Jack arrived home later that afternoon with exciting news. Jonathan, the manager at the tire shop, had called him into the office to meet with the regional manager. They told him that Jonathan would be retiring soon and that Jack had been pegged to replace him. Even better, he was told that corporate was watching him and that, if all goes well, he might be considered for a district manager position that would be opening up in a couple of years.

Aiden and Lydia were quickly treated to Mom dancing across the kitchen like a berserk fangirl on her way to hug her boy band crush. Aly was so proud of her husband and unabashedly shared it with the world. The kids both got excited and cheered without knowing what was really going on, but Mom and Dad were both laughing and hugging, and that, in itself, was cause for celebration.

After dinner, Caleb, Chloe’s younger brother, came over with his weed-eater to finish the weekly trim. After he finished, Jack called him up on the deck and paid him for his and Chloe’s work that week. Caleb was a polite kid, good-looking and well-developed for a sixteen-year-old. A real heart-breaker, Aly thought as he pocketed the wad of bills and assured Jack that he’d get Chloe her share.

The next week dragged by at work. Aly was the Director of Records at the St. Joseph Medical Center. While her work was busy and satisfying, the image of Chloe, sitting on her kitchen counter with her legs spread and her head tipped back in pre-orgasmic bliss, consumed her thoughts. She swore she could still hear the girl’s whispered gasps, taste her sweet effluent, and feel the delicate roll of her pink folds across her tongue.

She and Jack had fucked that night, but her faked orgasm then was nowhere near as satisfying as the three real ones that she’d given herself since, including one in the bathroom stall at work yesterday. But it was Friday, and Jack was planning on being occupied for the entire weekend with preparations for his promotion. Aly had made plans to drop the kids off at her mom's for the day, citing the need for a deep house cleaning and a ton of errands.

She got Jack out the door and the kids taken care of by 9:00. She stripped down to her bra and panties again and started on some light housecleaning, beds, laundry, dusting, all while keeping an ear out for the familiar drone of Chloe’s mower. She stepped to the sink window a couple of times. She’d opened it and scanned across the expanse of green, searching for the bob of a blonde ponytail, or flash of a long, tanned thigh.

Gotta be patient, she thought. She’s nervous too. Probably worrying about what to wear or how to act. Aly looked down at her mismatched underwear and gave her head a shake. She turned and trotted back upstairs to find something a bit sexier. She opted for a deep-blue lingerie set she liked because it made her feel powerful, especially when she wore it under a white button-up blouse and black pencil skirt.

She heard a hum and quickly thumped her way back down the stairs. The hum became a drone, and Aly raced to the kitchen window. There she was, starting in her folks’ backyard as usual. Aly’s heart flipped, and her chest tightened. She ran some cold water in the sink and patted herself down, consciously slowing her breathing as she did. She leaned forward to get a better look.

Powder blue. The girl knew what colors worked for her. The distance made it hard to get a good look, but she knew that it would improve. Okay, she thought, what should I… no, what if she changed her mind and… no, she’s wearing a damn bikini again, that says something, right? Okay, let’s just… hooooo… breathe. Just breathe. I should… yeah, I’ll make some lemonade just in case. I said I wouldn’t, but she’s gonna be thirsty, right?

Aly got busy, grateful to have found something she could occupy herself with. Still, she kept glancing out the window, waiting for Chloe to move to the front lawns. The lemonade was done and in the fridge by the time she did. Instead of mowing north to south, from the house to the street, the girl mowed west to east along the street, lengthwise. She turned around at the driveway separating their properties and started back west to the far end of her family’s front lawn.

Before she turned, the blonde girl took a quick, nervous glance toward her at the kitchen window. It was only fleeting, so Aly didn’t have time to respond before the girl turned away. It was then, though, that she got to watch Chloe’s tight little powder-blue bottom sway as she followed the mower to the other end of their property.

