It’s All Relative (Chapter 12/Continuing) HbH: hawkbehere@yahoo.com

Rated NC-17 / M for sexual content. Finally. Sorry for the delay. This quickly became a much, much longer chapter than I anticipated so I’m splitting it up and posting at least a part because I promised I would. There’ll be much more soon. Feedback gobbled greedily.



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As the girls were waiting at the door for their father to leave for the weekend, Caroline asked, with her typical artlessness, “So, I guess Andy’s coming over for the weekend, huh?”

Miranda was used to sneak attacks like these, so she only answered blandly,

“Yes.”

“She’s going to stay over at night?”

“Yes.”

“I knew it—told you, Cassidy.”

“Who cares, Car? She’s her girlfriend. Look—there’s Dad. Let’s go.”

Caroline did go, but without hugging or saying goodbye to her mother.

Cassidy rolled her eyes and hugged her mother, “Don’t worry about that. I’ll work on her. Have a good weekend and say hello to Andy.”

“I will, darling. I love you and tell your sister and father I love them, too.”

“Will do.” She stepped out the door and said, “Oh, and Mom? I would say don’t do anything I wouldn’t do but I don’t think I’m really old enough yet to do what—“

“Cassidy Priestly!!”

Cassidy spritzed out a laugh and said, “Gotcha!”

“I’ll get you if you don’t get out of here, you….imp.” But her mother was smiling.

Cassidy trotted down the stairs with a grin on her face. Andy was right. Life was better when she treated her mom like a real person.

***

As Andy trotted up the stairs to Miranda’s home with her overnight bag and her heart thundering in her ears, she was surprised that she didn’t even have to knock. Miranda had been waiting and opened the door wearing the shortest, and only just barely decent, robe Andy had ever seen. Her feet were bare and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Andy's eyes feasted on this vision even as she said, “Good God, Miranda. I’m glad I wasn’t Jehovah’s Witness. I would have converted to Miranda-ism right away.”

Miranda nodded and kissed her cheek. “Bring your bag. There’s wine chilling by our bed upstairs.”

As Andy followed Miranda up the stairs, she felt almost dizzy as she stared at the glimpses of Miranda’s ass the woman’s movements gave her, an ass that might not have been perfect but was perfectly what she wanted. Desperately what she wanted.

When they entered Miranda’s bedroom, which Andy had never seen, the younger woman’s jaw dropped. The room was enormous and gorgeous and there was wine chilling near the bed, which was also enormous. The duvet and sheet had been turned back and there were also what seemed like nearly one hundred candles illuminating the room.

“I thought we might enjoy seeing each other and what we’re experiencing with each other.”

Andy nodded, breathless, wordless. She felt like…like…exactly what Miranda had said she was emotionally…like she was a virgin girl. A virgin girl with her very first lover. She felt immature and unready for what they were about to do but she wanted it and needed it so badly that tears welled in her eyes.

Miranda saw the shock and hesitancy in Andy’s face, took her bag and placed it at the closet door, then set her house alarm.

“There now, we’re all safe and snug. I decided, my love, to take you at your word. No embarrassment, no hesitation with you.”

Andy nodded and Miranda took off her robe and tossed it on the chair near the bed. Andy looked at the woman’s nude body for two seconds and the tears fell.

She wiped them away immediately, “You’re so beautiful, Miranda, I can’t—I don’t know how to say how I feel about…”

“Stop. There’s no need. Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Andy felt herself trembling as Miranda unbuttoned her blouse and reached for but hesitated to touch the ivory skin in front of her.

Miranda’s voice was tender, “I’m your lover. You can touch me, darling.”

Andy’s breath quickened as she lightly lay her shaking hands on the soft curves of Miranda’s hips.

The unbuttoned blouse revealed a seriously sexy black brassiere that Andy had paid dearly for. As Miranda peeled the blouse off, she said casually, “Ah, Guia La Bruna.”

“How’d you—strike that. Of course you’d know.”

“Of course I would.” Miranda smiled and winked as she said, “You should know, by the way, that even Playtex wouldn’t keep me away from what you are to me, the treasures you’re keeping from me with this fabric.”

