It was three in the morning on a Wednesday when my cell rang on the nightstand next to my bed. I didn't want to answer it because those late-night calls are never good. I let it go to voicemail and rolled over to try to get back to sleep. It rang twice more, so the fourth time I looked at the caller, and it was my mother.

I was in Bern, Switzerland, attending a conference for the student exchange program, of which I'm the director at Milford University, which is South of San Francisco. My mother could have waited to make the call, but she'd forgotten about the time differences between Europe and the West Coast of the United States. It was fine, I answered it, figuring it must be important to call me four times in a row.

Before giving me the bad news, she realized she'd woken me and apologized. I told her it was fine, and we talked for a few minutes as I woke up. When she finally gave me the news of my best friend's passing, we both started to cry.

Up until college, Zoe and I had been inseparable, but during college, we drifted apart. We still talked or texted a few times each month, but we'd gone our separate ways. My mother slowly gave me all the details she knew and suggested I call Moira, Zoe's mom, when I had a chance. I told her I would, knowing she'd be completely devastated, having lost her husband, Byron, to Covid just five years ago, and now her only child.

We said goodbye after about an hour, and I was too wound up to get back to sleep. I debated calling Moira right then. I had her number, but decided to wait until it was morning there, and I had a chance to collect my thoughts. I spent the rest of my early morning sipping coffee in my room and thinking about Zoe and Moira.

As I sipped my coffee, I recalled how Zoe and I met back in kindergarten. Our mothers had dropped us off at the same time, and we were both in tears. Our teacher, Ms. Kimber, consoled us, and after a bit, we started talking to each other as we watched the other children play. That's how we first bonded, and then all through elementary school, middle school, and into high school, we were like siblings that actually got along.

Yes, we had times when we got mad at each other, but those didn't last long. We played different sports. Zoe was statuesque and was into volleyball and basketball. I was shorter by about six inches and preferred swimming and track. We did have one sport in common that we both excelled at, bowling.

Thankfully, our high school had two bowling teams, and that's where most of our drama occurred. Our falling outs were mainly due to the boys on the teams during our freshman and sophomore years. We finally realized that the gossip and going out with our teammates was the root of the problem, so we quit dating the guys we bowled with. Preferring to date outside the teams where there was less drama.

However, Zoe and I sealed our lifelong bond due to some of the gossip, and I will forever be thankful for it. We were sixteen, and the rumor mill was hot with talk that Doug, the boys' team captain, had the hots for Zoe. He hadn't asked her out, but they were spending a lot of time together.

Zoe and I used to do sleepovers, usually at her house, but a few at mine. Our parents were glad we did because we weren't out getting in trouble. During one of those sleepovers before Doug actually asked Zoe out, we became closer. It was innocent enough; Zoe and I had been talking about boys most of the night in her room. It was after her parents had gone to bed that she confessed she was nervous about Doug asking her out. She'd never kissed anyone fully on the lips before and was afraid she'd embarrass herself when and if he wanted to kiss her.

I'd never really thought about anything like that, but Zoe said it kept her up at night worrying. Well, Zoe kept diverting our conversation back to her lack of knowledge, which was becoming annoying to me. Then, before I told her to shut up about it, she asked if she could kiss me. I looked at her like she was crazy. She apologized, but Zoe has a way of getting what she wants and can talk me into just about anything. We dropped the subject for a bit, then it reared its head again as Zoe pleaded with me to at least try it. She was almost in tears when I relented and told her that if she ever told anyone, I'd deny it and never speak to her again. She swore she'd never tell and thanked me.

Since we were in her queen-sized bed, having upgraded from a twin a couple of years ago, Zoe scooted closer so we could kiss. We agreed to close our eyes as I felt her move closer. On our first attempt, we bumped heads, and our lips never met. We both laughed before trying it again, this time with our eyes open. When Zoe's lips met mine, I swear I could feel a spark inside me. I didn't react because I didn't understand what I was feeling, despite how nice it was.

