Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows

Author: Kimberly21570

Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children

Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca

Disclaimers and other Assorted Ramblings: The characters of Olivia and Emma Spencer, and Natalia Rivera are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. Rights to the Harry Potter series of novels belong to author J.K. Rowling, and Bloomsbury Publishing. The original characters of Jennifer, Tracy, Jacob and Dylan Jackson-Morgan and their extended family are the property of this author, and any resemblance to fictional characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, or any other entity. The dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.

Thanks to my pal, MoniRod for the edit. As always, I appreciate you immensely.

Rating: This section of Chapter 14 is rated NC-17 for graphic sexual situations. I hope y'all enjoy this little interlude from the drama.

Regards—

Kimberly

Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows

Copyright May 2009

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. 6 But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do."

— James 1:2-8, the Bible, New International Version (NIV)

"God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it."

— Unknown

Chapter 14.18 – Trials and Tribulations:

Thursday, June 18, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—10:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time

"We probably shouldn't have told Emma the girls are coming tomorrow," Natalia declared, as she entered the master bedroom after tucking their daughter in for the night. Closing the door behind her, she secured the lock with a practiced flick of her wrist. Emma wasn't prone to walking into their room unannounced, but there was no sense tempting fate.

Glancing up from her book, Olivia offered an amused smile. "And why is that?"

"Because she's so excited, she'll never get to sleep," Natalia elaborated. The child was so chatty about her big plans for the weekend that it had taken more than forty five minutes to get her settled down. And she was still awake, contemplating all the fun things she and the girls could do together, when Natalia finally left her.

A sharp grunt of arousal escaped Natalia's lips as Olivia shifted those shapely hips, and lowered the book to the mattress, offering an unobstructed preview of what was to come. Their conversation instantly forgotten, slowly, her heated gaze scanned the length of Olivia's body, taking in the form-fitting tank top that outlined full breasts, and the silky blue panties that peeked out from beneath. And she felt herself grow impossibly hard, as she made her way across the room toward their bed.

An eyebrow arched. Olivia didn't have to ask if Natalia liked what she saw. She knew exactly what effect she was having on her lover. "And…?" she playfully pressed; her tone husky.

Marking her place, she set the book on the bedside table, and leaned forward, awaiting Natalia's arrival.

Standing at the foot of their bed, Natalia's face held a confused expression. "And what?"

Olivia laughed. "Distracted much?" she purred.

Before Natalia could respond, Olivia gave a gentle prod. "Emma won't be able to sleep, and…?"

Natalia offered an impish grin. "Sorry," she blushed. "And… she'll be really tired in the morning," she supplied innocently enough. But the glint in her eyes gave her away, and a roguish grin that hijacked Olivia's lips in response, was not lost on her. Her gaze never losing contact with Olivia's, Natalia kicked off her shoes and began a slow, seductive removal of her clothing.

Leaning back into the pile of pillows behind her, Olivia relaxed, watching in captivated wonder that this beautiful woman would offer herself to her in such a way. She felt a noticeable quickening in her pulse with each popping of a button, and a rush of wet heat flooded her center, as patches of smooth, olive flesh were revealed to her. It took mere moments for her to grow achingly hard for the woman who owned her, body and soul. And by the time Natalia slid her jeans down over those smooth, curvaceous hips, Olivia thought she might actually pop just from looking at her.

Olivia wasn't the only one who was aware of her state of arousal. Her legs were spread just enough for Natalia to glimpse the telltale evidence of her mounting excitement: the prominent ridge of her erection straining against silk panties; the fabric turning a darker shade of blue as her wetness soaked clear through.

Natalia's breath caught, and her mouth watered, brown eyes turning coal black with the heat of desire. She felt the undeniable urge to bury her face between those toned thighs, and feast upon the bounty of Olivia's need, bringing them both to completion. Just the mere thought; that was all it took. She could already taste her.

A roguish grin broke across Olivia's face as she noted the raw hunger swirling in those deep, dark eyes. "Oh, Sweetheart, so will we, if I have anything to say about it."

