As Christine continued to nip and lick, Jodi’s naked leg slipped between Christine’s, pushing against her swelling mound. Moving her lips slowly down Jodi’s naked, damp, glistening body, Christine paused at her breasts to press her tongue flat against the nipples. She could feel the nipples harden, causing her to clamp her lips tightly over the peak. Flicking her tongue back and forth across the nipple as she rolled it between her teeth, Christine slipped her hand between Jodi’s legs, softly and slowly stroking the inside of her thighs. As Christine switched to the other breast, Jodi slipped her hand between Christine’s legs. Encouraged by Jodi’s interest, Christine stepped up her pace, teasing each breast until both nipples were fully engorged and extended. Turning on the bed, Christine straddled Jodi’s face while placing her own between Jodi’s legs. Smiling at the visible moisture on Jodi’s lower lips, Christine chose to take her time and prolong the pleasure. Lightly licking the inside of Jodi’s thighs, Christine pointedly ignored the twitching and pulsing motions of her clit. Moving closer and closer to the center of Jodi’s pleasure, Christine shifted and very gently licked the outer edges of the mound, lightly running her tongue up and down her slit. Feeling Jodi lift her hips, Christine shifted her knees to move closer to Jodi’s mouth. Feeling Jodi’s tongue tentatively reaching to touch, Christine provided encouragement by rocking against the tongue. As Christine continued to lick Jodi’s slit, she was now occasionally slipping her tongue into her love canal, slowing dragging on Jodi’s clit as she withdrew.
As Jodi’s moans increased, so did the licking and sucking on Christine’s part. Tonguing Jodi’s clit and pussy, Christine increased the pressure and tempo, moving faster and faster, slipping first one finger then a second into Jodi’s drenched pussy. Jodi in return had finally fully engaged her tongue on Christine, licking and stroking, sucking her juice. Finally both partners abandoned all attempts at decorum and licked, sucked, bit and stroked each other with tongues and fingers until both were dripping. Grinding her pussy harder onto Jodi’s face, Christine reciprocated to the pleasure by fingering Jodi’s ass, slipping her sopping wet finger ever so slightly into the puckered hole. Jodi immediately pulled away, but Christine was having none of that. Wrapping her arm around one leg, not only did Christine pin Jodi to the mattress, but also opened her legs wider for easier access. Sliding again into her back door, Jodi’s moans of pain quickly switched to those of pleasure, riding Christine fingers like a bronco buster; one finger in each hole, sliding in and out on her juices. Faster and faster the fingers flew, pushing against the walls to create wave after wave of electrical current for Jodi’s enjoyment. Jodi finally came with a violent shudder.
As soon as she started climaxing, Christine also erupted, sending rolling waves of liquid honey down into Jodi’s waiting face. The two rode their climaxes, both bodies slamming into each other as the pulsing waves of pleasure rolled over them. Screaming each other’s names, their love canals clamped down on the pleasuring fingers, sucking and pulsing on them, surfing on the waves. Finally totally spent, Christine collapsed onto the mattress, still facing Jodi’s feet. As soon as she could get her breathing under control, she turned and spooned into Jodi, surrounding her with her arms.
“Jodi, my love, why are you crying?”
“I can’t believe that I could forget something this incredible. I never knew your body could give and receive such pleasure. You seem to know just where and how to touch and what excites me. How did you learn to do it?”
“You taught me. When we first started together, you told me to pretend that I was touching myself. What excited me would surely excite you. And it worked. I learned over the years to read your body like a book. I can tell when you are ready to climax, how to back down to prolong the pleasure when I want and when to speed up to keep you entertained. We have been together long enough to be able to give pleasure to each other in a multitude of ways, this just being one of them.”
“You mean there’s more than this? I’m not sure if I can take anymore!”
“Oh, you can and you will. Let’s take a nap for just a little while and then go home. We have appointments scheduled for most of the day tomorrow.”
