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Valentina straightened in her chair. “We cannot know that.”
“Right, we don't know either way. But what if I keep spending time with you and we do? Then what? I’m open with my friends and family. I’ve only known you a week and you’re the first woman I ever even daydreamed of meeting my parents.”
Her breath hitched. “You daydreamed of that?”
Shit.Why did I just say that? Stupid wine. This is why I should stick to beer. “Well, I dunno. Not like I planned it, but just, ya know, thinking like girls do. Not that I expect that anytime soon.” I leaned in quickly and waved that off. “Just forget I said that.” I put my palms down on the table. “My point is, I’ve not ever even liked anyone enough to see them twice, much less bring them here. I had you here on the sofa the second time I saw you.”
Valentina’s hand slid over mine softly and she squeezed. “Amy, I really like you, too. And I feel much more for you than any other woman I have met. But it has been one week. I cannot turn my life upside down for you yet.”
“I guess that’s what I need to know, Valentina. If the time comes that we did fall for each other, would you?”
Her hand withdrew from mine. “I wish I could tell you, but I cannot predict that.”
We sat in silence for several minutes. Knots filled my stomach and I stared at my wine glass, trying to decide if it would be a good or bad idea to knock back the rest of it. The words sat heavy in the room. But she was right. I didn’t understand and couldn’t expect her to out herself for me after literally one week of knowing each other.
Although my feelings seemed intense for such a short amount of time, I had made friends over the years with many women who never came out to the families; even on their parents’ death beds, they didn’t share the info.
I had been lucky that my parents and friends were so open about all of it. Even in school, I didn’t deal much with any bigots, mostly just idiot boys. However, even Luce had her fair share of pricks she dealt with as a straight woman. But friends told me stories, plenty of times, of how their parents told them it was a phase, or they needed Jesus. Some were even kicked out of their homes. They had all come out much younger and made their own found families, but only after some struggles.
So, what if we had to be discreet for a while. And maybe she’d change her mind if things did get serious. Maybe she never wanted to muddy the water when there was no reason to. I couldn’t even believe I daydreamed of her meeting my parents, after all. It was so soon. Just something to think of for the future, if there was one.
“Valentina, look. You’re right. I don’t understand your position. But I do like you. And it has only been a week. So, maybe we just hang out and see what happens?”
“I really do not know if I can ever come out to my family, Amy. I think you need to think about this.”
“Okay, so you never take me home to them. But, what if, way down the road, you met my family? And maybe we hung at the club sometimes. What are the chances your parents would be there? We just stay on this side of town, ya know?”
“I suppose the club would be safe. And my parents would not know anyone up this way. But that would still not be immediate. I need some time.”
I slid off my chair and knelt in front of her, “I can go slow out there, as long as we can keep going fast in here.”
“Mmm, don’t tease me.”
I pulled the hem of her long skirt up until it was bunched over her knees. “Now scoot down and let me stroke that pretty pussy before I explode.”
She moved her hips to the edge of the chair and pulled her dress down further so I could get a better view of my main course for the evening.
I moved the thin, damp strip of fabric to the side and ran my finger down her swollen lips.
“Already dripping.” Then I pressed my mouth to her and lapped up her essence as she writhed against me.
Licking and sucking her clit excited me almost as much as her doing it to me. I wanted to drown in her. She clutched my hair and rocked her hips.
“God, that feels so good,” Valentina moaned.
That urged me to keep going and I slid a finger inside her tight channel, then another. She tasted so good and was warm and wet against my mouth. I plunged my fingers in and out as I licked and sucked.
She arched her back and clutched my hair tighter as light moans escaped her.
“Oh, that’s it, come for me,” I said before I closed my mouth over her swollen nub and flicked my tongue against it. Her channel started to contract around my fingers, and she bucked against my mouth.
After a longer, louder moan, she relaxed her body. I slowed my flicks, but took one last long lap between her folds, tasting the effects of my actions.
She threaded her fingers lightly through my hair as I lay my head in her lap.
“I could lay here forever. Going out is overrated anyway.”
Her body shook as she laughed beneath me. I raised my head and locked eyes with her. The smile on her face was enough for now. We could see what happened. After we ravaged each other some more.
