The rest of February at school, leading up to the weekend when I was going to watch Simone, was just okay. Brandi kept flirting with me when she saw me alone. I was polite, but that was it. I thought about asking Mika to talk to Kai to see if she was somehow involved with it. Brandi is tempting, and I bet she's learned a few things from Kai. But I didn't want any drama, so I stayed quiet.

Our Saturday workouts with Simone were going nicely. She was learning little tricks from Mika and Ivy to sneak the ball past a defender while dribbling. I hate to admit it, but Simone was getting by me more often on the pitch than I would have expected. That girl was fast and loved getting the better of all of us. She wasn't arrogant about it, but we could all tell she was loving it.

I didn't talk directly with Esperanza about Simone because Simone was usually around. But Esperanza did talk with Mom, and I kept her updated on the improvements in Simone's game and a few of the things she'd tell me. I didn't want to tell Mom everything because if some of those things got back to Simone, she'd be heartbroken that I'd broken her trust. Most of the things we discussed were about school, boys, and how frustrated she gets with her mother working so late and not having enough time for her. I hinted at that last part to Mom, and she told me Esperanza was well aware of that and was trying to figure something out for them.

Mika and I hadn't been seeing as much of each other on the weekends. Mika's parents were taking Mika and Noa out to dinners, on walks, and places so they could spend time with them. He also came down with a cold, thanks to his germ factory daycare. It seemed like he'd get over one cold and then get another, which was frustrating for all of us. Mika didn't want me or Mom to catch whatever he had, so they stayed away. Mika and I did a couple of FaceTime calls, which were yummy but not the same as having her in bed with me.

Saturday night finally arrived for me to watch Simone. We didn't have a workout that morning because the pitch was being used by the school's band, so I didn't see her or Mika. Esperanza wanted me at their house by four in the afternoon so she could go over things with Simone and me. I've never babysat, and I didn't want to screw it up, so I was there right at four. I took a bunch of schoolwork to keep me busy in case I got bored. Hopefully, they had some subscription services I could watch on the television once Simone went to bed, whenever that was.

Esperanza and Simone's house was in a gated community. Simone had sent the gate code via text the previous Saturday, and I made sure I kept it. Their house was up on a hill about a mile or so from the entrance on a cul-de-sac. It made our house look like a shack.

I parked in the driveway, grabbed my overnight bag, then got out and took my time looking around outside. I hoped nobody saw me gawking at the expansive mansions because I knew I looked like a tourist. When I rang the doorbell, it took a long time before Esperanza opened the massive front door and greeted me. When she did, she was dressed in a terry cloth robe and fuzzy slippers. Her long, manicured nails were painted in a dark red polish. I had to stifle a giggle when I saw her, but she knew what I was thinking.

I greeted her, “Hello, Ms. Avila.”

Esperanza laughed, “Hello, Megan. Thank you for being prompt. I'm just starting to get ready, as you can see. Please, come in. Oh, please call me Anza.”

I replied, “Yes, ma'am. Thank you, I will.”

I hate to admit it, but when she spoke, I got a yummy tingle between my legs. I silently thanked Ines for introducing me to the softer side as I walked into Anza and Simone's house. Anza closed the door behind me as Simone came running down the hall to greet me. I dropped my bag, and we hugged. Simone was bubbly as she took my hand and led me to the living room, where she had her video game playing on the television. Her mother told us she was going to finish getting ready and to make myself at home. I smiled and thanked her as Simone, and I plopped down on the sofa so she could show me what she was playing.

Simone had a soccer game on and was having a great time playing as I watched. I mentioned I didn't play video games, which got a pout and an offer to teach me. I smiled and told her I'd love to learn, but to go easy on me. Simone laughed and reset the game so we could both play. It took some practice, but I managed to figure out the controls. I wasn't very good, but Simone was nice and didn't kick my butt too often.

Around five-thirty, Anza reappeared dressed for her event. Simone and I were busy playing another round when we heard her ask if we were having fun. We both turned around to answer, and my pussy tingled. Anza was standing there in 'fuck me' pumps, a short black leather skirt, which showed off her long, tanned, and toned legs. She wore a beige silk blouse that was open enough at her neckline to show off her more than ample cleavage. Anza wore just enough eyeliner to emphasize her deep, dark eyes. Then, to top off her look, she left her long, wavy black hair cascaded off her shoulders.

Simone stopped playing to compliment her mother, “Wow, Mom. You look amazing. Is someone special going to be there?”

I blushed as I felt weak in the knees, agreeing with Simone, "Oh my, Ms. Avila. You look dressed to kill if you don't mind me saying so."