Falling asleep in each other’s arms, Jodi and Christine dozed briefly, giving each other a much needed chance to restore their energy. Awaking after just an hour or so, they dressed and returned home.
Chapter 8
Jodi opened her eyes the next morning to sunlight pouring into their bedroom window. Quickly glancing at the clock, she realized they’d overslept, evidently a response to the late night dancing, among other things.
Both Jodi and Christine jumped out of bed and flew through their morning preparations, only leaving thirty minutes later than normal. Luckily their first appointment was not until after lunch. Jodi worried all morning about the explosion she expected from Christine. It was Jodi’s fault the alarm clock did not go off. Unfamiliar with the settings, she had set the clock for seven pm instead of seven am, totally destroying their morning routine. The scary part was Christine did not seem to be upset; she even helped Jodi get ready! Not remembering well enough to know what to expect from Christine’s temper, Jodi was careful all day to be extremely solicitous.
Jodi steeled herself for the physical and emotional tantrum she well deserved; and it never came. Finally that evening at home after dinner, it happened.
Christine dropped her fork. It clattered against her plate and made Jodi startle.
“Why are you so jumpy?” Christine asked. “Have I done something wrong? Something to upset you?”
“Upset me? Good Lord, no! I’m the one that really missed up our morning. I’m the one that set the alarm clock wrong. I’ve just been waiting for your punishment.”
“Punishment? What punishment? Everyone makes mistakes. Why in the world would you think you deserve punishment?”
“All I know is that every time I would mess up, Ralph would chastise me in some way, either physical or mental. He said that’s what committed couples do.”
Here’s Ralph again. I thought we had moved past that and she was getting more into reality. I guess I’ll just play along for now. This discipline thing is more important than correcting Jodi’s reality again. “Well, honey, Ralph is the one that needs to be committed. There’s no excuse for any kind of punishment in a committed relationship, or in any relationship; it's never acceptable! Well at least that explains why you were so odd today. I thought it had something to do with last night. I love you and never want you to worry about any kind of rebuke coming from me.”
Jodi had shifted so her face was in the shadows during their discussion. Once Christine finished talking, Jodi shifted again and this time Christine saw tears coursing down her lover’s face.
“Why are you crying? I told you that you weren’t in trouble! Please don’t, it tears my heart apart. What can I do to make you feel better?”
Grabbing a tissue and blotting her eyes, Jodi responded, “Oh, I’m okay. I was just so worried about making you angry the relief hit me hard. That was probably the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.” She ended with a soft sob.
Christine was horrified. The nicest thing anyone had ever said. Poor Jodi. Her false memory life must have been far worse than Christine had imagined. In order to cover up her shock, Christine changed the subject. “Come on, let’s forget about this morning and watch some TV.”
Turning the news on, the two women watched TV, finished their dinner, and retired to bed. Her heart ached for Jodi. What a shock all this must be. Although her body ached for Jodi’s touch, she realized Jodi needed major snuggling tonight. She put her arms around Jodi and relaxed as Jodi snuggled up against her shoulder.
The rest of the weekend went without any significant incident. Christine hauled out all of their photo albums, hoping to kick-start Jodi’s memory. But she could tell from the look of concentration on Jodi’s face that it wasn’t working.
“I’m sorry,” Jodi remarked, touching a picture of them in front of the
Louvre Museum in Paris. “I recognize us, but I have no memory of ever being there or seeing any of this.” Tears gathered in Jodi’s eyes.
Christine tried to smile. “Well, if you can’t remember the past, we’ll have to work on making even better memories in the future.” But her heart hurt as she despaired of Jodi ever remembering all the good times they’d had together.
Starting back full time at work on Monday, the days ran into each other, one pretty much like the other. They got up in the morning, had breakfast together, and then went to work. Jodi did the original consultation work while Christine focused on the bookkeeping end of the business. After just a few days, Jodi seemed to settle into a routine.