When Zoe broke our kiss and asked how it was, I just shrugged and said it was okay. I could feel the disappointment in her voice when she thanked me again for trying it. That's when I surprised myself and asked her if that was it. She perked up and said that she wanted to try a real kiss because our kiss was like kissing her grandmother.

I giggled and replied somewhat reluctantly that we could do it again, but that was it. That made Zoe grin as she moved closer to kiss me once more. That time, there was a little more passion involved between us. If I recall correctly, that second kiss lasted much longer than our first attempt. I don't think either of us wanted to stop, but we did, and we both asked how good it was. We both said it was better and then quickly said good night, turning away from each other and trying to sleep.

I recalled not being able to fall asleep for quite some time, and in the morning, neither of us mentioned it. I also remembered not being able to get it out of my mind for the longest time. I was confused about how I felt, and when our next sleepover at my house rolled around, I was torn. I wanted to kiss Zoe again, just to test my reactions, but didn't want to tell her that.

Well, Zoe wasn't shy about it; she'd been as anxious as I had been, and when we were in my room, in my bed, she brought it up again. I was reluctant, even though inside I was tingling with the thought of kissing her again. It didn't take too long for Zoe to talk me into it. So, in the dim light of my bedroom, we scooted closer. Then Zoe leaned into me and whispered that she was glad I was her bestie, and we began kissing.

This time, we didn't just kiss on the lips. After a few moments of making out, I felt the tip of Zoe's tongue against my lips, trying to part them. I was reluctant once more, but I had that lovely tingle going and parted them for her tongue to play with mine.

Zoe's tongue entwined with mine like a boa constrictor with a small mammal. We continued making out, saliva dripping down our chins as we kissed and our tongues played with each other.

I think I must have sighed or moaned because Zoe moved so she wound up on top of me with my back flat on the bed. She wasn't completely on top, but enough that I could feel her chest against mine as we breathed and continued kissing.

Eventually, Zoe's lips left mine, and I sighed, thinking we were done. Instead, Zoe began kissing my cheeks, forehead, my neck, earlobes, and then back to my lips. It felt so good that I didn't resist one iota.

After a while, I got bold and reciprocated just to be fair, which sort of shocked her. I loved how Zoe moaned and told me how good I was making her feel. I was in a sort of dream state, my body was on fire as we kept taking turns licking and kissing each other. We must have done that for at least half an hour and were both wound up when we finally stopped. When Zoe released me, she giggled and told me she couldn't help herself because I tasted so good. I was embarrassed and told her I kinda liked what she was doing, and she tasted good also, but we shouldn't do it anymore.

She balked but said she wouldn't, and if Doug kissed her as I did, she'd never think about kissing me again. We rolled over, and once again I found it difficult to go to sleep. My heart was racing, and all I could think about was Zoe's lips on my face and neck. When we woke, nothing was said about our little tryst. The next week, Doug finally asked her out, and we quit practicing.

After my little stroll down memory lane, I smiled to myself as I finished my coffee and decided to shower. I was feeling frisky after recalling that memory of the beginning of my intimate relationship with Zoe. It was close to five and too late to go back to bed, and I had to be at the conference by seven.

In the bathroom, I turned the water to hot, removed my panties, which had a dark spot from my walk down memory lane, and then my sleep tee. When I stepped in under the warm stream, I closed my eyes. I pictured Zoe and me making out under the sheets in my bed. We were so awkward exploring each other, but we didn't care. We felt good, and that was all that mattered.

I slipped my right hand between my legs and began rubbing, while the left caressed my breasts, kneading them and pulling on my nipples. The images in my mind of Zoe kissing my lips, talking to me, and then moving to kiss my neck and whispering to me that first time helped me reach a sweet and intense orgasm.

