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  "Are you sure, Madeline?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  "I can stop."

  I opened my eyes. "Is that what you want?"

  Her fingers spread my labia and I gasped. She gently pinched my clitoris. I gasped with the intense pleasure.

  "What I want," she said. "Is to watch you lose yourself to me."

  "Yes," I said, closing my eyes and squirming.

  That was the last time she asked. She adjusted herself and began riding her hand, pressing herself against her hand and thus pressing her hand against me. She slipped two fingers into my vagina.

  "Oh god!" I said.

  "No god," she said. "Just you and me, Madeline."

  "Karen! Karen!"

  "That's better, Love," she said. She caressed my G-spot with her fingers, causing me to jump.

  My heart was pounding in my chest, my juiced were flowing out of me, and I wanted her to take me, over and over. I never wanted to leave her bed.

  She teased me for a long time, teasing my clitoris, my vagina, my G-spot. I was sweating, my hair plastered to my head, but never did I move my hands from where she'd left them on the bed.

  "Please, Karen!" I began to beg. "Please."

  "Mine!" she growled "Mine!"

  "Yours, yes," I said, and I began to shudder. "Oh Karen!"

  I felt myself contract around her fingers, squeezing her. My back arched as I thrust myself at her with my need.

  I screamed her name as the orgasm blasted through my body, waves of bliss filling my brain and blocking out all thoughts but one.

  Hers.

  HersAfterwards, she wrapped me in her arms and held me, whispering quietly to me. My heart was bursting with joy. I fell asleep in her arms.

  I woke sometime in the middle of the night, Karen's arms around me. It felt odd. She was warm. I rolled over, waking her. She rolled onto her back, and I cuddled against her. I began stroking her body. She lied quietly while I touched her. I kept stroking her, my hand growing increasingly daring until finally I rested it against the outside of her vulva.

  Her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted.

  "I may not be very good," I told her quietly.

  In response her hand pressed over mine, and together we parted her. She guided me to her clitoris, then withdrew her hand. I could have found it without help, but I enjoyed the encouragement.

  For a long time I teased her clitoris. She squirmed against my hand, and her breathing grew shallow and rapid. I ran a finger along her entire slit; she seemed to enjoy it as much as I had.

  My head was resting on her shoulder. I could breath her scent and watch her face while my fingers continued to tease her slowly. From time to time she gasped.

  "Is this right?" I asked her.

  "Yes," she gasped.

  She let me continue to tease her like that for a while. I wanted to see her come, but I wasn't sure how. "Tell me."

  She reached down and moved my hand, pressing two of my fingers into her vagina. I slid in deeply, then curled my fingers, caressing her G-spot. "Harder, please," she directed. I felt her own fingers move to her clitoris, and she began panting. And then I felt her shudder, and she clenched around my fingers.

  "Don't stop," she said. "Ohhhh."

  Working together, we pushed her over the edge, and she whispered, "Yes, ohhhh," as she came, clenching and shuddering around my fingers.

  "I love you," I whispered to her, receiving a new set of shudders from her. She moved her hand over mine and pressed firmly, then pulled me away. I took my hand and slipped my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Oh honey," she said as she watched me.

  My fingers were filled with her taste, and I decided I liked it. I pulled my fingers from my mouth and smiled. "I could get used to that taste," I told her.

  She pulled me tightly to her, clutching at me.

  "Is this real?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  She pushed me away and looked into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

  "Yes." I paused. "Roll over, I want to hold you for a while."

  She turned away from me and I wrapped my arms around her, snuggling as tightly to her as I could. I felt her shudder once.

  "Are you okay?"

  "Afterglow," she said.

  She caressed my arm and we fell asleep again.

  By the time we woke in the morning, we had moved away from each other. I woke in a strange bed with a strange view. My pillow smelled like Karen, and I remembered last night. I rolled over. Karen was watching me. I slid a hand towards her, under the covers, and she reached out and took it.

