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She ran her tongue along my folds, alternating between quick flicks and long slow broad licks. I raised my knees and spread my legs wider and she hooked her arms under my legs, her hands reaching up to touch my stomach and breasts. I had never felt this aroused before in my life and the sensation of her mouth on my sex was out of this world. Then I felt the suction on my clit and my hips started to grind against her mouth. The pressure was building and I knew that with all the foreplay we had had, I wasn't going to last much longer. I ran a hand into her hair and I felt her enter me with her finger. I had to force myself to keep my eyes open and watch her. She was sliding in and out of me effortlessly and her lips were wrapped around my clit. I ground my hips faster and harder into her and I couldn't hold on any longer as my eyes rolled up and closed and my orgasm ripped through me as cries fell from my lips.

Wave after wave washed over me as she continued to stroke me and as my movements slowed, she released the suction on my clit and eventually her hand stilled. When I finally opened my eyes, she was kissing her way back up my body. She laid down, her length partially on top of me, her hand still between my legs, her finger still inside me but motionless.

Her lips claimed mine in a hot searing kiss and when we broke apart, I had to take long slow breaths to calm my heart and body. I licked my lips. "That was amazing," I told her. I had never had an orgasm as intense as that before. Our legs were entangled and I could feel her wetness against my thigh. I wanted to give her the same pleasure as she had just given me but she simply nuzzled my neck and told me that there was no rush and that we had all night.

Riley

When she screamed out her orgasm, I almost came but I held off. This was about her, not me. I wanted her first orgasm with me to be memorable and not distracted by my own needs. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her. She smelled out of this world, her perfume mixed with her arousal.

I simply held onto her, nuzzling her neck, my finger still deep inside her. Her warm, wet and silky walls surrounded my finger and I had no desire to extract it. I began kissing along her jawline and then her lips with little quick kisses. When I felt her body had relaxed completely, I slowly started to move my finger, gently rubbing her G-spot.

"What are you doing?" she asked, smiling, in between kisses.

"Enjoying myself," I answered her.

She placed a hand on my hand that was rubbing and stilled my movements. "I don't think I can have another one."

I just smiled and sucked on an earlobe.

"I've never had multiple orgasms before," she admitted quietly, the blush coloring her cheeks.

I kissed her softly on her lips. "Do you trust me?"

She nodded and slowly removed her hand from on top of mine. Instead, she reached up and cupped one of my breasts and I had to force myself to focus on the task at hand. I slowly stroked her and took one of her erect nipples into my mouth, my tongue massaging it and licking it in random patterns. I took my time, enjoying the taste of breasts and skin and the feel of her flesh surrounding my finger. Gradually, her hips started to move and she was growing wetter. I moved back up and captured her lips in a slow kiss which escalated to one with much more hunger as her hips moved faster and harder against my finger and hand. She wrapped a leg around my hips, giving me better access to stroke her deeper. I withdrew my middle finger and then re-entered her with two fingers and she let out a loud moan. I stroked her with more pressure and soon her hips were bucking wildly. I had to stay cognizant to not grind my own hips against her leg when she screamed out my name.

She laid still, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. I saw the smallest of movements on her neck - her pulse point. I licked it and sucked on it. "You'll leave a mark," she managed to breath out.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I whispered to her after having released her flesh from my mouth.

"You're terrible, you know that," she scolded me. I finally lifted my head from her neck and saw that she had opened her eyes. She grinned and I melted. "I haven't the words to describe how fantastic that was."

"What? A writer at a loss for words?" I teased her and she playfully slapped my arm.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to not insult a woman after you've made her see stars?" she teased me back.

"My mother would freak out if she knew what I was doing to you right now," I told her. "She knows Grace would kill me."

"Well," she said, thoughtfully, "We can't have you dying before I get a chance to give you an orgasm now can we?"

"That would be rude of you if you were to let that happen," I agreed.

With a mischievous smile, she rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, her hands pinning my arms above my head. I gazed at her long arms, her breasts above me, her slim waist, flat stomach and her legs, those legs seemed to go on forever, and I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. The dumb fuck of an ex-boyfriend of hers didn't know what he had lost. She lowered her head and her tongue teased my mouth, licking my lips and then pulling away. She licked my tongue and lured it into her mouth and started to suck on it again and I reflexively lifted my hips upwards. I needed contact. Knowing what I wanted, she lowered her self down onto me, our pubic bones touching.

