16

AFTER DINNER, and Blue's bath, I've finally finished cleaning up, and I'm leaning against a kitchen counter, trying to catch my breath.

"He's alseep," Bethany walks into the kitchen, in only her boy shorts and bralette. My eyes nearly fall out.

"Okay," I swallow and bite down on the insides of my cheeks.

"I'm going to take a shower," she heads towards her room, making me frown. I expected her to make a move on me, but she didn't.

Running my hand over my dirty blouse, I realize that I need to shower too. Without thought, I head into her room, only to find her pulling down her boyshorts. Stumbling back, I place my hands over my eyes like a baby would, almost falling down.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," the heat that rises to my cheeks makes my entire body tremble. I'm such an idiot.

"That was so on purpose," her footsteps move closer, and she moves my hands away from my face, admiring my hot red cheeks, "you're that embarrassed?" She asks.

My eyes don't leave hers, even though I really want to see if she's naked or not. Are her panties gone? Did she also take off her bra, just to tease me? I wouldn't know, because I can't bring myself to look down.

"I wasn't thinking, I—" her lips meet mine hastily, catching me completely off guard. I don't reciprocate, and step back, shocked and turned on, making me so nervous.

Her eyes search mine, and she seems disappointed. Why did I reject her? My skin tingles for warmth, and my mouth waters to taste her lips.

"You're terrified," she takes my hand in hers, and kisses the back of my palm. That calms me down instantly, and she pulls me in, but doesn't kiss me. Instead, she wraps her arms around my torso, hugging me. My eyes close, and an immediate comfort washes over my tense muscles, "I shouldn't have, I'm sorry," she mumbles.

I hate that she's apologizing. Am I stupid enough to not kiss her back? Moving my hands up to her cheeks, I cup them and lean back, looking into those perfect blue eyes. There's no denying that I want her, but only I know that, right? I should show her... she deserves to know how I really feel—how I desperately want her.

"Bethany," I caress her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs, getting lost in her eyes. She's so beautiful, and my heart tugs to meet hers, metaphorically, of course, "I really want to kiss you."

My confession makes her blush, so, at least, I'm not the only one with red colored cheeks tonight. I lean closer, allowing the essence of her presence to fully envelope my body. I haven't felt so at peace in so many years, where someone's body can make me feel so at ease.

"Then kiss me," she whispers, almost silently. She's doubtful and afraid that I'll move away, I can tell. I need to tuck my fears away, and show this woman that I do want her. I don't want her to feel rejected anymore, and can't keep ignoring my feelings for her.

She deserves to know the truth—of how much I adore her, how much I care, and want to be with her.

Leaning even closer, I hear a soft gasp escape her lips. She grips my waist, and waits for my lips to meet hers. I know that I'm taking my time, but I want this kiss to be perfect. I want it to express every ounce of the feelings that I have for her.

Breathing in, my lips brush against hers, my insides screaming with anxiety. Her hands tighten around my waist, as my tongue enters her mouth slowly. I love kissing her. Since that night, I can't get her soft lips out of my mind.

Without our lips parting, she leads me over to the bed, and pushes me back, making me fall onto the bedding. Her knees are on the bed, as her hands run up my sides, and over my shoulder blades. My hands move onto her chest, before she intertwines our fingers, and lifts my arms above my head, pinning me down.

"Fuck," I mumble. Her lips trail from my lips, and onto my jawline. She's intensifying our moment into much more than a kiss, and I can't say that I'm not enjoying it.

I look down at her body, realizing that she's indeed completely naked. Oh fuck. How many orgasms is she going to give me tonight? Two? Ten? I gulp and flip her over, slowing things down, and simply looking into her eyes.

As much as I want to taste every inch of her, I don't think we should have sex yet. Well, again.

"Is everything okay?" She asks. I smile and kiss her forehead, then her lips one last time.

"Yes, it's great."