She didn’t want to make it weird, so she stepped back and waited a few passes until the girl came closer to the houses, and she knew they could see each other better. The girl’s skin was already gleaming by the time she was halfway done with her family’s front yard. It was then that, when she approached the driveway between the two lawns, she looked up again. Aly waved, and a big smile blossomed on the 18-year-old's face as she instantly blushed and waved back.

Aly eased out a slow breath, trying to calm herself while she watched Chloe’s ass undulate back across the lawn. She unconsciously began bumping her mound against the sink again, seeking relief from her agitated state. It only served to make things worse, however. “Fuck, girl,” she whispered, unsure if she was speaking to Chloe or to herself. “I need to do something,” she moaned.

Her hand slid down her stomach and into her panties. She found her hard nub and immediately started to tease it. Volleys of electricity sprayed out into her loins, and she gasped. “Ah, Fuck! Mmmm.” Her hand worked quickly and efficiently, pressing her toward a quick release. She knew she had to cum now and take the edge off, or she’d attack and maul the young blonde the second she walked in the door.

Chloe was halfway across the lawn, mowing her way back toward her, when Aly felt her orgasm building. After this turn, her young neighbor would have one pass down and back before she hopped over to Aly and Jack’s front lawn. The horny voyeur didn’t want to cum until the girl made her turn. There was something about watching her legs open up as her lithe body twisted that snatched the older woman’s breath right out of her.

She could see Chloe taking quick glances at the window as she approached, which meant she’d likely wave, or at least smile again. They made eye contact and, sure enough, the teen dipped her head, her cheeks already crimson with her unsettled modesty. She gave a quick roll of her fingers while keeping her hand on the handle of the mower. Aly showed her left palm to the girl as her right hand smashed down hard on her clit, and her knees and hips started to flex.

Chloe had enjoyed being watched by her beautiful neighbor, and her excitement for what was waiting for her after she finished mowing was almost too much to bear. She’d rubbed herself raw masturbating the first couple of days after their encounter last week, and though she didn’t stop, she’d at least tried to slow things down so she wasn’t tender for today. If nothing else, she was intent on returning the favor and giving Aly an orgasm this week.

She’d been dreaming all week, imagining how the older woman would taste if she licked her down there. She had never even tasted herself until they kissed last week. Chloe licked her lips, wanting so bad to see her neighbor coming undone for her, because of her. There she is again! She caught sight of the older woman’s face in the shadow of the window. The girl rolled her fingers in a subtle wave, then thought, Shit, I’m acting like a kid with a crush. I need to do something else, something sexy.

The slender blonde turned her mower and spun her body around to follow it for her last pass away from Aly. Before she took her first stride, though, she paused and reached back to snug her bottoms high up into her ass crack. Giving her neighbor a good look at what she’d have her hands on in just a few short minutes. Aly’s gaze followed the powder blue material up between the girl’s silky-smooth cheeks, and she lost it.

“OH FUCK!” she cursed as she doubled over the sink, holding on for dear life with her left hand as her right gave three last hard strums that sent a blinding burst of veined lightning ricocheting through her body, causing her to lose control of her legs. At the end, her chin and right cheek were pressed down on the sink ledge with her left hand. All that saved her from ending up lying on the floor.

By the time she’d recovered and was standing up straight again, Chloe had started her last pass in front of her parents’ house and would soon be mowing right below Aly’s window. The still-trembling woman made a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up and compose herself. By the time she returned. Chloe was rolling across the driveway, looking a bit surprised that her older neighbor had stepped away from the window.

“Good morning!” Aly called out, trying to be heard over the idling mower. She’d forgotten that the girl wore earplugs, but Chloe finally saw her wave and gave her a big, sparkly smile in return. She shut the mower off and started to remove her earplugs. She had one out, and Aly waved at her to stop. “No, no. I just wanted to say good morning. Get done, I’ll see you in a bit!”

“Oh, okay,” Chloe responded, and started to reinsert the plug.

“You look nice today,” Aly couldn’t resist.

