"Elizabeth and Anastasia 8"( Ff FF )[8/8] Chapter 7 <> on their own, the shower and goodnight <> the next morning plus spring summer & fall, the big fight <> ****************************************************************** <> It was strange. This was the first time she'd ever woken up in the morning with her bed partner beside her (that time with Dave didn't count. They hadn't gone to sleep until 4 am, and only slept for three hours). After a while, lying there, doing nothing, it came to her. The strangeness wasn't because it was a different bed in a different room, and it wasn't the touch and warmth of that naked body pressing into hers. It was the smell. Stacy had her own unique smell. With the two of them sharing warmth under the covers all night, both had released their bodies' odours, which became trapped in the sheets. It was a pleasant smell, faintly musky, with a hint of her friend's perfume. Moving carefully, she rolled into the older girl, resting her head in the crook of her friend's arm and caressing one of Stacy's breasts with her hand. She loved the feel of this body beside her, so warm and silky soft, naked, with skin contact from head to toe. Sighing contentedly, she fell back to sleep. There was a delicious tickling sensation running through her body when Betty woke up again. Without opening her eyes, she couldn't tell where it came from. There were tingles on her lips, in her nipples, in her clit, and deep in her vagina. Everything was sensitized, responding to ... something ... nice. Opening one eye, she looked down her body to see what was doing this to her. She was still stretched out full length along Stacy's side with her head resting on her friend's shoulder, but now Stacy's arm was hugging her as well, holding her close. So that was it. Stacy was using one finger to brush and tease just the tip of her one exposed nipple. How that managed to echo all through her body she didn't know. "Mornin' sleepyhead. Your turn to wake up feeling good. I'm not as nasty as you are though. I wouldn't start without you." "Whatever you're doin', it feels good. How long you been doin' it?" "Ages and ages. I bet your whole body tingles by now." "Yeah. How'd you know?" "Are you kidding? You don't think I just woke up and suddenly wondered what would happen if I ... ?" "Somebody did it to you too, right?" "Mmmm hmmm. I know exactly how you feel." "I've never had this done to me before. I guess I have a lot to learn." "True, but I think we'll enjoy every minute of it. I've had some really good teachers. Not much luck with lovers, but most were excellent bedmates." "Anastasia, does this mean we're bedmates now?" Replying after a sigh and a long pause, she spoke in a quiet, serious voice. "No, Elizabeth, it doesn't. At least, I hope not." "Why?" "You nasty creature you. These questions will be the death of me. Elizabeth, I don't want another bedmate. I've had plenty of those." "Then, what?" "Do I have to spell it out again? I would like us to become lovers. I'm very much attracted to you, and I like you a lot. It's hard to define, but I want you with me." "I'm glad. I needed to hear that. Remember, I am a young, inexperienced, rather naive, insecure little girl." "Here I am, opening myself up to you, and you feed me a line like that. This time you don't get off the hook. You owe me some honesty now." "Kiss me first, so I feel better." "Mmmm, thank you. Anastasia, I'm not sure I want to be your lover yet. You hurt me last year, and that's hard to forget. I still don't know who you are inside. Until I do, I'm not willing to make a commitment. I hope you can settle for having me as a bedmate, at least for now." "If that's what you're willing to give me, for now, I'll accept. But when you make up your mind, one way or the other, you have to promise to tell me." "I promise. Now you have to make me a promise too. You can't let my dad know about us. He's absolutely strange when it comes to 'those horrid and disgusting lesbian affairs' - his words, not mine. I'd be in really big trouble if he ever found out." "All right. My dad doesn't know about me either. He thinks I'm going to go to university to meet Mr. Right. If he thought I was going just for the education, he'd disown me. Of course, it's easier hiding things from him because he lives three hundred miles away." "You mean, you've been hiding yourself from him for years? He doesn't even suspect?" "That's right. He's so old-fashioned, I think the shock of finding out who I really am could give him a heart attack. At first, I hid it from him because of my pain and humiliation. Now I'm using him to get through college. I'm ashamed of what I'm doing, but it's the only way I'll ever be free enough to live my own life. After I've graduated, I will tell him. No matter what the consequences." "So how come you're here and not at home?" "I can thank my mother for this. It's one of the best things she's ever done for me. When dad got promoted and transferred, she convinced him that I should be allowed to finish my senior year here, rather than going to a new school in a new town with all new