After my climax, in the middle of shampooing my hair, I started crying. Zoe was gone, and it hurt. I knew we hadn't been in touch like we were in college, but just the thought of her not answering my texts or calls anymore devastated me. I sat on the cold shower tiles and cried my heart out, asking a god I didn't believe in why she was gone, and then cursing it. After a few minutes of sobbing and pounding the tile floor, I managed to pull myself together and finish my shower.

After drying off and dressing, I headed down to the hotel's continental breakfast. A few of the other conference attendees were there, so I joined them. We talked and ate, which was nice; it took my mind off of Zoe for the time being. I'd been casually flirting with another attendee during the first few days. She seemed receptive, but I didn't want to start any rumors with such a close-knit community.

Evette was French and maybe forty-five or so, petite, sandy blonde shoulder-length hair, and deep blue eyes I could easily get lost in, and when she smiled at me, the tingles burst inside me like fireworks on the fourth of July. She knew very little English, but that just made her all the more attractive. I'm proficient in the language, having fallen in love with it in high school. I still had to be careful with my flirtations because some things don't translate well. I also knew that I had to work with everyone here after the conference on behalf of the university, so keeping things friendly was of the utmost importance.

However, Evette didn't seem to mind my little compliments or a soft touch on her arm or hand now and then. During meals, Evette and I usually talked about the conference. However, that morning, I was sitting alone, thinking about Zoe while eating. It was obvious to Evette that something was wrong when she sat down to join me. She had a concerned look on her face when she asked if I was feeling well.

It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts. I hesitated to tell her about the loss of my friend, but I eventually did. I didn't burst into tears, but I was on the verge of crying. Evette understood, and as we ate, she offered to talk with me after the day's session concluded. I told her it was nice of her and that I'd like to vent to someone if she didn't mind listening. Evette smiled, then told me she'd love to hear about my friend and for me not to hold back.

Evette placed her hand on mine as we sat across from each other at the small table. Lacing her fingers in mine, she smiled and told me she'd had a similar experience a few years ago, and talking about it helped. I thanked her, and we made a date for dinner. She suggested a nice little restaurant not too far from our hotel. Evette said she'd meet me in the hotel lobby around six-thirty. I thanked her as I collected myself and we finished eating.

The entire day at the conference, I was in a fog. Luckily, all I had to do was attend meetings, take a few notes, socialize, and stay awake. My presentation wasn't until Friday, our last session. I'd already prepared my talk and had been rehearsing it nightly.

I was surprised and delighted that the day went by fairly quickly. The talks and presentations were informative and interesting. What made my day just a little better was that Evette sort of made it a point to come talk to me when we were on breaks. Each time we met, the tingles raced through my body and lingered long after we parted. I hoped I was having a similar effect on her, but I didn't see any signs. I had mixed feelings about her having similar feelings and hoped I wasn't too obvious with my flirting. I didn't want to freak her out, but at the same time, I wanted her to have the same feelings.

When the day's session had concluded, Evette and I met and finalized our evening plans. We'd meet in the hotel lobby, then walk about two-tenths of a mile to the restaurant Evette had heard about for our dinner.

The Klösterli Weincafé was a lovely stroll across the Aare River. I discovered it after looking it up on my phone as I relaxed in my room, decompressing from the convention. After finding it and reading some reviews, I took a shower and changed into a nice skirt and blouse I'd brought in case I went out with my fellow attendees. It wasn't blatantly sexy, but it did show off my legs and a hint of cleavage. Underneath, I wore a nice set of crème colored lacey lingerie just in case Evette and I became more intimate. I felt good about the evening and the possibilities, but we'd see.

Around six-thirty, I left my room to meet Evette in the lobby. I'd just entered it when I saw her standing near the reception area, looking out one of the windows, watching people pass by. As I approached, I coughed to get her attention, not wanting to startle her.

Evette turned, and our eyes met. Evette smiled as she reached for my hands and we kissed each other's cheeks. I could feel my blush in my chest as we parted, which made Evette's smile increase as she noticed my reaction. Normally, we'd greet each other with a 'Hello,' and that was it. This was something a little more, and I enjoyed it.