And yet, Miranda did not take off her bra. She sat on the bed and slowly unbuttoned Andy’s skirt and slid it down her legs, quite pleased to see that her lingerie was matching and that she was wearing thigh high stockings.

Miranda looked her over and pronounced her, “Completely delicious. You’ll have to serve me dinner in this outfit sometime. In the meantime, lose the shoes.”

Andy stepped out of them.

“The bra.”

Andy removed it.

Miranda’s eyes widened. “Good. Come closer, I’ll take off your hosiery.” She did and then gently dragged her perfectly manicured nails up the backs of Andy’s legs, which made the younger woman exhale sharply.

“Now, let’s take these panties off.”

She slowly, so very slowly, removed them that Andy could feel Miranda’s breath on her legs. Again, she ran her hands over the backs of Andy’s legs but this time she cupped the twin globes of her ass and pulled her forward. “I can smell that you need me, love,” the woman said as she nuzzled her face gently in Andy’s pubic hair. “You don’t know what that does to me.”

Andy whispered, “Oh God, Miranda, please.”

“No. Not yet. Turn around.”

Andy did as she was told and felt Miranda’s grip on her hips as she pulled her back one step. And then she felt the warmth of Miranda’s skin as the woman leaned down and dragged her fingers casually up the front of the her legs, lingering over her thighs, letting her nails brush her pubic hair before taking another firm grip on her hips. Andy groaned as she felt Miranda’s wet, open-mouthed kiss on one of her ass cheeks.

She gently bit where she’d kissed and sucked the flesh. And then she bit her other cheek. And so it went on, again and again and again. Miranda’s hands were firm but Andy found herself offering her ass, wanting the slight sting of the bites, the warmth of that mouth.  

“Miranda, please. Really please,” Andy whimpered, feeling like she could hardly stand.

“No. This is what you’ve done to me. You will wait.” She gently pushed Andy forward one step and Andy shook as the woman began to lick the dimples above her hips.  She worked her way up the younger woman’s spine, a tortuous route, taking her time to nip the flesh on either side. Then she was standing and pressed her body against Andy’s back, at which point Andy thought she really was in danger of collapsing.

She could feel Miranda’s pubic hair brushing against her ass, her breasts pushed into her back and the woman’s breath on the back of her neck. Miranda brushed Andy’s hair to one side and began to nuzzle the spot and Andy shook like a leaf. The back of her neck was one of her most erogenous spots and Miranda latched onto it as if she’d known this forever. As she bit and sucked Andy’s neck, the girl felt chill-bumps cover her body and they were only increased by Miranda’s reaching around and taking her breasts in her hands.

Miranda relaxed her pace, gently licking her neck, then blowing on it, then nipping it. And held, only held, her breasts.

Oh yeah, Andy thought, Miranda had her number cold. Miranda continued this delicious torture for a few minutes and then turned her around.

“There. Now you’re ready. Aren’t you, my love?” Miranda said, as Andy was feeling as breathless, astonished and wobbly as a newborn foal.

Andy laughed shakily, “Ready? You mean that wasn’t it?”

Miranda smiled, “Get into our bed, Andrea. We have so many things to learn about each other.”

The first thing Andy learned was what it felt like to have a delicious woman on top of her, kissing her softly and then deeply. It was like an incredibly warm velvet weight enveloping her entirely.

Miranda kissed her again and again and then whispered into her ear, “I’ve waited my entire life to feel this way with a lover in my arms. Let me love you, my darling girl.”

And then she did. Miranda’s hot wet mouth was everywhere. Andy felt giddy and overwhelmed and then so counter-intuitively and oddly powerful to give Miranda what she needed, because as the woman had said herself, she’d been starving all of her life. Andy had had lovers who had wanted, desired her greatly—and they’d expressed this.

But this woman didn’t just need or want; she was ravenous for her. Miranda licked her neck and shoulders, sucked and very gently or not so gently bit her in ways no other lover ever had. All the while, Andy couldn’t seem to help herself—she quietly whimpered and moaned and encouraged and pleaded.