She finally released my tongue from the sweet torture of her suckling and moved down to my breasts. She started kissing them and slowly, eventually, after much begging from me, she took a nipple into her mouth and my eyes slammed shut. I arched my back, and she licked and sucked on my nipples expertly like she'd been doing it all her life. While her lips and tongue played with my hard nipples, she reached down and slid my underwear off my hips. I lifted my hips and released my nipple from her mouth to discard my shorts. She returned to me, crawling up from my legs with a feral look in her eyes. Smiling, she licked up one side of the muscles along my hips and then up the other. I quietly said a prayer of thanks for my genetics and that I found someone who seemed to appreciate my physique.

She was kissing me around my navel and lower abdomen and despite her skills with her mouth, I was aware that this was also her first time with a woman. "Alex, you don't have to," I told her softly.

She looked up at me and then kissed a trail up my body. "I want to feel you," she said, kissing my jawline while her hand roamed over my stomach. I nodded and her hand slid lower until she was cupping me in her hand. Slowly, she rubbed me and then a finger slid into my folds. I closed my eyes and focused on her touch, telling myself to be patient and not rush things. I had been so wound up from her orgasms that I was already close to exploding when I felt her finger on my clit. She dipped her finger slightly into my opening and then drew it back up to my clit, coating it with my juices. She did that a few more times and finally I opened my eyes.

"Alex, I'm about ready to explode here," I panted and she smiled smugly. Looking into my eyes, she slid a finger inside me and we both gasped at the feeling of her penetrating me. She slid her finger in and out of me a couple of times and then she entered me with two fingers. She leaned down and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth and she flattened her hand against me, her fingers stroking me, the heel of her hand providing pressure against my clit. I bent one leg up and turned my body into hers and she took the cue to thrust harder and faster. I felt my lower abdomen tighten and then white light behind my eyelids as my orgasm exploded. She let me ride out the last waves until I was spent and lying limply on the bed.

When I finally opened my eyes, she was lying beside me, her head propped up on arm, watching me with a satisfied smile on her face. Her hand was still between my legs, cupping my sex, her finger just teasing my folds lightly. I reached up and cupped her face in my hand, my thumb brushing over her lips.

"I'm in no condition to drive you home tonight - knees are too weak," I told her, smiling. "You're just going to have to spend the night here."

"I have no objections to that," she said and leaned down for another kiss.

For the first time in my life, I found myself waking up without the aid of an alarm clock. When I opened my eyes, it was already bright outside. I was lying on my stomach and the bed was empty, save for me. I lifted my head from the pillow and turned to look at the other side of the bedroom and I saw her, sitting on the floor, her back to me. She was wearing her camisole from last night and what looked like a pair of my boy shorts underwear. Her legs were spread and outstretched in front of her, her back straight. She lifted her arms up from her sides and clasped her hands above her head, her index fingers pointing upward. Slowly she bent at the hips and leaned her torso and arms forward, folding half way over her legs. She held herself there for about ten seconds and then returned to her upright position. She lowered her arms and brought her legs in, folding them and rested her wrists on her knees. She remained that way, completely still for quite a while and I took the opportunity to study her. She had strong, sexy arms, broad shoulders, and the curvature of her waist was incredibly sexy from the back.

I had to smile at myself when I recalled the events of last night and how I had enjoyed just exactly what those toned arms and strong fingers were capable of. She was the sexiest woman I had ever laid my eyes on, and she had been in my bed. I had kissed her lips, touched her flesh and tasted her arousal and brought her to a screaming climax. I was both self satisfied and in awe that she was here with me. Slowly she stood up and turned around and saw me watching her. She smiled and my heart melted.

She walked over to the bed and I scooted over on the bed to make room for her. She sat down beside me. "You're awfully cute when you're waking up," she told me, still smiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I found these shorts in your folded laundry in your bathroom."

Returning her smile, I shook my head. "I like you in my underwear."

She grinned and leaned down and kissed me. "Come on, sleepy head," she said with a tilt of her head towards the bathroom. "It's time to get up and shower. I'm hungry."

I slowly and reluctantly sat up on the bed as the covers slid off me. I was still naked from our love making that night. She looked down at my breasts, still grinning. I took hold of her hands and pulled her to me and kissed her again. As the kiss deepened, I felt her hands on my upper arms, and then on my breasts. Lifting up the hem of her camisole, I said in between kisses, "Come back to bed."

Without answering, she stripped off the satiny garment and we resumed our kiss. I laid back onto the bed and pulled her with me. Hovering over me, she planted kisses along my neck and then sucked on an earlobe. "I want to taste you," she whispered.

