Yesterday we’d been walking along a hiking trail that circled a large lake, stopping occasionally to throw stones into the water when she gave me a speculative look.

  “Do you date boys or girls?” she’d started.

  She already knew I was single and didn’t have children, based on earlier questions.

  “I date girls,” I said noncommittally.

  I knew from my experience student teaching that it was best to be neutral when kids started quizzing you about your life. Even the nosiest kid would lose interest if you were matter of fact in your answers.

  Of course Skyler wasn’t the average kid.

  “My mom dates girls,” she shared. “Except for my daddy. He’s a boy. Mommy says she likes girls better.”

  I had a flash of myself sucking on her mom’s generous breasts and gave my head a little shake to knock that thought out of my brain.

  “That’s nice.”

  “You should date my mom.”

  “Um. I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I’d said.

  “Sure it would,” Skyler argued. “You both don’t got a girlfriend, and if you got married you could live at our house. We could make forts and have sleepovers. Then I would have two mommies like my friend Kaitlin. It would be so much fun.”

  She wasn’t wrong, that did sound fun, not that I would admit that to a seven-year-old.

  “How about you worry less about who your mother is dating and more about yourself?” I’d suggested, earning me a pouting look.

  It was time to redirect. “Hey, is that a heron over there?”

  The little girl had taken the change in subject in stride, but when she’d invited me to stay for pizza, I knew she hadn’t forgotten her matchmaking ideas. I’d intended to refuse the invitation, but something in Margo’s eyes had made me want to stay.

  And now here we were, sitting on the couch, close enough that I could feel the heat of Margo’s body, with her little girl sacked out against my other side.

  “I’m going to carry her to bed,” Margo whispered.

  “Okay.”

  She stood up to reach for Skyler, and her hand brushed the side of my breast. I gasped as an electric shot zapped through my body. Our eyes met for a long, heated moment.

  “Oh. Um, sorry,” Margo said, gathering up her daughter. “Don’t go. I’ll be right back.”

  I turned off the television and picked up our glasses to take them to the dishwasher. As I turned around from loading them on the racks, Margo was stalking towards me, intent clear in her eyes.

  Before I had any idea what was happening, we flew towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room. Margo’s hands rose to my shoulders, my hands going to either side of her face, and our mouths met in a frantic crash of lips and teeth.

  The minute our tongues touched, it felt like coming home. I’d missed this so much. I’d missed her. Brief conversations as we passed off her child to each other didn’t count.

  I lowered my hands to Margo’s round ass, palming her cheeks and pulling her pelvis towards mine. I shoved my knee between her legs so she could grind against my thigh, my own core rubbing against her leg, seeking pressure. My nipples hardened painfully against the fabric of my bra.

  It had been like this in Mexico too. The minute we touched, my entire body was on fire. And now that I knew her a little better – knew the real her – my feelings were even stronger. It felt like more than a physical thing now. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless. My panties were soaking wet.

  “What are we doing?” I whispered.

  “I don’t know,” Margo said. “All I know is that I’ve been dying to do this ever since you showed up on my porch that first day.”

  She kissed me again, slower this time, but it was just as intense.

  “Come to my bedroom,” Margo whispered. “I want you, Lia. So much.”

  My heart was beating so hard I thought it might break through my chest. This was probably a terrible idea, but the past few weeks had been an exercise in deprivation. No amount of masturbating had been able to remove the ache between my thighs that came from being around Margo and not being able to touch her.

  “What about Skyler?” I forced myself to ask. “We don’t want to confuse her.” My voice was thick with need.

  “She won’t hear us. She sleeps like the dead,” she said, kissing me again.

  Margo started walking us towards the back hallway, stopping every few steps for us to kiss each other. Our hands roved each other’s bodies, touching anything we could reach. By the time we got to the bedroom, I was damn near ready to explode from desire.

  She led me into the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind us.

  “Please, stay with me, Lia,” she said. “We’ll get up early and you can go home then. I want you so bad. I’ve missed sleeping next to you and waking up in your arms.”

  God help me, there was no way I could say no to that. Not when I felt the same. I was literally burning for her.

  “Get naked,” I ordered.

  She gave me a sultry smile. “You first.”

  I pulled off my tee shirt, then my bra, releasing my breasts. They were small and pale, the skin above covered with reddish freckles, thanks to my Irish parents. Not that Margo had minded my small size. When we were in Mexico she’d spent hours stroking and sucking on my breasts.

  Kicking off my shoes, I pulled down my shorts and panties, glad to be out of the damp fabric.

  Margo pulled off the yoga pants and tee shirt that she’d put on when she’d gotten home from work, leaving her in a hot pink satin bra and matching panties.

  “That’s what you had on under those soccer mom yoga pants?” I teased. “You naughty girl.”

  She gave me a smile. That was the thing about me and Margo, even though there was a lot of passion between us, we’d also been able to laugh and joke around when we were together. It added a level of fun to being with her that was different from anyone else I’d been with.

  Margo unhooked her bra, then shimmied out of her panties. Crooking her finger at me in a silent order to follow, she headed for the bed. She pulled back the comforter, then hopped up right in the middle of the mattress. I followed her, rolling right on top of her to give her a long, deep kiss.

