa Rica. So much in my mom's and my life had changed. I think it was better. She was happy, having fallen in love with Anza. They were even working on a new cookbook together, featuring Anza's amazing cooking and Mom's little tidbits on making the dishes a little healthier.

My birthday party was fairly intimate. I invited the girls, Cora, Bernie, Imani, Maggie, Coach Ava, and of course, Rose. I told them no presents, but of course, they got me gift cards and funny birthday cards. Anza and Simone brought the cake, and we all hung out at our house with everyone telling stories about me screwing up at practice and a few where I shone. It was fun, and it was obvious to me and Mom that Coach Ava and Cora had something going on. We didn't say anything, but they kept glancing at each other and grinning. I think Mom was tempted to say something, but I'd mentioned they were keeping it a secret and not to blow it.

School let out for Winter break, and Rose left her car at our house because it was safer than on campus. I took her to the airport, and we had a semi-emotional send-off. Not quite crying, but we were close to it.

Christmas was different this year. We spent Christmas Eve at Anza's and went to church. I'd never attended because Mom isn't a believer. But it was glorious, I guess. Anza and Simone, well, Simone, explained a few things to me about the service. I just nodded and smiled, wishing it would hurry up and get over so we could head back to Anza's and open one gift each.

Before going to church, I'd looked at all the packages under the tree. There were tons for Simone, quite a few for Mom and Anza, and a few for me. One in particular caught my eye. It wasn't a package, just an envelope hanging from a branch. I figured lingerie was out of the question this year, which didn't bother me at all. But an envelope was something that intrigued me.

When we returned to Anza's, Simone rushed to the tree and grabbed her package. She also snatched the envelope and handed it to me, telling me I HAD to open it. Then she tore the wrapping off hers. It was a pair of really expensive soccer cleats she'd been eyeing. It was from Mom and Anza, which was sweet of them.

After that, all eyes were on me and that envelope. I was dying to open it, but I acted like I didn't care until Simone got all excited and begged me to see what it was. With the way she was acting, I figured it had to be good.

All sorts of good things went through my mind until I opened it and read Mom and Anza had planned a trip for the four of us to Argentina during Spring Break. My jaw dropped and I almost cried from sheer joy. They told me all about it, and of course, Simone said she'd known about it but kept it a secret, and she hoped I wasn't mad at her.

Of course, I wasn't, and told her so. We talked and talked until we looked over and Simone was nodding off, so we all said goodnight and headed to bed. Mom and Anza were in the main bedroom, Simone was in hers, and I was in the guest room. It took a bit for me to fall asleep, and just as I was about to shut my eyes, I thought I heard moaning coming from Anza and Mom's room.

I smiled and thought about Rose and me, wondering if we'd ever get to the point where Mom and Anza are. It was a pleasant thought, but I was her first, and we are both still young. I decided to just wait and see what happens when she gets back. I was too excited about Argentina to do any serious thinking.

I just wondered if Mom and Anza would ever tie the knot, and Simone would become my little half sister? Stepsister? I dunno, but it's a good thing we liked each other. I felt good about my life in general, I was happy, and everyone I cared about was happy too. So, we'll see what happens in the new year. But, I'm going to ARGENTINA!!!!!!