Chapter 4

We went back to my room to change into swimsuits for an afternoon of lying around the pool. The door clicked shut and Nollie turned to me, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes and felt the soft pressure of her lips on mine, and tightened our hug.

"Good job!" she murmured, stroking my hip. I loved the feel of her hands on my body; it felt so... necessary.

She wore her black mini-suit, and I put on my favorite print. Sean joined us about three o'clock, with his ever-present book. The twins appeared about four, and took turns dunking each other and splashing water out of the pool. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them peeking over the edge of the pool at Nollie, and then ducking back down to whisper their comments to one another. There was no telling what they thought; even at the best of times neither was very communicative.

The first indication that Mom was home was when she poked her head out of the door and yelled, "Supper is in thirty minutes, guys!" Her voice sounded cheerful and upbeat, and I wondered if this was a portent of things to come.

The twins climbed the ladder to the deck and down to the ground, snapping their towels at each other's behinds. With a couple of loud squeals, they ran for the house. Sean calmly rose and folded his towel over his arm, waved his fingers at us and went inside. We walked inside at a more leisurely pace, and Nollie's hand found mine and gave it a squeeze.

Supper was stuffed pork chops and mashed potatoes with apple sauce, with plenty of juice and milk to wash it down. The talk was mostly idle chatter about work and inane things, centered between Sue and Mom. The dishes were cleared, the twins had run off to watch TV, and Seany had disappeared to his room.

Mom cleared her throat and said, "We've talked it over, and decided the two of you can go with us to the retreat this year. Do you want to go?"

I nodded yes and Nollie said, "Oh yes!"

I could tell she was very excited and looking forward to the trip; so much so that she was bouncing in her seat and almost vibrating.

"The kids will stay with their Dad for that week, " Sue said, "and we'll probably use the van."

Mom asked Nollie, "Does Emily want to go?"

Nollie shook her head and said, "I think not. We were there last year, and I'm sure she's got to work anyway. I'll ask, though."

Mom said, "You see what she wants to do and get back to us, ok? Then we'll make the final arrangements."

Nollie nodded, and the conversation lagged. I got up and started putting the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned the sink. I offered more coffee to Mom and Sue, and got an appreciative smile. Nollie filled the sink with soapy water and began scrubbing the frying pan. I wiped the countertops and dried the pots and pans as Nollie washed, then hung up the dishcloth.

Gathering my courage, I turned and asked, "Is it ok if I spend the night with Nollie?"

Mom and Sue smiled at each other, and Mom winked at me.

"Here, or her house?" Mom asked.

"Her house," I said.

"If it's ok with Nollie, sure, " Mom grinned.

I looked at Nollie and got a small nod and a big smile, and let out a whoop of delight.

As we turned to leave, Mom said, "Sarah, wait just a second, please?"

I stopped and Mom came to me and hugged me.

"I don't quite know how to say this," she said, "but I want you to know I - and Sue - appreciate your new behavior. You're a very different person from before. We want you to be safe and happy. In the future, you're going to have more freedom and choices than you ever imagined possible. If you keep going as you are, you're going to make us very proud."

I teared up a little - the emotion of the moment was getting to me. Such praise, and from a quarter I had never expected. I wiped my eyes and Mom kissed my nose.

"Be happy. Have fun," she said as she let me go.

I grabbed Nollie's hand and ran up the stairs to my room, anxious to be gone before they changed their mind.

The drive to her house was short, and I envisioned renewing the experience of closeness we had shared. I'd only known her for a few days, and I was rapidly falling in love. No boy, no matter how cute or personable, had ever made me feel this way.

In her room, I attacked her. I threw her on the bed and landed on top of her, trying to swallow her mouth with mine as I unbuttoned her shorts. I could feel her hands working on my clothing, and sat up to pull off my shirt. We both were breathing fairly quickly; passion was taking hold. As our panties hit the floor, I grabbed her again and straddled her body, lowering my head to suck her nipples. I heard a small moan, and started touching her everywhere I could reach.

I threw her hair clips on the nightstand, and let her hair flow through my fingers. Her hands cupped my breasts and squeezed gently, lightly pinching my nipples. My hair had come loose from the rubber band, and mixed with hers. Her hands went to my butt and squeezed once more, and she dragged her fingertips through the crevice. After one last firm sucking of her left nipple, I moved between her legs. I pushed them back to spread her, and she put her hands behind her knees. There were several drops of her fluid glistening in the folds of her slit at the bottom, and I quickly lapped them up.

"Yes baby, do it! Suck me hard!" she moaned.

