Holiday Escort (13 page)

I looked up at her. "Is that what you want?"

"Sometimes."

"Now?"

She smiled. "No, but maybe tomorrow."

I returned her smile. "Do you hurt?"

"Never."

"Make me yours, Karen. I'll behave."

She shoved my hands firmly to the bed above me, and when she withdrew her hands, I left them there. She kissed me, and I closed my eyes. Then she lowered her lips to my
collar bone
and began to suck. I struggled weakly under her as she left her mark on my skin. When she was done, she pulled away and growled, "Mine."

"Yes."

Her hands began caressing me again, and then she reached between her legs, and I felt her fingers begin to caress the outside of my vulva. I began squirming.

"Are you sure, Madeline?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I can stop."

I opened my eyes. "Is that what you want?"

Her fingers spread my labia and I gasped. She gently pinched my clitoris. I gasped with the intense pleasure.

"What I want," she said. "Is to watch you lose yourself to me."

"Yes," I said, closing my eyes and squirming.

That was the last time she asked. She adjusted herself and began riding her hand, pressing herself against her hand and thus pressing her hand against me. She slipped two fingers into my vagina
.

"Oh god!" I said.

"No god," she said. "Just you and me, Madeline."

"Karen! Karen!"

"That's better, Love," she said. She caressed my G-spot with her fingers, causing me to jump.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my juiced were flowing out of me, and I wanted her to take me, over and over. I never wanted to leave her bed.

She teased me for a long time, teasing my clitoris, my vagina, my G-spot. I was sweating, my hair plastered to my head, but never did I move my hands from where she'd left them on the bed.

"Please, Karen!" I began to beg. "Please."

"Mine!" she growled "Mine!"

"Yours, yes," I said, and I began to shudder. "Oh Karen!"

I felt myself contract around her fingers, squeezing her. My back arched as I thrust myself at her with my need.

I screamed her name as the orgasm blasted through my body, waves of bliss filling my brain and blocking out all thoughts but one.

Hers.

Afterwards, she wrapped me in her arms and held me, whispering quietly to me. My heart was bursting with joy. I fell asleep in her arms.

I woke sometime in the middle of the night, Karen's arms around me. It felt odd. She was warm. I rolled over, waking her. She rolled onto her back, and I cuddled against her. I began stroking her body. She lied quietly while I touched her. I kept stroking her, my hand growing increasingly daring until finally I rested it against the outside of her vulva.

Her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted.

"I may not be very good," I told her quietly.

In response her hand pressed over mine, and together we parted her. She guided me to her clitoris,
then
withdrew her hand. I could have found it without help, but I enjoyed the encouragement.

For a long time I teased her clitoris. She squirmed against my hand, and her breathing grew shallow and rapid. I ran a finger along her entire slit; she seemed to enjoy it as much as I had.

My head was resting on her shoulder. I could breath her scent and watch her face while my fingers continued to tease her slowly. From time to time she gasped.

"Is this right?" I asked her.

"Yes," she gasped.

She let me continue to tease her like that for a while. I wanted to see her come, but I wasn't sure how. "Tell me."

She reached down and moved my hand, pressing two of my fingers into her vagina. I slid in deeply,
then
curled my fingers, caressing her G-spot. "Harder, please," she directed. I felt her own fingers move to her clitoris, a
nd she began panting. And then I
felt her shudder, and she clenched around my fingers.

"Don't stop," she said. "
Ohhhh
."

Working together, we pushed her over the edge, and she whispered, "Yes,
ohhhh
," as she came, clenching and shuddering around my fingers.

"I love you," I whispered to her, receiving a new set of shudders from her. She moved her hand over mine and pressed firmly, then pulled me away. I took my hand and slipped my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Oh honey," she said as she watched me.

My fingers were filled with her taste, and I decided I liked it. I pulled my fingers from my mouth and smiled. "I could get used to that taste," I told her.

She pulled me tightly to her, clutching at me.

"Is this real?" she asked.

"Yes."

She pushed me away and looked into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I paused. "Roll over, I want to hold you for a while."

She turned away from me and I wrapped my arms around her, snuggling as tightly to her as I could. I felt her shudder once.

"Are you okay?"

"Afterglow," she said.

She caressed my arm and we fell asleep again.

By the time we woke in the morning, we had moved away from each other. I woke in a strange bed with a strange view. My pillow smelled like Karen, and I remembered last night. I rolled over. Karen was watching me. I slid a hand towards her, under the covers, and she reached out and took it.

"Regrets?" she asked.

"No." I paused. "You?"

"No. Are you really sure?"

"Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

"I've wanted you since you walked into my office."

I smiled. "I thought you were so stunning and brilliant."

We lied
together, smiling and holding hands. It was all quite overwhelming, and the constant stream of endorphins was making me jittery.

"I want to ask you something," I told her. She nodded. "Is this permanent?"

She smiled. "It will be if I have any control over it," she replied. Her smile faded. "You may decide to leave."

"You will stay away from the
Tessies
of the world."

"That is one thing I can promise you. I will never stray."

"Then we'll work the rest out, Karen." I thought about it. "I can't promise I'll be happy without a real job. My ego may take a hit being a kept woman. It's a mix of having engaging things to do and personal pride. I've always been self-sufficient."