Ravenous dark eyes turned impossibly darker. Clothed now only in her matching bra and panties, Natalia felt another sharp jolt of wanton desire seize her body, and she groaned out a sultry laugh, as she climbed onto their bed. Experience told her that as much as Olivia loved seeing her naked, she loved being the one to strip away those final barriers, revealing the most intimate parts of Natalia's body to herself, more. And Natalia loved the look of absolute pleasure that filled Olivia's eyes each time she unwrapped Natalia's treasures, like a most-desired gift.

Stealthily, Natalia crawled toward her waiting lover, like a feral cat on the hunt. The closer she moved, the more urgent her desire to taste, as the heady aroma of Olivia's need flooded her senses. Later, she thought, as she forced herself to focus on their plans. There's plenty of time for that later.

And then she climbed atop Olivia, straddling those toned thighs. "You have everything to say about it," she husked. With a practiced shifting of her neck and the help of her right hand, she flung her curtain of wild dark curls behind her shoulders, and draped her arms around Olivia's neck, loosely.

Possessive hands gripped Natalia's waist, fingertips burrowing into soft flesh, as she pulled her impossibly closer. A soft gasp fell from her lips when she felt the prominence of Natalia's erect clitoris, the heat of her desire, pressing against her belly. "Everything?" she murmured. She reveled in the warmth of Natalia's skin beneath her fingertips, as they caressed the small of Natalia's back.

"Absolutely everything," Natalia confirmed on a breathless purr.

She slipped a hand between their bodies then, reaching down between Olivia's legs, cupping her possessively. The smoldering heat beneath her palm only made her own desire burn hotter. "Seems you started without me," she commented casually, her thumb just grazing the tip of Olivia's engorged clitoris.

A low groan emerged from Olivia's lips, and she jerked in response to Natalia's touch. "Not at all," she rasped in denial, as skillful fingertips stroked her arousal through her silky wet panties. "Just watching you undress got me hard and wet."

"That's all it takes, huh?" Natalia laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just me taking off my clothes?"

An answering laugh fell from Olivia's lips. "You don't even need to do that," she clarified. "Just thinking about you gets me like this."

"Just thinking about me?" Natalia's tone spoke of piqued curiosity, as she emphasized the simplicity of the action that allegedly led to Olivia's current state of arousal.

"Uh-huh," Olivia slowly nodded, just the hint of a smile playing at the corners of those perfect lips.

Natalia's face wore a sultry smirk that reflected in her eyes. She leaned in, nuzzling against Olivia's ear. "That's good information to have," she murmured seductively. In the wake of her words, roughly, her teeth scraped against Olivia's neck, before gently, yet firmly, biting down on her pulse point.

Olivia groaned out her approval, and tilted her head, allowing Natalia better access. Her entire body was on fire, the tingling embers that had once flickered deep in her belly now a white-hot flame. She whimpered when Natalia purposely marked her in that sensitive place just beneath her right ear, before embarking upon a slow exploration of taut cord of muscle in her neck. Her fingers tangled tightly in Natalia's hair, as she gave herself fully to Natalia's will.

Neither of them could say how long they lingered, Natalia's hands and mouth seemingly everywhere on Olivia's body, though somehow never penetrating the boundaries of her scant clothing. But Natalia was suddenly straddling Olivia's thighs again, and Olivia was so close to release she thought she might die if it didn't come soon.

And then Natalia's hot mouth was at her ear. "Now where's that toy chest you promised me?" she growled in demand.

Arching backward, Olivia whimpered, and gently eased away from Natalia's relentlessly roving mouth, meeting a gaze that burned coal black with the heat of wanton desire. She couldn't stifle the smile of surprised delight that played on her lips. "Where on earth is all this coming from?" she asked, forcefully tamping her need into submission. Not that she minded at all—she loved aggressive Natalia. But she was rather curious—not to mention wildly aroused! "You're absolutely voracious tonight."

