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Debra accepted the fact that we were heading into a maelstrom of disgust for our primal yearnings. I had no idea of what was going to happen. I purposefully thought only of the moment. I tried to focus on every second that passed as another sigh of relief that we were not discovered.
The day of that precious “afternoon delight”
. . .was only 12 hour passed. When I woke up the next morning, again, next to my daughter, I could see through the crack that Debra and Anna were in deep discussion
Oh fuck, she’s going to tell her. No, she wouldn’t. Well, maybe. No, she is going to give this time.
Debra’s eyes shifted to the bedroom we were occupying and locked on mine. I blushed. I could feel the heat rising. I was so entranced I did not see Anna walking my way, bringing me coffee
“Okay boss, what is today going to be?” I visibly shook when she said boss.
“We have the entire Wesleyan building to measure and 4151 needs those blinds that fell to be reattached correctly,” I answered.
I quickly gave her instructions and a check. I was so ignorant, I actually felt deep in my heart Anna was not going to care. She had her sight set on Diane and almost pushed Debra and me together.
Jack was still in Chicago.
“I think I am going to stay home tonight,” I informed them.
Debra whipped around so fast; I swore the towel cut a swarthy gash in mid air. Okay, now we are actually in a relationship and the barbs should start nay moment. I was as tense as carrot top at the horse track. I tried to read her body language, but all I read was "Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow. Today you will be under the jurisdiction of Debra."
Folks - if you think men are demanding, try batting for the other side.
I used to think things men said about women were both ridiculous and unfair. Now, I am inclined to agree.
When Debra made love to me, I had entered another dimension of euphoria. This site would knock me off my ass if I went into the fine decadent details. The touch of a woman’s hand moving like raw silk across the soft skin of my belly around to my back and making my body surrender. The chills run down your back, down your spine and … It will stay mine…
I have no intention of blighting this blog for allowing me here. Without going into an x rating, be assured, this was the first orgasm I had with another person. I was physically and emotionally seduced.
It did not have candles and music, well… it did have music from her All American Chevy (Debra believed in Made in America and felt all the auto industry needs is leadership. Detroit has not felt any real pride since George Bush went to Japan and vomited on their auto executives). Nevertheless, that did not change the actions of two women recognizing each other for the first time.
What I learned was ears are NOT handles. This goes against everything I believe in.
Anna left, and she had taken the kids with her.
... so very much.
To be continued