Anza smiled and then playfully reminded me, "I asked you to call me Anza, cariño. Thank you both for the compliments. There's nobody special; there are just a few investors I'm cultivating for a new venture. I hope they like the food and my plan more than they like how I look."

I blushed deeper as I replied, “Yes, ma'am. I forgot.”

Anza replied, “It's fine, cariño. Is Simone being good to you and not crushing you with that game? She beats me all the time. I guess I should practice more. Why don't I show you to your room, cariño, since my little Simone hasn't been a good hostess. You can put your things away, and then I'll show you the rest of the house."

Simone glanced away from her game and whined, “Mom!”

When Anza called me cariño, my heart started beating faster. I got up and took her hand as we headed to the front door to get my bag. She apologized for Simone's lack of manners, and I told her it was fine. I grabbed my bag and followed her up to the second floor, watching her ass and bare legs almost the entire way. I know it's bad, and I love Mika. But the memories of Ines and Triana were rolling through my brain. I could only imagine how delicious Anza might be.

When we reached the top of the stairs, Anza paused and looked down the stairs to be sure Simone hadn't followed. She thanked me once again in Spanish for helping her break through the ice with Simone. I switched to Spanish and replied that she was very welcome and that I was glad to help out. I also told her again that she looked amazing and that I was sure she'd get her deal thingy just on her looks.

Anza's face lit up, and we started talking exclusively in Spanish as we walked to the guest room. She mentioned that Simone said I was a good speaker and that we liked speaking together, except when the other girls were around, because it was rude and they didn't understand what we were saying. She asked why I liked Spanish, and I told her I thought it was a very sexy language. Anza grinned and told me it's much sexier than English, and she was impressed with my skills. I blushed and told her thank you, then we changed the subject.

She mentioned that her relationship with Simone had improved because of my help and insight. Simone had more focus on soccer, her school work had improved, and she seemed to be more social at school. She also mentioned they were spending more time together. I told her I was glad to help out and that Simone had helped me also. Anza asked how, and I told her I was thinking about going into teaching or coaching instead of biology. I discovered I loved helping and seeing how Simone had improved and become more confident, and that it made an impression on me.

That's when Anza took me in her arms and hugged me. It was a long, yummy hug as our breasts pressed together. She whispered that she was so glad she had met Mom at the school charity event and that we'd helped change her and Simone's lives together. I blushed and told her she was welcome and that I was glad they had also met. When she let me go, I knew my face was flushed. My heart was racing as Anza pointed out the bathroom and then showed me the guest room. I left my bag on a chair in the guest room as we continued to chat. We talked a little about Mom and how much Anza liked running with her. Then, a few ground rules for Simone and what time she should go to bed. Anza said she wasn't going to be back until after midnight and that I shouldn't wait up for her. I told her I'd make sure her rules were followed, which made her smile. We went back downstairs, and she showed me the gym and said I could use it if I wanted to. Then we went back to the family room, where we watched Simone score another goal in her game.

Anza mentioned dinner was already prepped, and Simone shouldn't have any problems cooking it. There were empanadas to snack on with milanesas for the main course. Simone and I could decide on side dishes, and there were plenty of things to drink in the fridge. I said we'd be fine, and then she went back upstairs to put the finishing touches on. Although I didn't think she needed anything, she was gorgeous without any makeup.

It was getting close to six when Anza came back to the family room and said good night. Simone was wrapped up in her game but paused to hug her mother before returning to the competition. I walked with her to the door leading to the garage, and she kept thinking of little quirks about Simone that she thought I should know. Then, just before she left, we traded phone numbers in case I needed to call her. Simone obviously had it, but she wanted to make sure I did, too.

When she left and before I closed the door, she thanked me once again and called me cariño, which made me blush and smile. I don't know if she was flirting or just being nice, but coming from her made me damp.

The rest of the evening with Simone was fun. If I had to have a little sister, I'd want one to be just like her. She was sarcastic, silly, and fun to talk to. She was a little more relaxed talking to me at her house than she was when we were working out. We played a few more video games, watched a rom-com on the television, had a great dinner, and spoke Spanish most of the evening. She didn't argue when I told her it was curfew time and she had to go to bed. I actually let Simone stay up later than Anza suggested, but it was only thirty minutes. She locked up the house, and we went to our separate rooms after brushing our teeth. She was really sweet when she thanked me for being her friend. I told her I was glad she considered me that way, and we said good night.

