Things happen.

That was how I explained it to myself. It was the morning after the lap dance. She came over to Alice’s. We were sitting, and talking, and I confessed how worked up the experience had left me, and how unfulfilled.

It started with a hug, and a kiss. A friendly kiss on her cheek, to say ‘thank you’ for listening.

She returned the gesture with a kiss on the lips. Timid, at first, testing the boundaries, pulling back after a short peck. I met her for the next kiss. For this kiss, there were no boundaries.

The course was set.

We both knew that Alice could be back at any time, so I let her take me somewhere, anywhere. We ended up at an apartment of a friend of hers, I think. It doesn’t mater.

We started seated at the edge of a bed. Unmade. Messy. I couldn’t give a damn. I just wanted to be fucked.

Before anything could proceed further, I had to let her in on the secret, on one of the reasons why I was feeling so easily aroused. Possibly the primary reason.

Her face was one of wonder when she touched my stomach. I didn’t want to explain right then how, or why. Now was not the time for rational thoughts or for explanation.

My mouth was on hers. Eager. But she was not one to be led.

She worked her mouth from mine, then down my neck. Her hands had been all over my ***** already, kneading them, working on my nipples through my blouse and bra.

Pulling away slightly, I removed my top and bra. There’s no pretext to what this is, why play coy.

I could almost swear I saw tears in her eyes before her mouth descended to my *****. I held her close, rubbing her back, encouraging her to partake.

While it was late in the first trimester, my ***** had gained considerably with the pregnancy. Along with the increased mass, there was an increase in sensitivity and in size of my nipples.

She gently scraped at the nipples with her teeth, held in place by her tongue. God, I’d be raw later; but now, this felt so ***** good.

During her assault on my *****, I worked as I could to remove her shirt, finally pulling her away enough to tug if over her head.

The differences in our bodies were so apparent. Me, full and ripe. She thin, with compact *****. I started to fondle them, enjoying their taut feel. I wanted to taste them, ducking my mouth towards her chest.

But she intercepted me, her hands under my chin, bringing my mouth back to hers. I pulled her closer so as much as possible, her ***** would rub against mine.

I had been used to Bette’s extreme confidence in our lovemaking. It was as if she knew that, no matter what, she would please me. It got to the point that she wouldn’t let me also please her. I appeared that, again, I was the one to receive pleasure.

Part of me hopped that I was reading the body language correctly. The other part of me didn’t care, and was willing to just lay back, and accept what she was willing to give, what she was willing to do.

Our mouths were still joined. I took her hand from my breast, where it seemed to again land, and pushed it down towards my core.

She clutched me through the jeans that I was wearing. I’m surprised the jeans weren’t soaked through.

I moved my mouth to her ear, and whispered for her to take off my clothes and ***** me.

She pushed me back on the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. I arched my back to help her, but she finished the job, tossing my clothes over her shoulder to join whatever was on the floor. My socks followed.

After this she knelt, positioning herself between my legs. She brought a hand back to my center, but I blocked her. I shook my head no, and told her that if I was naked, that she must be, too.

This earned what could only be described as a shy smile. It was endearing, actually. It was tough as ***** for me to wait. I really wanted her in me, but I knew that I had to make things as equal as she would let me.

She eagerly complied. Standing, she stripped off her jeans. I notice that she wore no panties or socks.

Within moments she was back between my legs. Her mouth was on me, tongue teasing the outside of my lips.

My hips bucked forward, trying to force her inside, but she just drew back. Now was her time to tease.

Normally, I’d be ready to play along. But now was not that time. I put my hand to the back of her head and pushed her to me.

This time she complied, fingers deftly exposing me. Her mouth was in me, licking and sucking my *****, and all within me.

As she did this, she slipped fingers within me. I think two, initially, but she quickly went to three.

Her other hand was up to my breast again. I took hold of it and brought it to my mouth, sucking on her fingers. The rhythm matched that of my hips, and her hand.

My mouth gaped open as I felt the peak approaching. Her hand resumed its usual spot, teasing my nipple. I felt every tug down to my core.

As I climaxed I screamed out a name. Not her name. I screamed Bette’s name. I felt her pull back, pull away.

Sitting up, I pulled her close to me, hugging her to me. I felt her warm tears on my shoulder.

I whispered how sorry I was as I rocked her, and felt her relax in my embrace.

Her breathing again steady, I took hold of her hand and returned it to my breast. I felt its movements starting anew. Her mouth moved down to the other breast, sucking and teasing.

With this, I knew I was forgiven.

We spent that day together. *****. Until each of us was spent. One day, and then, never again.

It’s not something we ever spoke of.

But it’s a day I know each of us holds dear.

Now, when I see her, I give her a hug that’s maybe a little bit tighter than before.

Thank you, Shane. You were there when I needed not just anyone, but I needed you.

(the end)