people. I'd be moving back here in less than a year anyway to go to college. It would be just a little bit early. It was touch and go, but, even though they're divorced, he still has a lot of respect for her opinion." "Next time you talk to your mother, give her my thanks. She kept you here so I could meet you." "Maybe I will, at that." "Anastasia?" "You're starting to scare me with these questions. What would you like to know this time?" "How did it feel, yesterday, when you did me the first time? I mean, it's not every day you get to deflower a virgin." "Virgin?" "Yeah. You're my first woman, ever." "I kinda got the impression that I was your first lady bedmate, but never really thought of you as a virgin. Is that how you felt yesterday?" "I really did, and I wanted it to be special. That first time with a guy was pretty awful, so yesterday was really special for me. Thank you." "Elizabeth, what we did yesterday was special for me too. You are the first ... bedmate ... I've ever had these types of feelings for. It was something I'll always remember. Even though you are a rookie. Now then, it's time for your next lesson." This lesson involved the proper use of lips and tongue when meeting a pussy for the first time. Betty was incapable of paying close attention at times, so Stacy thought it only fair that she repeat the lesson immediately, with Betty trying to duplicate some of it herself. They both ended up tired and feeling good. After a quick shower and breakfast, Stacy dropped Betty off at home. Dad was there, as usual. Her story was that after the party closed up at two am, she slept on the couch. He seemed to accept the story without question. She felt guilty about lying to her father, but knew the truth would be much worse. Over the next several months, their intimate times were fairly rare, both from lack of common available time and the need for secrecy. They were definitely learning experiences for Betty. She learned how different it was making love with another woman, as compared to Dave or those other guy's she'd been with, and what her lips and tongue could really do to Stacy. She especially enjoyed the easy intimacy, the relaxed way they had with each other. Nothing was forced or taken, it was always shared. Her date for the junior prom was Robert. It took some convincing, but after telling both Robert and Jordan about her last experience, and getting Jordan to agree first, Robert finally assented. Now that was a prom night she'd have fond memories of for the rest of her life. After 'accidentally' letting it slip that Robert wasn't really her boy friend (they'd already arranged this) he was hounded by a half-dozen girls looking to get to know him better. As agreed, though, he danced with Betty during all the slow songs and kept close tabs on her the rest of the time, forestalling any attempts by her former beaus to corner her. They slipped out quietly, after the last speeches but before the dance really wound down. Joined by Dave and Rosie, they drove down to beach drive (it should have been called river drive) for a walk in the moonlight. It made her glad to see those two having so much fun together. Stacy and Jordan were there, as planned, and the six of them paired off. Robert and Jordan disappeared for a while, Stacy and Betty went for a walk holding hands, and Dave and Rosie, after getting over the shock of seeing the two girls kissing, and promising to keep their damned mouths shut, sat on a sheltered bench to enjoy each other's company. Now Dave and Rosie thought they had a better understanding and appreciation for what Betty had done for them. The two girls found a dark, secluded, sheltered spot and stood there, just holding each other for a while. Stacy asked if this was a better prom than the last one, and Betty said yes it was, especially the last part, the moonlight stroll. Stacy pulled a small white flower from Betty's corsage and wove it into her chestnut hair, above her left ear. "From now on Elizabeth, no matter what happens, you will always be my 'Little Blossom', my beautiful, innocent, delicate flower." She finalized that promise with a long, soft kiss. Summertime was a little better for them because Betty had more flexibility about when she'd be available. It still didn't seem like they could get physical nearly as often as they'd like to (or sometimes almost needed to). Betty's part-time job was expanded to nearly full-time covering for co-workers on vacation, and, along with dad and Patsy, she spent almost every other weekend at her father's favorite beach resort. Stacy spent several weeks visiting with her father, and another couple of weeks visiting her mother. She was also putting in as many hours as she could as a teacher's aide in summer school and as a study coordinator at the university. The pay wasn't that good, less than Betty was making as a glorified coffee girl, but it was more rewarding. They had one very close call with Jonathan just before school started. It was early on a Friday afternoon, when Betty thought the two of them would have several hours to themselves at her place. They