Motioning for Jodi to sit beside her on the sofa, Christine began to fill in the missing parts. She and Jodi had lived together for over seven years as a lesbian couple and this was their home.
“I live here? This place is gorgeous! Who did the decorating?”
“You did, or rather your company did. In fact, we first met when you were working at Interiors R Us, your first interior design job. You did so well that you left and opened your own company, Jodi's Creations, and took a lot of your old customers with you. Things were pretty lean for the first few years, but you finally got established enough so I could leave my job and come to work with you full time as your bookkeeper. It's funny, but I still miss that small first office sometimes.”
“Small office? How big is the office now?”
“Well, I'm not sure how big space-wise it is, but we employ over forty designers and employees.”
“Good god. Are we successful?”
“Well, let me put it this way. The BMW X5 SUV you liked so much that brought you home was one of a pair; we treated each other with the extra profits this year. We've only had them about three months, but thank god that was the car you had the wreck in. Your old car wouldn't have protected you nearly as well.”
As they talked, Jodi sat perfectly still, all her energy focused on trying to make sense of what Christine was telling her. What had happened to her life? How could things be so mixed up? This life that Christine described was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever dreamed of, but it was just that, a dream. Jodi had stopped dreaming long ago. The years of living with Ralph had killed that within her. But now, was it possible? Could this really be happening to her? Was this really her life? Her mind was still in turmoil when Christine brought her back to reality.
“You okay, sweetie? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just trying to remember any of the things we just discussed. I can remember back to the minute before the wreck, but nothing matches up at all with the life you just described. Did the doctor say this confusion was normal?”
“The doctor warned that your memories might be muddled for a little while. I am supposed to slowly introduce you to your life and all the pieces, step by step. My problem is he didn’t say how quickly or slowly.”
“I’m okay for now. I would rather get it all in one fell swoop than in bits and pieces. Just as I adjust to one surprise another one blind-sides me. Keep on going; I’ll let you know if I go into overload.”
Taking a deep breath, Christine continued on. “The other big surprise is that we are two and a half months pregnant.”
A rush of pure joy ran through Jodi before she could contain herself. The smile that stayed on her face didn't match the flatness of her speech. “Okay, I guess the next question is, which one of us is pregnant? The doctor never mentioned anything about a baby, so I’ll assume that it’s you. Are you pregnant?”
A huge smile broke across Christine’s face as she nodded her agreement. “Yep, just you, me, and the turkey-baster. We are due just in time for Christmas.”
Jodi just sat there trying to take in everything she had just been told. First, she was a lesbian and had had the same lover for over seven years. Second, they were having a baby! A dream she never thought would come true. Last of all, she owned a profitable, very profitable if Christine was correct, interior design firm; something that she had always wanted to do. Wow! How could she have forgotten all of this? It just did not make sense.
Looking back at Christine, Jodi tried to dig up all the emotions and memories associated with her. It was just a day or so ago when they were next-door neighbors. However, she had started to have fantasies about her; sexual fantasies, and she did always go to her for comfort from Ralph. Christine seemed to build her up and told her to believe in herself. Maybe the other life she remembered was just a bad dream, and this was her reality. Anyway, reality or not, she was here and unless she wanted to end up in the psycho ward, she’d better get in tune.
As she reached over to Christine, she held up her hand, wordlessly asking permission. Receiving agreement, Jodi placed her hand on Christine stomach, feeling just the beginning of a soft little basketball. Tracing the contours of the edges with her fingers, she could feel Christine start to move under her hand. Not knowing why, Jodi continued the movement, going further and further from the original starting point. Strange feelings were coursing through her, unfamiliar yet pleasant ones. She began to rub her legs together and she could feel her nipples starting to harden. The stroking was obviously having an effect on Christine as well. The more Jodi moved her hand, the more Christine started to writhe on the couch, with an occasional moan escaping from her.
Quickly Jodi removed her hand, as if Christine had suddenly turned red hot. She jumped up, walked over to the pictures on the wall, and pretended to study them.
