Beautiful

So, we're back with part four. This is part four of six, you should read the first three parts before embarking on this tale or you'll be lost. As always, all characters in explicit scenes are over eighteen. Enjoy!

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Beautiful Pt. 4

I wrapped a robe around myself before following the smell of coffee down to the kitchen. Sandy was standing at the stove. She looked over her shoulder as I entered.

"Hey, beautiful. Good morning."

I grinned at her. "Hi." I went towards her, and she kissed me long and deep. "You sleep okay?"

Sandy smiled that confident, heart-stopping smile of hers. "Yeah, see, I have this awesome girlfriend, who made me feel amazing."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She pulled me close, rocking me in her arms. "But I don't think I was a very good lover last night. All taking and no giving."

I giggled, loving the warmth of her embrace. "Well, you have the whole weekend to make it up to her. Maybe with that strap-on?"

Her grin turned wicked. "It's in my bag."

"What are you making?" I looked past her to the counter, where she'd been mixing a batter.

"Banana and chocolate chip pancakes. My mother always made these for me after a loss. Will you try them?"

"Sure." I'd had pancakes with those flavors before, just not at the same time. Chocolate covered bananas were good, though, so what the hell. I poured myself some coffee, adding some creamer as I listened to Sandy singing to herself as she poured batter onto the griddle.

"That reminds me, you promised me Karaoke that night."

"When?"

"That night we went to hear your friend play. They told me about 'Dream Weaver', remember?" I saw Sandy's face color as the memory resurfaced.

"Oh, god. Fine. I know a place."

It was the start of one of the best days, well, best weekends of my life. We started at a local farmer's market, but ended up at an orchard picking our own apples, grapes and raspberries. One of my great aunts made her own cinnamon applesauce, and I have her recipe somewhere, along with the equipment needed.

I was never able to find the time to try when my kids were young, but Sandy seemed eager to give it a shot, so I was excited to try. We had an early dinner at a little farm-to-table restaurant before heading back to shower and meet up with Jeanine and Bryan at the Karaoke bar. Once there I got to see the goofy side of Sandy's personality on full display, and I loved it. She was big, brash but always entertaining, and she was more than a bit of a show off, in the best way. She didn't have the worst voice I'd ever heard, but it wasn't the best either. Although what she lacked in quality she made up for in style.

My own voice was good, like, church choir good. I can carry a tune, but nothing special. Sandy told me it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard, but I laughingly told her that was the martinis talking.

We finally stumbled home at almost one o'clock. It was everything I could do to get my makeup washed off before I stumbled into bed. Luckily Sandy's arms were waiting for me, and I burrowed into their snuggly warmth with a tired, contented moan.

Sandy kissed my forehead before yawning. "I think the strap-on is going to have to wait 'til tomorrow, babe."

I groaned. "It is tomorrow. I'm too old to be out this late."

"Me, too. In the morning, how about a quiet day at home?"

"And then the strap-on?" I could feel the world slipping away behind my drooping eyelids.

Sandy giggled and kissed me again. "Yes, my love, for as long as you want."

"Goody. I love you, too."

Sandy made a happy little sound, her energy warming instantly as she pulled me tighter under the covers. Some part of my dimming brain recognized something momentous had just happened, but I didn't care. I was warm and happy, and, moments later, asleep.

***

"You've never even taken this thing out of the box, have you?"

I winced. "I did, once, and then, if I remember correctly, Will started crying so I put it all away."

"And there it sat."

"Yep, in perpetuity. Until today."

Sandy turned said box over in her hands, which contained my applesauce maker. It was basically a specialized food mill. I also had my huge canning pot with its inner wire racks and pressure lid.

That

I'd actually used a couple of times for green beans and carrots that I'd bought.

"And what is all that?" Sandy pointed at the basket of canning tools and utensils.

"Oh, you're going to find out, assuming I can remember."

She laughed, grabbing one of the Macintosh Apples we'd picked yesterday and biting into it. "Okay, what's first, Chef?"

"First, we need to quarter the apples and cook them down."

