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I closed my mouth, my shoulders up near my ears. No matter how hard I tried to relax them, they wouldn’t.
“I never should have asked you to lie for me. My secret was not your burden to bear. Yet, you did anyway. And I’m sorry for all the things I asked of you, like never going out, but I was scared. Yet, you agreed. And I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to explain yesterday and for how I left. You’ve been nothing short of amazing, and I asked a lot of you. So, I’m sorry.”
“Valentina, no. You told me why and I agreed to all of that. I’m a grown woman who can make my choices. And I chose you. So, I did what I thought I had to.”
Her eyes began to glisten. “You chose me?”
I put my beer down. “Ichooseyou. All of you. So, we do whatever is comfortable for you. No matter how long.”
She put her drink on the coffee table and scooted closer. “Amy, she knows. They know.”
Panic filled me as I realized that the “she” was Maria. “Wait, no. I didn’t say anything, I swear. Neither did Lucy.”
She cupped my jaw with one hand and her arctic blue eyes stared into mine. “It wasn’t you. It was me. Me on pain meds,” she said, chuckling, “but it was me. And they both know.”
“Valentina.” I sighed and searched her eyes for fear or regret but saw nothing but warmth.
She leaned closer and pulled my face to hers. Her warm lips brushed against mine. Pressure built behind my eyes as I let the feel of her on my mouth wash over me. My throat bobbed and one tear forced its way from my eye. My hands lifted to pull her closer.
“Ouch,” she whispered as she pulled back a little.
“Oh shit, your arm!” In the moment, I forgot there was a brace on her. “Are you alright? I didn’t even ask how everything went last night and what happened with your mom? And–”
Valentina threw her good hand behind my neck andpulledme to her, forcing her tongue inside my mouth. Breaking away, she said, “Can you please stop wagging that tongue, and instead, take me to bed, and stroke it all over me?”
I helped her from the sofa, and she walked to my room backwards, curling her finger for me to follow her.
She took my hand, guiding us both to the bed.
“Wait, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She grinned andpulledthe brace from her arm. “Can you help me slip this off?” she asked, pointing to her dress.
I stepped closer, sliding the strapless dress down over her perky breasts, then past her voluptuous hips and ass, before running my tongue over her chest, stomach, and finally over the barely-there panties.
“God, I was worried I’d never taste you again.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
I pulled the fabric to the side and stroked my index finger between her folds, already hot and slick. Inhaling her scent, I leaned in, then stopped short. “Wait, is this comfortable for you?”
“Actually, you’re right. Let’s go back to the sofa.”
I stood and helped her up, running my hands over her soft, warm skin, then started stepping backwards, looking over my shoulder a few times to be sure I didn’t run into the door jam.
Once we made it back to the living room, I turned her, letting her walk ahead so I could get a better view of her plump, round ass. I wasn’t far behind, so I stepped in closer, before she made it to the sofa, and wrapped my arm around the front of her body, cupping a bare breast with one hand, finding her clit with the other.
“Amy,” she moaned. My name on her lips sending pulses to my channel.
I stroked my tongue over her good shoulder, up her neck, lightly sucking as I rubbed her swollen nub. Her hips lightly swayed as I worked, her soft moans sending a rush of wetness to my panties.
I pulled away and gently turned her, nodding for her to sit. We situated her arm on the end of the sofa and she scooted to the edge. Even though they were hardly in the way, I finallypulledthe small panties off her and dropped them next to me on the floor.
Pushing a finger inside her warm channel, I leaned and took her pebbled nipple into my mouth. She writhed as I circled my tongue around it, then gently sucked.
“Harder, Amy,” she demanded.
I sucked harder, her back arching, hips undulating against my hand. I put another finger inside and stroked until I felt the small spongy spot growing, then ran my thumb over her clit at the same time.