I was putty in her hands. "Are you sure?" I managed to squeak out. "You know you don't have to."

"I want to," were her final words as she kissed her way down my chest and soon, her lips were on one nipple, then the other. Slowly she descended, planting random kisses and licks all over my body until she was nestled comfortably between my legs. She started kissing along my inner thigh and with one last look up at me, she dove in and slid her tongue in between my folds. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and her tongue found my clit and stroked it with slow, broad licks. She applied gentle suction on my clit until my hips began to grind against her mouth. She reached up with one hand and massaged my breast. As my pace increased, she then pressed down on my pubic bone with one hand and slid a finger inside me with the other. I grabbed the bed sheets in my fists as my orgasm overtook me. "Oh, Alex!" I cried out as I fell over the edge. She continued to apply suction on my clit until I was spent and I placed a hand on her hand, my hips having ceased all motion.

I had to force my eyes open to see her looking up at me with a wicked grin. She kissed her way back up my body, lying her full length on top of me.

"Holy shit," I breathed out heavily. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Learn?" she asked. "That's all natural talent!"

"And you've never been with a woman before?" I asked, amazed at how easily she made me come.

"You're my first," she told me quietly.

"And you're my first sleepover," I told her and kissed her softly. A rumbling sound from my stomach interrupted us.

"Now will you get out of bed and into the shower?" she asked, grinning.

"Only if I get to return the favor," I grinned.

"I'm counting on it!" she said and sat up, pulling me with her.

Following her, I sat up but when she started to get off the bed, I pulled her back to me and started to kiss her. Slowly, I raised up onto my knees, and pulled her up onto her knees as well. I began to kiss along her jawline and then down her neck and along her collar bone while my hands pulled on her underwear and slid them off her hips. I whispered to her as I pressed my body against hers, "I want us to watch."

She gave me a questioning look and I gave a lift of my chin and raise of my eyebrows at the wall behind her. She turned her head to look and saw the full length mirror. She turned back to me and gave me the must lustful smile I had ever seen. Our mouths melded again and slowly she turned around in my arms as I continued to kiss and lick her neck and shoulder. I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other reached around to her front and fondled her breasts. She raised an arm and ran her hand into my hair while I nuzzled her neck and sucked on her earlobe.

My hand that was on her stomach began to descend down over her navel and lower abdomen and then cupped her mound. She placed her free hand on top of my hand and guided my middle finger into her folds and I heard a hitch in her breathing. I lifted my eyes to the mirror and her eyes caught mine. I slid a finger inside her and she bit down on her lower lip. With her hand still on top of mine, I stroked her and her hips slowly gyrated rhythmically into our hands. Her juices were practically running into my palm and so I added a second finger. I studied the image in the mirror and it was the sexiest thing I had ever imagined in all my fantasies about her. Her slim yet strong thighs, flat stomach, her firm round breasts, and her arms, those toned and tanned arms - yoga exercises had done her body good. And here she was, sharing her body, giving her body to me. The thought alone and the sensations of her flesh surrounding my finger were enough to stir up the arousal between my legs again. She turned her head and lifted her chin and I captured her mouth with my own. Our tongues slid against one another, tasting and playing. Moments later, her hand pressed down harder on my hand as my palm rubbed against her clit and her hips began to buck harder. The hand in my hair balled into a fist and she tore her lips away from mine and threw her head back against my chest and shoulder, her eyes closed. I watched in the mirror as she screamed out her release.

After the waves subsided, I stilled my hand and watched her come back to earth as her eyes slowly opened. I tore my eyes away from the mirror and looked over at her. She turned her head to look at me and smiled. I slid my fingers out and wrapped both arms around her. She wrapped her arms around mine. "I've never done that before," she told me breathlessly and the admission took my own breath away.

I kissed her. "You are so beautiful," I told her. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you."

"Like I told you last night," she said softly. "You have me."

Part 4

Alex

Riley had insisted I shower while she made breakfast after she heard my stomach roar of its hunger. She had also told me to wear whatever clothes I could find in her closet if I wanted to. So after showering, I pulled on a pair of blue jeans that fit perfectly, except for the length. She clearly had longer legs than I did, and I had to roll the legs up one fold. Then I found a black tank top and slipped it on and headed downstairs, hair still damp.