were in her bedroom, on the bed, just getting started, when her dad arrived home early. Stacy was already topless and only had time to grab a pillow for decency's sake as he walked in on them. Thinking fast, Betty had just enough time to stand up and kick Stacy's bra and blouse under the bed. "Dad! You're supposed to knock first before you open the door! Now look what you've done. You've embarrassed Stacy!" "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just wondering what you were up to." The only thing he was sorry for was that he hadn't been a few seconds faster. He'd caught a glimpse of Stacy's tits before she got the pillow in front of her and wished he had managed to get a better look, only partly because he thought her nipples looked wet. He had his suspicions about Stacy and, when he'd seen her car out front, had walked in quietly, hoping to catch them 'in the act' as it were. "If you must know, we're trying to find something of mine that will fit her. Now would you mind getting out and closing the door? You're causing a draft." They found something that fit Stacy, and 'spilled' some cola on her blouse and bra as an excuse for why she needed something. They had to wait until her nipples returned to normal before heading out. Betty had an argument later with her dad about him spying on her and said 'what were you hoping to see, me or one of my friends naked or something?' Jonathan started to find more and more excuses to be with his daughter, occupying her time, keeping her busy and away from Stacy, but trying not to be obvious about it. He still couldn't do much about her occasional lunches and dinners with Joyce, but he'd think of something. It was slow, subtle, and it worked. They started to get out of the habit of seeing each other regularly, because neither seemed to be able to find much in the way of common free time. Betty thought this might be Stacy's choice. Maybe Stacy was hinting that it was time to move on. Meanwhile Betty was feeling lonelier and more distant from Stacy every day. They were lucky if they saw each other once a week, sometimes missing a week, and rarely being able to get intimate. Betty couldn't find any way to speak freely about what she was going through. That empty feeling inside her was returning, and she couldn't figure out why. ********************************************************************** <> Stacy leaned back into the couch. "Whew. Where does she get the energy? She tired me out, and I wasn't even doing the shopping!" Sitting down and curling up beside her friend, Betty replied. "I think she saves it up for the weekend. I'm not sure. She's always been like this, ever since I've known her." Stacy wrapped an arm around Betty. "I wonder about her though. When we were modeling these things, (fondling Betty through her skimpy garment) she was definitely getting hot. Do you think she's secretly bi?" "You heard her last night. She said no. She might have been fibbing though." "Then again maybe not. Maybe she just likes to look at pretty girls in skimpy outfits, without wanting to touch." "Yeah, could be. Sort of like you and those kisses Woody hands out. I can see you really like them, but you've never seemed interested in men before." "I'm still not, especially with you here. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy a really good kiss, knowing there's no pressure on me to do anything else. You still haven't gotten a good kiss from him though." "I thought that one this morning was wonderful. You mean he gets better?" "You caught him by surprise. He wasn't ready to give you a real kiss. Next time, you'd better hold on tight. He wraps his arm around you for a reason. He doesn't want you to fall down when he's finished. I've seen it happen." "Oooh, I can't wait. C'mere, you. I want you to get as good as him, and that means you'll need a *lot* of practice." "Mmmm. I think I could get used to this. Y'know, Stace, it feels strange. I know that we could sit here all night, just kissing and feeling good, but I can't seem to really relax tonight." "Okay Betty, what's the problem." "I'm not sure it's a problem. A little piece of me is still worried about my father and what this will do to him, and how moving out will affect my life from now on. I've lost the security of my home, and that scares me a little. Joyce is helping with getting me, I mean us, set up here, but she's using my mother's money. Soon I'll be talking with her again. After five years! That scares me a little too. So much has happened lately, it's becoming a little dreamy, sort of like one of those cheap novels you read. I mean, I'm sitting here with you, in *our* apartment, making kissy-kissy, and it just doesn't seem real somehow. I feel like I should be waking up soon to find myself still at home in bed. Am I making any sense?" "Well, it sounds like you just need to get used to the fact that you've moved out. It will take a while. After all, this is only your second night away from home, and things happened very quickly. Remember, two weeks ago your father didn't even know about us, and three days ago