One afternoon as they closed up the shop, Jodi paused with her hand on the door. “You know, it’s as if my life began the day I woke up in the hospital and I’ve stopped worrying about what I can and can’t remember. I’m just happy to be here, with you now.”
“I’m really glad, I just wish…” Christine bit back the words. The past wasn’t important, only the future was.
Jodi shivered.
“Are you okay?” Christine asked.
“I was just remembering a dream I used to have, a nightmare. Funny, I haven’t had it since the accident.” Jodi shrugged. “And I hope to never have it again.”
Chapter 9
In the ensuing months, Jodi and Christine maintained their sex drive and interest in each other by experimentation; each surprising their partner on occasion. However, as Christine grew with the pregnancy, they had to get more and more creative in their positions. According to the doctor, there was no reason to abstain from sex before the birth, but Christine did have to stay out of hot tubs and avoid straining positions. Days were filled with work and each other, each partner learning new and different things about the other on a daily basis. They were so well connected they could finish each other’s thoughts; one would start to point out something on TV or while driving, and the other partner would have exactly the same thought. In addition to learning things about each other, they were also preparing for the birth of their child. Now with only a very few weeks to go, Christine and Jodi still did not know the sex of their baby. They made the choice early in the pregnancy that it was more fun not to know; all they wanted was a healthy, happy child. It was irritating to friends who were baby shopping, but no amount of whining and bitching would change their minds.
The baby’s room had been ready for weeks, painted very pale green and yellow, colors that would fit either male or female. Jodi spent a very long, very frustrating weekend putting the crib and bassinette together. Finally everything was ready, just awaiting the birth. Christine cut back severely on her working hours, due to the size of her belly and her lack of energy. The office had been rearranged weeks in advance to operate in her absence, since she was planning on staying home as much as possible with the baby. Try as she might, even the reduced hours at the office drained Christine’s energy, so more and more days would go by with them simply falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Jodi’s Creations landed one of the biggest hotel chains in Phoenix. Impressed with her presentation, the CEO of Celebration Inn signed a contract to redecorate one hundred twenty-five hotels nationally for a total package of twelve and a half million dollars. This took the business to the next level; they were now millionaires. Once Christine heard about the new contract, she started working on a very special and unique treat for Jodi.
Staying home, Christine begged off from work, blaming morning sickness. She knew from the look on Jodi’s face that she was not believed, but she needed to rest up for the evening ahead. Christine had already made arrangements with their secretary to make sure Jodi was through with all her appointments no later than four pm. Arriving at home around five o’clock, Jodi walked into the house and the start of her special night.
First, Christine presented her with an iced bottle of Crystal, her favorite champagne, and her instructions for the evening. Christine required Jodi to follow every instruction she was given, no questions asked. Pouring a drink for Jodi, Christine led her into the bedroom where her clothes for the evening were laid out on the bed. Christine knew from past experience that this was Jodi's favorite dancing outfit; they had made many unique memories while Jodi wore it in the past. Next, Christine instructed Jodi to shower and dress for dinner. Turning on the water to heat, Christine undressed Jodi, slowly removing her business suit, jacket, and skirt. Softly running her fingertips up and down Jodi’s silk blouse, Christine watched her lover’s nipples grow hard under the soft fabric of her bra. Pulling off the blouse and bra, Christine rubbed her thumbs over Jodi’s engorged nipples, bending slightly to flick them with her tongue. Pushing Jodi into a corner, Christine continued to lick and suck, watching moisture stain the crotch of Jodi’s hose. Smiling, Christine rolled down the top of the panty hose, exposing Jodi’s dripping wet pussy. Christine quickly slid her fingers into that wetness and in very quick order, aroused Jodi to a minor climax.
Jodi started to lead Christine to the bed but she pulled away, laughing. “Nope, that’s it for now. I just wanted to take the edge off so we can prolong tonight as much as possible. This will probably be the last major event we have before the baby.” Pushing Jodi into the shower, Christine left to get dressed.