Natalia's hands and mouth had been all over her on the sofa after Emma retreated upstairs earlier. And several times she'd had to break away from her, lest she climax right there in the family room, with the risk of Emma walking back in. And then it was happening again, as their bodies tangled in their bed.

A delightfully sexy flush crept across Natalia's skin, painting her chest, neck, and cheeks in a soft pinkish hue. She lowered her gaze, and bit her bottom lip sheepishly. "Sorry," she tittered softly. "I, um…"

Her gaze flickered up to meet the simmering jade of Olivia's for a split second, and then dropped to Olivia's breasts again. Her pupils dilated at the sight of those taut nipples straining against the tight fabric. The evidence of her impassioned efforts at making them that way stood in stark contrast to the pale blue of the material that formed the remainder of Olivia's shirt. "I think it's the baby. She's making me, uh…"

Amused, Olivia smirked, as she slipped a hand between Natalia's legs. It was her turn to tease. "She's making you what, Honey?" With both words and actions, she egged Natalia on, a single, determined fingertip deftly stroking along the crevice at the apex of Natalia's thighs.

Even sopping wet, the fabric of her panties abraded the sensitive tissue between Natalia's legs. Her distended clitoris twitched excitedly, as Olivia stroked it with practiced finesse. Natalia groaned in pleasure, and nibbled her bottom lip again, as she contemplated her words. And then she leaned forward, nipping at Olivia's earlobe. "She's making me want it, Liv," she whispered. "All the time." Those last three words were punctuated by decisively placed pauses.

A soft laugh trickled from Olivia's lips, as she found Natalia's gaze again. "Our baby is making you horny?"

"Yes," Natalia grunted, as Olivia's thumb and forefinger gently squeezed her clitoris. "And it's driving me crazy, I want you so much."

"Let me get this straight," Olivia said, no pun intended. "You're blaming your terminal horniness on a tiny, unborn human who's barely the size of a grapefruit." It wasn't a question. Her fingers stilled, and Natalia grunted in protest.

"Yes."

"And after she's born, and you're still horny, what will you blame this insatiable sexual appetite of yours on then?" Olivia challenged.

"Are you saying you don't believe me?" Natalia lips morphed into an adorable pout.

Olivia chuckled. "No, Sweetheart. I'm saying I think you've discovered that you actually like sex. And now you can't get enough of it."

Dimples bloomed in the midst of a naughty grin. "I can't exactly argue with that."

Lightly, she traced a fingertip around a hardened nipple, scraping it with her nail. A soft gasp from Olivia spurred her on. She bent down, drawing that tight nub into her mouth once again. The already wet fabric was cool against the heat of her mouth, as she suckled that nipple through the thin material of Olivia's tank top, while simultaneously stroking Olivia's erect clitoris between her thumb and forefinger.

The friction of the fabric against Olivia's overly-sensitive body parts sent her arousal into overdrive. Fingers clutched the sheets, tightening, as she groaned out her approval; and Natalia increased the pressure in both places.

"Would you really want to anyway?" Olivia whimpered, as Natalia lightly bit down on the tender flesh of her breast. God, how she loved this side of Natalia!

"Not particularly, no," Natalia answered, after scraping her teeth against the edges of Olivia's rigid nipple. And then she began that slow, torturous sucking again.

Her breath growing more ragged with each passing moment, Olivia realized she was quickly approaching the point of no return. Natalia's name tumbled from her lips on an urgent gasp, and forcefully, she tangled the fingers of her right hand in Natalia's hair, as her left hand reached down to still the delightfully insistent caress between her legs.

Reluctantly, she pulled that tantalizing mouth away from her achingly aroused nipple, meeting Natalia's desire-filled gaze. "You keep that up, there'll be no need for me to touch myself for you," she warned.

Dark eyes sparkled with a mixture of satisfaction and wild anticipation. "You don't say," she smirked. She looked and sounded rather pleased with herself.

Arching an eyebrow in response to the uncharacteristically smug expression on Natalia's face, wordlessly, Olivia challenged her. And when Natalia laughed in response, Olivia grasped her waist again, and in one fluid motion, shifted their bodies forward, setting her gently on her back.