We started in, working smoothly together. We hadn't said anything about what had happened, or rather, what had been said between us as we'd fallen asleep last night. I'd woken up still wrapped in Sandy's arms. She'd been awake, and the intensity of her eyes had taken my breath away, until I remembered what I'd said.

She hadn't mentioned anything about it, but there was a bounce in her step that hadn't been there yesterday, and I knew the reason. I'd told her I loved her, and she was flying. Every time she looked at me her smile was brighter, her touches more tender and longer. To be honest, the thought of what she was going to do to me when she finally got me into bed tonight sent shivers down my spine.

We decided to be lazy and ordered some food from a local Italian place for dinner while we watched some silly romantic comedy. When we finished dinner she pulled me to her, holding me around the middle as I leaned back against her. I could feel her breath on my neck when she laughed, or whispered in my ear. It was lovely and so intimate, just being near her.

When the credits rolled it was just starting to get dark outside, and Sandy pulled me a little tighter, kissing me just behind the ear. "Melanie?" The tingle between my legs intensified at the purr in her voice.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to take you to bed now. I can't wait any more."

"Okay." My voice was barely a whisper as my heart started thundering in my chest. Her hand ran up my body until it was gently holding my chin, turning my head so she could kiss me. It lasted just long enough to bring my lust to a raging boil, and then I was being pulled to my feet. I don't remember taking a single step, but it seemed moments later I was naked, lying back on my mattress as Sandy covered my body with hers.

Her lips feasted on my neck until I melted into the mattress, and when they finally moved down to my breast I moaned into the falling night. And it didn't matter what my body looked like, or if I'd never be on the cover of Vogue. It only mattered that I was with Sandy.

She pushed my knees apart, and I spread my legs eagerly as she settled between them. Her fingers dipped into my wetness, spreading my nectar over the whole of my sex. She looked up at me with a grin combining the evil temptress with girlish joy before lowering her mouth, burying her tongue into my folds.

I reached down, my fingers entwining themselves into her curly hair, holding her to me. I moaned and gasped with each swirl of her tongue and suckle of her lips, my pleasure building steadily until the blessed release swept over my body, making me buck and wail.

When I stilled Sandy slipped two fingers inside me. My walls clamped down on them, me pushing my hips to increase the penetration.

"You want this filled, don't you?"

Her fingers stroked my G-spot, making me whimper. "Please."

"Your wish is my command, my love." A tear formed in my eye on hearing the word, and Sandy slid off the bed and pulled the strap-on out of her bag. I watched as she slid it up over her long, trim legs and buckled it in place. Would she want me on all fours first, like last time? I wasn't sure what to do until she climbed onto the mattress, rolling me over onto my back.

My legs spread and hips raised to accept her penetration, which was smooth and deep from the start, a testament to how wet I was. She didn't just start thrusting, instead beginning a rocking motion that stimulated my whole pussy.

My mouth opened in pleasure, eyes locked onto the gaze of the woman loving me. Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I recognized a difference. I'd been in this position with Bill so many times, and he'd often worn this little smirk, one that told me I was lucky to have him doing this for me. I never really questioned that, because I'd felt lucky.

But there was no smirk in Sandy's eyes. Quite the opposite, she seemed honored, almost reverent that I was allowing this, that I was letting her this close, and that realization intensified the love I felt for this incredible woman.

I wrapped my legs around her as another orgasm rolled through me, almost surprising me with its power and intensity.

"Melanie, you are so beautiful."

A joyous smile spread across my face, and she kissed me long and deep. As our tongues caressed each other I had an idea. She thought I was beautiful, so I was going to give her a show. I rolled onto my side, taking her with me and letting the phallus slip out. "Lie on your back."

She complied, grinning up at me as I rose up on my knees. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." I couldn't believe the seductive tone coming out of my mouth, but I felt great, sexy and strong. I straddled her hips, reaching down between my legs to grasp the phallus and guide it in. I sank down onto it until it was fully buried inside me. It felt amazing, but I tried to push that back as I began to move. I turned my hips in slow circles, grinding against my lover. Instead of using my hands and arms to cover my body, I brought them up and lifted my hair, exposing my neck and pushing out my breasts.

