by Annette Mori
Deb groaned. “Go inside, fill me up.”
With her index and middle fingers, Olivia penetrated Deb’s opening. Deb’s body bucked, as she matched Olivia’s movements, stroke for stroke.
Olivia was sure if anyone else were in the house they would certainly hear Deb’s loud moans and encouragements to continue. Deb’s vocal outpouring created an immediate response in Olivia, as her own arousal increased exponentially.
“Mmm, yes, almost there, don’t stop, oh God, please don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Olivia’s fingers curled up inside of Deb’s vagina, as she felt the soft spongy area where she knew Deb’s G-spot was located. Ten seconds later, she felt the contractions pulse against her fingers.
A loud, long moan reached Olivia’s ears, as she felt Deb’s orgasm. She slowed her touch and extended the contractions until she had pulled out every second of pleasure.
“Holy shit, I think you went from not touching your racing bike to winning the Tour de France,” Deb declared.
Olivia chuckled before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Nothing better than hopping back on a bike.”
“You got that right. My turn.”
Before Olivia had a chance to react, Deb had flipped her on her back. “You’re a lot stronger than you look.”
“Slow or fast?” Deb asked.
“Well, considering I’m about ready to explode. Fast please.”
“Slow it is.” Deb shot Olivia an evil grin.
As Deb moved across her body, Olivia groaned.
Chapter Twenty-five
Kathleen woke up to find Jeremy’s long arms wrapped around her body. She was thankful Jeremy liked to spoon, especially in the morning right before they woke up. The girls were already long gone. It was Saturday—one of their busiest days. She cringed, as she remembered the comment she’d made about their business being a hobby and Siera securing a real job after earning her Bachelor’s degree. On some level, she knew she’d overstepped, but the horse was already out of the barn. After Carrie had made her comments, Kathleen had added to the insensitivity. Thank goodness, Jeremy was so level headed. She felt blessed she had a forgiving daughter. Bri was equally good-natured, when Kathleen had called and begged Siera to bring Bri over to spend the night. She’d needed to make amends, and she’d done that.
Kathleen had to admit Bri and Siera adored one another, and their business was going strong. It wasn’t like they were moving across the country. In reality, the house wasn’t very far away at all—just down the road. She wasn’t losing her daughter at all. However, it did scare her when Siera declared her intent to marry Bri. Marriage was an entirely different issue that Kathleen hadn’t quite worked through yet. Jeremy had mentioned he wanted to talk with her today about something else, and she knew by the way he hedged she wasn’t going to like what he had to share.
As Kathleen slipped out of bed, Jeremy opened his eyes and smiled.
“Any chance you can get the coffee started? I’ll be up in a few minutes and can make us some breakfast,” Jeremy offered.
“Deal,” Kathleen answered.
Jeremy always made the coffee too strong and she would complain loudly. So they’d eased into a routine where she would make the coffee, and he would cook up the steel-cut oats. On occasion, they would have blueberry pancakes. Kathleen always made those, because Jeremy wasn’t as meticulous about placing the blueberries evenly on the batter while they cooked.
Jeremy yawned and scratched his behind, as he walked into the kitchen.
“Real attractive, hon,” Kathleen exclaimed and shot him a disgusted look.
“What?”
“Do all men scratch their ass in the morning and rearrange their family jewels in the evening without any concern for who might be watching?”
“Yes, yes we do. It’s a rite of passage we teach our offspring. Toby took to it like a fish in water.” Jeremy grinned.
“Just wash your hands, please, before making the oats.”
Kathleen finished making the coffee, poured two cups, and set them on the kitchen table. She sat there sipping her coffee and watching her husband in the quiet solitude of the morning, while she started to slowly wake up.
Jeremy set a bowl of oats in front of Kathleen. Honey was already on the table, and Kathleen spooned a generous amount on her cereal. Jeremy squeezed coconut nectar on his.