Stretching out alongside her on the mattress, she slipped a thigh between Natalia's legs, being careful not to rest too much of her own weight on Natalia's body.

Slowly, she traced the tip of her tongue along the shell of Natalia's ear, and then she lightly nipped at the delicate lobe. "Maybe we should skip that part anyway, and move on to something a little more exciting," she suggested. "I think I'm too aroused right now to get myself off anyway."

Rolling onto her side, Natalia met Olivia's gaze as her fingertips simultaneously found Olivia's distended clitoris again. "You want me to take care of that for you?"

Olivia groaned and drew her bottom lip between her teeth as Natalia gently squeezed the tip of the achingly aroused organ that pulsed between her thighs. There was no stopping her release this time. "Jesus, Natalia," she exhaled sharply.

Her nipples drew impossibly tighter, as her clit began to jerk beneath Natalia's touch. And then she was releasing in Natalia's hand, her hips jerking and writhing against Natalia's body. And as her climax intensified, her ragged breaths turned to short, punctuated pants that delivered raucous commendations for Natalia's endless ability to bring her to completion.

Leaning closer, Natalia drew her into a slow, deep kiss. Languidly, her tongue caressed Olivia's in perfect rhythm with the fingers that still stroked Olivia's throbbing clitoris, skillfully prolonging her pleasure.

Even in the wild, deep throes of passion, Olivia registered the fact that Natalia's fingertips still hadn't slipped beneath her panties. Christ Almighty! What was next? Making her come through her jeans! Hmm… now there was an idea!

But in the moment, her body was still shaking, and she was simultaneously flushed and freezing, as Natalia's dexterous fingertips coaxed the final vestiges of release from deep within her body. And then she was floating, her breath still coming in short, ragged bursts, as Natalia pulled her close, brushing tender kisses against her sweaty brow.

When her breathing finally calmed, Olivia relaxed beside her, a lazy, sated smile playing on her lips as she gazed into those warm brown eyes. "Told you that would happen if you kept it up."

Rather pleased with her accomplishment, Natalia grinned. "I think that was the point."

"Are you saying it was your intent to seduce me?" Olivia queried.

"Absolutely," Natalia answered proudly.

A soft chuckle fell from kiss-swollen lips, and Olivia raked her fingertips through Natalia's hair, allowing them to tangle. "My God, how you excite me!" she exclaimed in quiet wonder.

"Oh, yeah?" Natalia whispered.

"Mm…" Olivia exhaled as she nodded lazily. Lightly, she brushed her lips against Natalia's. "No one has ever excited me the way you do."

"No one?" Natalia questioned disbelievingly.

"Not ever," Olivia confirmed, as she pulled Natalia tightly against her own body. She could already feel her need for the woman rising again, twisting and tightening deep in her belly, as it pulsated between her legs.

But her own need would have to wait. Tonight was supposed to be about fulfilling Natalia's needs, sating her deepest desires. Her mouth met Natalia's in a languid kiss, her tongue exploring, lightly caressing Natalia's, as skillful fingertips finally unfastened the clasps of a lacy bra.

She broke away from the kiss just long enough to watch as Natalia's breasts appeared from beneath the deep purple fabric. As was always the case, a soft gasp of delight tumbled from her lips upon first sight of that smooth, olive flesh, those tight, dark nipples so perfectly ripe for suckling. And then she brushed her mouth against Natalia's again, as she slipped her hand beneath the fabric of Natalia's matching lace panties, gently squeezing her ass.

Natalia groaned in response, and pressed closer against Olivia's body. The stiffness of her aroused clitoris pressed into warm flesh, her wetness coating Olivia's thigh.

Olivia groaned at the contact, and skillfully slipped the lacy fabric down Natalia's legs. And then, quickly dispensing with her own shirt and panties, she removed the final barriers between their bodies. And finally, they came together, skin on skin.