“Jodi, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”
“No, not at all. It’s me. This is all so unfamiliar, but comfortable. I can’t believe how carried away I just was and it scared me. I have never been with another woman and I’m not sure I am ready for it. Please be patient with me, I promise I’ll get it together soon.”
“Sweetheart, you take as much time as you need. I know you don’t remember, but you were the one who was patient with me initially. I was so scared and terrified of what the world would think, but with your love and patience, we overcame my challenges.”
More comfortable than she had been in the last two days, Jodi sat back down with Christine and they talked for the rest of the day. After dinner, they took their drinks out to the back porch and continued the discussion from earlier. At first Jodi had been surprised when Christine poured her a glass of wine, but evidently this was part of their usual evening ritual.
“Aren't you joining me? Why only the one glass?”
“Oh, sorry. Do you want something else? I just assumed... At least one of us can still drink.” Christine laughed as she patted her rounded tummy.
“No that's fine. Just curious.”
Now Jodi refilled her glass for the second time. She realized that she should stop since she was unaccustomed to drinking more than the rare glass of wine, but she was worried, now concerned about the sleeping arrangements. Christine had mentioned they had been a lesbian couple for the last seven years, and she assumed that involved sex in some fashion. Not that sex with Ralph was anything to write home about, but this was an entirely new arena. Lesbian sex was something that had never entered her mind; she had no idea what to do or how to do it. Christine had promised to be patient, but how long would she be willing to wait? What would she expect in bed? Jodi returned from her daydreaming by a touch on her shoulder.
“Sweetie, I’m beat and heading to bed. Are you ready to crash?” Christine asked.
“Yeah, I guess I’m ready too.”
As they walked down the hall to their bedroom, Christine stepped into the bathroom to get ready for bed and left Jodi alone. As Jodi looked around, the beauty of the room stunned her; the bedding highlighted the colors in the draperies, which were matched by the throw pillows on the recliners. Jodi opened the closet door, looked in, and had absolutely no idea which clothes were hers. As she looked over at the twin dressers, again, she wondered which was hers? Jodi gave up, sat on the bed, and waited until Christine came out of the restroom dressed for bed.
“What’s the matter Jodi? Why aren’t you ready for bed?”
“I don’t know which dresser is mine. I couldn’t change into my nightclothes.”
“Well, first thing, you usually don’t sleep in clothes at night. If you want, I’ll loan you some of mine for the evening. This dresser and closet are yours by the way.”
Jodi rummaged through the drawers of her dresser, trying to find something to wear for bed. Unfortunately, there were no nightgowns or pajamas, just as Christine had warned. Not feeling comfortable enough to go naked, Jodi took Christine up on her offer of a nightgown. After she changed, Jodi waited for Christine
to get into bed, so she would know which side of the bed was hers. As Christine rolled over to kiss her goodnight, she evidently noticed the hesitation on Jodi’s part so she ended up with a kiss on the forehead. After Christine turned the lights off, Jodi quickly fell asleep after the long, mentally and emotionally draining day.
Chapter 6
Jodi’s eyes fluttered open as she tried to remember where she was. She remembered her new existence that had started just yesterday with Christine and the baby. At some point, Christine had rolled over and spooned against her back, placing one arm under her head and the other over her shoulder, with her hand lightly cupping a breast. As still as possible so she would not wake her, Jodi lay in bed, her thoughts all jumbled up. As she thought hard, trying to dredge up a memory, any memory, Jodi realized her nipples were growing hard. She glanced down and noticed that Christine was lightly running her thumb over the hardening bud, playfully teasing. Jodi turned her head to look at Christine, who was still sound asleep. She had to do something and quick, but the rubbing felt so good and since Christine was asleep, what harm could it do? As she lay there, with her nipples growing harder and larger, Jodi realized that she was grinding her hips into the mattress and that moisture had started to form between her legs.
