Upon a Wishing Flower

by Amy DeMeritt

  After saying goodbye to Georgina Krum, my favorite living artist, we walk away, leaving her to be a fly on the wall of her own exhibit. I take Hannah’s hand and look at her with a big cheesy grin on my face. She laughs and leans over to kiss my lips.

  “You are so adorable. Baby, I am so happy for you. You deserve something amazing to happen in your life.”

  “Something amazing already happened in my life that I am still relishing in and will for as long as possible.”

  “Well, thank you, but you still deserve this. What time does this last till?”

  “A couple more hours, why?”

  “Ok, well I see Jared Coffman’s exhibit over there. Can we get some water or something before we go stake out the place? My mouth is really dry.”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  Thankfully, we’re close by a bar area and don’t have to fight our way through the crowd again to get back to the front of the room. I buy us a couple fancy glass bottles of Italian water with straws and we shuffle back through the crowd.

  When we enter his exhibit, I spot Jared in the center of a large group of women and a few men. We walk around and pretend to look at the photographs while inconspicuously looking at everyone around us. We circle the room a few times, but Isabell, in either of her forms, is nowhere to be found.

  We hang out for a little while, and then go to a couple neighboring exhibits while still keeping our eyes on Jared, so we don’t draw suspicion to ourselves by staying in his exhibit for too long. As the night draws to a close, the crowds thin and it’s easier to see across the room at a greater distance. Neither of us spot even a possible look alike for Isabell.

  We wait till they are starting to request stragglers to leave. Before we walk out of the door, we take one last look back at the convention room and scan the remaining patrons. Nothing – so sign of Isabell at all.

  When we get back in the car, Hannah leans her head back and exhales deeply.

  “Brooke, I really hope that we didn’t miss her and something already happened or she’s still in there and now we’re not there to stop something from happening.”

  “Well, security is rounding people up and shooing them towards the exits, so hopefully, if she is still in there, they won’t allow her to stay. You should text her tomorrow to see how she’s doing. If she answers, we’ll at least know she’s safe.”

  “Ok. I’m really glad we came. Aside from the lookout mission and worrying about Isabell, tonight was a lot of fun and I really liked doing this with you.”

  “Yeah, I’m glad we came. And not just because I’m going to have an awesome piece of art to hang on my walls soon. I loved having you on my arm while we looked at art together and talked about what we liked and didn’t like. It was nice. I’ve never really had anyone to talk about art with or that appreciated it like you do.”

  The ex I had met at an exhibit like this was only there for extra credit for a class in school, so her interest in the art wasn’t really to appreciate it, but to report on it for her class.

  “I still like your work the best though. Your work made me feel something. The other photographers in there didn’t move me the same way. I liked some of what I saw, but it didn’t have the same feel.”

  “I will borrow Georgina’s words. ‘That is quite a compliment.’”

  Hannah smiles and gives me a sweet tender kiss.

  Chapter Fourteen

  While I’m unlocking my front door, Hannah slips a hand around my waist, resting her hand on my lower stomach, and presses her front to my back. She breathes in my scent and then exhales into my neck.

  “You look so good in this suit.”

  I smile and my cheeks blush. As soon as I get the door open, and we step inside, she pins me against the wall.

  “Do you know how hard it has been all night not touching and kissing you?”

  Her mouth is hovering just above mine with a parted smile on her lips and her bright blue eyes holding mine.

  “I really love this dress on you, but I’d really like to take it off of you now.”

  Hannah’s smile spreads as she takes my hand and pulls me after her to my living room. She gently pushes me down to sit on the sofa, kicks off her heels, and straddles my lap. She discards her shawl to the far end of the sofa and then wraps her arms around my neck.

  Hannah brings her lips within centimeters of my lips, and asks, “If we had just started dating, and you weren’t in love with me yet, would Georgina have a chance?” I smile and grip her thighs, yanking her down against me firmly. “I stopped being able to see any other woman the moment my eyes locked on yours the first day I met you.”