I grunted and began working my lips and tongue, determined to please her. She raised her legs a bit more, and the dent of her anus came into view. I licked it with the flat of my tongue, and heard another moan. I extended my tongue as far as I could and probed her tiny entrance, then shifted to the outer lips. Her clit bumped my nose, and I pursed my lips around it and applied some gentle suction. She'd done that to me, and I'd loved it.

Her legs started trembling, and I thought she might be close. I put my index finger inside her, probing her wetness gently. She moaned a little louder, and I abandoned the idea. Her inner lips were very small and bright pink, and I rolled them on my tongue, sucking each in turn. Her clit had grown, and I returned to give it some more attention. I held it in my mouth and worked my tongue on it, discovering that if I held still I could feel her heartbeat.

I heard her groan, "Suh... suh... suck it!", and increased the suction around her clit and the tempo of my tongue. My chin was buried in her entrance, sloppily wet with her juice.

A few seconds later, she came. I heard a loud grunt and felt her thighs tense, but I never let up. I could see the mound of her belly tighten, and she raised her head from the pillows. She shook once, and a few seconds later again. The muscles in her arms stood out in stark relief to the skin as she held her legs high and open, balanced on her butt. Her head started to fall back and I heard a loud "Mmmmwwaaaaaah!" as she completed her slump. Her fingers touched my forehead, gently preventing me from continuing. I kissed her leg, right where it joined her body, and licked the remnants of her juices.

I crawled up and lay on top of her, and felt her legs wrap around my body and squeeze. She opened her eyes and smiled, then licked my chin.

The extreme passion slowly faded, and we lay in each other's arms for a time. I was rather proud of myself; I'd made her come. And I had taken the initiative. Maybe there was some hope for me.

We both used the bathroom after convincing our bodies it needed to be done, and returned to the bed. Nollie fluffed the pillows and reclined against the headboard, pulling me into position in front of her. I was sitting between her spread legs, and her fur tickled my back. I held her knees as she wrapped her arms around me and started to nuzzle my neck. After playing with my boobs and getting my nipples hard, she moved her hand between my legs and slowly pushed her middle finger deep.

I had to shift my hips and open my legs to make it easier, and she whispered in my ear, "I'm going to finger you."

I leaned back and kissed her cheek, and she curled her finger. I felt pressure on my spot, and everything suddenly got a little warmer. Her palm was cupped over my clit, and the steady rhythm of her hand started working it's magic.

Before I knew it, she was completely under me, with her arm wrapped around my waist just below my breasts. Her finger was deep, continuously pumping my button. It hit me quickly and hard, and I tensed with it, feeling my pussy clutching and releasing her finger. I began bucking my hips, trying to force the finger deeper, and felt a sudden wetness dribbling down the crack of my ass. It took almost a minute before I started to calm down, and I lay there disgusted with myself.

As soon as I felt I could trust my legs I got off the bed and stood at the edge, looking at the mattress. Nollie pulled a towel from under her butt and wiped herself dry.

She handed the towel to me with a small grin and said, "Here, sweetie."

She was obviously very happy. I didn't know what to think. Twice I'd flooded myself, and I felt slightly ashamed, like I'd peed the bed.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Why?" she asked. "Do you know how many women would kill for orgasms like that? It is not a problem!"

Nollie pulled me into the shower and soaped me down, then rinsed my hair. She pushed me out and told me to dry off and stayed in the shower to finish.

I went into the bedroom to wait for her and inspected the bed. The towel she had put under herself had caught most of my dribbles, and I used my towel to pat the rest as dry as possible. At least there'd be no wet spot. This cumming thing was going to take some getting used to.

She came into the bedroom naked with a hairbrush in her hand, and told me to sit. It took over an hour to brush each other's hair dry enough to sleep, and we cuddled together under the covers skin to skin.

Some time in the night, I suddenly woke up. The bed was empty except for me, and I imagined I smelled smoke. I glanced around the room, wondering where she could have gone.

She was sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette. She was using the arm of the chair for her seat, and the windowsill for her feet. I saw her in three-quarter profile in the moonlight, with the beams striking her hair and the bridge of her nose. Her breasts and hips were in shadow, but I could see the strong lines of her feet, plus the glimmer of her shoulder and arm when she moved.

I crawled out of bed quietly and moved to stand behind her. I knew she knew I was there; she slowly turned to look at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine. You can go back to bed if you want."

"I don't want to, not without you."

"Come here, then, and keep me warm."

She pushed the chair back and stood in front of the window, holding her arms out to me. We embraced, and she turned us so we were looking outside. I could feel her breasts against my back and her fur tickling my butt.