We briefly chatted, then left the hotel for the short walk to dinner. On the way, we talked about the scenery, the lovely weather, and anything except the conference and my tragic news. It took us a little longer than I figured to walk to the restaurant because we did a little window shopping, paused on the bridge to watch some Trumpeter Swans float by with the current, and watched as a group of runners went by.

The Klösterli Weincafe wasn't crowded, and since it was nice out, we opted for their outdoor seating. Our server was a cute young woman who spoke English, so we didn't have any problems communicating with her. We started off with a glass each of Chasselas, one of Switzerland's famous varietal wines.

As Evette and I talked, we learned a little more about each other. It was almost like a first date, telling each other some of our histories and things we enjoyed. I was getting to like Evette more and more as the evening progressed, and we shared glimpses of our lives.

Since I wasn't familiar with most of the items on the menu, we ordered different entrees and decided to share. Evette ordered Swiss entrecôte "Café de Klösterli," and I ordered Klösterli beef tartare. Both were outstanding, and instead of dividing the two meals onto each other's plates, we took turns eating off of them. It was fun and a little sexy, especially when we were almost done, and I complained I couldn't eat another bite. Evette took the last forkful of her dinner and talked me into eating it as she fed me.

Evette's eyes lit up, watching my lips enclose her fork as she slowly extracted it. I think that's the moment I knew we were going to be spending the night together. We finished our meal and another glass of wine, then I paid for our dinners despite Evette insisting she pay for hers. So, instead of paying for her dinner, Evette bought another bottle of the Chasselas for us to share, and we headed back to the hotel.

The walk back was slower and almost romantic. I mean, as we walked, Evette slipped her arm into mine, holding me close to her. Our pace slowed, and we talked about more intimate things, like former relationships.

That's how we eased into talking about Zoe again. We were almost to the hotel when I began telling Evette about how close we were. I told Evette how Zoe and I had started experimenting by kissing, which eventually led to becoming more intimate as we grew closer. Evette didn't react negatively to my story and even smiled when I mentioned being intimate.

We paused our conversation just prior to entering the hotel and up until the moment we entered Evette's room. Once inside, Evette suggested we remove our shoes and relax. I thought that was a great idea and slipped my flats off and set them out of the way.

Evette pulled a corkscrew from one of the desk drawers, using it to open our wine, and then poured the Chasselas into two plastic cups, handing me one. I thanked her and looked for a place to sit, noticing there was only a single chair, just like in my room.

Evette suggested we sit on the bed and talk instead of one of us sitting in the obviously uncomfortable wooden chair. She set her cup on the nightstand along with the wine bottle, then propped up the pillows. Next, Evette took my cup and suggested I get in first so we could talk further.

I thanked her, then slid onto the bed and made myself comfortable. Evette joined me after handing my cup back as I waited for her. When she was next to me and comfortable, we each took a sip. After that, I held it with both hands, letting it rest in my lap. After a deep breath and collecting my thoughts, I continued talking about Zoe. Evette turned slightly and focused on me as I continued my tale. Maybe it was the wine or just how comfortable I felt talking to Evette, but I told her in greater detail about our experimenting.

From starting out with kissing on the lips, which soon progressed to faces, necks, shoulders, and then breasts. Evette didn't interrupt as I talked, listening to each word, her eyes looking into mine now and then, nodding her head in approval, and taking a sip from her cup when I paused to drink from mine.

When I got to the more intimate parts, Evette asked me to stop so she could refill our cups. I sat watching her as she slipped off the bed to pour, then hand my cup back to me and return to the bed, this time a tiny bit closer than before.

I told her about almost being caught by Moira a couple of times and Zoe's breakup with Doug. When I mentioned our first lovemaking session and how awkward we were, Evette giggled. I blushed as she brushed my cheek with the back of her finger, whispering to me that it happens to everyone. I thanked her as a lovely tingle coursed through my body.