  Hannah’s eyes mist up a little and her lips slightly quiver before she presses them to mine and engages me in one of the most amazing kisses she has ever given me. We are quickly struggling for air as our lips and tongues lash together in a hot passionate tumbling.

  I glide my hands up her thighs, under the skirt of her dress, and grip and massage her hips. Hannah thrusts against me and my hands instinctually slip back around her ass. I gasp and moan as my hands grip her bare cheeks. She’s wearing a thong. Hannah moans as I massage her cheeks and pull her in against me, causing her center to rub against mine.

  Hannah pulls back to catch her breath, so I move into her neck. My lips press into the delicate curve of her neck, drag upwards, and wrap around her earlobe. I give her ear a gentle tug and Hannah moans. Down her neck, I drag my lips, teeth, and tongue. Just where the neck and shoulder meet, I give her a firm nibble and Hannah releases a small gasping sound of pleasure.

  I don’t want to release her firm cheeks, but I pull my hands from her skirt and loop my fingers through the spaghetti straps of her dress. Slowly, I pull her top down and Hannah pulls her arms free, allowing me to pull the dress completely off her shoulders and chest.

  Her nipples are already hard from her arousal. I lower my head to her chest and trace the tip of my tongue around each hardened nub before taking as much of her breast as I can into my mouth and flicking the nipple fast and hard with my tongue. Hannah moans and pushes her chest against me, making my teeth dig into the tender globe I’m holding in my mouth. I drag my teeth down over her flesh and gently bite her nipple before sucking the nub into my mouth, sucking hard and slow. Hannah grips the back of my head, holding me against her, and moans loudly.

  While I suck on her nipple, I massage her other breast and slip my other hand back under her dress to grip her ass. This is probably my favorite position to start in when making love to a woman, particularly, Hannah. I have the best access to everything at once like this.

  After playing with her breasts for a while, I pull the dress down further so it is around her waist and her rapidly pumping stomach is made bare for me. With her heavy breathing, Hannah’s stomach is slightly clenching and unclenching in a beautifully sexy way. I run my hands down her front, over her breasts, and down her stomach. I wrap one arm around her waist, and I press into the center of her chest with the other, encouraging her to bend back slightly so I can reach her stomach. Hannah follows my prompt and leans back.

  I can almost reach her bellybutton with my tongue. I drag the tip of my tongue up the center of her stomach and Hannah’s muscles clench and she releases a small sound of pleasure. I kiss and suck her soft almond cream skin, all over her stomach, ribs, and chest. I want, no, I need, to get between her legs now. I wrap both arms around her and shift to help her lay down on the lounger. Hannah smiles and swallows hard. In one easy tug, I pull her dress and thong off of her, leaving her completely naked and panting on my sofa.

  “So beautiful.” I run my hands up her thighs, propping her legs open wide for me. “Sweet ambrosia, you are soaked, Hannah.”

  She giggles at my bursting, but moans as soon as my tongue licks up the full length of her. Hannah likes a fast hard tongue lashing on her center, so I go full speed, pressing in firmly and flicking as hard as I can. Her hands dig into the sofa and she screams out in pleasure .

  I
pump my tongue in and out of her fast and deep. Each time I bottom out inside of her, my nose presses into her clit and she moans. After a few minutes, I feel a fresh flow of her nectar pour out of her onto my tongue and I moan as I sop it all up.

  Suddenly, Hannah lets out a sharp moan and grabs the back of my head. Hannah’s hips thrust wild and hard against my tongue and face. I moan against her as I feel her all over me. I try to keep my tongue firm and flat against her as her hips movements become erratic and fast. I want my tongue to hit the spots she needs, but I have zero control right now to deliver this orgasm for her. She has taken control by holding my head and thrusting against me. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced. Her sweet nectar is covering my entire mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose.

  Somehow, I’m able to dip my tongue inside her and Hannah screams out and pulls me in deeper. Her legs wrap around my back and her heels dig into my shoulders as her body starts to tremble. I press my thumb against her clit as I twist and flick my tongue inside her and Hannah screams with a final hard thrust against my face. Her slick rushes past my tongue as her orgasm expels a fresh flow from her center.