When the lights were out and I was in bed, I couldn't get to sleep. I lay thinking about Anza, Mom, Mika, and a bunch of school stuff as I tried to switch my brain off. It must have worked because I woke up around two when I heard a noise. I figured it was Anza, but I went downstairs to check anyway. I had my phone ready to dial 9-1-1 as I snuck down the stairs and into the foyer. I knew they lived in a very safe community, and I don't know what I would have done if it were a burglar, and much to my relief, it was Anza in the kitchen getting ready to pour herself a glass of wine.

She was dressed for bed in a tee and panties. Her legs looked longer and even yummier than when she was in that skirt. I wore the same thing, a tee and panties to bed, and forgot to cover up before heading downstairs. I surprised her when I said hello and asked how the dinner went. She clutched her heart and turned around.

With a bit of relief in her voice, she told me in Spanish, "Oh, sweetheart, you startled me. I must have woken you. I'm so sorry. I peeked in on you and Simone before changing, and you were both snoring away. I'm decompressing with a glass of wine. So, how did the night go with my sweet girl?"

I replied in Spanish, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. It went well. Simone is a sweetie, and we had a good time. I did let her stay up a few minutes later than you said."

Anza smiled, "I'm glad it went smoothly, and a few minutes is not a problem, cariño. Would you like to stay up and chat? A glass of wine?"

I blushed and said, "Sure to both."

I noticed her nipples were tenting the flimsy tee, probably due to the cold air from the fridge. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as Anza turned her back to me. She went to the cupboard and produced another wine glass, then poured the wine and put the bottle back in the fridge. I stepped closer as she handed me the glass and suggested we go to the living room to talk. I followed her out, clutching my phone in my hand, then setting it on the coffee table as we sat on the sofa. Before we started talking, Anza suggested I sit a little closer so we didn't have to talk too loud and maybe wake up Simone. I scooted closer, wishing I could snuggle against her.

We started talking about the dinner, and she described all the investors and how well things seemed to go. We'd sip our wine, and I'd ask questions now and then. She was so animated when she talked, using her hands to express herself, her full breasts jiggling against the tee. I kept glancing at them and her long legs as I sipped and listened. I felt my nipples stiffen, hoping Anza didn't notice, but after finishing my wine, I didn't care.

When Anza noticed my glass was empty, she finished hers off and asked if I'd like another. I told her I don't usually drink, but if she wanted another, I'd join her. She grinned, rose, then took my glass and headed to the kitchen. Once more, my eyes were fixated on her ass and legs as she left the room. Once she was gone, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, wishing it would calm down and not embarrass me.

It didn't happen, and it only got worse when Anza returned with our full glasses and a lovely grin on her face. She bent down as she handed me the glass, her full breasts, complete with stiff nipples, poking at her tee. When she sat, we toasted to a successful evening, and then she started asking about my life, school, and college plans.

The time seemed to fly as we talked and drank. I told her I hadn't received any college offers and was still unclear what I was going to do after high school. But, like I told her earlier, I wanted to teach. We talked a little about Mom and then touched on our trip to Costa Rica. She said maybe next time she and Simone went to Argentina, Mom and I could join them. We could stay for free, and they would be our tour guides. I told her I was sure Mom and I would love that, and I'd mention it to her.

I was getting a little buzzed, and I noticed when her glass was empty, Anza used her index finger to circle the rim of her glass as we talked. The way she did it seemed so sexy to me, slow, methodical, as her eyes focused on mine. I kept diverting my eyes from hers to watch her finger circle the glass, then gaze at her breasts as she slowly breathed in and out, and finally, her legs as she crossed and uncrossed them, then back to her eyes. I was enchanted until she asked if Mika and I were lovers.

I swallowed and replied that we were. Anza smiled and said we made a very lovely couple; she'd seen us talking after our workouts and suspected we were more than just friends. She said, Mika and I seemed like we were in love by the way we looked at each other. I blushed and told her we were. But we didn't think her parents would approve since I was younger than Mika and still in high school. Then she mentioned that Mom and Michelle were lovely, also, but when she met Mom and Michelle, Michelle had a very hungry look in her eyes. Like she wanted to devour her on the spot, then she quickly apologized because she just had a feeling about it. She admitted she really liked Mom and hoped she and Michelle were happy. I told her I thought they were and I understood that look Michelle has.

Anza surmised that our true relationship was a secret from Mika's parents. I nodded and said it was, but maybe someday we could tell them. Anza placed her hand on my knee and said she hoped someday soon it would happen for us. Then she yawned and suggested we get some sleep. She was going to make a nice breakfast for us in the morning. I thanked her as I grabbed my phone and left the sofa to return the glasses to the kitchen, placing them in the dishwasher.

