by Laurie Ames
Lena circled her opening with two fingers, then eased them inside, slow and steady. Kel’s moans grew just a touch more regular, her hips arching, pressing her clit harder against Lena’s mouth. Lena took the nub of flesh into her mouth and suckled it softly as Kel let out a long string of curses. Lena teased her for a few gorgeous moments, dragging her fingers in and out of her body – then drew back, pulling her tongue away after one particularly intense suck. “Oh god,” Kel was murmuring, “don’t stop, why’d you stop? Oh, God…”
Which was the perfect moment, in retrospect, as Lena couldn’t have choreographed it better. She took the glass dildo out of the ice water and used her fingers to part Kel’s folds so that she didn’t get any warning as the cold cock plunged deeply into her pussy.
Kel reached up to yank off the blindfold. Her eyes flew wide open as her back arched off the bed, driving her further down onto the toy. “Fuck!” she gasped, her mouth wide open, her hips thrusting wildly outside of her control. Lena found the spot that had made Kel groan before, that flat spot just below her clit. She pressed down hard as she drew the dildo out and then pressed it forward again.
“Are you fucking me with ice?” Kel managed to gasp out, but then went wild, her body shaking as she started to orgasm, quivering and biting back screams. Her orgasm went on and on with a body-tingling, heart-racing, sweat-inducing rush of excitement. Every time Lena thought that she was done, she’d go to pull back on the dildo, and Kel would shake into a fresh flurry of incredible after spasms.
She reached up, no words, to just grasp hands. She caught Lena’s shoulder and drew the older woman down onto the bed beside her. She freed the toy herself, tossing it back into the bowl of water, and then wrapped herself up in Lena’s arms. “Holy shit,” she whispered, nuzzling into Lena’s neck in a way that made it crystal clear they were far from done.
“What was that?”
“Glass dildo. I put it in ice water first.”
“That was amazing. Oh my god.”
“Lots of people, even though they don’t like pain, like sensation play. It’s crazy intense. I thought it was worth a try.”
“Can you make it hot, too?”
Lena nodded. “Sometimes people go back and forth from one to the other. Or one -” she stumbled over the words.
Kel’s eyes opened, and she was chuckling again. “You mean to say one in the front and one in back, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“That could be fun,” Kel said. Her nuzzling went from friendly anxiety to something much more determined. Her fingers walked up Lena’s side to the softness of her breast and teased at the peak of her nipple. “I think we’re going to enjoy this.”
“I hope so,” Lena said as Kel bit at her nipple. She groaned, her hips shifting forward, seeking something to grind against.
“I mean it though,” Kel said, letting the nipple out of her mouth with a pop, and sending her fingers there to tease some more. “I want to start dating you. I want to do so much more with you.”
“Yes,” Lena whispered, nodding. Kel slipped her thigh between Lena’s, and Lena groaned with relief at the sensation of pressure. It wasn’t enough, not enough, but it was something.
“I’d like to know your favorite color.”
“Blue, more please, more.”
“Only if you’re good. Your favorite book?”
“Unfair. Can’t think. Please.” There was a delicious, wonderful, swirling anxiety centered just above her pubic bone, her sex was clenching on nothing, and she needed. She didn’t tease herself like this. She felt like she was dancing on a rapidly narrowing balance beam, and she wanted nothing more than to fling herself over the edge and fall.
“If you’re good,” Kel said, her voice containing a giggle that Lena wanted to be mad about but couldn’t quite manage. “If you’re good and answer the question, maybe I’ll give you a finger.”
“I’ll let you look through my entire electronic library if you will please just fuck me already,” Lena finally gasped out. Kel laughed, and her fingers were there, exactly where Lena wanted them. She kept her thigh where it was, backing up the pressure of her fingers with the solidity of her flesh, and she flicked at Lena’s clit.
“You’re beautiful,” Kel murmured into Lena’s hair, and it was the words that finally threw her over the edge. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
That tight anxiety in her pelvis broke open in a sudden shower of sensation. Lena drew in a long deep breath, then let her throat catch, as she let herself just feel the vibe. The tingles in her fingertips, the convulsions of her pussy, the intense waves inside her body that burst throughout her. She heard someone chanting yes, please, more, but she wasn’t sure if it was her or the woman who was holding her so tightly.
When the orgasm broke over her in spiraling swirls of rainbow prisms, Kel drew back her fingers and pressed harder with her thigh, giving Lena a place to work out the aftershocks, quivering and shaking as the world shattered and shivered back into place around her. And then she sagged against Kel, trying to find the right rhythm for her heart again.
“Your entire electronic library, huh?” Kel said after a minute.
“It’s expansive,” Lena managed to say.
“How expansive?”
She lifted an eyebrow. “How do you think I figured out the freezing glass dildos? In backroom bars?”
Kel threw her head back and laughed. “Seems unlikely, I’ll admit that.” She snuggled in a little closer. “Is this going to get weird?”
Cold water ran through her veins, and Lena tried to still her heart, suddenly racing for a very different reason. “I think we’ll have to work to keep it from getting weird.”
Kel nodded. “Do you want to do the work?” Her voice was very small, very quiet. Lena gathered the girl up and held her tight.
