My Daughter's Story

By Lace Priest

Not sure what kind of story this is, a bit of a departure from my usual (I think). As usual, there will be women loving women. You have been warned.

I was finally going to visit my daughter Nancy in Sydney Australia. She's been living and workig there for 5 years, and we haven't seen each other in all that time, barely spoken even. Sigh. Don't ask why. Suffice it to say that she is living with... a... woman!

The woman makes the sign of the cross.

However, I had had enough of 'that' nonsense. She wasn't a kid anymore, she's 28 for god sakes and it was time she realized that she had to grow up and do grown up things. I could only hope there was still some simple fool out there that would marry my daughter once they knew her 'lesbian' history.

Oh I know she's going to say that she's already married. But honestly, the kids of today! I know it's not legal and it's only a matter of time before she realizes how silly it is. I mean, she can't even have children!

The woman sighed again.

I truly have my work cut out for me when I get there, cause that time is now. I wonder what kind of evil power that woman has over my little girl? She must be the leader to some lesbian brainwashing cult. My daughter simply can not be a lesbian.

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I have some bad news, really bad news and I don't know how to break it to my wife. I've thought about blurting it out while she's in the throes of passion, but then I realized that would be a bit mean. (A bit?) It'd be the same as winning the lottery and someone telling you you can't have it. In other words, an aborted orgasm. Huh? Aborted... is there such a thing? Damn, even my thoughts don't make any sense.

I think she may be a bit suspicious already. The fact that I'm dressed as the character I play in my TV show plus we're on our way to an impromptu picnic behind our house is probably a dead give-away that something 'not nice' is coming. Not that we're not spontaneous. We are. But I've rejected the idea of wearing my outfit off the set for anything other than work for the last 4 years we've been together. Not that I'm a prude or anything, but the idea makes me feel like I'm bringing my job to our personal lives.

However I know what's coming up ahead, and I'm trying to make up for it before hand. Me playing dress up has been a fantasy she's had since the day she met me and saw me in my outfit. Of course I drew the line at having her dress up like my co-worker though I can definitely picture her in leather. But that would have been just way too weird. I glance over to her as we're walking hand in hand. It's the least I can do for now.

However, as I knew it would, my costume which consists of my really short brown skirt and even shorter green top soon has my lover distracted from her suspicions. We barely got to the clearing when she dropped everything she was carrying and had her hands all over me. Once again I'm very grateful there is so much land and trees around the house to keep nosy neighbors from knowing our business. Or as is usually in our case, knowing our bare butts.

By the gods, (did I just think that phrase, ugh) one of the things I loved most about Brenda was how good she was in bed or in this case, a blanket on cushiony grass. She just had this ability to get me wet with just a kiss. A touch. Even a look. I'm really going to hate doing this. Parents can really suck!

I manage to hold her off a bit until we had eaten and packed the remains away. I wanted to make sure I set the proper mood to drop my bomb. But then, she was back on me like white on rice. Should I tell her now before we get carried away...oh, but that feels so...good.

Brenda knew something was up. In all the four years they'd been married, she had been begging her wife to bring her TV clothes home for a little 'fun', but she had always refused, unfortunately citing good reasons. But seeing her partner in that skirt and top just did something to her. Always had. However, she didn't want to spoil it right now by thinking about the reasons behind her wish coming true. For now, she would enjoy the feelings her partner invoked, the freedom to let her thoughts run wild, the pleasurable arousal. Making love to Nancy while in costume felt forbidden, sinful, decadent. She was going to take her just as she was. She wouldn't be stopped a second time.

The dark haired woman slid a hand underneath the green top, marveling at the full softnes she felt. Thoroughly enjoying the arching of the body below her, and the gasp that seemed to always penetrate her senses. She swapped away hands that were reaching for the laces that held the top together. Brenda wanted the full effect. The clothes were staying on.

She heard the small chuckle as she figured her wife caught on.

"Pervert." She heard whispered in her ear, followed by a moan.