“Okay, honey, time to come clean. I’ve had my first cup of coffee. Tell me whatever it is you believe I’ll go ballistic over,” Kathleen said.
“Olivia found a lesbian sex book in Bri’s nightstand, and she’s convinced Bri and Siera are having an intimate relationship with one another, beyond kissing,” Jeremy blurted out.
“What? How could Olivia allow that to happen? Are they having sex in Siera’s bedroom too? I thought their relationship was innocent, and now you’re telling me they’re having sex right under our noses, in my house,” Kathleen yelled.
“Our house, and I think you forget Siera is almost twenty-three and perfectly capable of making adult decisions.”
“Stop, just stop. You know as well as I do that Siera is innocent. I don’t give a shit about that old argument I should treat her like any other normal adult, because she isn’t. Bri is taking advantage of her innocence, and you idiots are all encouraging it,” Kathleen raged.
“Are you actually listening to yourself? You do realize Bri is a sweet, loving, young woman who loves our daughter. I, for one, will be damn proud to welcome her to the family. You will not interfere. I know it takes you some time to get used to things, but I swear Kathleen, if you interfere in your daughter’s happiness, I will never forgive you. Like you never forgave my initial reaction to Siera. I was wrong then, and you are wrong now.”
“Are you actually suggesting I should be happy about Siera’s declaration she wants to marry Bri and have sex with her?” Kathleen asked.
“Yes, I am. You take whatever time you need, but when those two girls become officially engaged, and they will, we will celebrate with them and throw the best damn wedding this town has ever seen. If you can’t come to terms with this, then you better fucking keep your mouth shut. I’ll not lose my daughter over your narrow-minded, knee-jerk reaction to something you, of all people, should know better.” Jeremy’s chair screeched across the wood floor and punctuated his position, as he stalked out of the room.
“At least my sister isn’t a low-life, slime bag like your brother,” Kathleen yelled to the empty room.
†
Deb had her hand propped up on her head, as she watched Olivia’s golden hair fan over the pillow. Olivia had a slight smile, as she continued to sleep. Deb reached across with her free hand and caressed Olivia’s cheek. They’d made love several times, but Deb had restrained herself from telling Olivia she’d fallen madly in love with her three years ago and wanted to explore a future with her. She could see herself asking Olivia to marry her and having at least two kids. Olivia was everything she’d always wanted in a loving partner.
Olivia’s silver-blue eyes popped open. “Are you watching me sleep?”
“Mmm hmm. I could get used to waking up next to you every morning.” Deb bent to kiss Olivia. “In a bed and not on the couch,” she amended.
Olivia chuckled. “It certainly is more comfortable than my couch when you fall asleep on movie nights.”
“And much nicer than your guest room,” Deb added.
Olivia’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She quirked her eyebrow, as she saw the screen and recognized Jeremy’s number. Placing it on her forehead she said, “I predict this is the warning call from Jeremy. He talked to Kathleen this morning and is now calling to provide the grim update. You’d better hightail it to your sister’s so we can double team her before she does something rash she will regret.”
“Shit. Why do I have to play cleanup?”
“Because you’re good at it.” Olivia pressed the button. “Hey, Jeremy…. Yep, that’s what we thought…. No, Deb’s right here…. Serious
ly, I am not dignifying that with an answer.” Olivia waved her hand at Deb, who raised her eyebrow. “I’m sending her over right now.” Olivia sighed. “Sure, come on over, and no, you aren’t getting any details. We need to deal with this emergency and not get sidetracked. I swear guys are worse than women.” Olivia chuckled as she ended the call.
Deb smiled. “You can tell Jeremy. He means well. He’s been rooting for me.”
“You talked about us?”
Deb pushed the covers aside and jumped out of bed. “Sure.” She frowned, as she looked at the neat pile of clothes on the dresser. “Well, it looks like I’ll be wearing my good clothes when I visit my sister.” Her face brightened. “Hey, maybe that will distract her from the bomb Jeremy detonated.”