I followed her upstairs, enjoying the view in front of me once more, and then we hugged goodnight outside her bedroom door. It was another long, sweet hug, and her breasts felt good against me. We were close to the same height, and my mind flashed back to Costa Rica and Ines, sending another sweet tingle through me as we embraced. I think Anza felt one, too, or maybe felt me shiver as we hugged, because she looked a little embarrassed when we parted. I have no idea if she likes women or not, and I didn't ask.

I entered the guest room and slipped back into bed after putting my phone on the nightstand, my heart racing at full speed. It took me a while to get to sleep, thinking about so many sexy things. I debated whether to masturbate and decided it wasn't a good idea. I'd save that for later at home when I could use a toy to help me.

When the morning sun peeked through the shades of the guest room, I slowly opened my eyes and remembered where I was. I could hear faint sounds off in the distance as I lay thinking about the night before. When I heard two voices, I decided to get dressed and join Anza and Simone in the kitchen. It must have been the two glasses of wine that made me sleep in because I'm normally an early riser. I dressed in shorts and my night tee, then headed downstairs to see what Anza was making for breakfast. When I entered the kitchen, the aroma almost made me swoon. Simone giggled as she greeted me as Ms. Sleepyhead, while Anza smiled and welcomed me in Spanish as 'sweetheart.' I blushed as I greeted them and then asked what she was making. They were both in shorts and tees. Anza wasn't wearing a bra, but Simone was. They were both barefoot, as was I. It was relaxed and felt very homey to me, as if we'd been friends for ages.

Simone replied to my breakfast question, “My favorite, empanada catamarqueñas.”

I took a quick sniff and replied, “They smell delicious. I can't wait to try them.”

Anza smiled, then told me, "There's coffee in the pot if you would like some, or we have fruit juice, cariño."

I shivered; I love it when she calls me sweetheart. I smiled and then replied, "Thank you, Anza. I'll take both, please."

Anza's smile grew a little wider when I called her by her first name. Simone didn't notice because she was busy getting the table set for us.

Anza asked as she was turning off the stove, “How did you sleep, cariño? I hope I didn't wake you when I got in last night.”

I grinned, "I slept really well, thank you. Normally, in new surroundings, I toss and turn, but I didn't last night. I also had a lovely dream. I don't usually dream and remember them, but last night was special, I guess. How did your dinner thingy go?"

Simone giggled, asking me, “Care to share your dream?”

I blushed, then replied, "No, it was personal but happy."

Simone pouted, “Oh, okay.”

Anza replied, “I'm glad you slept well, cariño. I had a very good meeting, and I think my new venture will get the backing I'm looking for. I also had a sweet dream, maybe because I was in a good mood when I got home. Did you have any dreams, Simone?"

Simone was still pouting when she answered her mother, “No, I don't remember any. Is breakfast ready yet? I'm starved.”

Anza smiled, chiding her daughter, "Patience, cariño. Hand me Megan's plate. She's our guest, and she goes first. Remember your manners."

Simone replied, “Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry.”

Simone handed her mother a plate, on which Anza placed a nice portion of the empanada catamarqueña. It looked as good as it smelled. Simone placed it on the table as I poured my coffee, then got a glass for my juice and poured some, setting them both at my place at the table. Simone was next. She was so excited that she didn't wait for Anza to sit down. Anza noticed and shook her head as she smiled at me.

I waited for Anza to sit, and then we began eating. Simone commented that I should watch her more often so she could get this for breakfast each time. We laughed, and Anza said that it would get boring having the same thing every time. Simone disagreed as she kept eating as if she actually was starving.

Anza looked at me and asked, “Do you like to have the same foods often, cariño? I think they call them 'comfort foods'?”

I looked over and replied, "Some I do, but not too often. Maybe twice a month. Variety can be very nice. Mom and I have been eating healthier for the past few months. We're trying new recipes and taking turns cooking. It's been fun."

Our conversation continued as we ate. It was fun talking like this, and I think Mom would enjoy being here as well. Mom and I talk when we eat together, and I think I've taken that for granted. Even though we spend time at home together and talk, we haven't been socializing together since we met Mika and Michelle. I decided to suggest to Mom that we get out more together as mother and daughter. After we ate, I helped Anza clean up as Simone scampered off to do her chores and resume video gaming.

As we cleaned up, Anza mentioned that Mom and I needed to come over for dinner sometime. She'd been meaning to ask us, but with her busy schedule and the new business venture, she had forgotten all about it. Having me here reminded her to invite us. I thanked her and said I'd have Mom call her, and they could set something up. I told her I knew Mom would love her cooking. She also suggested that Mika and I have dinner with them sometime. I could even bring Noa. I smiled and thanked her, and told her I'd ask.