Reluctantly disengaging herself from Christine, Jodi crept to the bathroom, staying as quiet as possible. Jodi shut the door before turning on the light; she really needed some alone time and didn't want to risk waking Christine. She looked around the bathroom, still amazed at the simple beauty she had seen earlier in the evening. The room was huge, offering both a whirlpool tub large enough for two as well as a glass shower with gleaming brass fixtures. It was the antique fainting bench that Jodi collapsed onto as she continued to look around her.
While she would normally want to investigate the decor more, her body was now demanding her attention. Impatient with being ignored, her body was sending signals that required a response. Lying back on the bench, Jodi slid her hand under the nightgown and continued with what Christine had started in bed. She was an old hand at masturbation thanks to Ralph and his inept attempts at sex. With one hand she rolled her nipple between the thumb and forefinger, and used the other hand to press her palm against the moist mound between her legs. As her nipples started forming little rocks, Jodi ran her thumb over her quivering womanhood, rubbing through her silk panties. Finally, she slid the sopping panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor.
As she slipped just the tip of her forefinger into her dripping pussy, Jodi gasped with pleasure; the other times had never felt this good. Continuing to finger herself, Jodi’s pleasure crashed when the light turned on and Christine stood in the doorway.
“I heard moaning and wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“I am so sorry I woke you up. This is so embarrassing,” Jody panted.
“No, it isn’t. What it is, is sooooo hot. You got me wet just by listening to you. Okay, to be honest, the moaning did wake me up and I was concerned, but I have been watching you in the dark for the past few minutes. Now I’m hot and wet myself. Ready to experiment?”
*
As Christine leaned against the doorframe, her body reacted to the sight in front of her. Already deeply aroused from the moaning that woke her and the show Jodi unknowing briefly performed, Christine knew she couldn't wait much longer. The pregnancy had made her hornier than ever, but she had made herself swear to wait until Jodi was more acclimated and feeling better before she made any advances. Perhaps now was the right time?
Jodi still hadn't responded verbally, but her hands seemed to give Christine the answer she sought. The object of her desire was lying back on the bench, her legs spread wide with her hands doing things that made Christine quiver with impatience. No longer waiting on an answer, Christine walked over to the chair and dropped to her knees. Removing Jodi’s hand and fingers, Christine placed her mouth over Jodi’s dripping mound, gently applying pressure with her lips on Jodi’s lower ones. Allowing Jodi time to adjust to the new feeling, Christine waited for a sign to continue, and it came within moments. Jodi shifted on the bench and spread her legs wider, giving Christine more access. Very slowly, she inserted the tip of her tongue into Jodi’s awaiting love hole, just enough to test the waters and taste her juice. Withdrawing, Christine decided to prolong the pleasure as much as possible by licking softly and blowing on the lips of Jodi’s labia. When she heard Jodi moaning, Christine picked up the pace just a bit, flicked her tongue in and out of Jodi’s pussy, and teased it with pressure. Jodi reached down, grabbed Christine by the back of the head, and forced her face further and deeper. Laying her tongue completely against the length of her labia, Christine grinned at the reaction and response from Jodi. Deciding it was time, Christine stood up and led Jodi back to their bed, pausing to kiss and suck as they walked the few steps back into the bedroom. Christine's body was screaming with frustration, totally unaccustomed to waiting for her own pleasure. She knew she needed to be slow and patient with Jodi this evening. The way Jodi responded to Christine's attentions let her know that somehow, someway, this was a first-time experience for Jodi.
Christine smiled as she remembered her first time and how the experience both terrified and electrified her. Jodi had been very loving and patient those many years ago, giving her all the time she needed to get used to the idea of sharing her body with a woman. Christine's body reacted as she remembered just how hot her first lesbian experience had been. Somehow in some comic twist of fate, Christine was able to repay Jodi for that very special first time this evening. She wanted to make sure Jodi received her full attention. Her own needs would just have to wait.