“I do,” Lena said. It sounded like a chance for something great.
“I’m all yours for the taking,” Kel said with a serious tone. “But there is one condition if you want to have a relationship with me.”
“Oh. It’s my mother, isn’t it?”
“Yes, you need to tell her. Like I said before, I don’t do closets. And after you tell your Mom, you need to tell the world. Do you agree?”
“I’m okay with telling the world. Lena giggled out loud. “But telling Mama, that won’t be easy.”
Lena went and got another bottle of wine. They drank and chatted until midnight, discussing the many things they had in common, warming to one another, both getting higher than a kite, and a little giddy. After a few more good night embraces and long, deep kisses, they reluctantly said goodnight. They were excited and pleased with what they had done, and all the possibilities of this new love. Lena was so very happy, yet anxious about what lie ahead. But for now, she was ready for sleep and sweet dreams.
Chapter Six
Lena cursed out the computer for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. Inventory software had finally been installed, and she’d managed to convince wait staff to provide feedback on dishes that customers were most keen on. The new restaurant was running in the black for the first time in three years. Of course, Kel’s new menu introductions were no small part of that success. Bringing the comfort of spicy soul food to classic dishes like mac and cheese and green bean casserole had made the little Vermont restaurant into a sensation. Kel was doing an amazing job and thrived at her work.
Next came the most awkward part. It was time for Lena to put her house in order and have a serious heart to heart talk with her Mom. She was a nervous wreck as she tried to summon the courage to tell her that she’d done more than just hire Kel for the restaurant. There was no use trying to deceive her mother, so she just let it rip.
“Mama, this is going to be hard for you to understand but Kel and I are in a mutual relationship.” With that comment now out there, she stepped back and wondered if she should duck and cover.
“Lena-love,” Mama said with a huge sigh as she held up her ha
nd, “Why on earth do you think I wanted to introduce the two of you? You suit each other. I’ve always known you had lesbian feelings; mothers just know these things. We were sure you two would be a good match. When I first met the Donaldson’s daughter, I thought she was just the most delightful young lady. When Mrs. Donaldson told me her daughter was lesbian, I didn’t even bat an eye. Kelsie is a very fine lady, not like some crazy sex starved lesbian woman.”
At the time, Lena was absolutely shocked but in a good way. She no longer had to hide behind a mask, she could be honest with her Mama and get heart felt advice. It was the release valve they both needed. It was everything she’d hoped for, after so many years of dreading the truth.
***
Lena’s cell rang, and she glanced down to see it was Mama’s number. No more rolling the eyes when she phoned, she actually looked forward to her calls. Strangely, she now admired everything about her, from the way she talked with her old southern drawl, to the prominent crow’s feet that embraced her eyes. Just hearing her voice would put her at ease better than any medication ever could. Her Mom always knew just what to say and she cherished her like never before.
Kel’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks and Mama was working herself into a tizzy trying to figure out what Kel would want for the holiday. Between Mama and Kel, Lena’s little townhouse was getting quite a tidy makeover. Granted, it was mostly focused in the kitchen, but that was all right.
“Hi, Mama,” she said as she answered.
Kel was apparently hovering right outside the office door. “Tell her the carbon steel,” she called. Lena had to laugh.
“I heard that,” Mama said in the phone. “But I need to talk to her about what brand she wants.”
“You know, she does have her own phone,” Lena said.
“But if I called her phone, I’d never get to talk to you. Now, when are you two coming over for dinner?”
Lena laughed and passed the phone to the woman who’d turned her life upside down. She watched quietly as Kel charmed her mother and convinced her to buy a very expensive set of kitchen knives for Lena’s townhouse. Then they hung up – without Mama needing to say goodbye to Lena, and that was the first time ever.
Lena then caught Kel’s hand and tried to pull her into a loving soft embrace. At first, she pushed back, then softened her stance.
“Honeybun, I have to finish prepping for tomorrow,” Kel said, as her hands reached to cup Lena’s ass in a way that had nothing to do with the kitchen and everything to do with the bedroom.
“So, don’t get your hands dirty,” Lena replied.
“Oh, boss lady, are you sure I’m allowed?” Kel cooed. “Are you absolutely sure?”
Lena’s hands slipped under the waistband of Kel’s pants and found her already wet and ready, Lena decided that she was very, very sure.
For the next three hours, they pleasured each other in ways that were way beyond any expectations. They kissed, necked, titty-sucked and finger-fucked passionately, almost feverishly at times, not being able to absorb enough of each other. Kel's entire demeanor as a love partner was out of a dream, Lena could have never imagined anything so beautiful and exciting. She was certain Kel loved her and wanted to be with her forever. They hugged and kissed and were so happy to have found one another. They were absolutely so perfect together.
As Lena ran her hands through Kel’s hair, she kissed her softly on the face and neck. Their whisperings were those of new lovers; caring, complimentary and praising, with mutually optimistic plans for a grand future together.