She was in the kitchen cutting up some fruit at the island, standing in her underwear and a t-shirt. I could smell freshly brewed coffee and noticed something was also cooking on the stove behind her. She looked up at me and grinned as her eyes roamed over my body. "Now I know why guys get turned on when their women wear their clothes," she said as I came up to her and placed my arms on her shoulders. She put her knife aside and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Do you always cook in your underwear?" I teased her.

"Not at the restaurant," she answered pensively. "Health code violations."

I pressed her back against the counter and kissed her, our tongues moving with already familiar strokes. When we broke apart, I saw hesitance in her eyes.

I touched my fingers to her face, my thumb massaging away at her knitted brow. "Don't," I told her quietly.

"Don't what?" she asked, confused.

"You're second guessing what we did last night," I told her. "And this morning."

"What? How?" she asked, utterly confused and surprised as to how I could've known what she was thinking.

"The look you had on your face," I explained. "It was the same look you had back at the restaurant when you told me you couldn't get involved with me."

"I just..." she started but struggled momentarily. "It's just that up to a short while ago, you were straight."

"Do you regret making love to me?" I asked, wondering if she had thought we had made a mistake.

She shook my head.

"Riley, just because I've only slept with men before doesn't mean I'm not aware of what I'm doing here with you," I began. "I am fully cognizant of the fact that we are two women. Am I a lesbian? I don't know. Do I think it's wrong? Absolutely not. When I'm with you, I feel more alive than I have ever been. You made my body do things last night that I had never thought was possible. And so if that tells me anything, it's that being with you feels right."

"Grace is going to kill me. Very slowly and very painfully," she finally said with a sigh.

"Fuck Grace," I told her and she looked at me surprised. "She doesn't get to dictate who you or I sleep with."'

"She does if it's her sister I'm sleeping with," she pointed out.

"Well I guess it's a good thing we didn't do that much sleeping last night then," I said and then whispered conspiratorially in her ear, "I won't tell her if you don't."

"Chef, if you can manage to take your hands off her, you might wanna check your pan over there," Lenny's voice called out from the stairs.

"Shit," Riley muttered and turned to check the stove. She picked up one of the pans and with a quick flick of her wrist, flipped the contents of said pan. She repeated the action with the second pan.

Lenny came down from the stairs and headed towards us. "Good morning," she said to me with sly smile and I swore if I wasn't already blushing, I was now. She grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards and held it up to me, silently asking if I wanted some coffee. I nodded. She grabbed four mugs and set them out on the counter beside me and filled them with the steaming black liquid.

"We haven't officially met," a voice said from behind me and I spun around to see Lenny's girlfriend wearing an oversized button up shirt. She held out her hand. "I'm Gabriella."

"I'm Alex," I said, shaking her hand.

"So we heard," Lenny said with a grin and Riley choked on her coffee.

The realization hit me and I felt my cheeks burning. "Oh, God," I muttered, looking down at the floor.

"We heard that a few times too," Lenny continued, still grinning.

"Okay, who's ready for breakfast?" Riley asked and handed the plate of fruit to Lenny.

Six months later

I closed down the laptop and put it away in the night table drawer. I slid back under the covers and snuggled up against her.

"We're all set," I told her. "We've got the tickets, we've got a flat on a year long lease; insurance is all ready...you've got your passport right?"

She put down her magazine that she was reading. "For the hundredth time this week, yes, I have my passport," she answered. I looked at her for a hint of annoyance but found none. "When do we leave again? Sunday?"

I was about to lose my patience until I saw the tiniest of smirks on her lips. "Stop having a piss. You know full well we're leaving the week after Kristen's graduation."

She just smiled at me. "Thank you for taking care of all the arrangements."

"Well, you are leaving your life here behind for a year because I'm going to write Jim Miller's book," I told her. "It's the least I can do."

She tossed her magazine onto the floor and turned to me. "You think I'd give up the chance for us to finally live together and not have to sneak around?" she asked. We had managed to keep our relationship off of Grace's radar, although she had often questioned where I had been spending some of my nights. As far as she was concerned, I was seeing someone, a fellow writer from the newspaper, but I never offered her any information.

"I love you," I told her and kissed her.

"I love you too," she replied and pulled my body against hers.