The comment brought a smile to Brenda's face and she moved further down, but she continued kissing any smooth skin exposed, going around the top, teasing, nipping, burrowing her lips as far underneath the cloth as possible. Needing to feel more, she quickly stood up and took off her own clothes.

"Hey, why do you get to be naked but not me?" I asked. I knew the reason why, but I wanted to have some fun with her. I loved how playful we could be.

Brenda knew I loved to see her beautiful body naked. I was already turned on and we had barely started. However, I don't think I can wait too much longer. Our pre picnic session had started a raging fire.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to ask questions, bard?" Brenda whispered in an ear, thinking how tasty it felt on her tongue.

Oh boy, my wife's in full acting mode now. It's a shame she only works behind the scenes.

"Babe, I've got something to tell you." I barely managed to groan out. What am I saying? And why am I saying it now?

"Later." Brenda gasped. Whatever it was, it could wait. Right now, she was enjoying the feeling of the rough clothes rubbing on her sensitive skin, the tingle of the outside air flowing over her body.

"I want to love you now, Nan." Brenda choked out. "You look sooo sexy with those clothes." The visuals were playing havoc on her body. It felt deliciously wrong and naughty. The dark haired woman ran her hands down a bare waist to the muscled thighs wrapped around her, circling to the inside, shivering as she felt the edge of the brown skirt slide up her arms. Her lover had no underwear.

"Tell me Nan," Brenda grunted as her fingers slid up and down the wetness she found. A very slow and maddening pace. "Tell me who I am." She slid two fingers in and gasped at the intensity thinking how could something feel so good!

"You're my warrior."

Brenda barely heard her reply through the roaring in her head. She felt herself entered hard and started to ride those skillful fingers as her lover rode hers. A hand was holding her tightly, keeping their bodies in contact. Everything felt so delicious against her skin.

Oh god, she is so out of control. I just love when she gets like this, when she lets herself go. "Come on my warrior, give in to me. Surrender. I love you."

Oh yeah, she's going to come hard. I can tell, she is so close. When she gets like this, she sweats so much! I never thought sweat could be such a turn on, but on her, it looks almost primal.

"Oh Nan." She moans above me. Oh sweet Jesus, Her voice! I'm coming!

"Bren!" I can't help but respond.

I feel her teeth clamp down on my neck and my left breast squeezed really hard at the same time. That's all I need.

"Nan!" I hear muffled through gritted teeth. Gloriously, I feel a sudden moist warmth coat my hand. God, if only I could taste it, her, everything.

"Let me guess," Kiss. Lick. Pant. "They're...mmm...canceling the show without giving us severance pay." Brenda is too busy loving the tender moments after making love to really care what the news is. Though how she went back to that thought after what happened is beyond me.

Playful blue eyes looked my way. And then continued on their way. God her hand feels so good on my breast. Mmmm, I just love when she licks my navel.

I sighed as I realize what she said. My wife can be such a pain sometimes. But I wouldn't trade her for the world. "Hon, I'm serious." I take her hand and pull her up to me. I need to tell her now before we go to round two. Otherwise I'll never tell her.

"My parents are coming for a visit."

That got her attention.

"I see."

Brenda, looking highly disturbed, got dressed, and walked quickly away from me back towards our house.

I was so stunned by her brusque actions, I never even had the chance to talk to her while she put on her clothes. Gathering my wits, I followed after her, hoping she'd be home. Times like this, she'd disappear for hours.

When I walked in, she was pacing back and forth until it seemed that upon hearing me, she plopped rather ungracefully onto the couch. The fact that we never discussed my parents must have given her a clue as to the seriousness of the situation.

"Do you want me to move out or something."

The words cut me like a knife. "Fuck no! You are my wife, the biggest, most important thing in my life." I knelt in front of her as I grasped her hands which I noticed are now ice cold. To think, they had just created fire moments ago. "Our lives are going to be a living hell while she's here, but I wouldn't stand a chance if I didn't have you to go to every night."