  Hannah releases my head and her legs fall back open as she gasps and pants for air. I gently lap up her juice and tease her clit, making her body shudder. Hannah moans and grabs my face, pulling me out of her. She looks drunk. She has a cheesy lazy grin on her face and her eyes are just little slits as she struggles to open her eyes to look at me.

  “Baby, that was fucking incredible.”

  “You are so damn sexy.”

  She pulls me down on top of herself and starts kissing me with so much longing and urgency that I feel like I could cum just from her kiss.

  While we kiss, Hannah wiggles her hands between us and unbuttons my blouse. She yanks it out of my pants, and with some difficulty, we take my jacket, tie, and shirt off of me while I’m lying on top of her. Hannah firmly cups and palms my breasts, massaging them through my bra before sliding her hands back and unhooking it. A moment later, she’s tossing the black lace aside. Hannah’s hands firmly run down my bare back, grip my ass, and she pulls me against her, making both of us moan. She slightly pushes up on my hips and unbuttons and unzips my pants. Her hands slide in at my hips and squeeze my cheeks.

  Hannah pushes up on me and sits up enough that she can pull my pants and panties off my hips and down around my knees. I quickly reach down and kick them off. Hannah immediately pulls me back down on top of her and starts kissing my neck and shoulders while her hands firmly hold and massage my ass.

  I gasp in surprise and pleasure as her hand slips between my cheeks and a curled finger presses into my opening and tugs backwards, towards my anus. She’s pressing into one of the pleasure spots from her special massage techniques she learned about that come from the middle east or Asia.

  Her finger holds me tugged back, but her fingertip rotates against the spot in a circular massage that makes my eyes roll back, my head to fall into the alcove of her neck, and my toes to curl. Her thumb suddenly presses into a spot between my cheeks and I gasp and thrust against her. I have the overwhelming need for her to be deep inside me, thrusting deep and hard. My clit is pounding and swelling with a strong orgasm building up inside.

  Hannah releases me and adjusts her finger to press in and tug again. She pinches my opening and my anus and tugs the flesh between the two in a firm slow motion. I actually feel the tug in my clit as if she’s tugging on it instead. While holding me from behind, Hannah slips her other hand between us and presses against my clit .

  She pinches the swollen bundle of nerves and my orgasm explodes. My body trembles and shakes against her as she holds me firmly, letting my orgasm finish out. After several moments, my moaning quiets as the burst of ecstasy wears off, and Hannah releases her grip on my sensitive center.

  She runs her hands up my back and wraps her arms around me, holding me close while I catch my breath.

  “That was amazing. I love you, Hannah.”

  “I love you, too. I really like making love with you. It’s so beautiful and loving, yet so carnal and unrestricted at the same time.”

  “That’s the way love should be. Fully expressed with no restraints.” Hannah gently kisses my lips. “I agree. I’m hungry now. Can we have a snack?”

  “Yeah. Let’s put some pajamas on.”

  We stand up and start gathering our clothes. Hannah picks up my pants and laughs.

  “Oh, no. Baby, will this come out? I got all over the front of your pants.”

  I look at the pants she’s holding up. There’s a large white smear across the crotch and tops of the thighs. I laugh and shrug my shoulders.

  “I’m sure I’ll be able to get it out, no problem. It’s not like your sweetness is a permanent varnish.” Hannah giggles and playfully smacks my bare stomach. “Well, I love this pair of pants on you, so if they won’t come clean, I’ll buy you a new pair.”

  “It’s fine, Hannah. I don’t even remember where I bought them or how long ago.” Hannah pouts, making me laugh. “You’re adorable.”

  After we put on some pajamas, we go into the kitchen to find something to snack on. Hannah opens my fridge and freezer at the same time to check the contents.

  “That sherbet looks good. Can we have some of that? ”

  “Sure, but is that going to be enough? Are you very hungry?” She shakes her head. “Not very; I just want a snack.”