With the dishes done and my job watching Simone over, I got dressed and said my goodbyes. Simone wanted me to stay, but I had things to do at home and told her I'd see her at the pitch the following Saturday.

On the drive home, I kept thinking about my conversations with Anza. I couldn't figure out if she was flirting with me or what. Maybe I was thinking too much and lusting after her. It could be she needed a friend or two. I don't know, but I was going to talk to Mom and Mika about the dinner invitations. I mean, it's not every day a famous chef invites me to dinner, especially a gorgeous one.

When I got home, Mom was doing laundry and vacuuming. I put my dirty clothes in the pile and went to take a shower. I wanted to masturbate, but Mom was home, and it didn't feel right doing that while she was cleaning the house. When I got out and dressed, I started helping with the housework. I told Mom about my evening with Simone, but not every detail about my talks with Anza. I did mention she would like us to come to dinner, and Mom recalled the same invitation, but there hadn't been any follow-up. I reminded her that Anza was really busy with a new business venture, which was why I was watching Simone.

The rest of the day, I did homework and then made dinner for us. We stayed up watching a new sci-fi series on our streaming service. It was pretty good, and we were tempted to binge it, but we were both tired. However, I wasn't too tired to masturbate after I closed my bedroom door for the night. I got my toy out of my drawer, then lay in my bed picturing Mika and me together, then Anza catching us. She was a little hesitant to join, but my imaginary Anza slowly caved as she watched Mika and me making love in front of her. Mika and I each suckled Anza as she moaned and spoke Spanish to us. She called us both cariño, which made my strappy dive deeper in me, and brought me to a sweet climax. When I finished, I put the toy on the nightstand to clean in the morning. I doubt my fantasy would ever come true, but it was yummy anyway.

The next day, I called Mika and told her we had an invitation to Simone's for dinner, and Noa was also invited. She loved that idea, so I had her pick several nights that I could suggest to Anza. She told me she had the next three weekends free, so I made a note to let Anza know. Later that day, I texted Anza to let her know Mika and Noa were thrilled to be invited to dinner with her. I included the dates we could attend and then thanked her once more.

The next day, I received a text back suggesting the second Friday night around seven. Her text was all in Spanish, which I thought was cool. Before replying, I switched my phone to Spanish, then replied with smiley emojis and said that we'd be there. I received heart emojis with a couple of kisses, and we'll see you three then. That made me tingle.

The next Saturday on the pitch, Simone was very excited that we'd be coming over for dinner the following Friday night. She told me I needed to keep practicing on that video game because she was really going to kick my tushy. Mika and I smiled, and then we teased her a bit, telling her Mika was an expert at it. She didn't believe us, but we kept the ruse up anyway. While Simone was running drills with the rest of our group, I met Anza at her car. She'd bought a new video game console for Simone and gave me her older one with the soccer game to practice on. She said it would be fun to watch me beat her when I came over. I thanked her, and we hugged. I told her I'd practice as much as I could with my busy schedule.

When we arrived at Simone's on Friday night, Anza greeted us in shorts and a loose tee. We'd dressed very casually in shorts and blouses. She apologized because Simone had a last-minute sleepover at one of her soccer teammates' houses. They'd won their division and were having a pizza party/sleepover. Mika and I were both disappointed, and we told Anza we could come back another night, but she had everything ready for us.

When we entered the house, Anza reached for Noa. Mika handed him over, and it was fun watching our hostess talk baby talk to him in Spanish. We headed to the kitchen to get drinks for us and a snack for Noa. After getting some juice for Noa and wine for us, we sat around the kitchen table talking. Anza had already prepped our dinner; the appetizer was honey garlic red Argentine shrimp, followed by the main course, Carbonada Criolla, and then for dessert, Anza made chocotorta.

They sounded wonderful, and from the aroma of the Carbonada, I figured they'd be delicious. Plus, Anza was a famous chef, so it was a no-brainer; we'd love it.

Since it was already past seven, we let Noa wear himself out, crawling around the kitchen and living room, exploring as we watched him. We talked with Anza, and Mika did more than I did, getting to know more about each other. We talked about Mom and what she was up to, and then once Noa started getting cranky, Mika changed him and slipped him into his sleeper. Anza asked to hold him, and within a few minutes, he was fast asleep. We'd brought his little sleeping pool, so while our hostess held him, we got it out and set it up in the living room.