The end of my tale was drawing to a close as I finished telling Evette about Zoe and me dating boys through high school, and our 'helping each other out' at times. I mentioned we didn't consider ourselves lesbians, and we never talked about what we were doing or considered it wrong. We enjoyed making each other feel good because we were friends.

I'd pretty much finished my story, my cup was empty, and tears were welling up in my eyes. Evette noticed both, and she was on the verge of crying, too. She took my empty cup from my hands and slipped hers into it, placing both of them on the nightstand. I sniffled as she turned back and looked into my eyes.

Her hand brushed my cheek as she whispered what a beautiful friendship Zoe and I had. Then Evette leaned in and kissed me. Soft, sweet, and oh so delicious. It wasn't long, and when her lips left mine, I sighed.

We looked into each other's eyes as Evette quietly apologized for kissing me. She said it felt like I needed a kiss just then, so she did it. I grinned and whispered back that I was glad she did, and I could use another if she didn't mind.

Evette grinned and said she didn't mind at all. Then she gently placed her hand behind my head and drew me closer for another sweet kiss. This one lasted quite a bit longer than the first, with our tongues discovering each other's mouths and soft moans filling the air.

When Evette broke our kiss, my face was flushed, and I was breathless. She asked if I'd like to stay the night, and I quietly answered I'd love to. Evette grinned, and we kissed again. As we kissed, I felt Evette's fingers loosening the buttons on my blouse. I smiled to myself as she removed buttons, then opened my blouse to explore. When the last button was free, both hands focused on my breasts and nipples. Evette moaned into my mouth as she used her thumb to rub my stiff pebbles, causing me to squirm and moan back.

When Evette's hand eased its way down my tummy, teasing my navel, I giggled. Her lips left mine, and she asked if I was ticklish. I told her I was in some places, which brought a smile to her face. Then she suggested I remove her blouse. I smiled and began unbuttoning as she watched in silence. I took my time looking down at her covered breasts and then back at her as each button was freed.

Now and then, Evette would say something sweet to me, making me blush and thank her for the compliment. I quietly confessed to her that I'd been longing for this since we first met. I also mentioned I thought I was being the seductress, but it seems that's her role.

Evette giggled, telling me she thought it was mutual as I finished loosening her blouse and exposing her bra, which looked remarkably like mine. I complimented her on her taste in lingerie, then we kissed once more.

As we kissed, her hands explored me as mine explored her, each of us enjoying the feel of the other's body. After a bit, Evette and I parted lips. Then she suggested we use the bathroom, take off the rest of our clothes, and make love. Evette let me go first. So, I kissed her once more before getting off the bed. I used the toilet, saw a tube of toothpaste on the counter, and quickly squirted a gob on my finger to sort of brush my teeth. When I returned to the sleeping area, I performed a little striptease for her. It was fun and cute, along with being pretty sexy. Evette loved it and paused to get off the bed to take me in her arms for another long kiss.

When we finished kissing, it was her turn to use the bathroom, and when she returned, she did a little striptease for me. I was propped up against the pillows, watching as she shimmied and gyrated, removing her skirt and then her lingerie. When she noticed I was starting to rub myself, because I was enjoying the show, Evette playfully scolded me and told me to stop. I blushed and did as I was told as she finished her dance and then rejoined me in bed.

With us both back in bed, we returned to kissing and touching. The top sheet didn't stay on the bed too long because Evette was very enthusiastic about making love to me. I'm neither a top nor a bottom, but I do like to please my lover during our first time. After that, if there is a second or third time, we can figure out what we both prefer. But this night, I didn't want to rock the boat and let Evette have her way with me.

Evette loved kissing, which was something I found very arousing. I've gotten off several times with a lover by just having a passionate make-out session. I was close to doing just that with the way Evette and I kissed. But Evette noticed how aroused I was and eased up on kissing my lips to move down my body and enjoy the rest of me.

My mature lover kissed and licked her way down my neck, to my shoulders, and then to my breasts. She complimented me in French, which was so erotic to me. I love the French language, and when sexy words are whispered, I melt, and Evette knew just what to say in between suckling my breasts and toying with my nipples.