Brenda thanked every god she knew that she didn't have to move out. But she would have gladly done it if that's what her soulmate had told her. The news was rocking her to the core. What if Nan decided to go back to the states? She didn't know how much Nancy missed her parents, didn't know what kind of relationship they had, didn't know anything. All she knew was that this could mean she could lose her soulmate. That was unthinkable.

She finally raised her head, pinning me with her blue eyes. I brought her hands to my lips, feeling light-headed as I smelled myself on her fingers. How strange that we could be in bliss one minute, and almost in despair the next.

"I love you", I heard and felt strong arms wrapping themselves around me. 'Go ahead mom, do your worst,' I thought to myself.

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As soon as the doorbell rang, we both looked at each other. Oh boy, here we go.

I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

"Hi!" I greeted enthusiastically. "I...."

"Oh come here honey and give your mom a hug." The older woman said as she put the bags she was carrying down.

I complied dutifully. "Hi daddy." I squeaked out over her shoulder.

"Hey hey, don't I get a hug too?"

Brenda watched from behind, noticing that the second hug was a little more sincere than the last one.

"Mom, this is Brenda. Brenda, this is Mary, my mom."

Brenda stuck her hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mary promptly took Nancy's hand instead and led her further into house. "So, darling, tell me more about this TV show you're in."

Brenda caught green apologetic eyes looking her way, then she meekly looked at the man still standing in the doorway in front of her suddenly unsure of what to do next. "Hi." She said hesitantly.

"Hi, Brenda." Nancy's father stuck out his hand. "Name is Henry, it's a pleasure to finally meet the person that my daughter has been raving about all these years."

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"Mom, that was extremely rude. I can't believe you did that!"

"Oh child, you're gonna be leaving her in a couple of days anyway, so it doesn't really matter, now does it?" The woman busied herself by inspecting her surroundings, or so it seemed.

"What!" I stopped in my tracks. "What are you talking about? I'm not leaving anywhere!" I think my mom's finally gone over the edge. It would take a miracle of god to get me to leave my wife.

"Ssh, we'll talk about it later. Come, we have a lot to catch up. Five years is a long time to abandon your mother"

I sighed. It was going to be worse than I thought.

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I hadn't seen my wife ever since this morning when my parents came. I felt guilty that she felt she had to hide. It was now evening and it was time I went in search of her. The witch of the states had finally retired for the night.

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"Henry!" I shrieked. My eyes could not believe what they were seeing. "Henry, come look at what your daughter is doing." I hissed.

The old man knew better than to argue. Grudgingly he got up from bed and walked over to the window. The sight brought a smile to his face. "Awwww, how cute," he whispered. He got a slap upside the head for his comment.

"Cute!" The woman raged. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! I can't believe my baby is doing such filthy things."

"Honey, they're in love..."

"Love! That's not love, that's...that's disgusting! I'm going to put a stop to this right now!"

Henry shook his head slowly, feeling sorry for his daughter. He was glad his daughter looked so happy with Brenda. It seemed this woman loved her very much. While a woman wasn't his first choice, he knew his daughter could have chosen a lot worse. Brenda and him had hidden together all day, getting to know each other. Everything his daughter had secretly told him was true. He had seen the attraction his Nancy felt for Brenda, she was a delightful person. It was this reason he was not ashamed that he had to hide his relationship with his daughter from his wife. He was not about to alienate his only daughter because of his wife.

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"Mmmmm, come here beautiful." I wrapped my arms around Brenda's neck, pulling her closer to my lips. "I missed you big time." I felt her cling to me tightly. "You didn't have to hide, you know, this is your house."

"How are you doing, love?" Brenda purred, ignoring the sentence. She only had one thing on her mind, and arguing was not one of them. She had missed her lover like crazy, but she had stayed away so she wouldn't be a constant visual reminder to her mother.

I couldn't help but snuggle into her, taking in her scent, and the night air. I turned my head and took in the peacefulness of our backyard. The memories of all our lovemaking we'd done here over the years pleasantly flitting by. I had to admit, I was seriously considering dressing up again. That last one had been very intense.