With Noa happily sleeping, we adjourned to the kitchen for dinner. Anza refilled our glasses, then asked us to sit, and she'd serve us. Anza served the Carbonada from a large bowl, and she ladled the delicious-smelling stew or whatever it was after serving the shrimp appetizers. We ate, drank, laughed, and talked as the evening wore on. Now and then, Mika would get up and check on Noa, then return. Dinner lasted almost an hour, and we had such a great time talking. When dinner was over, Mika and I helped clear the table and clean up despite Anza telling us to just sit.

We were on our second bottle of wine, doing the dishes, and laughing at bad jokes, some of which I had to translate into English for Mika. When we were putting away the dishes and getting ready for dessert, our hostess excused herself to go to the bathroom. While she was gone, Mika and I had a chance to slip into each other's arms and kiss. It was a long, passionate kiss, so long that Anza surprised us when she returned.

She was smiling when she told us, "Go ahead, young lovers, kiss all you want. I don't mind. I'll check on Noa."

Mika and I blushed, and then our lips met again briefly while our hostess was checking on the baby. She surprised us again. We broke our kiss and noticed she was standing in the doorway, smiling.

We blushed once more as she said, “You two look so lovely together. Women and girls don't do that in the little town where I grew up. Mi pequeño pueblo era muy religioso.”

I translated that for Mika, but she'd kinda figured it out and smiled, telling Anza many people here don't like seeing it, but it's the way things are.

Then Anza suggested we kiss again while she got dessert ready. Mika and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and kissed once more. Anza continued setting the table and getting our dessert ready while Mika and I made out. She walked past us and whispered, "Muy encantadora.”

Mika and I paused, and I whispered the translation to her, "Very lovely." Mika giggled as we returned to kissing. When everything was on the table, Anza stood next to us, one hand on my rear and one on Mika's, and quietly said, "I hate to break you two up, but it's time for dessert."

Mika giggled, then looked at our hostess, replying, “I started already.”

I guess the wine loosened Mika's inhibitions a little bit, because what she said and the way she said it sounded so sexy. We broke our embrace and then sat at the table with our hostess. The chocotorta was simply divine. Mika and I were having fun feeding each other bites back and forth as Anza watched. When I asked if she'd like a bite, our hostess grinned and said, "Si, cariño."

I cut a piece off with my fork, then scooted my chair closer to her. Then placed the small piece of cake in my fingers to feed her. She opened her mouth, letting me slip it between her luscious lips. She chewed it slowly as she watched our eyes widen. Then she asked Mika if she could share a bite with her. Mika looked over at me as I nodded, then said, "Sure."

Our lovely hostess took a piece off her small saucer and gently placed it between Mika's lips. I was mesmerized watching them. I noticed their eyes lock as Mika closed her mouth around the tasty morsel between Anza's fingers. They stared at each other as Anza slowly removed her fingers from my love's lips and then placed them in her own mouth. She slowly withdrew and licked them seductively as she sat back to watch Mika chew and swallow. I was going to say something, but I had no words for how erotic it looked. The silence was interrupted when Mika said it was my turn. She cut a small bite and then fed me as Anza watched. Mika let her fingers linger between my lips, then slowly withdrew them as Anza did to her. I chewed slowly as both ladies watched, waiting for me to finish

and select the next bite, wondering who I might pick.

We kept switching partners, tasting each other's fingers along with the dessert, until we no longer had anything on our plates. My heart was racing the entire time, wondering what, if anything, it might lead to. But nothing happened, which dumbfounded me. It seemed like Anza was seducing us, but maybe with Noa there, she changed her mind, or maybe she was just flirting.

I volunteered to wash the plates and silverware, but Anza told me to put them in the dishwasher. It was getting late, and Mika mentioned she'd told her parents she'd be back by eleven. I know she's an adult, but she had Noa with us, so I didn't argue with her.

Anza thanked us for coming over despite Simone not being there. She said that she enjoyed watching us kiss, then explained that she'd never had that experience back in Argentina and was curious about it. She liked the way we kissed, and maybe someday she'd get the nerve to actually kiss another woman. I almost thought Mika was going to volunteer to be her first, but I think she was a little embarrassed that things happened the way they did. It had to be the wine, combined with our not seeing each other for so long. I knew I was horny, and I figured Mika was also.

Anza asked Mika if she was good to drive, and Mika said she was. Anza kidded her, telling us she'd hide Mika's car keys and make us stay the night if she thought Mika couldn't drive. I almost suggested we stay, but Mika looked sober, and I knew she wouldn't endanger Noa by driving under the influence.

So, we gathered up Noa and thanked Anza for the yummy evening. We both got wonderful hugs, which Mika seemed to really enjoy. Not that I didn't, but hers and Anza's seemed to last longer than mine did.