"I can't wait to make love to you tonight," she whispered, her hands slowly moving over the soft, smooth flesh of Natalia's breasts and ass. "So many things I want to show you… to give you… to experience with you…"

"Anything you want, Liv," Natalia whispered in absolute surrender, as Olivia's mouth fell to her breast, drawing in a taut nipple. A soft groan fell from her lips in response to the gentle suckling, and her fingers tangled in Olivia's short, chestnut locks, skillfully holding her in place. "Absolutely anything…"

Thursday, June 18, 2009… The Jackson-Morgan Residence—10:45 p.m. Central Daylight Time

Reaching across the bed for her ringing cell phone, Jennifer Morgan simultaneously marked her place in the book she had been reading, and set it on the bedside table. She didn't need to look at the caller ID. She knew exactly who was calling—she could already hear her voice.

Without even glancing at it, she slid her thumb across the screen to answer, and cradled the phone against her ear. "Hi, Honey," she purred into Tracy's ear, as she reached over, switching off the light

Despite her already heightened sense of anticipation, the sound of Jen's voice sent a shiver of delightful heat coursing through Tracy's veins. "Ah, mi corazón," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "I've missed you terribly tonight."

A soft sigh slipped from Jen's parted lips, as she curled up against Tracy's pillow in the center of their bed. "I've missed you too," she whispered. "I'm sorry I had to leave you so early."

"I'm sorry too, Cara," Tracy said, emotion flooding her tone. Blowing out a breath to subdue her emotions, she asked, "How are the boys?"

"They're fine. Finally asleep," Jen reported. "They miss you."

"I miss them too," Tracy confessed unnecessarily. "I wish I could just talk to them."

"They wish you could too," Jen said. "Dylan's a little frustrated by my lack of storytelling ability."

Tracy laughed softly at Jen's confession. "Did you resort to Harry Potter again?"

"I'm afraid so," Jen sheepishly admitted.

"You know you always screw up character's names," Tracy lightly admonished.

"Their names are so bizarre!" Jen defended.

"What's so bizarre about the name Harry?" Tracy teased.

"Shut up," Jen muttered dryly.

"You just have no sense of imagination," Tracy laughed. And then she sighed. "God, I hope I get to come home soon." She felt so sad, disconnected. But it would do no good to dwell on what couldn't be at the moment. With quiet deliberation, she shifted the subject elsewhere before Jen had a chance to respond. "What did you do this evening?"

"Realized our children would be failing elementary school, if not for you," Jen said with a teasing lilt. "Fourth and Fifth grade homework are an absolute bitch."

Tracy laughed heartily. "Now do you see what I mean?" Her memory flashed back to an evening just a few months prior, when Jen came home from a late meeting with Olivia to find her in a foul mood.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Jen queried, as she ran a gentle hand down the center of Tracy's back; an attempt to soothe the tension in her muscles. It was totally unlike Tracy to be crabby.

Grimacing, Tracy lamented, once again, about how fourth grade homework was kicking her ass. "My Capstone project was easier than Dylan's Language Arts homework!" she grumbled.

Chuckling, Jen asked, "What was the assignment?"

"Diagramming sentences," Tracy grumped.

"Oh, ouch!" Jen exclaimed, as she poured a glass of wine from the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. She settled on the sofa next to Tracy, lightly squeezing her knee. "I'm sorry, Honey. I always hated those."

"Lucky you, you had a meeting tonight," Tracy grinned, her mood lightening just from the mere fact that Jen cared enough to empathize. Taking Jen's free hand into her own, she rested her head against Jen's shoulder.

"Yes, lucky me," Jen easily agreed, after a sip of the cool, sweet wine. Setting her wine glass on the side table, she feathered a kiss against Tracy's temple. "What about Jacob? What was his homework like tonight?"

"Oh, the usual," Tracy said casually. "A book report, a few science worksheets, an hour's worth of math he'll never use, and…"

"Earth to Tracy…" Jen's voice cut through the silence, interrupting Tracy's impromptu trip down memory lane. "Honey, are you okay?"