She places her hands over my butt, and that sexy grin on her face is turning me on so much, "I'm so horny," she admits, causing my heart to speed up. Damn, if I'm not wet, I'm definitely going through menopause.

"Me too," that reply gives her enough motivation to begin sucking on my neck. My head flings back, and the moan that escapes my lips makes me worry that I've woken up that sleeping angel, "babe," I'm panting for breath, as she marks me, "I want to take you on a date first," my breaths are so heavy, "please, I—"

"I'm not a traditional girl, Xiomara. We can have sex then go on a date," I swallow, as the spot on my neck pulses.

"We've already slept together, but," I find her eyes, "I don't want to mess this up. Let me date you?"

She's smiling widely, and I'm struggling to not move my hands over her nipples, "I'd love that actually, but are you ready for that?"

I roll over, and position myself next to her. She pulls the covers over her naked body, to my dismay, and turns on her side. I say, "Ethan wants me to go on a date with Petah," I close my eyes, knowing that her reaction might be bad.

"Your ex?" I nod, and she lets out a deep breath, "when will this happen?" I shrug and sigh, and hopefully she notices my distraught.

"I just said yes so that he'd shut up. I don't know how to make my kids happy without making myself miserable," she places her hand on my stomach, and leans forward.

"When I adopted Blue, my aunt thought that I was crazy. Why would a single, twenty-three year old adopt a baby?" I turn on my side too, and continue to listen to her, "and don't ask about how I had to bend over backwards for them to give him to me."

"What did your parents say?" We've never discussed anything about her family, only that her aunt's a fan of the show.

She tenses and I immediately intertwine our hands, reflexively comforting her, "they both died," her voice is low, and sad in tone. I pull her into me, so that her head is against my chest. She wraps her arm around my torso, and softly breathes.

"I'm so sorry, babe," I sense that it's a really sensitive topic, why wouldn't it be? When my parents died, I had a mental breakdown both times. I can be an extremely emotional person, even though I have a rock hard exterior.

"The day I saw Blue in the hospital's nursery, is the day my mom died from a heart attack," she presses her nose against my collarbone, and inhales deeply. Is she really smelling me? Fuck, I reek of eggs and flour. Hopefully she doesn't notice, "while my mom was in surgery, I stood behind the glass window of the nursery, staring at this beautiful baby boy, whose teenage mom abandoned him after birth. It's like I was meant to be there, even though the circumstance was awful."

I kiss the top of her head, and sense that she's smiling from the adorable sigh that escapes her lips, "he's the most precious baby ever, well, a close fifth to me," I say.

She places a kiss on my chest, then upon my lips. I kiss her back gently, and she begins to giggle, "go on that date with her, just don't take her home, okay?"

I place my hand on the small of her back, and shake my head, "I don't think I can do that to you, or to myself actually," she brushes her thumb across my cheek.

"I'm jealous, honestly, but I trust that you wouldn't. Does she really expect you to give her a second chance? Maybe she just wants one last lay in the saddle," I bite down harshly on my bottom lip. I know that's not true, because Petah and I have had sex over the years, up until a few weeks ago, only two days after I slept with Bethany. I begin to feel guilty and stressed.

"Whatever she wants, I'm not interested," I assure her. Dammit, I want to tell her the truth, but fuck, it's so hard when we're in such a good place.

"Oh, and Anderson invited me to a dinner with you guys. I'm not sure if I should come," I'm so worried that I don't even care about that stupid dinner anymore.

"Come with us. It'll be fun," it's the least of my problems right now. A gay couple and two lesbians at one table, that might be fun.

"Are you sure?" She asks. I subconsciously nod, and close my eyes. All I need is us staying in this position forever. That's all that should matter, "will you stay the night? No sex, I promise?" She sits up.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," I say. My eyebrows knit together, as she slips off of the bed with the bedsheet dangling from her chest.

"Let me take a shower, and you should too, you smell like dinner," she heads into the bathroom, and I frown in embarrassment, as she laughs at my expense.