you were still living happily at home." "It did happen kind of sudden, didn't it. One minute I was arguing with dad, the next minute I was out of the house, probably for good. Deep inside, I don't feel it yet." "I know. There's just too much, too fast, to absorb it all right away. Don't worry, you'll catch up. It took me a while too, and I was only a bit older than you when I moved in here." Stacy started nibbling on Betty's ears and neck, keeping them both silent for a few minutes. Well, silent except for the odd moan or sigh. "One thing I do know, Stace, is that I'd rather be sitting here with you right now than be anywhere else in the world. What's going to happen now?" ********************************************************************** <> The proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan one Saturday late in October. Jonathan had promised Patsy an evening of dinner and dancing. This would leave Betty alone in the house all evening, since her dad had never returned from one of these dates before one in the morning. She called Stacy and, amazingly, she was free as well. Stacy promised to be over around eight. Dad usually went out between seven and seven thirty, so this left a half-hour safety margin. They hadn't seen each other for almost two weeks, and hadn't been intimate in over a month, so when Stacy arrived they went straight to the bedroom for some much-needed physical contact. Betty wanted to talk as well, but afterwards, when lust didn't cloud her mind. She wanted to know why the two of them were growing so distant. It was about an hour later when they were interrupted. Both were sweating, lying naked on Betty's bed with Betty's face buried in Stacy's snatch, working her towards her third release. "WHAT THE FUCKING CHRIST IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!" Jonathan had come home early. Patsy, claiming fatigue, had begged off dancing and gone home. Neither of the girls would have noticed a brass band marching past the bedroom door, and were oblivious to the sounds he'd made driving in and opening the front door. The noises they were making were unmistakable. All he heard, though, was another woman's sounds of pleasure, not his daughter's. Giving in to his fears, he peeked into her bedroom. His darkest suspicions were now confirmed in the worst way. It was a very loud and long series of arguments. He'd almost thrown Stacy out the door naked, but thought better of it. He let her get dressed at the front door with him standing in front of her yelling the whole time. His temper and language were horrid, calling both of them some of the worst things imaginable. There hadn't even been time for Betty to throw on a robe, trying to catch up to her father when he dragged Stacy by the arm out of her room, so she was also naked, covered with both of their juices, crying, and yelling at her father. Only when she went back to get Stacy's clothes did she take time to slip on her housecoat. Some of the things that hurt the most weren't the cuss words or the shouting. They were what he said about Stacy, because the words had some plausabilty, a possible ring of truth to them, no matter how much Betty tried to deny it. "Stacy is a heartless lying bitch! She'll say anything at all to keep you coming back for more sex!" "You goddamn lesbians are all the same! All you want to do is ruin a good home so you can laugh at us poor jerks when we're left with no-one! Just like that bitch who stole my wife from me!" "Get the fuck out of my house! Get the fuck out of my life! And stay the fuck out of my Daughter's life OR ELSE! And if I ever, and I do mean ever, see or hear of you near my daughter again, you will regret it horribly. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" "Jesus Christ Betty! It's exactly the same as when I met your mother! She'd just been dumped by her lover for some other floozy after giving her heart away! That Stacy bitch is doing the same thing to you!" "You think she doesn't have other lovers besides you? Don't be so fucking naive! That bitch probably sees you once ever week or three, just when she wants a piece of young innocent tail! She could care less about how you feel!" "No Betty. She doesn't love you. She never did. After tonight, you'll never hear from her again. Sure, love conquers all, but lust will find an easier route. She'll just grab another young innocent girl someplace to play her games with." "Look at your mother! She found a lezzie bitch to shack up with and just dumped you and me on our own! Did you ever here from her again? I know I certainly haven't! And Stacy reminds me a lot of both of them!" There were many other hateful and spiteful things said, some about Stacy, and some between father and daughter. Finally Betty went to her room to be alone, tired of the shouting. Jonathan sat up for most of the night, drinking, feeling somewhat pleased with himself. He'd finally caught them, and maybe gotten rid of Stacy for good. Now, hopefully, his daughter would change back to a normal person and start going out with boys