“What?” Chloe pulled the earplug back out before it expanded.

“I said, you look nice today. Especially those bottoms,” Aly used a quieter voice this time.

“Oh,” Chloe beamed and blushed. Thank you,” she said, giggling shyly.

The high schooler restarted her machine and returned to work. Aly closed the window to keep the sound down and took the lemonade out of the refrigerator. She poured out a glass and chuckled out loud to herself. “Who would have guessed that lawnmowing could make for such good foreplay?” The excited woman thought briefly about going out on the deck naked, but decided that would be too much, too soon.

Chloe buzzed through the front yard and headed for the back. Before she finished, Aly carried the glass out to the back deck and sat at the table, waiting for her young neighbor to come through the gate. When the teen entered the backyard, she looked immediately over toward the deck. Aly stood up and carried the cold drink over to her, giving the girl a chance to feast her eyes on her blue lingerie and everything that was in it.

“Here, Hon, I figured now would be the best time to give you some lemonade. It’s important to stay hydrated when you’re about to really exert yourself.”

“Thank you,” Chloe whispered as she accepted the glass, then her eyes popped open as she caught on to the suggestive line. “Oh! Haha, um, yeah, I guess.” She’d been blushing all morning, so Aly couldn’t tell if this added to her color or not.

“That’s such a cute suit. It really shows off your, uh… your beautiful lines,” Aly cooed. She reached out to touch the girl's hips, tracing along the stretched leg opening.  Chloe’s tongue appeared on her lips as if it had been called to reveille.

Aly smiled. Not wanting to put her young friend on the spot too soon, she excused herself. “I’ll tell you what, Sweetie. You just enjoy your drink, and when you finish up out here, bring the glass back into the house, and I can give you another one or… anything else you might want. Okay?”

Chloe had a hard time maintaining eye contact but still managed a quick, “M’kay,” as an anxious smile curled her lips. When Aly turned to go back inside, she couldn’t resist giving her own panties a good, snug pull up, causing them to stretch high into her own crotch in a slightly uncomfortable wedgie. Her hips had a sultry swagger to them as she strode up the steps, walked across the deck, and stepped into the house.

Once inside, the older woman made a beeline for the refrigerator. She poured herself a short glass of lemonade and topped it off with a healthy, three-glug shot of vodka. The mower fired up in the backyard as she went to work on her drink. Not knowing what else to do, she sat at the kitchen table and steadily sipped her drink while waiting for the droning outside to stop. When it did, she took two long draws to finish her drink, then rose from the table.

Chloe walked in the door before Aly fully gained her feet. The girl’s face wore an expression rife with desire and desperation. Her emotional state clearly beyond her capacity to understand on her own. Aly set down her glass and moved toward the girl with long, purposeful strides. Her arms rose as they drew near one another, and Chloe’s arms did the same.

The girl was sweaty and already smelled like sin and coconut. Her odor was more concentrated indoors. Their kiss began where their last had ended, deep, probing, and willing.

“I’m so wet,” Chloe gasped pitifully when she came up for air, sounding like a wounded soldier telling the medic where they’d been hit.

“I know, baby, we’ll take care of that. Come sit down.” Aly caressed the breathless girl while leading her back to the couch and helping her lie back. Without asking, she reached up and pulled the girl's bottoms down. Chloe raised her hips to help, then watched them slide down her legs and be tossed aside like the impediment they’d become. Aly looked at the lust-ridden girl’s chest as she grabbed her hips to pull her into position. “Show me, Sweetie,” she said.

Chloe obediently pulled her bra up over her young, firm tits, exposing them to the older woman just as she had the week before. Aly took a brief moment to smooth her hands up over the girl’s flat stomach and allow the pebble-hard nipples to rake her palms. Chloe’s chest rose, and her head lolled back as the sensations drew her lust up to the surface. Her long, “Ooohhhhh,” exhale settled the room into an erotic silence.