Christine pushed Jodi onto the bed, leaving her legs dangling off the edge. Kneeling onto the carpet, Christine buried her face back between Jodi’s legs, fanning the flames of desire once again. Once Jodi was moaning and pushing against Christine, she was ready.
Crawling onto the bed, Christine helped pull Jodi back onto the pillows. Christine kept Jodi constantly confused; alternating between sucking on her lips and touching her dripping wet pussy with her fingers. As Jodi moaned louder and started to grind her hips into the mattress, Christine slid down the mattress till her head rested between Jodi’s legs. Placing a pillow under Jodi’s hips, Christine was able to see the swollen labia and clit better. Tracing Jodi’s lower lips with her juice soaked finger, Christine took pleasure in watching how Jodi's labia lips twitched and jerked when she lightly touched. Rising up, Christine continued to tease and push against Jodi’s lower lips with the knuckles of the finger as she tickled the very outside edge of her love tunnel with her fingers. Christine caught Jodi's rock hard nipples lightly between her teeth and flicked them with her tongue. By this time, Christine's body was screaming for attention as well. Even as she focused on Jodi, Christine's hand kept wandering between her legs, promising but not delivering.
The more she teased, the more Jodi begged for Christine to do something, anything, to please stop teasing and get on with it. Finally, Christine took pity on her and slid a finger into her wet, pulsing love box. Gasping from the intrusion, Jodi moaned Christine’s name and started pumping her hips in rhythm to the finger strokes.
“Please God, please fuck me and fuck me now. Lick me, suck me, do something to help me,” begged Jodi.
Slipping a second finger into Jodi’s willing pussy, Christine reached down with her free hand and started rolling Jodi’s swelling clit between her thumb and forefinger. Screaming with pleasure, Jodi moved her hands onto Christine’s chest, grasping a breast in each hand. As Jodi ran her thumbs over Christine’s hardening nipples, Christine increased the pressure on Jodi’s clit. Christine finally slid down, put her face back between Jodi’s legs and lapped at her labia and clit. As Christine lapped, Jodi bucked on the bed and slammed her crotch into Christine’s face while tears escaped from her clinched eyes. Christine slid the tip of her tongue into Jodi’s wet and waiting pussy. As she rimmed the sensitive hole, Christine smile
d at the response she was getting from Jodi. It had been so long since they took such time with their lovemaking that Christine was enjoying the torment she was putting Jodi under. Unfortunately, her own body was becoming more and more demanding, less patient with her slow and easy technique.
Curling her tongue into a tight tube, Christine slid it in and out, each time going further and further into Jodi’s love box. Trading tongue for two fingers, Christine grabbed Jodi’s clit with her lips and sucked and teased with her tongue, which caused Jodi to increase her bucking on the bed. By now Christine was so aroused herself she had completely soaked through her panties. As she stood up to remove them, Jodi screamed at her to not stop, to please for God’s sake finish.
Sliding back to her home position, Christine continued to tongue Jodi while using her own fingers to pleasure herself. Their desire continued to grow until they both exploded, screaming each other’s name. Once she was convinced Jodi was completely satisfied, Christine crawled back up the bed to lie next to her.
Still breathing hard Jodi rolled over and looked into Christine’s eyes, “Is it always like this? My God, I still can’t catch my breath!”
Laughing, Christine answered, “I was actually easy on you tonight. We both are pretty exhausted from the last few days and I didn’t think either of us had the strength for a full session. Besides, this finally gave me the chance to say thank you.”
“Thank you? Thank you for what?” Jodi murmured as she snuggled close to Christine.
Christine was saved from answering by Jodi's light snore. Smiling, she shifted slightly on the bed, wrapped her arms around Jodi and vowed to protect her as long as possible.
Chapter 7
As Jodi woke the next morning, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She stretched and looked around her.
Guess it wasn’t a dream after all. I’m still here in this gorgeous bedroom, and I assume Christine is in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what happened though. I remember none of this life and can give day-by-day details from the past ten years of my other life. Could it all have been a truly horrible nightmare?
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