“Don’t count on it. Not that I don’t want to spend an enjoyable morning in bed with you, doing scrumptious things to that smoking body of yours, but I think you’d better hurry. Hurricane Kathleen might head over to the clinic before you have a chance to stop her.”
“I know, I know, I’m on it.” Deb slipped on her pants, leaving the underwear, and buttoned her shirt after putting on her bra. She quickly kissed Olivia. “Wish me luck.”
“Oh honey, you’re going to need more than luck, but you got it, babe.”
“You know, I already feel lucky. I finally got you in the sack. Today is my lucky day. I will make sure she doesn’t blow her stack and let shit fly everywhere.”
Olivia smacked Deb’s rear. “Got me in the sack, huh? I do believe I made the first move.”
“Mmm hmm and what a move that was. I’m coming back, and we’re going to have our own serious conversation.” Deb pulled Olivia into an embrace and gave her a proper kiss before running out the door.
The kiss left Olivia breathless, and she knew today was the day to admit she’d fallen in love with the vivacious woman.
†
Kathleen had never seen Jeremy so angry. Clearly, he was still upset that their biggest fights usually prompted her to throw up his initial reaction to Siera. It always hit a raw nerve. She knew that, like she realized it was definitely a below-the-belt hit. Ironically, he’d stomped out of the house before she had regurgitated that old argument. He’d been the first to mention it this time. Kathleen was pissed, and his words did not penetrate her stubbornness, regardless of his dramatic exit.
She grabbed her keys and stomped out the door, ready to go to the clinic to stop the nonsense. Yes, Siera was almost twenty-three, but certainly, her maturity level was more along the lines of a sixteen-year-old. What mother would let their sixteen-year-old have sex with her girlfriend? She was right about this no matter what Jeremy, Olivia, or Deb said about it. Sometimes, you had to fight for what was right. It wasn’t about Siera being a lesbian, though she wasn’t necessarily convinced about that either. It was about all the added complications sex and marriage would bring to the couple, who were far too young to consider the consequences, even if they were one hundred percent sure about their sexual preference.
Deb’s car screeched into her driveway and blocked her from leaving. Kathleen unclipped her seat belt, jumped out, and slammed her car door, as she stomped toward Deb. She motioned for Deb to open her window. “Get out of my way, Deb, and stay the fuck out of this. I know Jeremy sent you.”
“Yes, he did, and you’re going to thank both of us later.”
“I swear, I’m going to punch you in the throat if you don’t move.” Kathleen put her hands on her hips.
“Sheez. You definitely got Mom’s temper. Give me five minutes. If you still want to zoom to the clinic, make an ass out of yourself, and do irreparable damage, I won’t stop you, but I will say I told you so after the fact.”
Kathleen turned her wrist over and glanced at her watch. “You’ve got four minutes and fifty seconds left.”
“Uh. My five minutes starts when you plop your ass down in your kitchen after pouring me a cup of coffee. I need a clear head, and I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
“Fine.” Kathleen pivoted on her heel and stomped back inside.
†
Deb puffed out her cheeks, blew out the air, and followed her sister into the house. She sat at the table and gathered her strength. For a second, her mind wandered to her night with Olivia and she smiled.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” Kathleen sniped.
“I’ll tell you after I’ve saved you from running off half-cocked. Let me ask you this, Kathleen.”
“What?”
“Do you love your daughter?”
“Of course I do. What the hell kind of question is that?”
“Good, because I was beginning to think you stopped loving her. Right about now, it seems you’re about to do something that demonstrates the exact opposite.”
Kathleen crossed her arms across her chest. “I am not.”
“Coffee, please,” Deb responded.
Kathleen poured coffee into a cup and set it and the cream and sugar in front of Deb. “Why is it that any time I try to do anything to protect my daughter, everyone tosses that lame argument in my face?”
“I’m going to ignore that for a second.” Deb fixed her coffee, pouring cream and dishing a spoonful of sugar into the cup. After taking a sip, she continued. “Ahhhh. Do you think Siera is happy right now?”