~The End~
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Searching for Her Golden Girl
Lesbian Romance
By: Laurie Ames
Preview
Giorgia Tavelli is a successful entrepreneur, she has worked hard building her career as a restaurant owner. Starting with one restaurant in Manhattan, she is now the proud owner of four Italian restaurants in the New York area. Despite her achievements, she is still a single lesbian woman who has just entered middle age. Giorgia wants to find her perfect “golden girl” that is willing to share love and life, for better or worse. Giorgia even attempted joining online dating sites, but they only led to unpleasant dates. The love of her life was still not in sight.
Giorgia is feeling down and beginning to wonder if she is meant to spend her life alone, when suddenly she gets news that her uncle Antonio has passed away leaving his rundown estate in Tuscany, Italy to her. Giorgia decides that she is going to spend the summer in Tuscany, getting back to her roots. She hopes to come back from this trip to Italy with some real Italian recipes that she can use in her Italian restaurants in America.
Little does she know that when she goes to Tuscany, she is going to find a woman of beauty not unlike the Italian goddess of film “Sophia Loren.” These two lost souls managed to find one another, against all odds, and their steamy lovemaking confirmed this relationship was meant to be. But there is one big problem—the woman is married to a nasty brute of a man. Can Giorgia convince her to leave Tuscany and immigrate to America, so they can spend the rest of their lives together?
Chapter 1. Giorgia Inherits Her Uncle's Estate
Giorgia walked briskly into her red brick Victorian townhouse with her best friend Peggy in tow. Once inside, the door slammed with a thud.
“Peggy, please do not ask me to do another double date with you and Kevin. You know how much I hate being set up on blind dates. I have never met a ruder person than that “Tuka” woman your husband tried to hook me up with tonight. God, she was like a Sumo wrestler, covered in tattoos with the table manners of a — Wow I better not get started! Never again Peggy—please do not set me up again—these situations always end badly. I just did this dinner date with you because you begged me to do it. Well there will be no more dating favors from here on, you are on your own.” Replied Giorgia as she turned the house lights on.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry Giorgia. I had no idea that Tuka was such as uncouth lady. Kevin didn't give me any details about his cousin. He mentioned she was a single lesbian and a long-haul truck driver. She was here dropping off a load and had called to see if we would join her for dinner, before heading back to Vermont. So, Kevin being the genius he is, thought it would be fun if you joined us for dinner” replied Peggy softly.
“Well, that woman was a little too touchy feelie for me. She kept stroking my hair and saying it was so soft and beautiful. I think she was just wiping her big greasy paws in my hair, using it like a towel. One thing for sure is I will be giving my hair a good wash tonight!” replied Giorgia with a chuckle.
“Oh my God,” replied Peggy with a deep furrowed frown on her face.
“And when she ordered that raw steak Tartare entree with a runny egg yolk on top, well yuk, you know how I’m mostly vegan, that’s disgusting!” laughed Giorgia. “I would puke if she ever tried kissing me”.
She and Peggy went on replaying the disastrous dinner date while having a few beers relaxing in Giorgia's living room. Georgia couldn’t stay mad at her good friend for very long and soon the beers made everything seem okay again. Peggy was straight and married to her husband Kevin, for two years. She was also Giorgia's dearest friend since they were both in high school together. She had always encouraged Giorgia to come out and not hide the fact that she was a lesbian. She was at Giorgia's side during the tough times in her life, especially when she was trying to find her way and accept herself. Fortunately, Giorgia was now at a happy point in her life and comfortable in her own skin. Now she just needs to find another woman that she can share her life with that isn't a Sumo wrestler truck driver.
“Well, even if the date didn’t work out, I guess Kevin meant well, it was a nice thought. I will have to give him some extra special thanks the next time I see him. But you really didn't have to come in to try and console me, really, I am just fine” said Giorgia smiling over at Peggy.
“Hey, I didn't come in to console you. I just want to drink some of
your beer, and get away from my husband for an hour or two—that's all. Gee can't I just hang with my best friend?” asked Peggy with a smile.
“Yeah that is the only reason you got out of the car and told Kevin to pick you up in a couple of hours—because you wanted to drink beer—I knew it!” said Giorgia with grin. “Well cheers to having a good friend that will drink all my beer—I feel blessed!” laughed Giorgia as they made some cheers, clicking their beer bottles together.
“Okay the real reason I am here is I want to know more about this fabulous estate in Tuscany, Italy that your uncle left you” replied Peggy. “It just sounds so exciting and romantic to now own a property in this part of the world. Can you tell me more?”
“Well, I have no idea what I will do with it in the long-term, but first I really need to go and check things out, then I will have a better idea of what I’m dealing with.
Giorgia and Peggy sat and talked for a good three hours and drank half a dozen beers while discussing Giorgia’s plans to spend her summer at the Tuscany estate.
Peggy, why don’t you and Kevin come for a visit?” suggested Giorgia. “As soon as I confirm the dates of when I’m leaving, I’ll send you the info. Then, you can try convince your husband to take you to Italy this summer”.
“Tell him he won't have to pay a penny for accommodation—tell him that I said he owes me big time, after what I went through at dinner with his cousin tonight” said Giorgia with a grin. “Peggy, you deserve this, talk Kevin into it, think of how much fun it would be for you to come to Tuscany” replied Giorgia.