"What? Yeah… Sorry," Tracy chuckled. "I was just thinking about diagramming sentences."

Jen laughed in response. "I remember that night. Good thing they weren't still on that… or Dylan's homework still wouldn't be finished." The humor slipped from her voice then, replaced by sincerity, as she whispered, "You are an absolute godsend; you know that, right?"

The genuine gratitude in Jen's tone made Tracy feel deeply appreciated. She smiled softly in response. "No more so than you are to me," she quietly contended.

Shifting her hips, she rolled onto her side, grasping the old body pillow she slept with as a teenager. Pulling it close, she tried to envision Jen in her arms. "God, I miss you," she sighed. "I missed talking with you on our drive home. I missed making dinner with you tonight…"

"Don't you mean you missed me watching while you made dinner?" Jen corrected with a teasing grin. She wasn't known for her cooking skills, after all.

Tracy laughed softly. "Semantics," she declared dismissively.

"I know what you mean though," Jen quietly admitted. "I miss just having you here with me. All evening long, I kept expecting to look up from whatever I was doing, to find you nearby… playing a game with the boys, or reading the latest novel you picked up at Novellas," she said, referring to Tracy's favorite used book store.

Burying her face in Tracy's pillow, she drew in the familiar scent of her, allowing it to flood her senses. She had to fight back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm.

"I wish I could hold you right now," Tracy whispered longingly, as if she could the upsurge in Jen's emotions. "Touch you… kiss you."

"I shouldn't've refused you when you wanted to make love earlier," Jen said regretfully.

"No, you were right to say no," Tracy declared. "With my family awake, and just down the hall… It just wasn't right."

"I know," Jen sighed. "But I needed you so much," she confessed. "And I know you needed me too."

"I still do," Tracy husked, her need for Jen's touch aching deep in her belly. "And everyone's in bed here now," she noted suggestively. "What about you? Are you in our bed?"

"Yes," Jen quietly confirmed. "In the middle, snuggled up with your pillow." She was quiet for a moment, and then she added, "It smells of you."

A fleeting smile skated across Tracy's lips. Still in the same t-shirt she had been wearing when she held Jen earlier, she lifted it up, burying her face in the fabric. The cool air from the vent near her bed glided across her exposed breasts, snapping her nipples to attention. She moaned softly at the amalgam of unexpected physical stimulation and Jen's softly lingering scent. "My shirt smells of you," she murmured into the phone, as she cradled it against her ear.

They were still for a moment, the only sound between them the rise and fall of their synchronized breathing. "Are you wearing my old jersey?" Tracy quietly inquired, finally breaking the silence.

"How did you know?"

Delivered on a slightly fettered breath, Jen's question told Tracy that she was just a little bit surprised by her knowledge. "You always wear that jersey to bed if I'm not home in time to join you," she noted.

"I love how well you know me," Jen murmured, feeling incongruously close to Tracy despite the physical distance that separated them.

"And I love knowing that your nipples are probably really hard right now, from rubbing against the fabric of that jersey," Tracy whispered throatily. "I can feel them beneath my fingertips, as I brush my hands over the swells of your breasts."

A soft groan fell from Jen's lips in response. Instantly, the earlier arousal that she had somehow managed to tamp into a slow burn reignited, bursting into a red-hot flame. "What are you doing, Trace?" she asked, her voice trembling almost as much as her body at the husky caress that trickled through the phone, warming every last inch of her, inside and out.

"Touching you with my voice," Tracy purred softly. Lightly, she bit her bottom lip. "Do you like it?"

"I do, but… Brie is right there on the other side of that wall," Jen said in a clandestine whisper, as if someone might actually hear their conversation.

A roguish grin teased at Tracy's lips. "And you think she's never heard me before?" she laughed softly. "Honey, I may be the older sister, but she's the one who told me how it works. We used to do it together, and talk about it afterward," she admitted, as casually as she might have announced she was going for a morning run.