Aly surveyed the young prone body in front of her, like a conductor reviewing an orchestra, preparing to pull beautiful music from every part of it. Despite all her previous agitation, the moment Chloe released herself into her care, she felt a calmness settle over her.

They would be slow. Last week’s music was a frenzied, glancing Allegro. This week would be different, more sensual. “Alexa, play Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun,” Aly called to the device. Languid flute music eased softly into the room, and Aly’s tongue nestled into her young neighbor’s wet warmth.

Chloe’s understanding of passion suddenly shifted. What had slammed into her as a dramatic, intense fervor last week now approached her as a luxurious, sensual caress. Heat flooded her loins at the same time that Aly’s probing tongue split her open. “Oh, God.” Except for a lone other, the last intelligible words she would utter until her orgasm slipped unbidden from her lips.

The slow, sensuous music helped Aly maintain her desired pace. When she’d first heard the piece, she knew that Jack could never fuck her in such a languid and leisurely fashion, but she’d pleasured herself to it a couple of times. She hadn’t planned to use it today, but it seemed perfectly suited for enjoying the long-limbed creature now splayed across her couch.

Chloe had virtually no pubic hair, and what was there was fine and faint. This meant, of course, that her labia were on full display, especially when she was spread akimbo, as she was now. Her scent was exactly as Aly remembered, pungent, sweet, and tangy. A slight hint of urine floated up with it, giving their act a coarse and indecent feel. The older woman felt her own fluids soak her gusset with a fresh flow of arousal.

Aly slid her tongue along the girl’s silky folds, purposely avoiding the hard nub at the top. Chloe started to seep and drip, then, as Aly continued, she began to quiver. Soft, breathy moans vented from her passion-constricted throat as her head lolled from side to side. The older woman raised her heavy-lidded eyes to look over Chloe’s mons as the young beauty writhed, fully immersed in thigh-trembling, pussy-leaking bliss.

Chloe gave herself over to the woman. She hadn’t expected the slower pace, but found it enthralling. She’d masturbated in a warm bath once and had thought that was the height of decadence. This, however, was beyond imagination, beyond decadent; it was a transcendence. She lost track of anything touching her body, save her beautiful, dark-haired neighbor’s tongue. She heard a kitten mewling somewhere, only to drift closer to it and realize that it was her, simply trying to breathe.

Aly heard her too and raised up just long enough to whisper, “Enjoy yourself, Babygirl. Just lie back and enjoy what’s happening, okay?” She returned to the girls’ swollen folds, smiling against them as the teen released a long, stuttering groan, accepting her offer. The impassioned girl then angled her hips up slightly, asking for more.

To make things interesting, Aly nudged her thumb into the girl's virgin pussy, just above her taint. At the same time, she rested the tip of her index finger on her tight little star below it, using the girl’s fluids to lube the friction created by both digits. “Uh, uh, uh,” Chloe’s hips danced with the strange intrusions, unsure of how she felt about them.

Aly left both fingers in place while she continued to lick, allowing the pretty neophyte to get used to the feel of having them there. It wasn’t long before her writhing protégé was asking for more with her hip movements, and Aly gave it, but only slowly. She knew better than to rush and overwhelm the youngster, so she only worked her index and middle fingers inside her slick hole and left the tip of her ring finger tucked against her back entrance.

Chloe grunted, gratefully accepting the penetration. She was sighing and moaning with every breath now, and her legs flexed constantly as she tried to find a quicker path to satisfaction. Aly had still not touched her clit in any direct fashion, and the willowy blonde was desperate for it. “Please,” she whimpered. The girl begged for her release, begged Aly to finally grant it.

“Okay, let’s get you there, Hon,” Aly conceded, then dropped the flat of her tongue down on top of the stiffened little spike at the top of her shiny, swollen lips. At the same time, she pressed her two fingers deeper into her, stretching her opening, demanding that it allow her more forceful intrusion. Her ring finger pressed, but did not penetrate her tight, pink pucker below.