"Oh my god, Melanie." Her voice was awestruck, her eyes wide as saucers as I gyrated on top of her. Her left hand reached and touched one of my breasts, holding and squeezing it gently, while the other ran up and down my thigh. I smiled down at her for a moment before letting my face morph into my best sultry, bedroom expression as I moved.

Her hands moved to my hips and the top of my thighs, resting there as I moved. "God, Melanie, I wanna see you come."

I pushed out my breasts. "You do?"

"Please, baby, you're so beautiful when you come."

"Okay." I shifted my angle forward slightly, giving more stimulation to my clit, and started to chase my own pleasure. It wasn't hard, the length inside me still felt incredible, touching the deepest part of me, and with the several climaxes I'd had already another wasn't far away.

The most glorious thing about an orgasm is that during one it's absolutely impossible to feel shame or self-consciousness. You literally can't contemplate anything other than the throes of your own ecstasy. Before it was on me I knew that leaning forward like I was made my breasts sag forward and my belly pudge out more than a little. But once I surrendered to my release I wiggled and ground myself against Sandy with complete abandon.

When I quieted Sandy was staring up at me, and my cheeks colored as my nervousness returned.

"Jesus, Melanie, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

I leaned forward, letting the phallus slip out. "Really?"

She nodded, opening her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a kiss. When I broke away I whispered into her ear as her fingernails traced up and down my back. "My turn to enjoy you."

She husked out an acknowledgement and I went to work, neck, breasts, belly, before finally I stripped off her accoutrement and sank my tongue deep into her delicious folds. I didn't stop until I'd brought my lover to several loud climaxes, each filling my heart with love and joy. And when I'd finished, I let her pull me into her arms, pressing my body to hers without a negative thought in the world.

***

The next two weeks dragged by, excepting, of course, the one or two long lunches Sandy and I snuck in during the week. The weekend's game was on Saturday in Greensboro. Adrienne Perry did not start, much to the fury of her parents, who seemed to take it as a personal affront.

I kept my eye on them the entirety of the first half, becoming a little more nervous for Sandy every moment Adrienne rode the bench. Fortunately, Senator Perry was too much of a politician to make a public scene, but I knew there would be phone calls made on Monday, if they decided to wait that long.

On the field, the girls were playing really well, Paige, Kaylin, and Bobbie Leigh, our left defender, were a wall, and their opponents were not succeeding in any sustained offensive zone time. The offense looked dangerous. The passing was much better, and the movement of the ball through the scoring circle earned several penalty corners, but they weren't able to dent the net until a few minutes left in the second quarter when Fei deflected a pass to Sherri, our right inner, who was able to bury a shot past Greensboro's All-State goalie.

The visiting supporters leapt to our feet, with the exception of the Perry's, who didn't even clap. Sherri's parents, the Collins', were sitting a few rows in front of me, and they accepted my congratulations with everyone else, and the first half ended up one-nothing. I made my way down the bleachers, passing the Perry's and I couldn't help myself.

"Everyone's playing really well."

Renee looked daggers at me. "Are you kidding? We'd be up by three if our coach wasn't a vindictive, horrible," she spluttered for a word, but didn't come up with anything.

I kept my friendly smile. "I don't think so. I didn't see a single bad shot all half. Gotta be a first for this season. And I remember this team beating us four-nothing last year."

"Well," Senator Perry was wearing that evil, politician smile, "it's easy to approve when your daughter's wearing the armband."

"No, it's easy to approve when the team is playing well, and my daughter is happy and inspired."

I walked away, heading toward the concession stand.

Adrienne started the second half in her customary position. The home team started on a mission, keeping possession for the first few minutes, but eventually we were able to clear and work the ball up the wing. Dani beat her defender and drove toward the goal along the backline, passing perpendicularly to Sherri, who sent the ball to Adrienne off her first touch.

Apparently Greensboro had seen the same tape as our last opponent, because as soon as she touched the ball Adrienne was surrounded by three defenders. Her parents were screaming for her to shoot, but then a miracle occurred. She turned away from goal into the only open space she had, getting low and sliding the ball back toward the top of the circle.