Her breasts—her breasts had never been so roughly treated, so tormented in her life, yet she kept murmuring, “Oh yes, Miranda, please Miranda. More. Take more.” At one point, she looked down to watch her lover, who seemed to be trying to pull the whole of one breast into her mouth and groaned, “Yes. That’s it. Yes. More.”  Then she closed her hand around Miranda’s other hand, which was squeezing her other breast incredibly tightly and squeezed it even tighter. Miranda moaned and took her mouth from her breast. “Are you sure?”

Andy used the hand that had been caressing Miranda’s hair to offer her breast again to her lover. “Of course. Take me. All of me.”

Miranda took the proffered nipple and began to pull it, already so swollen and tight and red, deeply into her hot, wet mouth. This went on until Andy warned her lover that she was going to come from this alone, at which point the woman abruptly stopped.

Andy had never had a lover pay so much attention to her stomach but now she realized she’d missed something deeply erotic she could never have had with her male lovers. As Miranda nuzzled and bit and sucked her way down her abdomen, Andy luxuriated not only in that feeling but the sheer and impossible deliciousness of having Miranda’s incredibly soft skin grazing hers; she felt the soft weight of her breasts brush over her again and again, closer and closer to where she so desperately wanted her to be. And then she was close enough that Andy spread her legs, willing her downward. Miranda stopped, looked up into her eyes and smiled a feral smile, her eyes hooded with passion.

“You’ll have to wait until I’m ready, won’t you?”

Andy’s face was cherry red, “Of course, Miranda.”

“Of course.”

But Miranda didn’t really make her wait—not really. She moved and spread Andy’s legs wider, looked down and smiled. She raked the back her nails over the inside of Andy’s thighs, which began to quiver. “So beautiful and so, so wet. Is all of this for me?”

“Yes,” Andy whimpered, “Only you. Please, Miranda.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. Please.”

“Yes. But first, I’ll need something from you.”

Andy's breath caught as she watched Miranda dipping her body down to press one of her breasts, then the other, into the wetness between her legs. She closed her eyes in sensory overload—it was so soft and so good and then it was gone. Her eyes popped open when she felt Miranda straddle her stomach, grinding gently.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Andy certainly could—she could feel the gentle coarseness of Miranda’s pubic hair and the molten wetness behind it. She immediately reached to hold Miranda’s ass and—

“No, Andrea. That’s not what we’re doing now. You’re feeling what you’ll be taking care of after I take of you. But one thing first. She leaned forward so that her breasts were within reach of Andy’s mouth, “Your turn.”

It fleetingly occurred to Andy, neophyte lesbian lover that she was, that it should probably be strange to pull a woman’s breasts into her mouth, instead of the most natural and desirable thing in her world in that moment. Miranda’s breasts were soft and heavy and that, combined with the fact that she tasted herself on this precious body, made her melt and breathe harder, licking and sucking and teasing them as Miranda encouraged her with lovely sounds. All the while Andy registered the hot, wet presence on her stomach and longed to taste more of what she was feeling.

After minutes, when Miranda pulled her breast from her eager mouth, Andy made a sound of discontent and stared up at her.

“It’s time. I need you.”

Andy’s heart skipped a beat.

Miranda positioned herself next to Andy’s side, “Put your arm around me, love.”

Andy did and Miranda worked her way down Andy’s stomach with her hand, playfully swirled in her pubic hair and told her, “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

Andy felt her breathing become shorter as she did so and she hissed as she felt Miranda’s fingers touch her wetness for the first time. And she was insanely, obscenely wet.

“All this—and just for me?”

“Oh, yes. Only you.”

“I need to be inside you.”

Andy nodded.

Miranda caressed Andy, ran her fingers through her wetness, then settled on and gently circled what she needed.  “Look into to my eyes, Andrea. I want to watch us become one.”

It was the work of two seconds for Miranda to thrust three fingers deep into her lover and watch her face, which reflected both inflamed passion and tenderness. And they both, at the same time, saw something so profoundly loving in each others' eyes that it was really too much, emotionally, to acknowledge with words.

So Andy allowed her eyelashes to flutter with a feeling that was not feigned and she exhaled heavily, “Okay. Wow, Miranda. Now that was an entrance.”

Miranda smiled, tremendously relieved by the joke, “Are you okay?”