Chloe came undone in an instant. Aly’s patient semi-edging had brought the girl to being a flick of a tongue away from orgasm, and the older woman gave her a long, slow, luxurious lick that crackled with electricity. The sweaty girl heaved into it. “Hhrrnnngh!” then lost track of her limbs. Her hips rose off the couch and stiffened, tossing short, hard, rhythmic thrusts into the air and against Aly’s face. Her thighs had gripped the older woman’s cheeks, locking her in place, forcing her to bounce out her orgasm with her.

A raspy, piercing squeal clawed out of the girl’s throat as Aly scrambled to get her feet under her despite being clamped in, to be ready to hold her and help her ride out the remaining spasms of pleasure. The scene was chaotic and loud until, finally, the willowy blonde slowly lowered herself to the couch, shuddering and spasming as she descended. As soon as her hips were safely back on earth, Aly crawled up her lithe body to embrace her and help the tempest calm.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Shh, shh, shh. It’s all okay. Breathe, big breaths, baby.” The older woman was preparing for the tears that she knew would come as soon as the girl had enough air back in her lungs to focus on her emotions. She found them, and the first sob landed hard. “There you go, baby, just like last time, remember? Remember? You worked so hard! Your body’s just saying thank you, baby. That’s all. Big breaths now. It’s all okay. Shh, shh, shh.”

The girl's skin was flushing, like she’d just crawled from a boiling pot on the stove. Aly stayed on top of her, straddling her and kissing and gently stroking her and easing her back into the family room, back into her body. The girl’s respiration slowed, and her arms slid up around Aly’s shoulders, pulling the older woman down onto her. Their lips met, and their bodies melded together.

Aly breathed against her young lover’s cheek. “God, you’re beautiful, Chloe. I just can’t get enough of you when you let yourself go like that,”

“Show me… teach me how to do you,” the girl whispered back. “I want to do the same for you.”

Aly smiled. “I will, but not here. C’mon, up, follow me,” she said, rising from the couch and moving toward the stairs. “Don’t forget your bottoms, just in case,” she paused to point at the curled-up wad of powder blue cloth near the couch. Chloe dipped and followed her neighbor up the staircase. As they climbed, Aly reached back to undo her bra. Behind her, Chloe watched, then peeled hers up over her shoulders.

When she and Jack bought the house, the master bedroom was what made Aly decide that this was the place for her. It was spacious, with a high ceiling and three walls of windows that let in a copious amount of light but still offered privacy in the summer thanks to the canopy of trees surrounding the backyard. At night, they’d sleep with the windows open and listen to the crickets.

Aly had turned the bed down earlier, knowing that this was likely where they would end up. She turned and skinned her panties down as Chloe toed her shoes off and peeled out of her socks. The two naked women stood unmoving for a few seconds, both a bit overwhelmed with what they were about to do. Aly reached her arms out for a hug, and the anxious girl almost dove into them. They were both trembling as their completely nude bodies came together for the first time.

They didn’t stay vertical for but a couple of seconds before Aly put her knee up on the bed and pulled the girl down with her. Their bodies intuitively entwined, each woman’s pussy seeking the upper thigh of the other and grinding while their arms flowed ceaselessly over each other's curves. Their lips, constantly trying to taste and devour everything that was the other, and make it part of themselves.

The covers were soon kicked to the floor as the pair rolled around, trying to find new ways to access one another or to allow themselves to be accessed better. The heat generated by their passionate clinching was secondary to that emanating from each woman’s sopping core. Chloe finally took the lead and pressed Aly onto her back. “Please, I want to… I…” She was panting and needed to pause to catch her breath.

Aly reached for the girl’s hand and gently placed it on the wet and swollen of her channel. She opened herself and nodded for the girl to descend. Chloe stole a kiss, then eased herself down between her neighbor's legs. “You’ve seen how I’ve done it, sweetie. Just start in, and I’ll let you know how you’re doing. And hey,” she waited for Chloe to look at her. “If I’m not saying anything, that means you’re doing a really good job, okay? The women exchanged smiles.