again. ********************************************************************** * <> "Well, lets see, we'll probably sit here for a while, then have a shower and go to bed." "That's not what I meant, and you know it." "Little Blossom, we have our whole lives to live. Nobody can predict what will happen. We can look ahead and try to plan, but that's it. Right now, I'm taking things one day at a time, one thing at a time, having as much fun as I can. All I'm really sure of is that I love you. You want to know what my dream for the future is?" "What Stace?" "When I'm as old as Joyce, I hope I'm still having as much fun as she is. And that you'll be right there with me, so we'll never be lonely." "I like that dream. Anastasia?" "Yes?" "I guess we'd better go down and fill out that paperwork for Mrs. Jacobs tomorrow. After all, I'm planning on being with my lover for a long time." "You ... you mean that? After all this time you've finally made your decision?" "After all this time. I made it when I saw you in the restaurant the other day, waiting for me, wanting me. The ache in my heart when I thought you'd maybe gone for good was terrible. When I finally saw you again, it was wonderful. Right there I knew I didn't want to ever lose you." "Elizabeth, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. I also owe you an apology. Not because of what you said, because I plan on being the best and the only lover you'll ever have, but because of what I put you through. It wasn't fair for me to just duck out like that. You needed me and I wasn't there. I just wish I was as brave as you are. After what your father did to me, all I could think of was running and finding a place to hide. I almost did too god a job. I abandoned you and almost lost you. I'm sorry, and I promise I'll never leave you again." "Thank you. Apology accepted. And I'm gonna hold you to your promise. Y'know, I'm starting to get used to this now. Just sitting here, talking, you holding me, it feels so ... so right. It's slowly sinking in that I don't have to go home tonight ... or tomorrow ... or the next day. I don't have to call daddy for permission to sleep over, worry about him finding out, or any of that stuff. Because I'm already home!" "Yes you are. You're right exactly where you belong. With me. And don't you dare let me forget that, ever." "I won't. As long as you remember that you are mine, and mine alone. I don't share with anybody. Now kiss me. My lips are lonely 'cause it's been at least ten minutes since they last touched yours." They sat there for a while, kissing and caressing each other, slowly getting used to the lack of urgency, the fact that they didn't need to rush or watch the clock or listen for cars or footsteps. That feeling of rightness that she sometimes shared with Stacy was coming back. Draining away was the worry, the tension, the dread, anger, frustration and everything else. A calmness entered her, peace that she'd so often hungered for but rarely found, settling in to replace all those other emotions. She relaxed into Stacy's arms, finally able to really enjoy the touch of her skin, the warmth of her body, the comfort and security of her embrace. Sighing with contentment, she turned to hug Stacy, resting her head on her lover's chest and curling up in her lap. She could hear the slow steady beating of her lover's heart, and feel her chest rise up and down with every breath. Stacy had one arm around Betty's shoulders, holding her close, and the other was stroking her hair, her cheek, and her neck. It was an intimate caress, one that made Betty feel safe and protected. Alas, reality eventually intruded on this most touching scene. "Anastasia, lets go have that shower now. I'm getting cold." "Me too. These outfits look hot and drive up the temperature of whoever sees them, but aren't much good at keeping a body warm, are they?" Their shower was a long, slow, relaxed affair - well, mostly relaxed. Stacy showed Betty what the pulse setting on her removable showerhead was REALLY for. First, they washed each other's hair, using Stacy's special floral shampoo. Stacy soaped up her partner really good, scrubbing her all over with a washcloth and a loofa, making her tingle everywhere. This was followed by a soapy massage of her neck, shoulders, back, breasts, bottom, legs, and finally her pussy (of course). Betty had her foot up on the ledge, opening her legs wide for easy access. After grabbing the showerhead and setting it to pulse, she used it to rinse off all the soap and give Betty a skin massage, running the pulsed spray over almost every square inch of flesh. While doing this, she also slid two fingers into Betty's hole, starting a slow, grinding motion. Betty liked this so much she grabbed the railing with both hands, closed her eyes, and moaned her approval. Taking her time, Stacy slowly brought her lover up towards orgasm. When it grew imminent, she told Betty to hold off for a surprise. Working the sprayer across and down her stomach, she slowly brought the point of contact closer and closer to her lover's exposed clit. Betty was breathing rapidly, waiting, trying to hold off for