But I concentrated on the here and now. I loved our ritual of us against the tree, me leaning on her, strong arms around me, trading kisses and sharing thoughts. Especially tonight. I craved her.

"Can't I just throw her out and send her back to the states?"

Her chuckling sent a pleasant tickling through my body.

"Can't really blame her. All parents want what they think is best for their kid." Brenda held on tighter. As irrational as it was, deep down, she was scared that Mary might actually convince Nancy to leave her.

"But my father likes you." I argued. I knew he did. He had kinda disappeared all day too and I could just bet that my Brenda had been a haven to him too from the constant nagging and what not.

Her answer was to bring my body closer to hers. Her finger tips touched my face and I couldn't help but groan. She could be so gentle. Her extreme gentleness was such a turn on for me. And before I knew it, she was kissing me with honest passion. Even after all our time together, I am still head over heels in love with her.

"What is the meaning of this!"

It takes me awhile to come out of my daze to realize my mother is standing by the door with smoke coming out of her ears. Talk about a rude interruption!

"What do you mean?" I move towards her but feel a gentle touch on my waist. "Mother, you better have a good reason for interrupting us."

"Reason! Of course I do, young lady. There will be none of that perversion while I'm in this house. Is that understood!" The nerve of that child. I feel like I could spontaneously combust, kissing a woman....in the street!

"Mother, this is my house, and I will do whatever I want. And..." I heard my wife walking away. I knew she felt responsible. "You have absolutely no say in the matter."

I didn't wait for an answer. Brenda leaving was not a good sign. She was quiet and forgiving but only up to a point then her temper could kick in at any moment.

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Over the next two days, I saw less and less of my wife. And my mother threw every insult known to man or woman at me. To top it all off, I was sexually frustrated. Due to my hysterical mother, Brenda kept her hands off me. I was ready to go to a hotel for the night, week, hell, even a year.

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It was afternoon, the sun was shining in through windows and Brenda and me were having a grand old time on the couch. My parents decided they were going to go out for the day exploring our country and we were making the most of it. I think part of it was we were both getting a kick at the thought of my mother catching us groping each other like teens. Of course, like all good things, and Murphy's Law, it came to an end. My mother yelled her first words out of her mouth as soon as she had shut the front door with a bang.

"Good heavens, Nancy. Please stop acting like a whore and get off that woman!"

As soon as the words left her lips, I knew we were all in trouble. Brenda shot out from under me before I even knew what was happening and I was now lying on my back on the couch.

I laid there slack jawed as I saw my woman grab the front of my mother's shirt and propel her across the room, pushing her up against the wall.

"Henry, if you so much as even come near me right now, I'm gonna kick the shit of you too." Brenda yelled, pointing at the old man without even looking at him while she held onto Mary's shirt with her right hand.

Astonished, I realized my father never even had the desire to interfere in the first place 'cause he never moved. Was that pride I saw in his eyes?

"Now you listen to me, mom." Brenda sneered. "You can say all you want about me. Heck, you can slap me around, kick me, punch me, whatever, but I will not, will not allow you to treat my wife like she's less than human. She is your daughter, for christ sakes!"

I didn't think I could love her anymore than what I already did. I was wrong.

"The minimum she deserves is your courtesy. Something you'd even extend to strangers. Now you either treat her with the respect she more than deserves or get the fuck out of my house. Is that understood?" Brenda emphasized with another push against the wall.

I searched the green eyes of my daughter, disappointed to see her look away. Then those of my husband. He too pointedly looked down to the floor. I was on her own. My eyes tracked back to the furious blues eyes in front of me when I felt another push against my chest.

How dare my family abandon me! Even my own husband is letting this woman man-handle me. I can't be wrong, can I?

"Is that understood!" A deeper lower snarl.

At this close range, I couldn't help but notice how truly beautiful this woman was that my daughter had chosen as a partner. Her protectiveness of Nancy astounded me. Henry had certainly never stood up to anyone on her account. He certainly wasn't doing it now.