Chloe sat on her knees and studied Aly’s trimmed but hairy vaginal area, her uncertainty evident.

“Is mine, the first one you’ve seen?” Aly asked.

Chloe looked up and nodded. “Yeah. Well, I mean, I’ve seen other girls in the locker room, but not like… this.”

“You touch your own, though, right?

Chloe nodded again.

“A lot?” Aly asked, her lips taking on a slight curl.

“Chloe looked a little embarrassed, but gave a soft laugh and nodded. “Kinda, yeah.”

“This last week?”

Chloe blushed, laughed harder, and squirmed a little, but nodded again. “I, uh, I got a little sore.”

Aly reached out to stroke the teen's face. “Me too.”

Chloe beamed and blushed more. She looked down at Alys' lips again and placed two fingers on them.

“Mmm,” Aly reacted to the touch. “You know what feels good to you, sweetie. Just start with that.”

The girl rotated her fingers in a circular motion, feeling for the stem of Aly’s clit under its loose hood. It didn’t take much of a search for her to feel the rigid little shaft that rose out of her mound and ended at the round, exposed nub. When she did, she started a rhythmic side-to-side massage. “Ahhhh, Mmmm,” Aly was not trying to bolster the girl’s confidence. It was an honest reaction to her gentle touch. Chloe’s head snapped up at the sound of Aly’s quick response.

Aly nodded and smiled through the pleasure. “Yeah, right there, baby. That’s… Mmm, That’s a good… yeah. Mmph uh, uh… See? You know what you’re doing. Keep… Uh, going.” The older woman leaned back, allowing the girl to explore further.

Chloe looked down and went back to work. She was mesmerized, staring as the older woman’s most private area opened and became wetter as she continued. “Oooh, I can smell you… You smell… so sexy!” she effused.

Aly’s mouth was open and dry. She nodded in agreement and, in a husky whisper, said, “You can… Taste me. Go ahead.” The blonde girl’s eyes opened wide, and her tongue appeared on her lips as if summoned. It took only a moment before she was down on her elbows with her nose mere inches from Aly’s love nest.

Aly’s pussy was swollen and starting to gape a little. Chloe used the fingers of both hands to open her wider and expose the woman’s hardened pleasure point to her hungry eyes. Those same eyes flicked up and down the length of the mature woman’s split, taking in every fold, hollow, and crevice. She was seeing the essence of another woman’s sex for the first time, and relishing it.

As she drew closer, Aly’s scent became stronger. A hint of urine rose, and Chloe paused. That smells like her…, she thought. I’m gonna be licking her pee?  Should I? This was a development the youngster hadn’t seen coming. She knew her inner debate had to be brief. She licked mine, and girls get licked like this all the time, right? How… how bad can it taste?

Her first lick was a tenuous one. Her tongue eased forward to touch Aly’s swollen lips, purposefully avoiding the small orifice below her clit. Aly’s sharp inhale and hip twitch encouraged the tentative girl to continue. Chloe used her best ice cream cone lick on both sides of the enticing slit, and the older woman’s response thrilled her. A surge of energy went through her with an illicit realization. Oh my God, I’m eating her pussy!

Tossing her apprehension aside, she sank into the warm, wet depths that opened up in front of her, absorbing the dank, organic muskiness of it. “Mmmm,” she moaned as all her senses lit up: taste, touch, sight, scent, Aly continuing to moan above her. She raised her eyes to see the older woman’s face, framed between her heaving breasts, contorted in a moment of extreme pleasure.

Chloe returned her attention to the sensory treasure that lay before her and resumed her nascent lovemaking. Emboldened, she chanced sliding her tongue up and across Aly’s urethral opening to her clit. The tang of urine flitted briefly on her tongue but quickly became absorbed in the heady essence and aroma of her neighbor’s arousal. It’s supposed to taste like this. Of course! Chloe realized as she now threw herself into the carnal act, losing any concern other than making her moaning neighbor cum.