I'd wrapped my legs around hers to hold her to me, but when she decided to go lower on me, I happily released her and spread them as wide as I could to welcome her attention. Evette didn't disappoint; she cooed with delight as she kissed and licked her way down my tummy and then to my feet. I'm not a foot worshiper, but Evette enjoyed teasing my feet with her mouth. It did feel amazing, but I'm fairly ticklish there, so she didn't torture me.

When she finished with both feet, Evette gradually worked her way up both legs, taking turns kissing and caressing them. If I didn't know any better, I'd have sworn she was worshiping my long, taut legs before settling her face between them.

When Evette eventually settled her pretty face between my legs, she giggled and said I had the prettiest pussy she'd ever seen. She then said she'd never had a bare one before. I told her I was glad to be her first, and I hoped she liked it. That made her purr and softly tell me that she probably would, which brought a grin to my face as I closed my eyes and waited for her to begin.

Evette took her time making love to me, softly talking as she used her fingers to trace my labia and marvel at how yummy my aroma was. I was almost overwhelmed. I hadn't had a love-making session like this in a very long time. Usually, the first time it's hard and fast. Sort of lusty and vulgar, but this was quite the opposite, and I was on edge with anticipation the entire time.

When Evette eventually got around to licking me, she took her sweet time, savoring every moment between my legs. I was in heaven and told Evette how good she was making me feel. She giggled and replied she was enjoying the sensations also, and went back to gradually bringing me to a very intense climax.

When my body's reaction subsided, Evette kissed her way back up and slipped next to me so we could kiss and talk. She told me she'd been lusting after me since the beginning of the conference, and my little flirtations gave her hope that there could be something magical between us. I blushed and told her I was hoping for the same thing, and I wasn't expecting my sadness about Zoe to bring us together.

That's when we got a bit more serious, and Evette told me about her first love. It was many years ago, and Evette was in her early twenties and deeply in love with a neighbor. Their romance was a secret because the other woman was married. They met as often as they could, and the woman was ready to leave her abusive husband when he discovered she was having an affair. He thought it was with another man, and she denied that fact. But he was extremely jealous and, during a drunken fit of rage, killed her and was sent to prison.

Her story brought us both to tears as we lay in the darkened room, snuggled together. That's when I kissed her and told her how sorry I was for her. Evette thanked me as our tears ebbed and we returned to our thoughts.

After a few moments of silence, I moved to kiss Evette. I could taste myself on her, and when my lips left hers, she whispered how delicious I was. I giggled and proceeded slowly, kissing and licking my way down her body, pausing at her breasts to suckle and give them the attention they deserved.

As I nursed and played with Evette's full orbs, she moaned and told me how much she loved my mouth. Sweet words always get me going, causing my enthusiasm to increase as Evette urged me to be more aggressive, pulling her nipples and playing with her breasts. I was in heaven, and Evette was close to getting there also.

After some time, my mouth left her lovely boobs to move further down her squirming body. Evette's legs were open for me, and I didn't waste any time playing around. Evette didn't seem to mind me leaving her breasts as I placed my lips on her sex. I heard her moan and tell me once again how good she was feeling as I began making love to her. As I bathed my lover with my tongue, she gasped and told me where she wanted me to focus.

My heart was racing as I slowly brought Evette to her climax. I knew it was getting late, and we had to be at the conference in the morning. But, if we'd have had more time, I would have taken her to the edge and back several times before finally letting her go. When Evette did reach her apex, I moved out from between her legs to watch and quietly comment to her how beautiful she was.

Then, as Evette caught her breath, I rejoined her, and we talked once more. We discussed whether I should head back to my room or stay the night since it was close to eleven. Since I'd been up since three the night before, we figured it would be better for me to go back to my room and get some sleep.