  "Regrets?" she asked.

  "No." I paused. "You?"

  "No. Are you really sure?"

  "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

  "I've wanted you since you walked into my office."

  I smiled. "I thought you were so stunning and brilliant."

  We lied together, smiling and holding hands. It was all quite overwhelming, and the constant stream of endorphins was making me jittery.

  "I want to ask you something," I told her. She nodded. "Is this permanent?"

  She smiled. "It will be if I have any control over it," she replied. Her smile faded. "You may decide to leave."

  "You will stay away from the Tessies of the world."

  "That is one thing I can promise you. I will never stray."

  "Then we'll work the rest out, Karen." I thought about it. "I can't promise I'll be happy without a real job. My ego may take a hit being a kept woman. It's a mix of having engaging things to do and personal pride. I've always been self-sufficient."

  "I understand. But you're going to try? Maybe it's wrong, but I can't tell you how much I enjoy coming home to you, knowing you're here making the house so wonderful."

  "I am going to try. And I like a lot of it, but it may not be enough." I paused. "I expect dancing every night, and I want you to take some lessons. I can't teach you to lead any better than you already do."

  "I would like that," she said. "Can you find an instructor who can come here?"

  "It will cost more."

  "I probably need to tell you what I earn." She smiled. "We'll talk finances later. I want to get your hot body in the shower and do delicious things to it."

  * * *

  The shower was amazing.

  * * *

  Downstairs, I called Mom while Karen was drying her hair.

  "Happy New Year, Madeline," she said.

  "Mom, are you sitting down?"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Um. Remember what you told me at Christmas about bringing a girlfriend home? Were you serious?"

  "Oh honey," she said. I could hear the smile. "Are you happy?"

  "Yes."

  "Does she treat you well?"

  "Yes."

  "Bring her over later. Your father will be watching the game."

  "Let me go up and ask her." I walked back up the stairs and into her room. Karen saw me in the mirror when I stood in the bathroom doorway and turned off the hair dryer.

  She turned around and smiled at me. "I'm talking to Mom. We're invited over this afternoon."

  "You told her?" I nodded. "She's okay with it?" I nodded. "How about your father?"

  "Mom, she wants to know if Daddy is going to shoot her."

  Mom laughed. "Your father is going to ask her about grandchildren."

  "Oh, I'm not ready for that conversation, Mom. Do you think that can wait at least a week or two?"

  Mom laughed again. "No."

  Karen was still smiling. "Is she asking about kids already?" I nodded. "Tell her there are options but we won't accept pressure."

  "I heard that," Mom said. "And she's absolutely right. Please come over. Any time this afternoon."

  "I should have just given the phone to Karen." I looked at Karen, who nodded. "We'll be there, Mom, but just for a while. Is one o'clock good?"

  I moved back downstairs while finishing the call with Mom. I hung up with her and t
hen went right back upstairs. Karen was getting dressed.

  "This is my bedroom now, too," I told her.

  "Yes."

  "Good. As long as we're clear." I looked around. Then I walked over to her closet. It was full. I sighed. She followed me in, and when I turned around, she pulled me into a kiss.

  "A kiss isn't going to distract me," I said once she let me go.

  She laughed. "You may have either half of the closet. There's an empty closet in the basement. We can move the seasonal clothes down there."

  I kissed her. "Thank you."

  I grabbed her ass as I slipped past her. She squealed and followed me back into the bedroom. I looked around then turned to her. "My dresser won't match, and the others in the house also aren't this same style." There was room next to her dresser for a second one, but everything I had would clash.

  "There's a business concept," she said. "If you have a problem that can be solved by writing a check, you don't have a problem. You have carte blanche on decorating the house, but we'll have to discuss the rate at which you spend money so there aren't surprises."

  "I want us to do it together," I told her. "I want both our tastes involved."