  I slid one hand down to dip between her legs, finding her soaked. I explored her folds before slipping a finger deep inside her. I added a second finger and began pumping it in and out, rubbing the heel of my hand against her clit with every pass. Margo pumped her hips, meeting my hand and moaning into my mouth.

  I knew exactly what to do. We’d had sex so many times during our week in Mexico, it had been like a graduate level class in how to get Margo off.

  “Oh my God, I’ve missed this,” she gasped when we finally broke apart. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  I lowered my head, nipping along her collar bone. Her hands stroked my naked back.

  “I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I’m going to eat you out, then I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”

  When we’d been in Mexico, Margo had generally been content to follow my lead, which was good, because I tended to be a bit bossy in the bedroom. But tonight I was seeing a different side of Margo. She stuck her arm out, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table.

  She gave me a wide, mischievous smile.

  “Wait. I’ve got something even better.”

  Margo

  I reached into the drawer, pulling out my favorite vibrator. It was long and thick with a clit teasing attachment. I pressed the button, and a loud buzzing filled the room.

  “You sure you don’t want to come first?” I asked with a smile. “I’m glad to wait.”

  Lia flopped over onto her back.

  “Well, if you insist.”

  With our positions reversed, I leaned over her and kissed her deeply. I’d been telling myself for two weeks that this couldn’t happen. That I couldn’t cross the boss boundary. That going back for seconds with my spring fling or even considering a relationship with Lia was a bad idea. But somewhere between eating pizza and watching “Encanto”, I’d changed my mind.

  I had a high powered job with a lot of stress. I was mostly a single parent, with a very active and extremely precocious girl. Other than that trip to Mexico, almost everything I’d done over the last several years was for someone else…my boss, my daughter, my husband.

  This, this was purely for me.

  Lots of single moms dated. I wasn’t going to feel bad about having some adult time. Being desperate for orgasms didn’t make me a bad mom.

  Lia coming back into my life felt like fate or something. What were the chances that a woman I’d met on vacation, a woman who didn’t even know my last name, would turn up on my porch? This had to be the universe offering us a second chance. I was damn well not going to squander this opportunity, not when the attraction between us still burned as bright as it did when I first looked over and saw her lying on the beach in a bright yellow bikini.

  Sure, Amelia was technically my employee. But that was only for three months. Us getting together would be okay because our professional relationship was temporary. At least that’s how I justified it to myself. Come September, Skyler would go back to school and Lia would start her teaching job.

  If I played my cards right, maybe Lia would be moving in with us too. For the first time since my divorce, I was picturing someone else in my life. In my house. Helping to parent my daughter.

  Maybe I was moving too fast, but it felt right.

  Skyler loved Lia as much as I did. Every night when I came home from work, she told me every single thing she and Lia did that day in explicit detail. But it wasn’t all fun and games with my daughter and her nanny. I’d told Lia that Skyler had been struggling with math, and without me asking her to do it, Lia had started tutoring my daughter, somehow getting her to actually enjoy doing math problems.

  She was a miracle worker. But right now, there was only one miracle I wanted to work on.

  I kissed Lia, my tongue tangling with hers as I moved the vibrator to circle her breasts. She moaned against my mouth, her nipples rising to hard peaks under the vibrations. When she was writhing underneath me just from me teasing her breasts, I moved down to kneel between her legs.

  Her pussy was beautiful, her neat patch of pubic hair matching the red on her head. It was glistening with arousal, and when I slid my fingers between her lower lips, they came away slick.

  “You’re so wet already,” I whispered approvingly. “Let’s see if we can get you any wetter.”

  I pushed her legs farther apart and teased the vibrator up and down between her folds, stroking her with the vibrating head before I finally stopped and pressed the toy against her opening. I slid it in partway, then pulled it back, teasing her. I repeated the action several times, going deeper every time, until it was fully seated inside the depths of her channel.

  Twisting the device, I pulled back the hood of her clit, then arranged the vibe’s attachment right over the swollen bundle of nerves. I knew from experience that the little attachment was quite effective.

  I could tell that Lia was already close. Her fingers were gripping the sheets, her eyes closed as she made little whining sounds. I could practically come just from watching that face she was making.

  I shifted until my thigh was between hers and pressed it up against the edge of the vibe. Lowering my head, I drew one of her breasts into my mouth and started humping her thigh. With every movement, my thigh hit the vibrator, shoving it deeper inside her, then popping back out a bit when I retreated.

  Lia wrapped one leg around my waist, changing the angle of her pelvis and squeezing me tight.

  “Fuck, Margo, I’m so close.”

  I lifted my mouth from the sweetness of her tit.

  “Let go,” I said. “Come for me, Lia. Now.”

  I bit down on the closest nipple, pinching the other between my fingers, and moved my hips a little faster, grinding against the vibrator and her thigh.

