Chapter 5

One evening in our bedroom, we both lay on our sides, with May behind me. May was fingering me with one hand, while tweaking my nipples with her other hand, all the while laying soft kisses on the side of my neck.

“Hey, Lover,” she said between kisses. “I have a question.”

“What is it, sweetie?”

“So ... go into this with an open mind, and know I don’t have anybody in mind,” she said between more kisses. “And this is theoretical. What if we both found another girl we liked? Like, a lot.” She softly nibbled on my neck, leaving the question unasked, but known.

I shifted around to my back, looking at her. Her fingers still slid inside my wet pussy. “Are you serious, sweetie?” I asked, eyebrows knotted.

She nodded her head. “Only in theory.”

I let out a small sigh. “If we both liked her. And if it was consensual. And she liked all of us. And it was not awkward.” I shrugged. “Hell, I would take 20 girls, as long as at the end of the night, I was with you.”

She smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you so much, June. And yeah. I feel the same way. But no boys!”

I giggled and agreed, no boys.

After a couple of months into our affair, we never grew the least bit bored with each other. When I awoke each morning and found my love lying there next to me, asleep or awake, my heart would go pitter-patter like it had the first time we had met.

May always marveled at seeing me naked. I like to stay fit through exercise, especially running, but I never saw myself as a beautiful woman. But May could spend hours going over my body with her fingers, exploring every little bit of me, even the parts she had less than 100 days ago called gross.

And we found ways to keep it fresh.

During a couple of runs, we hurried into the woods to finger fuck each other. On one stormy summer day, we sat beside each other on a bench at a county park, looking at the rain pitter pattering in the pond in front of us, all the while with our fingers deep inside of the pussy of the other. That reminded me a little of our first time, although the lack of thunder this time did calm our nerves.

Another time at a city park, we stopped at an observation deck overlooking the river. As I leaned on the deck, relaxing in the warm morning sun, May suddenly knelt behind me, yanked down my shorts and began licking my butthole. She would not stop until I orgasmed.

At one point, after slobbering a bunch of spit on my starfish, she spread my cheeks to her soft blowing, the gentle summer breeze, and the warm sunshine – all just for a brief moment – until she resumed diligently rimming me.

One day, when we attended a local city festival, we held hands in public for the first time. Those who did not know us would pass us off as a mother-daughter holding hands. Those who knew us were aware of May’s mother and father, and that May had come to live with us, once again dismissing this as the affection between a mother figure and a daughter figure.

We stopped at a booth that sold honey, and I got a jar of strawberry-flavored honey.

“I hope you enjoy it,” said the kindly elderly lady as we paid.

“I am going to put it on the thing I love to eat the most when we get home and chow down big time!” May said with a massive grin on her face. I hid my giggle.

When we got home, we promptly went upstairs, pulled off our shorts, I lay in bed with my legs open, May generously applied some honey to my nipples and pussy, and she went to town!

Having May lick the honey off my nipples was incredibly erotic. Her lips became sticky, my nipples became sticky, and her lips stuck a little bit to my skin as she ran her tongue along the stiffening digit. It took a while and a lot of work, but she eventually got it all!

While she had done this, I lay pretty still with my legs wide open, for fear the honey would drip off of me. We were fortunate in it did not – getting honey out of the sheets would have been a bitch!

She eagerly lapped the sweetness off of my pussy, tonguing me deeply to make sure none had seeped deep inside of me, and giving me a nice little tongue fuck for good measure.

The days were getting warmer, but the days to return to school were getting closer.

Then, an extraordinary thing happened. One of those fantastic things that you seem only to read in poorly written fiction, looking for a “resolution” to a minor problem.

I had a rich aunt who died. She had no children. What she did have was millions of dollars in her bank account from a company she had once run decades ago, which had sold for more millions of dollars than she had used.