that contact. When it happened, she tried to scream but her throat was locked up in her sudden orgasm. It was intense and long, lasting until Stacy pulled away the pulsed spray. All the way through, she could only gasp and give out small 'ah' sounds. Without her grip on the railing Betty would have fallen. As it was, Stacy had to help hold her up when it was over. It was wonderful. Betty had needed that for a while. Last night she was too tired and wound up for any kind of fun or sex play, but tonight was perfect for their enjoyment. Then it was Betty's turn. First the soaping with washcloth and loofa, then the massage, then the pulsed rinse. No fingers in the twat, no spray on the pussy, yet. She sat in the bottom of the tub, legs spread, and directed Stacy to sit also, facing her, legs spread, one arched over and one under her thighs. Holding her hands, she had Stacy lean back until she was lying flat out, pushing her pussy into the other's crotch. Betty then leaned against the back of the tub, head up but relaxed. Only then did she begin to play the pulsed spray over them both, covering each with the hot water, paying particular attention to Stacy's breasts. It felt good, warm and tingly, especially when it touched the more sensitive areas on their bodies, like nipples and thighs. Stacy's eyes were closed, immersed in the tactile play of the water's caress and the touch of skin on skin. Betty could feel a renewal of her need, the urgency of which had only slightly subsided with her first orgasm. Using her free hand, she began to play with her breasts and nipples, caressing them, gently pulling and pinching her sensitive nubs. Occasionally she reached down to spread her lips open for the streams of warm water, multiplying the effect, bringing her a little closer to the edge each time. She could see Stacy doing the same thing, unabashedly stroking both their pussies and playing with her own breasts and nipples. It was erotic because she knew what those soft hands and nimble fingers could do to her. Hardly noticeable at first, the spray began to wander more and more over their bellies and thighs, occasionally even touching or passing over their crotches. She could hear Stacy gasp slightly or give out a tiny whimper whenever the spray touched her pussy. Tightening its wanderings further, she limited her attentions to their mounds, inner thighs and slots. Betty closed her eyes, sighing with the pleasure of this new sensation. Using ears and touch, it was easy to tell when she hit Stacy's sensitive spots and how close she was to going over. She could feel everything through her thighs, buttocks, and pussy lips. Each time Stacy clamped down with her vagina, there was a tickling sensation on Betty's outer lips. It only added to the pleasure of their slow mutual masturbation. Building up a tiny bit at a time, Betty began a soft grind of her hips, rubbing herself up against Stacy's ass and crotch, almost crying when Stacy's hips started rotating in counterpoint. She let it drag out, not in any hurry for this, wanting a huge release. It was incredible how hot her cunt felt right now, juices flowing freely, washing over herself and Stacy, mixing in with the warm streams of water. Neither girl cared about or noticed anything outside of their bodies, totally wrapped up in this deep, hedonistic play. The only senses active were touch and hearing, and that limited to the sound of the spray and of each other's pleasure. Both could feel the other's arousal, the twitching, the twisting, the muscle spasms, being locked in pussy against pussy. Each twist of her wrist sent fresh jets of hot, pulsing water against one or the other slot, sending new waves of sensation deep into each of their bellies. The one not directly under the spray received the lighter feel of the backwash and splashes, and the contractions, moans and whimpers of the other. Both were heavily aroused, outer and inner lips spread, clits fully engorged and extended, reaching for the next pulse of spray, water alternately flowing into and being squeezed out of each hole, this squirt sometimes travelling straight into the open hole of the other, all adding to their intense, shared pleasure. "Oh god, I'm so close!" "Soon, Stace, soon. It'll be soon. I'll say when. Wait for me." "Hurry. Please." It was so close, Betty holding off until she couldn't endure any more. With a long, drawn-out whine, she said "now." They each convulsed, bucking into one another. She felt her orgasm approaching, then crashing over her like an ocean wave, pulling her along helplessly, covering her completely, rolling her over and over. Each time she was coming down a little, the spray would be back on her, pushing her wave higher, or Stacy would buck again and rub hard against her. There was no stopping until her pleasure wave was completely spent, leaving her gasping on the beach. She left the spray full on Stacy then, knowing she could extend her orgasm longer, waiting until she cried 'no more'. It was hard to come down. Each time she relaxed a little, Stacy would jerk or twist, rubbing against her lips and