  Lia stiffened beneath me and apparently remembering that my daughter was in the next room, she shoved a pillow over her face, muffling the sounds of her release. Even through the fabric, I could hear her high-pitched sounds of pleasure. My girl was a screamer. I’d thought more than once that it was good we’d been in a separate cabana in Mexico; if we’d had neighbors on the other side of the wall we would have gotten noise complaints for sure.

  I felt proud of how quickly I’d gotten Lia off. After so many hours learning her body when we were in Mexico, it all came back to me how to give her the maximum amount of pleasure.

  As she came down from her orgasm, I switched off the vibrator and tossed it aside. I heard it hit the floor with a soft thump.

  My pussy was throbbing with need, and now I was desperate to come. It had been three long months since I’d been with Lia – or anyone else – and I was close to going off just from sliding against her thigh.

  Rousing herself, Lia gave me a smile.

  “I’m too exhausted to move. How about you come sit on my face?”

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. I crawled up to kneel on either side of her head, grabbing my brass headboard as I lowered my core downward. Lia gripped my hips, maneuvering me lower. Given her bird’s eye view of my pussy, I was glad I’d done some grooming recently.

  I jumped when I felt the first touch of her rough tongue sliding between my folds. It felt like a little electric shock that zapped up my core.

  “Lia!” I whined.

  Lia’s fingers tightened on my hips, and she pulled me down a bit more, her tongue spearing inside my channel, pumping in and out. I whimpered, rolling my core against her face, seeking the pressure I needed to finally get over the edge.

  But Lia knew my body as well as I knew hers. One of her hands left my hips, moving to pinch my clit between two fingers. And that was all it took.

  I damn near bit through my lip to keep from screaming as I fucked her face, my entire body shuddering with the force of my orgasms. I gripped the headboard so hard my fingers ached, and I could feel it thumping softly against the wall.

  Moisture flooded my pussy as I ground against Lia’s face, but her talented tongue moved quickly, lapping up every drop. My toes curled against her sides as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body.

  When I was finally done, I fell to the bed next to her, completely boneless, my breath coming in heaving pants.

  “Holy fuck,” I whispered, feeling shellshocked.

  Sex with Lia had always been good – shockingly good. But this felt like something more. It was next level good.

  “I know, I feel it too,” she answered softly, pulling me into her arms. “Come here, baby.”

  I grabbed the light comforter, drawing it to cover us so we wouldn’t get chilled, then I snuggled into her side as sleep overtook me. And for the first time since I left Mexico, I felt completely content.

  Amelia

  When I woke up, the sun was shining in the window. I opened one eye, confused, then saw a familiar looking blonde head laying on my breast. Margo. She looked beautiful, her face flushed, her expression peaceful.

  I heard the pounding of little feet, alerting me that it was late enough for Skyler to be awake. Shit. I hadn’t meant to stay this late. My plan was to get up super early and go back to my place before Margo’s kid woke up.

  Shoving Margo to the side, I rolled off the bed, dropping to the floor just as the door opened. Silently I scooted underneath the bed.

  “What the—-?” Margo’s voice was thick with sleep.

  “Good morning, Mommy.”

  “Um. Good morning, honey. How did you sleep?” She sounded confused.

  “Good. Can I get pancakes for breakfast?”

  “Yeah, just give Mommy a few minutes to wake up, okay? Be a good girl and set the table for me please.”

  “Okay.”

  I heard footsteps head towards the door then Margo added, “Can you close the door behind you please?”

  Once the door closed, Margo’s head appeared on the side of the bed.

  “You didn’t have to hide under the bed like a criminal,” she laughed. Her hair touched the floor as she hung upside down over the edge of the bed.

  I scooted out, then sat up. Noticing the vibrator was still on the floor, I handed it to Margo with a quirk of my lips. Good thing her inquisitive child hadn’t seen that.

  “I didn’t want to give Skyler the wrong impression,” I whispered. “It will be confusing for her to find me here in your room. I’ll just put on my clothes and go out the window.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “What are you going to do? Shimmy down the drainpipe? We’re on the second floor.”

  “Oh yeah, I forgot.”

  I looked around, trying to figure out another way to escape.

  “Just join us for breakfast. Skyler will be thrilled that you’re here. And she’s too young to understand what happened anyway.”

  I shook my head. “She’s already getting ideas about us. She was talking about how great it would be if we were girlfriends just yesterday, trying to sell me on the idea. I’m sure that’s why she wanted to invite me to dinner.”

  “Maybe we could be,” she said in a careful voice.

  “Could be what?” I asked in confusion.

  “Girlfriends.”

  A rush of emotions passed through my brain, faster than I could categorize them. I couldn’t deny that the idea was appealing. I’d loved waking up with Margo in my arms this morning. I’d loved hanging out as a family last night. But this couldn’t happen.

  “Let’s just talk later,” I demurred, grabbing my bra and shirt off the floor near me and pulling them on.

  Suddenly the door to the bedroom burst open again. I was still sitting on the floor, but Skyler’s gaze went right to me.

  “Amelia!” She sounded delighted. “I didn’t know you were here! Did you and my mom have a sleepover?”

  I pulled the hem of my shirt over my lap to hide my naked lower body.

  “Um. Kind of.”

  “Mommy’s making pancakes for breakfast.”

 

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