"Yes." I muttered softly and was abruptly let go. I watched amazed as she passed by my daughter, whispered an apology and was soon out the door.

My eyes went back to Henry. Not looking at anyone, he silently went up the stairs. I saw Nancy slump down on the couch, just her blond head visible.

Who was this woman that her daughter would fight for her so much and in turn would do the same for her. Something she knew she never would have done if her parents had objected to Henry. Though, if she were truly honest with herself, she had to admit that she didn't think she had ever really been in love with him, not like this. Not like them. Of course, now they stayed together cause people their age didn't have the energy to go 'dating' again. That was for young folks. No, they stayed together because they pretty much had nothing better to do.

But this? Was this what Nancy really wanted? I wanted to know more about Brenda.

Carefully, Mary made her way over and sat on the table in front of the couch.

So many questions, where do I start? I took a deep breath. "Do you guys have sex?"

Nancy groaned and covered her face. "Mother, what kind of question is that? Regardless of whether it's legally recognized or not, we're married. So what do you think is the answer to that? What do married people do?"

I should have known. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, wringing my hands in the process. "I just..."

"What mother?" Nancy could tell that something had changed. Being pushed up against the wall by a mad 6ft tall woman could do that to a person.

"Tell me about her. Tell me how you guys met." I reached out and grabbed a much younger hand, trying not to think of where it could have been.

Oh boy, this is definitely new. "I had already been working on the set for a year when she started.

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She was hired to do various things. I always saw her on a ladder, constructing things, yelling at someone or another. But we never had any reason to interact, so that was the extent of my knowledge about her for awhile.

One day, I was fairly high up suspended when the harness I had on snapped. My instant thought was 'oh my god, I'm gonna die.' Remarkably, I didn't. Thanks to Brenda. But while I was able to walk away unharmed, she had been hurt. She had to be rushed to the hospital with an injured back.

For several days, all I heard from all of the workers was her leap of life to save me. No one could figure out how she knew it had snapped, or how she moved so quickly.

Once I'd heard that she'd been released from the hospital, I waited two days before I went to her home.

"I know you'll probably wondering why I waited. Mom, I just don't know it was just one of those things." You know I'm not the bold type. And like I said, I really didn't know her at all. All I knew was that her name was Brenda and we worked together.

So I stood in front of her doorstep for about 5 minutes, gathering up my courage before I rang the doorbell. "Come in," I heard muffled through the door. When I opened the door, the sight almost broke my heart. Here was this total stranger to me, shuffling in a painful way, to greet me. In pain because of me.

I saw her blue eyes widen. I was probably the last person she expected. "Hi."

"Hi." She said, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"My name is Nancy." I smiled. "I don't think we've been formally introduced."

"Brenda."

Then we kinda stared at each other, neither one of us sure of what to do next.

"Please, have a seat."

I walked over to the couch, once again cringing as I saw her slowly settle herself onto the coffee table. "Sorry about your back." I said lamely. This woman had saved my life and that was the best I could come up with.

She waved it away. "Nah, don't worry about it. My back should be ok in about three weeks or so."

Her leap from the ladder and my weight as it came down had made her fall the wrong way. From what I understood, the doctors were surprised she wasn't paralyzed from a broken back.

Once again there was silence. But the strange thing was that it wasn't like an uncomfortable silence. It was just like 'there.'

"Can I ask you a question?" The one that's been bothering me for days.

"Can you tell me how you did it. Everyone was looking at so many other things that was going on at once but no one knew. How did you know, how were you able to move so quick?"

Then the inexplicable happened. She blushed a deep red. "I...uh...was looking at you." She whispered.

I couldn't help but notice how she nervously wrung her hands. Ah, I should have known. I've caught her several times looking my way whether I'm saying my lines or even just standing around waiting for my turn. It never bothered me. Not that I would have admitted it to anyone, but I was kinda flattered by it. I've had other women look at me and it was so different than guys. Women rarely looked at me like I'm was just a piece of meat.