Christine was already in the living room, dressed and ready to go when Jodi entered. Jodi evidently had already had one or two glasses of Crystal while she was dressing. Her first move when entering the living room was to give Christine a big, wet, horny kiss that left nothing to imagination. Christine couldn't help but wonder just how Jodi had spent her time in the shower.
Gently disengaging from Jodi, Christine steered her toward the door, locking up as they left. Stepping outside, a limousine was parked at the curb, with a female driver obviously waiting on them. Raising an eyebrow, Christine gestured toward the limo and followed behind Jodi.
“I told you it was a special evening. I don’t want to worry about either one of us having to drive home. The car and driver are ours for the evening.”
In the limousine was a bucket with Crystal on ice. Jodi shot Christine a questioning look.
“Just pour a glass of bubbles and relax,” Christine reassured her. “Remember, I have a very, very special evening planned.”
Christine was so pregnant that their lovemaking had been reduced to once or twice a week, and even then it was only very simple positions. Toys were uncomfortable for Christine at this point and it was very difficult for her to get on her knees between Jodi’s legs. They had long since stopped with the 69 position; Christine’s belly was just too big. Jodi had always said that she did not mind the change; that she loved to just snuggle. While Christine believed her, she also felt guilty. The evening she had planned was one of Jodi’s fantasies. Unfortunately, Jodi probably didn’t remember it. So Christine hoped that by plying Jodi with alcohol, she would be relaxed and aroused enough to enjoy the surprise.
After a wonderful dinner at Jodi’s favorite restaurant complete with before, during, and after dinner drinks, the next stop was their usual dance club. Jodi was relaxed from all the alcohol, but what Christine had planned required a combination of total relaxation and arousal all at the same time. Entering the club, Jodi immediately started to sway and move to the music, then attempted to pull Christine on the floor.
“In a minute, give me time to catch my breath. Can we at least sit our purses down?” Christine asked.
Christine led them to a large, secluded table with two couch seats. A large sign stating ‘Reserved for Jodi’ sat in the middle of the table. Jodi again shot her a look but didn’t say anything.
They danced one or two fast dances when finally a slow one rolled around. Slow dancing was made difficult by Christine’s belly, so they ended up mainly swaying back and forth in time to the music. Locked in a tight embrace, they did more kissing and groping than dancing. Returning to the table, they continued to deep kiss and stroke each other as their arousal built
to a feverish pitch. Breaking the embrace, Christine settled back onto the couch, gently pushing Jodi away when she tried to reach over again.
“Not so fast, sweetie. The night is still young and we need to pace ourselves. Here, have another glass of champagne. That’s right, nice and slow, just calm down. Oh, look, here comes Brenda, the new girl who came in last week. Let’s ask her to join us.”
Brenda had come into the store last week to apply for a decorator position. It was obvious from the very beginning that Brenda was interested in Jodi; she watched every move she made during the meeting. While they were not currently hiring, Christine made sure she kept Brenda’s phone number handy.
Once Christine started planning this special evening, Brenda was the first one she thought about. Brenda was also Jodi’s type, or at least her type before Christine came on the scene. A young, lusty lesbian, Brenda was about twenty-three years old with short, dark hair and an all-important D cup. During their phone call, Brenda agreed to assist in Christine’s plans for the evening.
Joining them on the couch, Brenda had a glass of champagne, and then asked Jodi to dance. Giving her permission, Christine watched the two of them dance; first tentatively then more in tune with each other once Jodi got over her initial reluctance. Christine laughed, knowing this was just the first of many new things for her lover to experience tonight.
Glancing over at them, Christine experienced a moment of jealousy, especially when she noticed Brenda tongue kissing Jodi and saw they were grinding their hips into each other. When they finally returned to the table, she could see Jodi was more than a little aroused and very confused.
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