We agreed to have dinner together again and then stay in my room. I actually didn't leave her until close to midnight. We hated to part, but I was feeling drowsy despite the excitement we'd shared. We kissed goodnight, and back to my room I went. I showered, then climbed into bed and quickly nodded off.

When I woke, I felt rested and alive despite the lack of sleep. I admonished myself for not calling Moira, but I figured I could sneak away during our lunch break and at least leave her a message. I thought she still lived in Concord, near San Francisco, and I still had her cell number. But just thinking about Zoe again brought me to the brink of tears. I managed to stifle them as I sipped my coffee and got ready for another day at the conference.

I had to remember not to get touchy-feely with Evette despite longing to bring her back to my room so we could ravage each other once again. I hated that I had to go home tomorrow, but I knew we'd stay in contact. I've escorted students to Europe twice now, so hooking up with Evette would be possible, but it wouldn't be for a while.

As I looked at my phone to text Moira, I noticed it was almost seven, time for breakfast. I did a quick mental calculation and realized that in Concord, it was about ten the previous night. So, I thumbed through my contact list and found Moira. I didn't want to be wordy, so I typed, 'Hello Moira. I hope I didn't wake you. I heard about Zoe, and I'm heartbroken. I'm in Europe, but I'll be home in a couple of days. I'll call you then, love Alexis.' I also included kisses, crying, and broken heart emojis.

I've never had to deal with someone passing via text before, and I hoped the kisses were alright. With that over, I finished dressing and then went down for breakfast. Evette was waiting at a table, sipping coffee, when I entered. She looked over and smiled as I smiled back. I got a coffee and sat down across from her.

We both glanced to see if anyone was paying attention to us. Then we quietly spoke. Evette said good morning as she placed her hand on top of mine and squeezed it. I slipped off my shoe and softly brushed her ankle, purring as I did, and told her good morning.

We went through the usual banter of asking each other how we slept, and we each had pretty much the same answer. The other attendees were slowly arriving, and we greeted them also as we ordered our breakfasts and sat around talking. When we finished, Evette and I kinda left together, talking about the conference and the talk I was going to give.

Evette followed me to my room under the pretense that she had some questions about my university, so we didn't look suspicious. Once in my room, we kissed and talked about the night before. We made plans for dinner together to make love in my room afterwards. It was difficult to return to the conference, but we didn't want anyone to suspect we'd been intimate.

The conference that day was a little more interesting than usual. Some of the previous speakers needed public speaking classes or something. But most of Thursday's talks were very informative and interesting. I sat next to Evette, and it felt like we were schoolgirls because we were teasing each other with little touches, whispers, and foot rubs whenever possible. I was edging all day because of her, and I think Evette felt the same. I considered asking her if we could just get dinner in my room so we could hurry up and get naked again. However, since it was our last night, several of our fellow attendees invited us to a farewell dinner, which we really couldn't refuse. So, our lovemaking would have to wait until after dinner, when we could sneak away and not inspire any gossip.

When our conference day ended, Evette and I finalized our plans to meet in my room after dinner. We'd stick around and socialize a little bit, then Evette would say good night, and ten minutes later, I would. That would give Evette time to go to her room, get her toothbrush and whatever, then meet me at my room. Then we could enjoy each other once again, until maybe morning, we'd see.

We then headed to our rooms to change and relax before dinner. Around seven, I received a text from Moira. She thanked me for texting her and figured I was busy with work or something. Moira wanted me to call her when I had time or to just stop by when I was back home. She knew I missed Zoe as much as she did, and she'd explain everything when we met. She sent kisses and hearts and thanked me again.

When I finished reading it, I cried. It took me a few minutes to get myself back together. I didn't want to go to dinner looking like I'd been weeping. So, I was a tad late for the final get-together, and told everyone I'd just spaced the time. I did, however, tell Evette I received a return text from Moira because I knew she cared. She was sympathetic, which is another reason I liked her.