Paige was sprinting in past the 23-meter line, taking the ball maybe a foot outside the scoring circle. She dragged it behind her as her feet made an x-step, her body lowering as she brought her stick forward, pulling the ball into the circle executing a perfect drag-flick and sending it up into the top right corner of the goal.

The Lost Valley sticks went up in triumph, and Paige ran directly to Adrienne, hugging her for a split second before they were mobbed by the rest of the team. Even though it was Paige's first goal of the season, the whole team was congratulating Adrienne, who was grinning ear to ear. I looked at Sandy who was still standing stoically, arms crossed under her breasts, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Five minutes later Adrienne got the ball again, looping around the highest defender covering her and finding Dani on the wing, and suddenly it was three to nothing. This time I actually saw Sandy close her fist and pump it once in approval. The opposing coach called for time, and our Lady Panthers were jubilant as they gathered around their coach.

So were the fans, except for the Perry's. Renee cupped her hands to her mouth. "Adrienne Morgan Perry! Quit throwing it around, and start putting the ball in the net!"

Sandy shot Renee a vicious look, before pulling Adrienne to the side and talking to her. Adrienne nodded, not looking up at her mother before jogging back out onto the field. If Bill were here he'd probably have had something to say, but he was home with Charlie at a robotics competition. I thought that a very good thing. Paige was the athlete, which Bill understood, and Will, Bill's namesake, was the family politician, also something Bill could easily relate to, but Charlie he had the most difficult time connecting with, so he took extra effort to do just that when he could. Something I strongly encouraged. I knew he'd call Paige tonight to talk about the match, and she'd fill him in on what was going on.

The girls didn't score again, but they came close a number of times, with Adrienne working as part of the team instead of trying to be a one-woman show. As we waited for the players to emerge after the match you could almost see smoke rising off of Renee Perry's head, which was in stark contrast to the otherwise jubilant mood of the parents.

She started striding forward as soon as Sandy emerged from the tunnel. The coach turned around and hollered back towards the locker room, so she didn't see Mrs. Perry until she was right on top of her.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sandy stiffened, turning slowly on her heel. Her face was frozen steel. "Excuse me?"

The fact that Sandy hadn't retreated an inch stopped Renee's advance, but she wasn't deterred. "I asked you what you think you're doing, benching my daughter?" This time there was the barest hint of insecurity in her voice, but she was trying hard to be intimidating.

"

I told you last week. I am trying to put the best team on the field."

"She's your best player!"

"I don't care if she's queen of the known universe. If she passes, she plays. If she doesn't pass, she sits. Period. Am I clear?" The coach's voice didn't increase in volume an iota as she spoke, but her words got harder and fiercer. If she'd been speaking to me that way I'd have been looking for the nearest rock I could crawl under.

"She's your center forward! She's supposed to score."

"She isn't going to score when she's triple teamed every time she touches the ball. And you," Sandy moved imperceptibly closer, drawing up to her full height, "you telling her to shoot every time she gets a touch is not helping matters."

I knew how intimidating it was to look up at Sandra Dalton, Of course, I probably enjoyed it more than Renee was right now. I glanced around at the other parents, all of whom were watching the unfolding spectacle. A number of the players were at the mouth of the tunnel staring as well, including a mortified Adrienne.

I'm not sure if the audience she now had played any part in her deciding to end the conversation, but thankfully she did. "This isn't over."

Sandy didn't say anything further, turning away from Renee as the Senator's wife retreated. "Paige! I want everyone on the bus in five minutes."

"Yes, Coach."

The players poured out, most of them looking for parents for a quick hug. I walked over to Sandy, who was shaking her head, fighting back a scowl. She looked up when I got closer. "Please tell me Adrienne doesn't have any younger sisters."

I smiled at her. "Just an older one. She has a younger brother, but I doubt he plays field hockey."

Sandy gave a wry chuckle. "Thank God."

"You might warn the football coach, though."

Sandy smiled. "I've gotta get going. Call you tomorrow?" I nodded, trying not to grin like an idiot. She leaned in just a touch. "You should be in the tub when I call."

She turned away heading back toward the team bus, where Paige was standing just outside, not looking at us. "Everybody on board, Captain?"

"Yes, Coach."