We put sleepy Noa in his seat, then headed back to my place to drop me off. The first part of our drive was silent. Then, after a few miles, we started talking about dinner and dessert. Mika blamed her risque actions as she called it on the wine and said that Anza was extremely gorgeous. I had to agree with her, at least about Anza. We both thought it odd that she liked watching us kiss. But she'd never kissed another woman despite being gorgeous, nice, and available.

We pondered that for a bit, then Mika asked, "Would you? Kiss her, I mean."

I hesitated to answer but said, "I would, but I'd need your permission, or you'd have to be there with me. I wouldn't go behind your back."

Mika smiled, then replied, "I like your answer, baby. I'd want you there, too."

Then she realized what she said and added, “Oh my, we're getting a little kinky here, Megan. That's definitely new for us.”

I giggled and replied, "Does that freak you out? I mean, that we're even talking about it?"

Mika replied, "Yes, and no. I trust you, baby, and I mean, we tried the strappy, and I love that with you. But another woman? I don't know. Anza has an amazing body, and I love hearing her speak Spanish. But what if she was just sort of flirting with us? I don't know. It's something I've never thought about, but it's kind of exciting."

I replied, “Well, I could speak Spanish to you in bed if you want. I know she has a hot body, but I don't know. We'd have to talk to her some more and see if that's what she was hinting at. It's really confusing, but it's gotten me all worked up. Do you think you and Noa could stay the night?”

Mika said, "I'd love to, baby, but I didn't bring much food for him. I'd all horned up, too. I'd love to stay, but I just can't do that, sorry."

I told Mika I understood and not to worry about it. The rest of the drive to my place was very quiet as we both thought about our evening. When Mika dropped me off, I went straight to my room, undressed, grabbed the toy, and brought myself to another wonderful climax, imagining Mika, Anza, and me making love. After I finished, I lay in the dark, thinking. It had been too long since Mika and I had some private time; I really needed to make love to her. Then I started thinking about us long-term. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but I was getting tired of masturbating. I longed for another girl in bed with me, but I didn't want to cheat on my love. I briefly thought about Brandi, but if it got back to Mika, I couldn't live with myself.

The following week, I got a call from Anza asking me and Mom to meet her at the dean's office at the only private university in town, Saint Nicolas University. I asked why, and she said she wanted to show the school to us. I think that was because I'd been talking with our soccer group about possible schools. Simone had asked if I'd considered the one Anza was now suggesting. I'd laughed when Simone suggested it. It was way beyond what Mom and I could afford. But Anza wanted Mom and me to tour with her; she'd let us pick the day and time, but I thought I should at least take a look at it. I told her I'd talk with Mom and let her know. I told Mom, and she thought it was weird but didn't see any reason not to. If I really liked it, she'd have to look closer at our finances to see if we could afford it even with the money Dad had set aside. I texted Anza and said we could be there most afternoons during the week, and thanked her.

Mom and I met her near the administration building on a Wednesday afternoon. We walked around for a bit, then ended up at the Dean of Admission's office. When we went in, I recognized the soccer coach and whispered to Mom that I thought I had seen her a few weeks back at a scrimmage we had at school and again during a couple of our Saturday workouts. Mom didn't say anything, but when Anza introduced us, Coach Bello ushered the three of us into a conference room. We sat around a large oak table that had a couple of open file folders on it.

Introductions were made, and then Coach Bello got to the point, "Megan, the university would like to offer you a full-ride scholarship, playing soccer for us. I know, after talking with Ms. Avila, that we're not your first choice. We're in the process of building what we think will be a championship team, and we'd like you to be a part of it."

I looked over at Anza and then Mom. They were both grinning, looking at me. I looked back at Coach Bello, who was waiting for a reply.

I asked, "A full ride? For me? This isn't an April Fools joke, is it?"

Coach Bello laughed, "No, it's a little too soon for that. Tell you what, take this paperwork home and read it over. Call me if you have any questions. I've seen you play, and my assistants have done the same. I've also seen your work ethic, young lady, and I've talked to your coach. My assistants and I feel you'd fit right in, so please think about us and let me know."

I asked her, "Coach Bello, I'm honored that you'd consider me. I know the university's academic reputation, but do you offer a teaching program or something similar? I haven't looked at what you have, because I didn't think I could afford to attend here. So, I don't have a clue what I would major in if I attended. Aren't you like a religious university? Because I'm not religious at all."

Coach Bello smiled as she replied, "We have quite a variety of majors to choose from, Megan. I believe a degree in elementary education is one, and we had a few similar degrees available. Yes, we are religiously affiliated, but we accept students of all faiths. It's not a requirement to attend."