Initially, she drew on what Aly had done to her. Those things that she knew made her shudder, gasp, and tingle with delight. They had the same effect on her beautiful, auburn-haired neighbor. It wasn’t long, and Aly’s hips were rhythmically rocking against Chloe’s tongue, asking for more, responding when she got it, twitching when she got more than she anticipated.

“God, you’re good at this. Gah…” Aly froze mid-sentence to ride out a crackling wave of pleasure that swept through her, arresting her in place. It was then that Chloe decided to experiment with her fingers and slipped two of them well inside the woman’s tensed body. Aly inhaled sharply, sounding like she’d just surfaced after being held underwater for several seconds too long.

By now, Chloe was as aroused as her partner and just as determined that she needed to orgasm. She renewed her oral advances coupled with deep penetrating thrusts of her fingers. She’d never finger-fucked anyone but herself before, but knew that when she was at this point, deeper, faster, and harder were the answer to the call. Aly’s gentle rocking suddenly switched to hungry bucking, and the young girl was almost spooked by the woman’s vigor.

Still, having recently had her own similar experience, she resolved to return the favor and accommodated the jerky motions as she continued to push her lover to her finish. Aly encouraged her as they writhed together. “Fuck! Chloe! Fuck me! Yassss, God… Gah, gah…ffffffffuck! Good!”

For having never brought another woman to orgasm in her life, Chloe knew that Aly was there. Losing herself in the woman’s thrashing body, she gave her everything and listened as the woman broke into a thousand pieces under her. A high-pitched shuddering sounded from her throat, followed by a bellowing half-roar, half-whimpering cry for help. Her body stiffened and twitched as if each of the thousand pieces began snapping off of her.

Moments later, Aly dropped to the mattress, only to clamp her legs around Chloe’s head as she quivered and thrust her hips again. She was now riding out the immense surge of pleasure that was driving its way into and through her body. Chloe’s head bounced in the tight cradle of Aly’s hips, her eyes wide open in amazement that she had made her beautiful neighbor feel something that was so physically overwhelming.

As Aly’s limbs became functional again, she extended her arms toward Chloe. She knew it was now her turn to sob, and she needed to hold her young lover again. Chloe started to wipe the wetness from her face, but Aly brushed her hands aside. “No, let… let me… taste… us,” was all she could get out before her first sob hit. Chloe's mouth muffled the rest.

The mid-day sun cast short beams of light down at the base of the heavily windowed room. Aly eventually caught her breath, and Chloe rested her head on the older woman’s shoulder. Their arms and legs had kept their tangle. Their fingers drew small circles and sensual glyphs across each other's skin. There was a lightness about it all.

It was consummated. They were lovers. They had each pleasured the other and brought them into a new world where, in some ways, love was softer, but just as passionate, just as fierce, and possibly even more breathtaking. Chloe, of course, had known no other, but Aly lay in bed with her arms around the affectionate blonde, weighing this experience and wondering if it even belonged on the same scale.

She turned her head and gave Chloe’s damp forehead a kiss. The fresh-faced teen raised her sparkling eyes to meet hers. “You. Are. Amazing.” Aly beamed. Chloe’s face lit up, her smile and blush painted her face with her characteristic demure beauty.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you,” the young woman said in a hushed voice. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You did that, sweetie,” Aly smiled. “I was just along for the incredible ride.”

“You were so… so… beautiful. You are…” her eyes drifted across Aly’s nude body, “so beautiful.”

Aly reached for her hand and placed it on her breast. “You can touch me, Chloe. I mean… after what you just did for me… You can… we’re lovers now, sweetie. You touch me when you want, how you want, okay?” She leaned in for a kiss on the lips. “Okay?” she asked again.