her clit, setting off small ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She couldn't help her own spasms from happening either, each one shooting down through her body, through her crotch and into her lover, making her squirm and groan. They bounced back and forth like this for what seemed like ages before calming down. Both were completely drained, lying there in the tub, unable to move, the water still pulsing, but no longer directed at building their excitement. It might not be the strongest orgasm she'd ever had, but it was definitely the deepest and most satisfying. She just wanted to lie there and rest, maybe forever, bathed in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss. After the longest time, Stacy finally spoke. "I think we're gonna do this again some day." There was a long pause before Betty answered. "Yeah. Like in a week or two. I might wake up by then." "Did it hit you as hard as it did me?" "Well, if you're talking about a freight train, yeah." "That's ... pretty close. I guess we should get to bed soon, before I fall asleep here in the tub." "Yeah. Another hour I just might be able to move." With much moaning and groaning, and a little whimpering, they crawled out of the tub, dried off and went to bed. Holding each other, both warm, tired and sleepy, completely satiated, they kissed, then relaxed. Each spoke once. "Betty, I love you." "Stacy, I love you too." And fell asleep. ********************************************************************** <> Christmas this year was held at Marion and Mike's ranch house. Everyone made the trip except Jonathan. He hadn't been invited. The host and hostess (Betty's mom and her newish husband) were in the kitchen cleaning up, aided by Joyce, Diana, and Susan (Diana's live-in for the last few years). Walter and Madge (Stacy's dad and his new girlfriend) were in the backyard along with Carol (Stacy's mom, Walter's ex-wife), sitting and jawing with Phil and Nancy. They were Mike's two kids from his previous marriage, so officially they were Betty's step brother and step sister. Betty and Stacy were sitting in the front room, quietly talking, and playing with five year old Victoria. It took over two weeks after she'd left home before she had the courage to talk with her father and tell him what was happening. He was calm and reasonable the whole time. The fact that they'd met in a restaurant and had Robert, Patsy, and an officer as witnesses probably had something to do with it. He finally agreed to let Joyce and the detective pack up her things. Betty refused to ever step foot in that house again, or ever be alone with him. At least they were now on speaking terms. She'd mailed him a christmas card, from her and Stacy, and he'd called to wish them both the best of the season before they left. She told him where they would be spending Christmas. He was silent for a minute, but then told her to have fun. The two girls settled in nicely together, rarely having spats and immediately making up afterwards (some thought their spats were just an excuse to make up, but that's some folks opinion and you know what that's worth). Stacy was now a sophomore in college, working towards a combined degree in economics and business management. Betty was a senior, still in high school, preparing for college. She didn't know if she wanted to go into biology, sociology, or theater. Some of Jordan's passion for the stage had apparently rubbed off onto her. Walter was getting used to the fact that his daughter would probably never marry, at least in the traditional sense. He did smile when Stacy hinted that grand-kids weren't totally out of the question. That got a strange look from Betty, who promised herself they'd be talking about this real soon. Patsy called them early on Christmas day to wish everyone a merry Christmas (from her place, of course). She and Jonathan were going out for a romantic dinner that night, and the next day they would be flying off to Paris for a week. Betty actually hoped they'd have a good time. Victoria Naomi Brust was an absolutely delightful surprise for Betty. It was the biggest shock of her life when she found out that she had a baby sister. Apparently mom was pregnant when she'd left Jonathan, and never told him. He still didn't know. Patsy did, and had sent along a nice present for the little tyke. All in all, things were looking pretty good. ********************************************************************** <> Authors notes: Jonathan did finally learn about Victoria and got to meet her for the first time last year. It was just after the birth of his and Patsy's son. Betty and Stacy brought her out to see her new half-brother, and promised they'd bring the baby back for a visit some day too. Patsy thought it was a wonderful idea, giving the rest of his relatives a chance to see him. This earned her some dark looks from Jonathan. No, Patsy hasn't married Jonathan or even moved in with him. She said he'd take that as a sign of ownership, which she could never stand. This way, he had to stay nice or she could (and would) tell him to take a hike. <>