Maia Miranda stared at her ceiling. There were no tears to cry, but there was also no energy to get off the floor and lay on her bed. She knew the day was coming. She should have never thought she could actually have a relationship with Bailey Clark. She'd been in love with the girl her whole life, but Bailey had hated her until that should-have-been-fateful day that they came out of the closet to each other then talked for three hours instead of going to class after lunch. She had apologized for being horrible in elementary school, telling her she still acted out because she was in the closet, and Bailey admitting the same. Three hours of talking ended with arranging their first date. That should have been their perfect moment. Instead, it was the beginning of the end of a twelve-year chase.
But she should have known. Bailey never wanted to do anything more than kiss, not even over the shirt stuff, not even once they were both eighteen. She practically disappeared after she moved. Bailey was never for her. She was too perfect to be contained by any one woman. The time was now for Maia to give up.
Unless there was a way. College applications were already open. There might be a way.
* * *
Krista's eyes flared and the post-orgasm high was gone. "What did you just say?" she asked.
"Did I ruin the mood?" Caroline still had the dreamy speech of someone who just had amazing sex.
"I mean, kind of. I mean, you just told me to take my daughter's virginity."
"I had to throw it out there. She's attracted to you and won't have sex with me, the best reason I can come up with is she wants her first time to be with her mom."
"So she didn't actually say that."
"I mean, no, but she talks about you even more than that hot piece of ass we have for an English teacher." Caroline rolled over and the two women looked up as they continued to talk.
"Sexually?"
"I mean, she'll say you're hot here and there, and you're way hotter than Emma-T, but mostly normal."
Krista rolled onto her side to look at Caroline. The girl's beautiful face and fading lipstick were almost too much, she almost forgot the conversation and jumped her. But she held herself together and said, "Caroline, Bailey doesn't want to have sex because she's not ready. She's not. She's an adult but she doesn't act like one. She whines and stresses and is really still a teenager."
"That's because she doesn't know how to treat you like a woman instead of a mom. She's mature in pretty much every way except how she talks to you and how she obsesses over homework for that teacher she won't admit she likes."
"You're awful jealous for someone who just fucked her girlfriend's mom."
"She's the one who won't admit it. She says she wants me to get sex and she knows I think you're hot."
"But not that we're fucking?"
A big smile came over Caroline's face. "Present tense? I haven't ruined everything?"
"I can't pretend. I'm sitting here looking at you, and the only urge stronger than to start fucking you right now is the instinct to defend my daughter."
"So what are you doing around 3:09 tomorrow?"
"3:09?"
"I figure that's how fast I can get to your house if I run to my car and run all the lights."
"I'm extremely busy if you don't tell me whether my daughter knows about us."
"I haven't told her."
"3:15. Don't hurt yourself, and tell my daughter."
"God, you are hot. Kiss before you leave?"
"You're not going to treat me like a lady and walk me down?" Krista asked as she started to get up.
"I told you, I don't know how booty calls work," Caroline answered as she sat up to watch Krista get dressed.
"Well get that hot naked body out from under those covers and walk me down."
Caroline smiled and pulled herself out of bed, then grabbed a robe from behind her closet door. "Pink?" Krista asked.
"I aim to surprise."
"Well if you were to greet me in a robe that short, I might just fuck you on the stone of your foyer," Krista said as they left the room.
"I love how now that I've taken you to bed, you can't stop saying 'fuck.'"
"What can I say, I liked when you talked dirty to me."
"Yeah you did," Caroline said, slipping her hand into Krista's as they walked down the last few steps.
"Almost as much as I like seeing you in that short and slinky robe."
"Almost?"
Krista put her arms around Caroline as they reached the door and looked into her eyes. "Dirty words are dirty words, but your body is irresistible."
"I like that," Caroline said, and their lips met. Their tongues explored each other and Krista's gave a few hard thrusts as if to promise more oral sex the next day. Caroline broke the kiss and quietly said, "Perfect timing, that's the garage door."