Chloe nodded and smiled. “Okay, thank you.” She then tentatively reached for Aly’s right breast and started to caress it.

“Mmm, use your lips,” Aly encouraged.

Chloe shifted up on her elbow and leaned forward, sucking the older woman’s ruddy red button into her mouth.

“Oh, Mmm,” Aly closed her eyes and let the girl suckle. “Mmm, mph, mph! See, now you're gonna get me started again. Ohh, Mmm.”

Chloe slipped her lips off of Aly’s nipple and pressed her head between her breasts, suddenly hugging her like she was afraid she might leave. “I can’t believe I’m here with you like this. Oh, this feels so good!”

Aly’s heart felt light. “I know, sweetie, I know. I feel it too. You’re just so beautiful. This is all just so damn beautiful.”

“Does… this mean that I’m a lesbian?” Chloe asked in a serious tone.

Aly chuckled. “Only you can answer that question, sweetie. I think, for myself, it means I must be bi… because I know I’m not a lesbian.” Aly paused, then asked, “Do you like boys?”

“I do… it’s just… There aren’t any guys I know that I’d want to be like this with. Well… I mean, not who I can…”

Aly’s ears perked up. “So there is someone?”

“No. No one.”

“Sounded like there was?” Aly teased a little.

“No, I… can’t. I mean, we… no.”

Aly’s curiosity was piqued now, but she didn’t want the girl to feel pressured. She lay there, cradling the pretty blonde to her chest, running diagrams across her upper back and shoulders with a fingertip. She wanted to just shut up, but had to ask, “Is it… Jack?”

“Oh, God, no!” Chloe’s head jerked up, looking guilty that Aly would think that.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry, hon. I just needed to ask. I didn’t know. I just… it seems like there’s someone, but I won’t press. I just, you know, if it was Jack, I wanted to know. I mean… It’s okay if it was… well, with me anyway. I don’t know about him. He’s the one that…”

“It’s not him!” Chloe snapped.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry,” Aly apologized again.

“This is… I shouldn’t have said anything. This is weird, I should go.” The girl propped herself up on an elbow.

“Sweetie, sweetie, no, don’t go. I’m sorry. I stepped over a line. I shouldn’t have asked. Please, stay.” Aly studied the conflicted look in the girl's eyes. It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t need to tell me.” She leaned forward and kissed her. “Stay.”

Chloe thought a moment, then settled back down onto Aly’s chest. She lay there quietly for a while, then said, “I’m sorry I can’t tell you.”

Aly was a bit concerned that the girl might be involved in something dangerous, but didn’t know how to ask. She finally cleared her throat. “That’s okay, sweetie. You don’t have to, but can I ask, is he… older?”

Chloe shook her head, “Mm-mm, no. He’s… um, younger, actually.”

Aly breathed a sigh of relief. “Does he like you, too?”

Chloe shook her head again. “I don’t know. I just… He doesn’t know that I like him like that. I just think of him sometimes and wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

Chloe sighed, clearly farther into the conversation than she was comfortable with. “Just… you know… what it would be like to… do it… with him.”

“Mm, well, I’m pretty sure that means that you’re not a card-carrying lesbian then. I’d say you’re probably bi too… like me.”

Chloe smiled against Aly’s chest. “I like how that sounds… like you.”

Aly pulled the girl up on top of her so she was straddling her. “Come here. Come up.” Once the blonde was on top of her, she continued talking as she smoothed her hands up across the girl’s thighs, ribcage, and breasts, then back down. “When you’re ready, I just want you to know that I’m here if you ever need to talk about it, okay. I’m a good listener, I know a thing or two about boys, and I don’t judge. Okay?”

Chloe looked down, smiled, and nodded.

“And, you will tell me.” Aly gave her most sinister grin.

Chloe instantly blushed, looked down at the woman’s chest, then back into her eyes, like she knew her words were true.

“Now, turn around, sweetie,” Aly instructed. “Do you know what a sixty-nine is?”