“Yes,” Kathleen answered hesitantly.
“Was she happy three years ago, before she met Bri?” Deb asked.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?”
“Absolutely everything. Siera knows how she feels about Bri. Give her some fucking credit and stop being such a goddamned prude. So, they’re having sex and expressing their love physically for one another. She can’t get pregnant, so what are you really worried about?” Deb asked.
Kathleen slumped in her chair. “What will people think about me, if I let this happen and do nothing?”
“Let what happen? Let them freely express their love like any other normal couple, let them get married, again like any other normal couple? Since when do you care what people think?”
“They’ll be picked on. People can be so cruel,” Kathleen defended.
“Yes, they can, and they have been. Siera has faced that her whole life, and now that she has other people in her life to love and support her, she feels better about herself. She absolutely glows around Bri. Please, Kathleen, don’t do anything to take that away from her or give her the message that her love for Bri is somehow wrong. You know how sensitive she is to how others perceive her. She needs your support, not your disapproval. You’ll lose her, if you don’t accept her. She’ll gravitate toward Olivia, and I’m here to tell you straight up we will be there for her if you reject her.”
“I’m already afraid of losing her. She’s always confided everything to me, and now I’m the last to know about this recent development. My little bird is leaving the nest, and I’m not ready.”
Deb stood and put her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Let us help you get ready, because Siera will fly back now and again. She’ll want the help and support from her mother, not her aunts. Just so you know, Siera picked out a ring for Bri, and she will ask Bri to marry her. The only reason she asked me to help her pick out the ring and think of a romantic way to ask was because you let her know you weren’t on board. Keep expressing that disapproval, and you’ll push her away for good. Since you have more panache than I do, please don’t make me have to step in to help her pick out her wedding dress.”
“You’d probably pick out a tux to make it easier.”
Deb chuckled. “It’s a good idea.”
“Siera likes dresses.”
“So, do I need to call the rest of the cavalry to get you to listen to reason, or has our little talk resulted in a successful mission?” Deb asked.
Kathleen looked at her watch. “You’re losing your touch. It took ten minutes.” She stood up and Deb accepted a heartfelt hug.
“I love you, Sis. I knew there was some
logical reason for your reaction. When I have kids and start to hover, I know you’ll return the favor,” Deb said.
“Okay, can we move to a new subject? Can I ask what’s going on with you, because I definitely detect a spring in your step?”
“I spent the night with Olivia,” Deb admitted.
“So what, you crash at her place all the time.”
“No, I mean we finally did the horizontal mambo.”
“Gosh, Deb, I know you care about Olivia. Why so crass?”
“You’re right. We made love last night; it wasn’t sex. I love her, and I’m petrified she doesn’t return the depth of my feelings. Although, I have to say, I really felt the emotion last night, and I don’t think I was the only one.”
“Did you tell her you love her?”
“God no, it’s too soon for that.”
“No, it isn’t. You two have been in love with each other for three years. It’s about damn time you both fessed up,” Kathleen said.
“You invited Carrie to the party to prompt a response from Olivia, didn’t you?”
Kathleen shrugged. “Jealousy works.”
“Kathleen, I don’t even know where to start with how wrong that logic is. At the same time, I have to admit to being grateful things have turned out the way they did. I went to dinner with Carrie last night and learned the reason why she left.”
“Really, why?”
“You don’t want to know, and I am not going to tell you, because I just got you calmed down. Please, Kathleen, let it go. I’m happy and that’s all that matters.”
“All right. I do like Olivia. I think you two are good for each other. I approve.”
Deb chuckled. “Well that’s good, but I don’t need your approval. Just like Siera doesn’t need your approval either. Your support is a whole other story.”
“Enough said. I got the sharp point of your tongue earlier. Let me rephrase. You have my support, and so will Siera. Point, set, and match. You all win. God, now I have to tell Jeremy he was right again. He’ll be an insufferable ass.”