"I understand. But you're going to try? Maybe it's wrong, but I can't tell you how much I enjoy coming home to you, knowing you're here making the house so wonderful."

"I am going to try. And I like a lot of it, but it may not be enough." I paused. "I expect dancing every night, and I want you to take some lessons. I can't teach you to lead any better than you already do."

"I would like that," she said. "Can you find an instructor who can come here?"

"It will cost more."

"I probably need to tell you what I earn." She smiled. "We'll talk finances later. I want to get your hot body in the shower and do delicious things to it."

* * *

The shower was amazing.

* * *

Downstairs, I called Mom while Karen was drying her hair.

"Happy New Year, Madeline," she said.

"Mom, are you sitting down?"

"What's wrong?"

"Um. Remember what you told me at Christmas about bringing a girlfriend home? Were you serious?"

"Oh honey," she said. I could hear the smile. "Are you happy?"

"Yes."

"Does she treat you well?"

"Yes."

"Bring her over later. Your father will be watching the game."

"Let me go up and ask her." I walked back up the stairs and into her room. Karen saw me in the mirror when I stood in the bathroom doorway and turned off the hair dryer.

She turned around and smiled at me. "I'm talking to Mom. We're invited over this afternoon."

"You told her?" I nodded. "She's okay with it?" I nodded. "How about your father?"

"Mom, she wants to know if Daddy is going to shoot her."

Mom laughed. "Your father is going to ask her about grandchildren."

"Oh, I'm not ready for that conversation, Mom. Do you think that can wait at least a week or two?"

Mom laughed again. "No."

Karen was still smiling. "Is she asking about kids already?" I nodded. "Tell her there are options but we won't accept pressure."

"I heard that," Mom said. "And she's absolutely right.
Please come over. Any time this afternoon."

"I should have just given the phone to Karen." I looked at Karen, who nodded. "We'll be there, Mom, but just for a while. Is one o'clock good?"

I moved back downstairs while finishing the call with Mom. I hung up with her and then went right back upstairs. Karen was getting dressed.

"This is my bedroom now, too," I told her.

"Yes."

"Good. As long as we're clear." I looked around. Then I walked over to her closet. It was full. I sighed. She followed me in, and when I turned around, she pulled me into a kiss.

"A kiss isn't going to distract me," I said once she let me go.

She laughed. "You may have either half of the closet. There's an empty closet in the basement. We can move the seasonal clothes down there."

I kissed her. "Thank you."

I grabbed her ass as I slipped past her. She squealed and followed me back into the bedroom. I looked around then turned to her. "My dresser won't match, and the others in the house also aren't this same style." There was room next to her dresser for a second one, but everything I had would clash.

"There's a business concept," she said. "If you have a problem that can be solved by writing a check, you don't have a problem. You have carte blanche on decorating the house, but we'll have to discuss the rate at which you spend
money so there aren't surprises
."

"I want us to do it together," I told her.
"I want both our tastes involved."

We continued to talk while she got dressed. That part went slower for her, as I kept interfering. Once she was finally dressed I drew her downstairs and fed her breakfast. Breakfast was followed by a make out session on the couch, but we both stayed dressed. Mostly.

I looked sadly at Karen the next morning. "I would have liked a few more days with you before you went back to work."

"I know what you mean," she said. "But no guilt trips."

"No, that's not what I meant." I paused. "But can I come have lunch with you?"

"I'd like that," she said. "Call me around ten though, because I never know when something is going to come up." She paused. "This is my life, Madeline."

"I know. I'm trying not to be needy."

"I don't want to go, either." She pulled me into a kiss.

After she left, I ate my own breakfast and began planning. I needed to arrange to have Handyman Fred help me take down the remaining holiday decorations. At the same time I'd ask him to help me move a dresser into the bedroom. I had moved a few things into Karen's bedroom, now our bedroom, but I wanted to finish that process.

I added more things to the list. Contact a tango teacher and arrange for weekly lessons. Look into cooking classes. Start the redecorating process. Begin planning dinner parties and other events. Karen and I had more to talk about on that, but I wanted to organize my thoughts.

Karen and I had talked about money last night. We decided she wasn't going to pay me. If she did, I'd have to pay taxes on it after she'd already paid taxes once. That seemed silly. I was to take over paying
the
household bills using her check
book. This would include my credit card and car insurance. I didn't have any other expenses except health insurance, and she would move me onto her plan at work. For my own spending money I had a couple of credit cards and she would give me cash.

I really wasn't comfortable with some of the plans, but life is filled with compromise. I wanted a life with her. We had discussed the merits of us both having full time jobs.

"Madeline," she said. "If you just can't stand it, then by all means, get a job. But I've done this in the past. I really hope we can find another way."

So for now, we would try it this way.

I finished breakfast and decided my list was good. It was too early to make phone calls, so I started by taking down the holiday decorations inside the house. It left the house looking bleak afterwards. However, the garland was dropping needles all over and definitely had to come down. I put some of the lights back up, but it just wasn't the same, so I finished turning the house back into how it looked when I had moved in. The result was depressing. I moved "redecorating" higher up my priority list.