“Not okay, darling. Perfect. But go slow, please? I want to make this last. I don’t want to come for a while—I want you inside me for a long time.” 

“You can’t want it more than I do.”

As she very gently and slowly thrust into Andy’s wetness, Andy sighed and looked, with wonder, into blue eyes, “Do you know how much I love you, how much I’ve needed you inside me?”

Miranda kissed her gently, “I have a feeling I know very well. I’ve needed this, too, and you’re every bit as hot and wet and tight and delicious as I knew you’d be.”

“Miranda, please…”

“Please what, my darling?”

“More—and as deep as you can…please.”

Miranda added her fourth finger and Andy moaned quietly, “Yesyesyes, please that—please do that, please as deep as you can. Not faster but harder if you can make it deeper, please.”

Miranda was only too happy to do so as Andy opened her legs to give her greater access.  

They kissed for a very long time, a very, very long time as Miranda moved and Andy found herself increasingly wet and more deeply and deeply accommodating of her lover.

“More, Miranda.”

“Angel, I have no—“

“Deeper—I want all of you inside of me.”

Miranda moved from kissing Andy’s neck to look into her eyes, “Do you mean you want—“

“Everything you can give me—as deeply as you can give it. Please, baby.”

“Darling, you don’t have to do this for me.“

“I want you deeper inside me than anyone’s ever been. Give that to me. Please?”

Miranda looked into Andy’s desire-hazed eyes, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me. I want to give myself to you. I want to open myself to you completely—I can’t get enough of you, Miranda. Don’t you know that?”

Miranda looked into those gorgeous, honest brown eyes. “Yes.” She kissed her Andy sweetly, then repositioned herself lower and kissed her stomach.

Miranda added her thumb, which was going nowhere yet, and Andy moaned her approval. Her skin was already slick with a sheen of perspiration but, after a few moments, she began to frankly sweat and her body twitched as she gently pulled at the bed sheets. 

It was the matter of many minutes, of gentle thrusting, gentle kissing of her stomach and whispered encouragement, before there so much wetness it was just a matter of pressure.

Miranda was licking the sweat off of Andy’s stomach when Andy finally begged her, “Do it! Push hard. I need it! Now. Please.”

And so Miranda did it—she pushed very hard and felt her knuckles pop past Andy’s opening and she was entirely inside. And entirely astonished—and worried because Andy’s hands flew to her face as she said, “Oh my God, Oh my God.”

“Are you alright, Andrea?”

Andy’s breaths were short hard jerks, “I’m perfect. Oh my God, I’m perfect. I’m yours. Please, please, please. Gently baby, please.”

Miranda was as overwhelmed as she imagined Andy must be feeling, her hand so deeply in her body.

She realized very quickly she had very little room to work with so she gently pulsed her hand within her lover.

“That’s it, love.”

As she watched Andy tremble under her gentle ministrations, she saw that her lover was lost in the physical world—there was no longer anything in her mind but their bodies and the connection between them. It had almost never happened to her in the 30+ years of her sexual life but she was astonished that they could have moved so deeply and so quickly into such a union.

For a long while, Miranda tried very, very gentle and slight variations on her movements and suddenly Andy’s body arrested as she pulled upward the slightest bit.

“Stop—no—go—that’s it. Just like that, baby. Please don’t stop. Just like that.”

Miranda stopped, then tried to repeat her movement exactly, much to Andy’s pleasure.

“Baby, yes. Just—yes—just a bit harder….oh God, yes, just a bit harder and faster…..

Miranda watched Andy’s body tighten and pulse and watched as she grabbed at the bed sheets and anything for release that was obviously so very close and, suddenly, Andy froze entirely and…she cried out—loud inchoate sounds of pleasure and relief.

Miranda felt it just as Andy did, because of the extraordinarily strong contractions around her hand. She had never been part of such a protracted sexual release—it seemed to cascade over her lover’s body for much more than a minute, leaving no muscle untouched, as she watched Andy writhing and wrestling in the bed against a force she did not want to escape.

After it had finally ended, Miranda kissed her stomach soothingly but left her hand perfectly still as tiny aftershocks coursed over Andy’s body.