  We continued to talk while she got dressed. That part went slower for her, as I kept interfering. Once she was finally dressed I drew her downstairs and fed her breakfast. Breakfast was followed by a make out session on the couch, but we both stayed dressed. Mostly.

  ResettlingI looked sadly at Karen the next morning. "I would have liked a few more days with you before you went back to work."

  "I know what you mean," she said. "But no guilt trips."

  "No, that's not what I meant." I paused. "But can I come have lunch with you?"

  "I'd like that," she said. "Call me around ten though, because I never know when something is going to come up." She paused. "This is my life, Madeline."

  "I know. I'm trying not to be needy."

  "I don't want to go, either." She pulled me into a kiss.

  After she left, I ate my own breakfast and began planning. I needed to arrange to have Handyman Fred help me take down the remaining holiday decorations. At the same time I'd ask him to help me move a dresser into the bedroom. I had moved a few things into Karen's bedroom, now our bedroom, but I wanted to finish that process.

  I added more things to the list. Contact a tango teacher and arrange for weekly lessons. Look into cooking classes. Start the redecorating process. Begin planning dinner parties and other events. Karen and I had more to talk about on that, but I wanted to organize my thoughts.

  Karen and I had talked about money last night. We decided she wasn't going to pay me. If she did, I'd have to pay taxes on it after she'd already paid taxes once. That seemed silly. I was to take over paying the household bills using her checkbook. This would include my credit card and car insurance. I didn't have any other expenses except health insurance, and she would move me onto her plan at work. For my own spending money I had a couple of credit cards and she would give me cash.

  I really wasn't comfortable with some of the plans, but life is filled with compromise. I wanted a life with her. We had discussed the merits of us both having full time jobs.

  "Madeline," she said. "If you just can't stand it, then by all means, get a job. But I've done this in the past. I really hope we can find another way."

  So for now, we would try it this way.

  I finished breakfast and decided my list was good. It was too early to make phone calls, so I started by taking down the holiday decorations inside the house. It left the house looking bleak afterwards. However, the garland was dropping needles all over and definitely had to come down. I put some of the lights back up, but it just wasn't the same, so I finished turning the house back into how it looked when I had moved in. The result was depressing. I moved "redecorating" higher up my priority list.

  By then it was after nine, so I popped into the shower then dressed, making sure I would look nice for my lunch date. I got done and began making phone calls.

  "Handyman Fred," he said on the second ring.

  "Hello, Fred," I said. "It's Madeline Burnet. You helped me decorate a month ago."

  "I remember, Madeline. What can I do for you?"

  "It's time to take the lights down, and then I want to talk to you about redecorating."

  "I'm busy this week," he said. "But I can come out any time next week."

  "Monday morning?"

  "How does nine sound?"

  Next I called my favorite tango teacher. She and I talked for several minutes before I told her, "Candice, I met someone."

  "Ooh, what is his name?"

  "Karen."

  "I didn't know you swung that way."

  "Neither did I. Is it a problem for you?"

  "Absolutely not. I'm happy for you."

  We talked about Karen for a while before I said, "I was wondering if you would be willing to provide some private lessons at our home. I can pay you whatever is fair for making you come to us."

  She loved the idea, especially when I explained about the ballroom. Then we talked about hosting small milongas here, and she said she'd love to be involved in that, too. We agreed on prices, and she would start coming every Wednesday at nine.

  "I know that's kind of late," I told her.

  "No, it's perfect. You know us tango dancers, we're up late."

  We talked for a few more minutes before signing off.

  After that, I called a local cooking school. Yes, they had classes during the day. While talking to the head of the school, she directed me to their web site. We spent several minutes talking about where I was now. In the end she said, "You're past our basic class. You could take any of our specialty classes. But you know, you might want to just start with the right magazine subscriptions and go from there. Then see how you feel." She gave me some suggestions, and I decided that was a good idea.

  After that it was ten. I called Karen but was sent to voice mail. Instead of leaving a message, I texted her. "Lunch with my lover?"