Just then her stomach let out this loud growl. She got even redder than I thought possible.

"Sorry about that. Let me get some water and I'll be right back. Would you like something to drink?"

"Water?" I asked as I saw her struggling to get up. "No, go ahead and make dinner. I won't be staying long.

Looking kinda sheepish Brenda answered, "Uh...I can't make dinner. I've been trying to fill myself up on liquids 'til I can start cooking again."

"You haveen't eaten in two days? Why didn't you just call for delivery or a friend, or something?" I had to admit I was concerned. She was already thin to begin with.

"Um...cause I'm really new to the country and I don't know who delivers and my computer is upstairs which I can't reach, so I kinda ran out of options as to how to find someone who does.

I guess my face must have prompted her further.

"Maybe the fall jumbled my brains around cause I haven't thought of a better solution." She laughed softly.

"Let me guess, you don't know anyone on the set enough to call either, right?" Red seemed to be her permanent color.

"I didn't want to disturb anyone."

My guilt just increased tenfold. "Well, that's about to be rectified. From now on, I'll just come here every day and I'll either cook or order something. Right now, since you're starving, I say ordering is the way to go."

I almost laughed at the look of horror on the woman's face.

"Oh my god, no! Nancy, you can't. It...you're..."

"Nonsense. Just point me to the phone." I said.

And so, for the next three weeks, I went over to her house everyday. We had an absolutely great time. She was funny, sensitive, incredibly intelligent, simply amazing. We had become even better friends than my co-star and me and I had thought that bond was strong.

After the three weeks, she was ready to go back to work. She was happy, and I was happy for her. I was looking forward to spending more time with her at work. Maybe include her in my lunch time spent with Blair, my co-worker and friend.

I got to work and found myself searching for her when I found her talking to a woman I had never seen on the set before. Not liking the sight and not really knowing why, I rudely pulled on a worker that just happened to be passing in front of me and asked him who the new person was.

"Oh, that was a temporary replacement for Brenda. Her name is Marta, I think."

"Sorry I was so rough. Thanks." I told him, now feeling furious. Marta.

I felt ridiculous but I didn't like the way that woman was looking at my Brenda. 'My?' And in the short span of time I had been watching them, 'Marta' had touched Brenda at least a half a dozen times. I didn't like it at all.

Of course, this obviously meant that any plans for lunch were now gone. Marta wouldn't let my friend out of her sight. I thought it was pathetic.

For three days, even though we still continued to see each other for dinner, during the days at work, she was completely off limits to me. Of course, I had no claims on her. But I didn't understand, I knew she was in love with me. I had clearly seen it in her eyes. But Brenda had never even so much as touched me casually. She had been a perfect 'gentlewoman.' I wasn't so sure whether I liked that or not.

I wasn't shocked when 2 days later, she canceled our nightly dinner.

"Nan, I hope you don't mind, Marta's asked me out to dinner tomorrow night."

"No, go right ahead. I hope you have fun. Uh...sorry, I gotta run."

I hung up before I could say something stupid. The shortest conversation we've ever had. However, hearing those words made my heart sink. What made all of this worse was that I couldn't understand why. Why did I care if she went to dinner with another woman? Why did I care if she wanted to spend time with someone else? But then, how could she love me and want to be with someone else?

So I did the only thing I could do. I followed them.

I was too far away to hear what they talked about, but I could tell that Brenda was having a good time. A good time without me.

The worse part came at the end of the night. I continued to follow them. I parked my car and walked up close to her house, feeling like a sneak and hid behind a tree. I groaned as I saw Marta walk around the car and open the door for Brenda. How could I compete with that? My heart clenched tighter when I saw the tall redhead place a hand on Brenda's back and stroll to the front door. I saw them talking a bit when I almost bit my tongue in panic.

Marta reached down to grab what I knew were strong hands and placed them behind her neck. Slowly she dipped her head and they kissed! Marta was kissing my Brenda! I felt like my heart was shattering. It was in that startling moment that I finally understood what my feelings were. I too had fallen in love with her. And as I watched them kiss, I prayed to every god known to mankind that Brenda wouldn't invite her in. Because that would mean...