Krista could barely hear, but she trusted the girl. "Then I'll see you tomorrow," she said, and gave Caroline a last peck on the lips. She walked out and immediately wiped off Caroline's lipstick. She regretted that immediately: the lipstick was a badge of the best sex she'd ever had, and she wanted to at least see herself in a mirror, if not leave the lipstick in place. But the risk of forgetting and Bailey noticing was too high. Even though Caroline acted like Bailey wouldn't mind, she didn't want her daughter to find out this way.
In the morning, Krista finally realized just how depraved this all was. All she wanted was to hear from Caroline, and as that feeling overwhelmed her, she realized that Emily might be thinking the same thing. So here she was, ignoring her once-best friend after they had sex for the first time, desperate for her daughter's girlfriend, and all of this while married to someone else. She even asked herself if she was cheating on Emily since they had been together first, or perhaps she was cheating on Caroline because they had fooled around first. But she had kissed Emily first.
She went for a run to stop the circular thinking. She knew what she really wanted, and that was to have Caroline again. In fact, the only question that caused her to have any real emotion was when she asked herself if she might be cheating on Caroline. Regardless, she needed to reach out to Emily. She was still her friend, even if she knew who should be her lover.
She texted Emily after her run to say sorry that she had been busy and that they should talk after tennis practice. She didn't sweat the reply and instead decided to go shopping because none of her skirts were worthy of being worn for Caroline. By which she meant they were too long. She had a few short dresses, but Caroline had seen the checkered one and the others were sundresses, more fun than sexy. Krista bought herself a small arsenal of four miniskirts: skin-tight blue, skin-tight plaid pink, finely pleated black, and flimsy and floral. Then she went to get her nails done, not only to make sure her hands and feet were soft and smooth for her afternoon rendezvous, but also to give herself black toenails a la Caroline. She chose the glossy black instead of the matte Caroline wore to make them stand out, then on her fingernails did a blue French tip.
Running, shopping, and a pedicure should have taken enough of the day, but Krista still found herself at home bubbling with anticipation for Caroline's arrival. She found herself changing several times as she debated her outfit for the afternoon, and even wondered if she should go out again to find sexier tops. Eventually she settled on the floral skirt and for her top a tight white shirt with a square neckline to show a little bit of cleavage. Bare feet, wearing shoes in her own house was silly. She couldn't remember unpacking that shirt or even buying it, but the outfit seemed right for the occasion.
Caroline rang the doorbell and Krista had to force herself to put one foot in front of the other to avoid freezing with excitement. "Wow, you look hot," Caroline said when Krista opened the door.
"Holy shit, not compared to you," Krista uttered, using all her energy to avoid fainting. Caroline's top, solid black over her chest with lace sleeves, exposed her midriff and seemed to caress her breasts. Under her normal motorcycle boots, a pair of thigh-high stockings ran up her leg and stopped several inches below her skin-tight skirt to expose a bit of thigh. Krista had bought several miniskirts that day, but Caroline's was a micro-skirt. The black lipstick was of course impeccable and she wore her long, jet black hair in a ponytail.
Caroline let herself in and touched Krista's jaw. "I like the black nail polish," she said.
"In your honor," Krista cooed as she began to relax. Caroline interlaced her fingers around the back of Krista's neck.
Krista felt them pulled together and her lips and tongue meshing with Caroline's. She had never kissed like this, the warmth, the tingling, the absolutely immersive feeling of contact with someone she was passionately enchanted with. They broke after close to a minute, long before Krista was ready. "And the blue in honor of Bailey?" Caroline asked.
Krista had completely forgotten blue was her daughter's favorite color. She just thought the look was pretty, both edgy and muted. She continued to hold Caroline, one hand on her bare back just above the skirt, and the other on the fabric of the small top. "Are you trying to ruin this?" she asked.
"No, I'm just curious. Not every day you see blue tips."
"I just thought they were pretty," Krista said, dragging the nails across her young lover's exposed back.
"Mmm, you certainly know how to use them," Caroline purred.
"Can I confess something?"
"Please."
"I'm afraid I'll scratch you with them."