I replied, "Okay, how long do I have to think about it? I mean, it sounds great! But I want to talk it over with my mother first."

Coach Bello smiled, then said, “I think that's a good idea, Megan. How about two weeks? Is that enough time?”

I looked over at Mom, and she nodded her head. I swear her smile was glued in place, and I could tell she wanted to get up and cheer. I told Coach Bello that there was plenty of time and thanked her. She rose from her seat and closed the file folder as I rose to shake her hand. Mom and Anza also stood, still beaming. I thanked Coach Bello again for the offer and said that it was a pleasure to meet her. I asked if I could tour the school, and the coach said to call her. She'd have one of her assistants or one of the current players take me on a tour. She also said that Mom was certainly welcome. I took the file folder from her, and then we all followed her out of the conference room. My heart was racing, and I wanted to yell out loud because I was ecstatic. But I didn't because Mom and Anza would be embarrassed.

We said goodbye after the Coach escorted us outside; she said she hoped that when she saw me next, it would be to introduce me to the team. I smiled and thanked her again.

I was thinking this couldn't be real, but it was. I turned to look at Mom and Anza, and I began to cry. Both of them were crying as I tried to compose myself. Without speaking, I walked over to Anza with my arms wide open to hug her. She embraced me as Mom watched. The hug was one of pure affection; I whispered, "Gracias, bella dama," as she whispered back, "De nada, niña hermosa."

I felt like kissing her full on the mouth. I was so excited, but I refrained. I turned to Mom, tears still streaming down my face, and hugged her. After we embraced, we stood around, mopping the tears from our cheeks. I asked Mom what she thought, and she said that it was all up to me. She'd read about the school after Anza had suggested it on one of their runs. Anza cut in and said she thought I needed more options, so she suggested it. She knew Coach Bello from visiting Simone's soccer team when she held a clinic for them. I thanked her again for thinking about me.

As we walked to our cars, my lovely benefactor, Anza, invited us over for dinner whenever we had time. We thanked her once more as we continued walking. Mom said we'd text her after checking our calendars.

As we were driving home, Mom suggested we take Anza up on her dinner offer soon, since I told her about the dinner Mika and I had. I did leave out the sexy part, not that Mom really needed to know about the flirting. After we got home, Mom and I looked at our calendars. We came up with several dates, then I texted Anza. She said the second Thursday in April was best for her, so I confirmed with Mom and then texted back that we'd be there.

I actually waited a day before calling Coach Bello and telling her I'd love to attend and play soccer for them. I'd looked at the university's website and found several education majors to pick from. Coach Bello sounded thrilled and reassured me I'd be welcome there. We set a date for the tour, but in the meantime, I needed to sign the letter of intent and return it to the school. I told her it was already signed and I'd drop it off after school in the next couple of days. She thanked me, and I thanked her, said our goodbyes, then hung up.

I texted Mika and asked her to call me when she had time to talk. I didn't tell her what I wanted to talk about and thought I'd surprise her. When she finally called, I told her about my scholarship. I think she was more excited than I was. I thanked her for helping me improve my game and also for letting Simone practice with us. We talked about the university, Simone and Anza, and more about how much we missed each other. I practically begged her to come over because I missed her so much. She said she'd try, but she couldn't stay the night.

I said, “Just snuggling with you for a couple of hours would be nice.”

Mika replied, “Poor baby, I know. I want you so much. I'll tell Mom and Dad I need to go shopping for something, or just make something up, so I can get away for a bit. I miss you, baby.”

I purred, then told her, “Maybe we could FaceTime again and get naughty.”

Mika giggled, “OMG, baby. You are naughty already! I'd be scared someone would walk in and catch us.”

I sighed, then said, “It's okay. I don't want you getting in trouble. But I miss you, Mika.”

Mika replied, “I know, it's mutual. I need to move out of the house, but I can't afford daycare. It's crazy expensive.”

I was very disappointed but remained optimistic when I told her, "We'll figure something out. Let me know when you can sneak away. I need to run. Kisses."

Mika replied, "I miss you too. Bye, baby. I love you."

We hung up, and I thought about talking to Mom and asking for advice, but I decided not to. So, I went back to the university's website and looked at it more closely before Mom and I went on the tour. I looked at the various undergrad degrees, and two stood out. Kinesiology may be a major, and Psychology may be a minor. I'd have to talk to someone at the university before deciding, but I had plenty of time for that.

I sat back in my chair and wished June and graduation would hurry up and get here. But it was only mid-March, and I was ready to get on with the next part of my life.