No, she couldn't. Her back was still aching, she still won't able to do anything major; was sex major between women? Relief poured through my body. I still had a chance. A chance? A chance to do what? What exactly was I supposed to do?

To my surprise, I found myself angry. How can she love me and be with someone else, damn it! Why hasn't she asked me out to dinner?

'Duh, Nan, she knows you're straight. How far did she expect to go with a straight girl?' Well, she could have at least tried. I was miffed. I knew my expectations were extremely unreasonable. She was looking for someone to love her back, not a straight chick.

I was shocked when I heard the bell ring. In all my musings, I hadn't realized that I had walked up to her door. I was speechless when the door opened.

"Hi." After a minute of my silence, Brenda appeared worried. "Are you all right?"

"Can I come in?" I looked all around the house. I had been so deep in my contemplation, I hadn't even noticed if and when that bitch left. For all I knew, she could be upstairs right now, getting naked or something.

Looking flustered, the dark haired woman dragged me in.

I still didn't know what I was doing there. I saw her look at her watch. What am I doing here at this time of night, I expected her to say? Brenda sat on the couch and looked at me expectantly. Did she want me to hurry up and leave cause Marta was upstairs?

Mentally I slapped myself at where my thoughts had been going. But what I blurted out was so outrageous, I think I should have remained silent.

"I know you're in love with me!"

Brenda shot out of the couch like a cannonball. Way to go Nancy.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Brenda started pacing around.

I could tell she was shaking, and she started wringing her hands.

"I thought I was doing good. I didn't think you'd notice...

On and on she rambled, but I was entranced by the sound of her voice. Words filtered in, basically confirming what I already knew. I was ecstatic but I still had no clue what to do.

"Brenda." She was quiet in an instant. I stood up and walked over to her, slowly. She looked like she was ready to dart. I grabbed her hand and sat her back down on the couch.

I couldn't look at her, not with what I wanted to say. "I don't want you to see Marta anymore." Now that is a way to start a non existent relationship. I am woman, hear me roar.

A warm hand brought my face up.

"Is this because you think you like me?"

It was barely a whisper. I knew I had shocked her. I felt my eyes water. I was confusing the hell out of my best friend and I felt totally out of control.

"This is probably very unfair of me to ask...say." I looked away again. "I've been so jealous all night long, knowing you were with another woman." I closed my eyes. "I thought I was going to die if you had taken her in." At least I was hoping there was no one there. I had yet to confirm anything. "I kinda was glad you had a back injury. I figured you weren't ready for anything. Horrible, isn't it?"

I was suddenly engulfed in a warm embrace. I thought I was going faint. All I could think was how good she felt, and how great she smelled, and the feeling of her hands on my back. The smile she gave me, melted all my insides.

If we were inseparable before, we became even more so after that. I was so happy to see that she no longer even gave Marta the time of day. And of course, I got my original wish, we were now having lunch together.

The magical moment came about two weeks later. We were here in the far back of my house by the pond, on a blanket, enjoying the night sounds and a bottle of wine. The moon reflecting off her face was sorta like a deciding moment for me. And as if she had sensed it, she slowly leaned in and kissed me for the first time.

It was the most explosive thing that had ever happened to me. The intensity almost drowned me. When I pulled back, I was gasping for air as if I had just run the winning dash. She raised her fingers and softly touched my lips as if they were the most fragile things she'd ever felt. Then those gorgeous blue eyes looked at me, as if they were going deep into me.

"Did you like that?" She whispered. She looked so afraid.

I had such a huge lump in my throat, all I could do was nod. Her smile was so incredible, all I could do was kiss her again.

Unknowingly, I closed my eyes, forgetting I was retelling this story to my mother. Images from four years ago floated through my head as if they had just happened yesterday.

As if we were in a trance, we walked hand in hand back to the house. All I was aware of was her presence, the warmth of her hand in mine, the scent of her perfume surrounding me, the way her body stayed connected with mine the whole way back.