Finally, the younger woman seemed to collapse into the bed and Miranda said, “It’s time now, love. Let me go.”

She gently, very gently maneuvered her hand out of her lover and Andy groaned as she did.

“Oh, sweetheart. Did I hurt you?”

Andy reached for her and kissed her, “No, but I miss you inside me already.”

Miranda pulled her into her arms, “I’m right here.”  She looked into Andy’s almost cloudy, hazy eyes, eyes filled with passion and what looked like a bit of anxiety and embarrassment. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“I’m sorry if I was too…” her voice trailed off.

Miranda stroked her cheek and took a guess. “You’re sorry that you were too open to me? To my love?”

“No, of course not—but I don’t want you to think that—“

“What? That you love me and wanted to please me as much as you could?”

Andy nodded with the sweetest face Miranda had ever seen.

Miranda continued to stroke Andy’s cheek, “I know why you wanted what you asked for, love. It was a gift to me—to open yourself completely and deeply to me. Wasn’t it?”

Andy nodded.

Miranda kissed her, “Don’t you think I know that? That I felt that?”

“I don’t know!” She threw her arms around Miranda, buried her face in her neck and began to cry.

Miranda held her and patted her and shusshed her and thought that this would be her chief problem with having a female lover—the crying. But weighing the crying against the delicious, voluptuous and sweaty woman in her arms, she believed she could deal. 

She quieted her and settled her in her arms, “Rest now. We have all the time in the world.”

“But I want to love you, too.”

“You just did. We both need to relax, darling. That was as moving to me as to you, believe me.”

Andy nodded, then nestled on Miranda’s chest and, to the older woman’s great amusement, promptly fell asleep. So much for the resiliency of youth. She looked around the room to make sure none of the candles were in danger of acting out, although she’d naturally placed them in secure holders and then relaxed, enjoying the pleasure of stroking her Andy’s back as she slept.

***
It was actually only about 15 minutes before Andy stirred, realized where she was and kissed Miranda’s neck.

“God, I’m sorry—how long have I been asleep?”

“Only for a matter of minutes.”

“I’m sorry, honey—I think I really might have passed out, not slept. Which is all your fault.”

Miranda rubbed her shoulder fondly, “So I’m just as much the taskmaster as a lover as I am as an employer?”

“Maybe. Well…yeah, but the lover part feels a billion times better.”

“That’s nice to know. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“I would. And then I know I have work to do.”

“You certainly do. I’m aching for you.”

“I don’t need the wine, then.”

“No. Let’s have the wine. I like anticipation—in everything, actually,” she said as she disentangled herself from Andy and sat up, “Don’t you know that anticipation is the key to my life? The anticipation of something beautiful—of some perfection to come? As I believe I told you once, I live on hope. Hope is all I have. And so I anticipate and I enjoy it.”

Andy’s eyes dropped, “Geez, Miranda, but no pressure, right?”

“Don’t be silly. I have the fullest confidence in you. I only hope you know you won’t be able to tease me. I’ve been waiting too long. You’ll have to get straight to business.”

“That sounds like a set-up. You get to tease—I don’t.”

Miranda waved her hand as she stood and took the wine from its ice. “You can go first next time and tease all you want.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Feel free,” she said as she poured them two glasses. Andy admired the curves and lines of her lover’s body even as she did. Middle-aged she might be but she was perfect in her eyes. Absolutely perfect.

Andy sat up as Miranda took a seat on the bed, handed her a glass and offered her glass, “To us.”

Andy touch her glass to her lover’s, “To us.”

Andy took a sip and then a deeper swallow, “Wow, Miranda, that’s fantastic. Wait—why am I surprised?”

“You should never, ever be surprised from now on. You will always have the best I can give you.”

“The best you can give me is you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not. Take my glass,“ she said handing it to Miranda. Miranda took it and placed both on her bedside table as Andy said, “back to bed.”

As Miranda reclined, her heart fluttered at the look in her lover’s eyes. “I won’t tease, I promise. Just let me love you a little.”

Miranda nodded.

Andy suddenly jumped up, went to her bag, rummaged through it, then pulled out a band so she could pull back her hair.