The mutual self-exploration had started innocently enough, when they were children, curious about their bodies. And it ended once they were too old to share a bath together anymore. But the conversations never ceased. Instead, their talks had grown more open, more honest, as the girls matured and began exploring their own unique sexualities, both alone, and with their partners of choice.

"Oh, the things the two of you have shared," Jen sighed in amusement. She wasn't the least bit surprised. Nor did she find it odd or inappropriate, because she knew them both so well, and she understood the dynamics of their sisterly bond.

She did feel just a touch of sadness creeping in around the edges though. She had never shared such things with her sisters. Yes, they had shared clothing and shoes, and even a few secrets throughout their childhood and teenage years, but never anything so intimate as sexual experiences. While her younger sisters had teased her about sex when she first married Jake, any discussion about sexual experiences or desires was avoided—at all costs. Such things were considered taboo in her family. Until she began exploring her sexuality with Tracy, she hadn't even known what masturbation was, really, except that it was something dirty and sinful that boys did—especially "those gay boys," her mother had admonished in a surreptitious tone—and that it would surely make them go blind.

In the years that had passed since leaving Boston as a new bride, she had learned that most of what she had been taught about sex had been complete fallacy. The idea that sex could, or should be, enjoyable to a woman, was completely foreign to her parents. But she had quickly learned that sex wasn't some distasteful duty that a wife was obligated to endure for the sake of keeping her man from straying. And it certainly didn't result in babies every single time. Though, she had to admit she and Jake had proven quick studies in the baby-making department. But that was beside the point. She had also learned that masturbation was neither sinful nor dirty. And it definitely wasn't something that only boys did. It was for everyone, she had learned with Tracy, and it certainly did not cause blindness, regardless of gender or sexual orientation.

Worse than the propagation of such fallacies, at least in her estimation, was that none of her parents' teachings had prepared her for the depth of intimacy she had experienced when making love with either Jake or Tracy. Her parents had been so wrong, on so many levels. She almost felt a sense of pity for them. And she hoped that somehow her siblings had found the truth about intimacy, sexual and otherwise, with loving partners of their own.

Tracy laughed lightly. "I suppose we are a bit unconventional in some ways," she agreed in reference to her relationship with her younger sister. She didn't have to say that, other than Jen, Brie was her best friend in the world. Jen already knew that. "So… I'm sure she'd understand if she happened to hear us tonight."

Suddenly quite nervous, Jen gulped. "Us?" she questioned with a lilt that stressed the plurality of the situation. "Please tell me you don't have me on speaker."

"No, Cara, no," Tracy murmured so softly Jen swore she could feel the warmth of Tracy's breath against her ear. "Those sweet sounds that you make when I touch you… Oh, Sweetheart, those are only for me."

Having left Tracy's bed unsatisfied earlier that evening, Jen was still slightly aroused, and the sound of Tracy's voice right now certainly wasn't helping matters. It had been so tempting, as she soaked in the Jacuzzi before climbing into their bed, to sidled up to one of those powerful jets, and pretend that warm rush of water was Tracy's hot, practiced tongue, slicing through her swollen inner lips, pounding against her achingly engorged clitoris, expertly bringing her to completion the way she always did.

But she had resisted, wanting only the real thing—to have the tender warmth of Tracy's mouth against her as she came. And the tenderness, the undertone of simmering need, in Tracy's voice as she whispered through the phone, made it feel as though Tracy was lying there right beside her. That was as real as they could get, given their present circumstances. And all Jen could think about was how much she needed the warmth of Tracy's touch. "Touch me, how?" she asked, almost breathlessly.

Tracy's own breath caught at the undercurrent of need in Jen's voice. "With my lips on your breasts, kissing them slowly," she whispered. "My tongue lightly teasing your nipples… God, your breasts are wonderful, Cara. So beautiful, so perfect…"

Oh, how Jen loved Tracy's hands and mouth on her breasts! As the memory of Tracy's touch flooded her senses, Jen's hands slipped beneath the fabric of her jersey, lightly palming the soft, supple mounds. They were small, and pert, and oh, so sensitive to the touch, and Tracy knew exactly how to pleasure them. Jake had appreciated them, but Tracy absolutely revered them.