  She called me back ten minutes later while I was sitting in the living room, feeling somewhat overwhelmed about the decorations.

  "Hey," I said warmly.

  "Hello, you," she said. "I only have a minute between meetings. I'd love to see you for lunch, but it's complicated."

  "We can make it a different day," I said a little sadly.

  "This is a lot to ask, but I'd love you to come today. But I don't know what time to tell you. Would you be upset if you had to wait? Could you find something to do in my office? It might be some time before I could pull myself away."

  "Would you like me to pack a picnic and we eat there?"

  "That would be amazing. Come by around eleven thirty, but it might be after one before I'm free. Is that asking too much?"

  "No, Karen." I made sure she could hear the smile in my voice. "I'll be there."

  "Gotta go. Sorry." She hung up.

  Just hearing her voice for a few minutes left me all gooey inside.

  I poked through the kitchen and found plenty of things to turn into a picnic. There was no picnic basket, so I used a shopping bag and packed everything.

  On the way, I stopped by a bookstore. I bought books and magazines on interior design and one of each of the cooking magazines they had. I drove downtown and parked under Karen's building. I brought the magazines upstairs with me.

  It felt odd to be back in an office building. I hadn't been in one since meeting with Karen in late November, and it was now January. My life for the past month had been so far removed from this. I looked around and missed it.

  The receptionist was expecting me. "You can head back. Do you know the way?" She pointed.

  When I got to Karen's office, she wasn't there, but she had a new gatekeeper. She hadn't told me. "I'm Madeline," I said. "Here to see Karen."

  "I don't have you on the schedule," she said.

  "And you are?"

  "I'm Liz, Karen's assistant."

  "Please
d to meet you, Liz. I'll wait in Karen's office."

  "No you won't!" she said, standing up and blocking the way. "The receptionist shouldn't have sent you back. We're not equipped for guests."

  I looked her up and down and imagined what my reaction would be if a strange woman showed up and tried to barge into Marsha's office. I decided it wouldn't be a lot different from Liz's reaction. I smiled.

  "Liz, I am Karen's live in girlfriend."

  "She hasn't mentioned you and you're not on the schedule. You are not going into her office."

  "I am glad to see she has someone so fierce protecting her interests," I said, smiling. "We're having lunch, but she asked me to wait, as her schedule is hectic. What do you suggest?"

  "You can wait in the lobby."

  "Why don't you grab one of the chairs from her office and I can sit over there," I said, pointing near the windows. "The view is lovely, and I brought things to do."

  She wasn't sure about the plan, but then I saw Charlie. "Charlie!" I said. He looked at me for a moment then smiled and walked over.

  "Oh, hello, Madeline. I think Karen is dealing with some crisis. Was she expecting you?"

  "Yes," I said, "But she didn't tell Liz."

  "Liz, Karen won't thank you if you piss off her girlfriend."

  "Liz is doing her job," I said. "I just need somewhere to wait. Over by the windows looks nice."

  "I'll get you a chair," Charlie said. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a chair for me. Liz continued to block the route to Karen's office and looked like she'd feel a lot better if I meekly went back to the lobby to wait. "Liz, I'll take responsibility," he told her. He pulled the chair over near the windows.

  Liz didn't look happy. I was within listening distance if she were on the phone. I considered it. "You know, I can wait in the lobby. Thanks anyway, Charlie." I hugged him quickly and turned around, heading to the lobby. I arrived, told the receptionist I would wait here, and sent Karen a text.

  "In lobby. Dragon lady wouldn't allow me to wait in your office." I opened one of the cooking magazines.

  I got a reply later. "Sorry, forgot to tell her. Busy for at least an hour. Sorry."

  I wrote back, "I love you."

  I waited for two hours. I finished the cooking magazines I bought and started in on the design magazines. I finished them and decided I hadn't learned anything from them. I went back to the cooking magazines and started looking through the recipes, wondering what I wanted to try to make first.