Andy came back to the bed and said, “Sit up a little.” Miranda did and Andy placed two pillows under her back. “I’m pulling my hair back so you can watch me love you.”

Miranda didn’t really know what to think or say, so she abandoned herself to the fact that now Andy was straddling her stomach.

She watched as Andy proceeded to lick one breast like an ice cream cone or something similarly delicious. Her breath shortened. It was as deeply an erotic sight as she’d ever seen and when Andy pulled her nipple into her beautiful mouth, Miranda couldn’t help but moan. The sight and the feeling made her light-headed but she was riveted to the sight, of that mouth, of that body, of Andy’s beautiful hips, her full breasts nearly touching her body.  Andy pulled her breast deep into her mouth and laved it with her tongue. When she finally released it, Miranda felt released from a bondage that, instantly, began again with her other breast.

She heard her own cries, her own entreaties and could scarcely believe she was making them before Andy released her again.

Andy looked into her eyes, “No more teasing. Spread your legs and watch.”

As Andy situated herself between Miranda’s legs, the older women found she had no vocabulary, either literal or emotional, for how she felt. She wanted Andy in a way she’d never wanted anything or anyone in her life, which was equally thrilling and frightening to her.

She stifled a gasp as she watched Andy rub her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her chin over her pubic hair.  And then those brown eyes met hers and Miranda eyes welled as Andy said, mirroring her thoughts, “I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you.” She gave her mound a closed-mouth kiss. “Never, ever doubt that.”

Miranda managed to say, “Yes. Please.”

“No, my darling,” Andy said as she kissed Miranda’s inner thighs. “I’m the one who’s grateful. And you will always be welcome to everything I can give you.”

Andy kissed her and kissed her but it seemed like forever before she used the flat of her tongue to run entirely through her wetness.

Miranda groaned, “Oh, God!”

Andy kissed that wetness again, smirked and said, “No, I’m not God, but that’s certainly an elaborate compliment, sweetheart.”

Miranda exhaled testily, “Of all the lovers to find—a comedian.” Miranda tapped her gently on the head and said in a stern tone, “Back to work, Andrea.”

“Of course, Miranda.” And back to work she went, enjoying and exploring her lover’s body, her lovely taste and smell, her every reaction. And when she brought her successfully to climax, she could not have been more thrilled. She basked in Miranda’s wetness for a few minutes and then clambered up to kiss her, asking “So?”

Miranda kissed her deeply again, then replied “So what?”

“Do I have a future in the lesbian league?”

“Absolutely not.”

Andy’s face fell.

“There is no league in our lives—there are no teams. There are no other players. You have me. And I have you. You have no future with other lesbians. You have a future with me. Only me.”

Andy rested her forehead on Miranda’s, “Only you can make complete and possessive enthrallment sexy.”

“It’s only sexy if it’s mutual. And it is. Completely”

Andy pecked Miranda’s lips, “I’m hungry.”

“What a surprise. Yes, of course you are. I ordered sushi, sashimi and sake for us—it’s downstairs.”

“Sushi? Do I sense a theme?”

Miranda narrowed her eyes, “I won’t have such cheap raillery.”

“Of course not, Miranda.”

“And none of that, either.”

“What?”

“That faux-submissiveness.”

As Andy sat up, she laughed, “Faux? You’ve got to be kidding me—I’m so the bottom here and we both know it.”

Miranda stood and reached for her robe, “And you’re already complaining.”

“Not a bit—just a point. Do I get a robe?”

“No, of course not. You eat naked.”

“Miranda.”

“Do you need something lighter or heavier—I think heavier. You’re cold-natured, aren’t you?”

“How’d you—“

“I’m not an imbecile.” Miranda went into her closet and brought out the softest, most luxurious robe that could be loosely classified as ‘terry-cloth’ that Andy had ever seen. “Put this on, love.”

Andy put it on and Miranda closed it around her and tied the belt gently around her waist. She kissed her and then stroked her cheek.

“Andrea, beside the birth of my children, and this is saying something, you are the most amazing experience I’ve ever had in my life. I never, ever want this, or us, to end."

Before Andy could respond, Miranda turned and Andy followed her, entirely overwhelmed by the sentiment and entirely in agreement.

TBC