  I dish us both up a bowl with a couple big scoops of blackberry sherbet and we take them out to the sofa.

  “Do you want to watch a movie?”

  Hannah nods with a happy smile as she closes her lips around her first spoonful of her smooth sweet frozen treat. With her knees pulled up on the sofa, her bowl held to her chest, and her long golden locks laying across her right shoulder, she has both an innocent childlike look about her and a gorgeous goddess look at the same time. It’s a beautiful sight.

  It’s not long into the movie that I feel Hannah’s head lean against my shoulder and hear her bowl and spoon clink in her lap. She has fallen asleep already, even though she hasn’t finished her sherbet. I smile and shift to take the bowl from her.

  Hannah opens her eyes slightly, but then closes them again as she leans back against the back of the sofa. I take the bowls to the kitchen and place them in the sink before coming back to the living room to turn off the TV. I take Hannah’s hands and coax her up on her feet and lead my beautiful sleepy girl to the stairs. With my arm wrapped around her waist, we carefully negotiate our way up the steps.

  When we get to my bedroom, I help her climb into bed and then slide in on the other side of her. Hannah rolls over and lays on my chest, wrapping an arm around my waist and draping a leg over mine.

  I smile and close my eyes as I wrap my arms around her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. With my eyes still closed, I release a small happy moan and stretch. I open my eyes and find Hannah’s side of the bed empty with the sheet and blanket pulled up. I smile and run my fingers through my hair. Every time Hannah spends the night, she’s awake before me and I’m awoken by the pleasant scents of her cooking breakfast for us. She also always pulls her covers up to help with making the bed. I think that is both considerate and adorable.

  Most people hate waterbeds because if someone moves or gets out of bed, it wakes up the other person. I, however, am a pretty heavy sleeper, once I fall asleep, so I don’t wake that easily. Unusual sounds or smells will wake me pretty easily though. I have gotten used to the movement of the waterbed and it actually helps lull me to sleep, so the sloshing water won’t wake me up.

  I quickly make my side of the bed and go to the bathroom and brush my teeth before making my way downstairs. When I come into the kitchen, Hannah is turning bacon on the stove and humming in a pretty, happy way.

  “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

  She smiles as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, and kisses my cheek as I
lean my chin on her shoulder .

  “Morning, baby. I’m just about finished. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but since you woke up before I could get up there, would you like to eat on the porch? It’s really nice out.”

  “That’s perfect. Anything I can do?”

  “Keep holding me.” I smile and kiss the side of her neck. “Good plan. I’d probably burn the bacon.” Hannah laughs. “No you wouldn’t. You are a very good cook.”

  “Except for those pepper shooters I tried to make.”

  “That’s only because you accidently picked up habanero cheese instead of pepper-jack and it became too spicy. Otherwise, they would have been really good.”

  Hannah starts plating the bacon on a paper towel lined plate and turns the burner off. While Hannah assembles our plates of French toast and bacon, I fix the coffees with just a hint of cream and sugar in both. We take the plates and coffees outside and sit down on the cushion lined bench.

  It really is a very nice day out. The sun is still below the trees, but the air is warm with a gentle cool breeze. The lawn is still fragrant even though I cut it two nights ago. And there are two robins splashing around in the bird bath at the back of the lawn in a silly excited way. The sky is a pale gray blue and streaked with thin white clouds that look like paintbrush strokes.

  We are just about finished eating when I hear a banging coming from inside my house. In a panic, I jump to my feet and open the French glass door to investigate. I immediately feel frustrated, realizing it’s just someone knocking on my front door. Hannah helps me carry in our plates and coffee mugs, then I quickly jog down the hall to get the door. I open the door and my jaw drops.

  “Brooke, may I come in?” I’m in so much shock that I can’t speak. I just step aside and she steps inside my foyer. She’s dressed in her typical attire with her hair pressed straight and flat as usual. “Are you busy?”

  “What?” Her cool indifference crumbles and her face shows agitation and also regret. “Do you have time to talk?”