Dinner was lovely, we talked, laughed, and got a little teary-eyed because we were parting, because it was such a nice group of people. But, we'd be communicating with each other as students applied for the various universities at which to study, and we tried to find the best matches for them. When dinner concluded, we all hugged and went our separate ways, well, except Evette and me.

My lover and I left the dinner a few minutes apart as a precaution against rumors. I know it's probably silly, but we thought we needed to be discreet. When Evette arrived at my room, I was in my robe and anxious to get her into my bed. She'd changed her clothes and was dressed in more casual attire, which she quickly removed once I'd closed the room's door.

When I turned after closing the door, I saw Evette laying her blouse on the chair in the room. My mouth dropped as I looked at her, dressed in another sexy set of lingerie, as she smiled at me. I told her she looked amazing, and she smiled at me and suggested I undress for her. I giggled and slowly opened the robe to reveal my naked body.

Evette smiled as she watched me open my robe and let it drop. I could see the lust in her eyes as she began rubbing herself and telling me how delicious I looked. I thanked her and suggested she start removing her pretty lingerie.

Evette stepped towards me to wrap her arms around me and kiss me. As we kissed, our hands roamed each other, both delighting in how wonderful we felt. After a few minutes, we parted lips and broke our embrace so I could watch Evette disrobe. She suggested I sit on the edge of the bed to watch, and when I did, Evette started doing a little dance for me. Her movements were so graceful and erotic as she slowly twisted and turned that I almost started rubbing myself.

She ended up giving me a lap dance despite not having any music to dance to. As she was dancing, she'd call me 'baby,' which got me more anxious for her. Evette could see my excitement growing as she removed her bra, asking how I liked what she was doing. I told her she was driving me crazy, and I loved her little dance.

Evette grinned, then told me she was glad because she was excited also. I purred as she took her time removing her panties and then flinging them playfully at me. I caught them in my right hand, then lifted them to my face and took a deep breath. Evette giggled and blushed as she watched me inhale. I guess none of her other lovers had done that as she watched.

Her aroma was intoxicating, and when I dropped her panties to the floor, Evette came over to kiss me. We kissed and fondled each other for a few more minutes, then we mutually broke our embrace and slipped into bed.

We started making out again, then slowly worked our way into a sixty-nine position with me on the bottom. Both of us took our sweet time licking and kissing, bringing each other to the edge and back. If I could have stayed in Europe, I think I would have just been with Evette. Our session lasted longer than I thought it would, which was simply amazing. We'd pause now and then when one of us was close, then go right back until the other reached that point.

I think after the fourth or fifth time of getting to the precipice, we agreed to end with a mutual climax. There aren't words to describe how satisfying it was when we simultaneously reached our orgasms. When it happened, Evette rolled off of me, and we both shuddered and shook next to each other, holding hands until our bodies calmed down.

I got up first and moved so we could kiss and whisper sweet words to each other as we basked in the afterglow. We spoke of our mutual feelings and how we wished we could continue getting to know each other. But we had lives we had to go back to. So, after more kissing and talking, we parted ways for the night.

The next morning arrived too soon. It was the last day of the conference, and I had my little talk to give. I had breakfast with Evette as usual, and we talked quietly until we were joined by our compatriots. When we finished off the final hours of the conference, we then went to the airport and home. I gave my brief talk, thanking everyone for attending and being so knowledgeable, and I hoped we all had safe journeys home.

When it was all over, Evette and I met in her room one last time to kiss and hug away from prying eyes. After that, I went to my room and finished packing, then went down to the lobby to catch my shuttle to the airport and the long flight home.

A brief layover in Amsterdam and the long flight back to San Francisco, where a colleague picked me up and dropped me off at home. I texted my mother and let her know I was home. She texted back hearts and a brief message about getting together for dinner when I had a chance. After unpacking, I texted Moira once more to let her know I was home and then Evette to let her know I arrived home safely.

Moira responded within a few minutes, and we set a date and time to meet at her place. Evette's response came later due to the time differences.

Now, all I had to think about was talking with Moira about Zoe.