Once inside, I went to hug her and was surprised at the trembling I felt. "Have you done this before?" I whispered, curious wondering.

She laughed, looking adorably shy. "Yes, does it bother you?"

"No, one of us has to know what to do, but...why are you shaking. You're not afraid, are you?"

"I'm terrified."

Brenda took a deep sigh, bathing me with her sweet breath.

"I want to do this right." She took my hands. "I..."

I couldn't take it anymore. She looked so sweet, so vulnerable, I just kissed her again and lost myself in her. The trip to the bedroom was careful, rushed, passionate, gentle, everything. It was a myriad of emotions that I was getting swept up in.

I felt her hands everywhere. I couldn't breathe. She was taking me places no one else ever had. I felt like that boat in The Perfect Storm, riding up this huge tidal wave. I was terrified, exhilarated, excited. We were moving together, her guiding me, taking me places, showing me things. And then, suddenly, the wave was gone. I opened my eyes and the vision before me stole my breath. I was surprised to see that we were both naked. I never even realized when it happened. I was spell bound.

This exquisite beauty was straddling me, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs, clenched. The fear I felt before was nothing to what I felt now. Why did she stop? Did I not do something right...did I make her change her mind?

"Bren, what's wrong," I choked out, unable to get out more past my own panting.

"I'm doing this wrong. I need to slow down." She closed her eyes. "Your first time should be special. I want you to feel everything, not this frenzied thing. I want it to have meaning, something you can always remember."

I pulled her down towards me. "Brenda, this is already special for me. Absolutely no one has ever made me feel this good, this loved before. Please." I couldn't stop myself from licking the lobe I was whispering to. And just as quickly, that wave was back, except this time it was a stronger, faster and higher. But I was not afraid.

She growled, she whispered. Her body moved so sensually. Her words, her phrases sent me higher and higher. I never would have thought words could do so much. Not the ones she was saying.

"Nan, you feel so fucking good." Large hands caressing my body.

"Babe, you are so wet." Long fingers stroking me.

"God, you taste so delicious." Lips deeply sucking my breasts.

"My fingers feel so good in your pussy." The steady thrusting of her fingers inside me.

She was engaging all of my senses; her blue eyes looking at me full of lust, the skin her fingers touched, the places her tongue licked, her sounds, her smell that was changing to an incredible erotic scent the sweatier she got. I couldn't help but lick her skin.

God she felt good. Oh I was coming, sooner than usual, sooner than I wanted. I had never been loved like this and I didn't want it to end. "Oh Brenda." I was becoming vocal. "Oh babe." I gritted my teeth as I felt myself crest over the biggest wave of my life. I held on furiously to the strong shoulders above me, feeling her body move against mine. Mine meeting hers. Then, I knew no more.

Coming to felt like I had been washed up on the shores of paradise. She was soothingly stroking me, caressing me. Her words of love like warm rays of sunshine on my body.

My mental climax made me realize that I was still talking to my mother. I was quite surprised she hadn't run screaming into the night. I was sure how much of what my mind thought had been actually vocalized.

"So that is my story mother, in all its gory detail. And before you say it's the sex. It's not. She makes sure that I'm happy first, that my needs and wants have been met. It scares me sometimes the power that I have over her. I feel like I have to be careful in making sure that I'm making her happy too. What we have is just that strong.

"I'm sorry mother, but I will always choose her over anybody else, including you."

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Well, it appears my daughter thinks she's happy with that woman. What can I do but just leave her be? For now.

Mary turned towards the airplane window.

Ahh, I have just the idea. I'm sure that I can lure that woman away if I could introduce her to someone prettier and richer than my daughter. She's probably with her anyway for the money.Yes, that's what'll I do. And my poor misguided daughter will finally be out of that lesbian's clutches.

The passengers around the cackling woman stared at her uneasily. They knew that if insanity had a face, it would look like that. Henry pretended he didn't know her.

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Lace Priest