It had taken me a while to answer Jim Miller's offer and after much discussion with Riley, being that I did most of the discussing while she patiently listened to me, I had realized that all the reasons to write the book outweighed my reasons to not write it. I hadn't been lying when I had said that I didn't want my writing to be compared to my mother's writing, but another reason why I was hesitant about taking on the project was because I had idolized James Miller from a young age and thought the world of him based on his acting skills and the characters he played. What I didn't want to happen was to get to know him and find that he wasn't the perfect man I had made him out to be in my mind. I was afraid of becoming disappointed by my idol. I admitted my fears to Riley who had simply smiled and reminded me that I had taken the time and effort to look at her as a whole person, her charm as well as her faults, and saw the whole and real person that many did not. And yet I was still with her, "warts and all" as she had put it. I decided to put away my preconceived notions of who I thought Jim Miller was, and who I expected him to be, and made up my mind to truly find out who he was, first hand.

I had called up shortly before Christmas to let him know that I would write his story, and so when I went back to London to spend the holidays with my parents and extended family, I spent a few days with him to get to know him. It was decided that the best way for me to get his story and write the book was to spend a few months with him to live his life, meet his family and old friends and do my research. Then I'd write the book with him and his editor. Realizing that I would be spending a good amount of time away from Riley made me hesitant. We were embarking on a new relationship, which for all the world knew, didn't exist. I wasn't sure if we could handle a long separation.

Then one day, she came to me, a grin on her face, telling me that they had hired someone to help out in the kitchen at Claire de Lune so that Scott would have enough helping hands, and she trusted Lenny to take care of the business. She was going to take a year off and join me in London. Rod had been encouraging her to expand the business and so she thought she'd check out the culinary scene in London and the surrounding area and see if there were any possibilities for her to expand overseas.

"Wait," I had said, the wheels having spun wildly in my head. "Are you implying that this could turn out to be a longer term trip?

"It's your home," she had said. That was the moment I fell in love with her.

Riley

"Where the hell is he?" Aunt Grace asked, no one in particular as she paced back and forth in the lobby of the auditorium.

"He'll be here," my dad tried to reassure her but only received a burning glare in response. He pulled out his phone and after a few moments, simply shook his head. "He's not answering his cell or home phone."

"I'll go find him," I said and seven heads turned to look my way. I lowered Claire to the ground from atop of my shoulders.

"You know where he is?" Aunt Grace asked, her eyes narrowing.

"I have a hunch," I answered, straightening up.

"I'm coming with you," Madison said, her voice saturated with anger.

"No, you stay here," I said, putting up a hand to stop her. "For Kris." She paused and then exhaled, nodding.

"I'll go with you," Alex offered and walked off out the door ahead of me, before anyone could protest or question her.

I followed her out to my car and we got in. I pulled out my phone and called Lenny who gave me the number I needed.

"How do you know where he is?" Alex questioned me.

"Remember the house party last night?" I asked. "I saw him there with a girl I knew."

"Knew as in..." Alex let the unfinished statement hang in the air.

"As in I had slept with her," I finished, knowing that's what she was fishing for. "It was once, a long time ago."

Dialing the number Lenny had given me, I didn't see Alex's face but I heard her laughing. I looked at her.

She took my free hand in hers. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous. I'm quite aware that most of the women we meet at the parties, you have slept with. But I also know that it's me you go home with." I gave her a grateful smile and a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Hello?" the Californian surfer voice answered through my phone.

"Hi, is this Jake?" I asked and received an affirmative answer. "I'm Riley, I'm a friend of Lenny's. I was at your party last night. Sal Dimaio was there too, with, um...Kira or Kara or something like that - a redhead. Do you remember?"

"Yeah, you're the chef," Jake answered. "With the hot babe girlfriend."

"Yeah, that's right. Is Sal still there?" I asked, starting the car.

"Oh yeah, dude's still upstairs with Kara," Jake answered and I could hear the smile in his voice. "And Kira."

"OK, Jake, listen to me, don't let him leave," I told the surfer dude. "I'm coming to pick him up."

"Cha, no problem," he told me and I sped off towards the beach house.

When we got to the house, we were greeted by Jake in his board shorts and a board under his arm. He informed us that Sal was indeed still upstairs in one of the bedrooms and left us on our own as he ran down towards the beach. We made our way through the house which surprisingly held no remnants of the party from last night, save for the empty beer bottles that were neatly stacked away in a corner. We went up the stairs and knocked on one door, When there was no answer, I took a quick peek to find the room empty. We went to another door and knocked and heard a muffled voice. "Uncle Sal?" I asked through the door and got a reply of "Next door!" in return.

I knocked on the third door and heard a female voice call out "We're busy." followed by some giggling.

I knocked again. "Uncle Sal, it's Riley!" After some muffled words and movement, I heard Uncle Sal call out for me to come in. I opened the door and he was lying in a bed with a girl on either side of him.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?" he asked me, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

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