....."I have to ask," she started in a timid voice. "What are we, to each other now?"
"Tonight, we're lovers," I answered. "We can sort the rest out tomorrow."
We kissed again and settled in to go to sleep.
I know it wasn't the greatest answer, but it was all I had for her at the moment.
My monkey mind started climbing trees as she fell asleep in my arms. What were we going to be to each other? Was this just a "one and done"? Most importantly, I was worried that Steph would wake with regrets. I, at least for the moment, didn't have any. I was able to quell my worries, with the realization that what was done was done and it was all going to turn out however it turned out.
I curled my body against hers and fell asleep with the scent of her hair filling my nose.
As usual, I woke earlier than Steph. Normally I was up a couple of hours before she got out of bed. Getting up, to make coffee I didn't bother to put anything on. My pussy started to moisten as memories from the night before came back to me as I made coffee on the same counter I'd had my first girl-girl experience only a few hours before.
Lost in those memories, I caught myself grinding my pussy against the rounded corner of the counter while I waited for the coffee to brew.
'Get a grip, Maddie,' I thought to myself. 'No humping the furniture.'
Once the pot was full enough to fill a mug, I poured my coffee and went outside. The early morning sun was bright and it was already getting warm out.
The pool looked pretty inviting. Just the thing to cool me off a bit, after all, I was already dressed for it. I set my glasses and coffee down on one of the tables, treaded over to the deep end and dove in.
The water, having had all night to cool, was shockingly cold. Once I got acclimated, it felt great. Not being much of a swimmer, I swam a single "up and back" lap with very bad form. My body was still super sensitive, the water rushing past my rock hard nipples was making me hot, while the chilliness of it cooled between my legs.
I didn't bother with a towel after getting out, opting to let the sun and the slight breeze dry me while I drank my coffee. I was just about to go in for a refill when Steph made her appearance, coffee mug in one hand and the coffee pot in the other.
"I could get used to this," she stated. "Coffee ready when I wake up and a naked lady by my pool."
"Good morning, dear." I greeted and blew her a kiss.
She leaned in to give me a real kiss that I was more than happy to receive. The little bit of tongue eased some of my fears about her regrets.
She'd opted for morning modesty by wearing a loose fitting tank dress. Judging by the size of the arm holes, it was definitely supposed to be worn with something underneath, which she wasn't. But there was no way I was going to complain as I received a tantalizing look at her boobs as she leaned over to refill my cup.
"I do declare," she said in a over fake southern accent, pulling at the hem of her dress. "I seem to be quite overdressed for this soirée."
With flourish she pulled the dress over her head and did a twirl.
"Much better," I commented. "I was going to say something, but I didn't want to embarrass you."
"Well aren't you just the sweetest thing," she replied, with the accent. "I could just eat you up. Oh wait, I already did."
The memory made my clit start to swell.
"I'm going to swim some laps," she announced. "Since you were nice enough to make coffee, I will allow you to watch me."
"I'll be your private cheering section."
"That's what makes you the best girlfriend ever," she said leaning over to kiss me again.
This one packed a far bigger punch, wet, lots of tongue, slightly messy...exactly how I love to be kissed. Reaching down, she rubbed her hand over my boobs and started pinching and pulling on my nipples.... So good! With a final twirl and tweak on my nipple, she broke the kiss and started walking towards the pool.
"God, I love your boobs," she exclaimed.
Swimming had always been Stephs thing. She was a national champion when we were in high school. She received a full ride scholarship as a swimmer and would have been an Olympian had it not been for a shoulder injury.
I'd seen her swim thousands of times over the years. I was always enthralled and a tiny bit envious of her prowess in the water. But now watching her slicing into the water, seeing the power in her arms and legs was turning me on.
I swung a leg over the armrest of the chair. Without taking my eyes off of Steph gliding through the water. I ran my hand down my body until my palm was cupping myself. With the heel of my hand pressing my clit, my index finger sliding in and out of my pussy I was feeling good. A little too good. An orgasm was headed my way like a freight train and I didn't want to get to the station just yet. I switched to gently rubbing circles on my clit, being careful not to apply too much pressure as I watched Stephs wet, nude form climb out of the pool.
"Is this how it's going to be every morning?" she asked. "I swim my laps while you masturbate."
"I'm not masturbating," I challenged. "I'm playing with myself."
Still dripping water, she sat down across from me. She looked so sexy.
"Okay, I'll bite," she asked, taking a sip of coffee. "What is the difference?"
"Playing with myself," I started, still brazenly rubbing my pussy in front of her. "Is all about getting aroused and making myself feel good."
"Okay."
"Masturbating is when I want to get off." I told her. "And that, my love is your job now."
"Well, if that's my job now, would you please stop playing so I can get to work?"
She eased off the deck chair to her knees in front of me and we kissed. Then we kissed again. Our tongues sliding over each other, I purposely kept getting more sloppy until our tongues were not only in each others mouths, but on and sometimes around our lips. I knew it was almost a parody of bad kissing, but wet sloppy kisses really turned me on.
"God, you are a slobbery kisser," she commented as she broke the kiss. "But I kind of like it."
Leaning back in she kissed me again, then moved to my neck and throat. Laying back I could feel her rock hard nipples grazing my tummy. Moving further down, she took my left boob in her hand, squeezing it while she bit and sucked on the right nipple. She switched off and sucked on the right.
"I love your boobs," she muttered each time she switched.
