The Perfect Score 2 Widow's Weeds

by Beth Williamson

  There was a moment or two of silence while Veronica stared at the paper again. “You’re giving me a map to your house because you want me to visit you?”

  “Is that so hard to believe?”

  “Well, yes. I was hoping we wouldn’t say goodbye forever, but I wasn’t expecting ... this. I’m overwhelmed.” Veronica’s eyes began to tear up.

  “Don’t cry, honey.” Patrice wrapped her arms around Veronica and simply held her. “Will you come visit me?”

  Veronica pulled back and cupped Patrice’s face. “Are you kidding? Is next weekend too soon?”

  “No, it’s not too soon.”

  Veronica felt a well of relief and joy surge through her. She didn’t like to put her heart on the line, which is one reason she didn’t do it very often. Patrice’s reaction was unexpected but welcome. “Fantastic! We can go shopping for new clothes.”

  Patrice laughed. “It’s a long drive though.”

  Veronica smiled. “I’m not worried about it. I’ve already come a long way, a few hundred miles, or even a thousand miles is a short trip. Thank you for giving me this, for inviting me.”

  Patrice kissed her softly. “You’re welcome.”

  The unknown was still gray, but Veronica knew that Patrice had put her heart on the line the same as she had. They’d explore the relationship that had built over the last week and, hand in hand, find out where it led. Together.

  They made it back to Veronica’s house without tearing each others clothes off, but it was close. Veronica felt an urgency, a need to be with Patrice, to touch her and be touched. They closed the door and immediately slammed together with their lips exploring, sucking, and kissing until Veronica was nearly breathless.

  They stumbled into the bedroom, removing clothes as they went until by the time they were by the bed, they were nude. The heat of Patrice’s skin was hot enough to scorch Veronica’s hands as they roamed up and down her body.

  “God, you feel good.” She whispered against her collarbone.

  “Not as good as you’re making me feel.” Patrice chuckled as her hands caressed and tweaked Veronica’s nipples.

  “Same here.”

  They laid down on the bed together, a tangle of arms and legs. That night there was something different about their loving. Perhaps it was because there had been a promise made in their hearts. Veronica knew there was something special about their relationship, and to know that Patrice felt the same way was enough to send her heart soaring. She’d never expected to feel this way about anyone again, and certainly not a woman. Yet here she was, in her arms, more aroused than she could ever remember being.

  Patrice fastened on to Veronica’s breasts and started licking, nibbling, and sucking while her hand slowly circled her clit. Veronica could only reach Patrice’s breasts so she pleasured those peach nipples while she floated in the sea of rapture.

  “Oh, God, that feels so good.” Veronica was surprised that her voice was so husky with need.

  “Mmmm ... tastes good, too.” Patrice switched nipples and two fingers slid into Veronica’s wetness, pumping in and out of her at a maddening pace.

  “Faster.”

  “Pushy, aren’t you? You’ll just have to be patient.”

  “I don’t want to be patient.”

  Patrice chuckled. “Too bad. Anticipation heightens the pleasure.”

  Veronica didn’t know if it were true or not, but her pleasure couldn’t get much higher. She pushed against Patrice’s hand and clenched at the wave of pleasure that shuddered through her.

  “Would you like to try something new?” Patrice bit her nipple and she jumped.

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

  “It’s called a sixty-nine. Do you know what that is?”

  Veronica nodded while her heart beat madly. She knew exactly what a sixty-nine was. She’d never tried it, but the thought of doing that with Patrice made her that much wetter.

  Patrice climbed on top of Veronica and kissed her deeply. Then with a grin, she turned herself around so her glistening pink pussy was directly above Veronica’s face. Ronnie spread her nether lips and reached out to lick her clit. Patrice twitched. Veronica could not believe that she had the power to make someone twitch. She settled in and began pleasuring Patrice in earnest.

  While her tongue lapped and nibbled at Patrice’s clit, she put two fingers in her pussy. Patrice must have a double-jointed tongue because the way she was working on Veronica’s clit seemed impossible. It was difficult to concentrate on what she was doing. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel the pleasure doubly, from giving and receiving. She felt her orgasm coming and changed to suckling and biting.

  “I’m coming.” Patrice said breathlessly.

  Veronica used three fingers and an extra flick of her tongue to send Patrice over the edge. While she clenched around her, Veronica’s orgasm started somewhere near her toes and flowed through her. She screamed against Patrice’s pussy and bucked as the intensity made her see stars behind her eyes.

  After the last wave receded, she lay back and spread her arms. Patrice climbed off and lay beside her. They kissed softly and then grinned at each other. Veronica hugged her tightly, then they crawled under the covers and drifted in the drowsy state only achieved by those well pleasured, and well loved.

  Beth Williamson

  Beth Williamson lives just outside of Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband and two sons. Born and raised in New York, she holds a B.F.A. in writing from New York University. Beth has worked as a newspaper reporter, a poet, a novelist, and a technical writer.

  Beth loves cowboys (long, hard, and packing), and anything from the Old West. She writes historical as well as contemporary erotic romance and romance. Look for strong women who know their minds and are not afraid to show it. No wimpy, whining, weeping heroines within a thousand miles! She professes a weakness, however, for alpha men and their controlling personalities. You can learn more about her work on her website at http://www.bethwilliamson.com.