The slow, sensual sucking of her nipples resonated throughout her body, causing a gushing of wetness to flood her center, as her clitoris stiffened in response. And then Tracy would slide her hand between Jen's thighs, slowly stroking her to orgasm, as she pulled Jen's breast deeper into her mouth, and continued to suckle with that light, teasing flicker of her tongue.

Suddenly Jen felt overwhelmed with the sensation that Tracy was all around her, touching her, kissing her, caressing her in all the right places. She sensed that familiar pressure from the base of Tracy's hand as it pressed down on her pelvis, heightening her anticipation. And then she felt the sensation of Tracy's long middle finger as it dipped into the abundance of wet heat between her thighs, gliding smoothly through her slick, wet folds. She released a low, guttural moan in response to the welcomed stimulation. So lost was she, in the silky sounds of Tracy's voice that it did not occur to her that it wasn't Tracy's hand that had slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, but her own.

"Can you feel me loving you, Cara?" Tracy murmured softly, as the sounds of Jen's impending release invaded her awareness, surrounding her like a warm embrace.

"Yes… Oh, Yes!" Jen exclaimed raspingly. "Don't stop," she beseeched. "Please, don't stop!"

Delivered on the wings of breathless yearning, the sultry resonance of Jen's pleas heightened Tracy's arousal, and just that quickly, she was riding the sharp edge of her own climax, as well. "Just stay with me, Cara," she husked. "I'm right there with you. Touching you… loving you… God, you're so beautiful when you come for me. Let it happen for me now, Honey. I won't let you go until you finish."

With every word, every phrase, Jen moved closer and closer to her ultimate release. And by the time Tracy implored her to let it happen, she could no longer hold back. Not even if she wanted to. Her release came upon her swiftly, like the rushing current in a flooded river, overflowing its banks. She cried out in ecstasy, her painfully engorged clitoris pulsing and jerking as her body quaked in blissful completion.

"Oh…" Tracy exhaled on an unfettered growl, her own body slamming into orgasm, from the sheer power of those delightful sounds that emanated from Jen's lungs as she tumble into sated bliss. "That's it, Sweetheart…" Her breathless encouragement transformed into a low guttural moan. "That's it… Oh, yes!"

And then they were both floating on the waves of mutual contentment, their breaths coming in short, labored bursts. "I love you so much, Cara," Tracy panted hoarsely, as they each cradled their phone close, reaching, yearning for that connection, body and soul.

"I love you too," Jen murmured softly, as her breathing began to calm. She clutched more firmly to Tracy's pillow, as if clutching Tracy, herself. "Will you just hold me? Please, just hold me."

The gentle pleading in Jen's voice tore at Tracy's heart. More than anything, she wanted to do exactly that. "Wrap yourself up in our duvet, Honey," she quietly instructed, referring to the piece of bedding upon which they first made love. "And just feel our love surrounding you."

Willingly, Jen followed Tracy's directions, enfolding herself in their love. And then she fixed her gaze on her engagement ring, smiling to herself as it sparkled in the moonlight that streamed through their bedroom window. It was a touch-point, another tangible connection to the woman she loved. "I can't wait to be your wife," she whispered.

"I can't wait to be yours either," Tracy quietly avowed, as she settled beneath the covers of her childhood bed. "Now close your eyes, mi corazón. And just feel me holding you as you sleep."

Pulling their duvet more tightly around her, Jen nuzzled against Tracy's pillow, once again drawing the soft, musky scent of her deep into her lungs. And in that moment, she was transported back to their first kiss—the kiss that counted—where she lingered with her again, allowing that scent to fill her senses, suffusing the air around her. As she drew closer to Tracy, a deep sense of inner peace engulfed her, and for the first time since their ordeal with Preston had begun, she knew in her heart that their life would somehow be restored. And there, surrounded by the comforting closeness of Tracy's unwavering presence, she slept.

TBC in Chapter 14.19…