Elena Undone (26 page)

*

Elena fussed with Nash’s collar, under his blue crew neck jersey. He kept pushing her away, grumpy, as they stood outside, Barry loading the car with duffel bags and a suitcase. Tori pulled out a beautiful origami Valentine heart for Elena, and presented it to her.

“I’m too old for youth camp,” Nash muttered. “Really, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Okay, we’ll send you over to the seniors while Tori and I whoop it up,” Barry jibed good-naturedly.

“Come on, sweetie.” Elena put an arm about her son, but he shrugged it off. “You know you always have fun.”

“Whatever.” Nash rolled his eyes. “And what are you going to be doing? While we’re gone?”

They all turned to her, waiting for her answer. “Well, I…I’ll be catching up on the housework—you know how it’s always easier to get things done when you’re not around. Nothing terribly fascinating.” She swiveled to Tori. “Thank you sweetie. This is beautiful. I didn’t know you did origami.”

“Yeah…it’s so amazing. I just got into it a couple of days ago. It’s such a fascinating and beautiful art form.” She cocked her head to inspect Elena. “You know, Japanese lovers used to hide secret messages within the folds. Pretty cool huh?”

Elena blanched.

They all stood there, shuffling about, a bit uncomfortable.

“Well, thank you, Tori,” Barry concluded blithely. “Now in you go.”

Tori turned to Elena, hugged her. Elena convinced Nash to give her a solid hug goodbye, and when Barry came to get his, she moved to the car, patting him gently on the arm and pecking him on the cheek. “Drive safely.”

“We should be back tomorrow afternoon. I’ll call you when we hit the road.”

“Sure…but just in case I’m out running errands…call my cell, okay?”

“Yeah.” Barry looked at his wife.

She smiled, gently, then turned to the kids. “Have fun you two!”

She stepped aside from the car, and waved as they pulled out, all the while the ticking time bomb going off inside her, waiting to move as quickly as she could to get to Peyton. She hadn’t seen"bladn’t her in a week, and the wait had been interminable, unbearable.

*

Peyton’s palm just barely touched Elena, skimming the surface of her fine, smooth stomach. Touching her, stroking her like this, had now become a most favored pastime. Each time, Peyton found herself amazed by the extremes of physical sensation that actually could occur in her by simply caressing Elena’s skin.

“...when I touch your skin...it’s...” Peyton’s breath caught as she felt the ecstasy of this simple new phenomena. “God, with you...everything’s so different...so...”

Elena took Peyton’s hand, allowed her to trace her body, feeling every graze, then guided Peyton’s hand slowly over the mound of softness to the core of her pleasure, and just as Peyton began stroking Elena, Elena nabbed Peyton’s hand and flipped Peyton over.

“What are you doing?” Peyton giggled nervously.

But Elena pinned Peyton’s arms beside her, teased her tongue up the ridge of Peyton’s neck to behind her ear, then gently nibbled her way over the lobe, kissing her forehead, tracing kisses over her eyebrows and down the ridge of her nose, stopping for a generous kiss at Peyton’s mouth and then Elena stopped, looked closely at Peyton, her eyes questioning.

“What…what….Elena?”

Elena had begun to move downward, and Peyton panicked.

“Elena, what do you…”

“I’m doing what
I
want,” Elena proclaimed and continued to kiss her way down the length of Peyton’s body, gently biting the soft edge at Peyton’s pelvic bone, Peyton’s hips jumping in delight.

Peyton made one last effort to move from Elena’s command, but Elena was deftly removing control from her as she began to make love to Peyton, confident and in command.

Peyton trembled, terrified to let go, but Elena did not let up, and would not allow Peyton to hide. Elena slowly, deliberately, and certainly began to fuck Peyton, and as Peyton felt more and more, the delirious sensation not only of being made love to, but being made love to by someone who so desired her, so completely wanted her, heightened every sensation exponentially, beyond her comprehension.

Elena never hesitated. She had wanted to do this for so long. The only thing stopping her before had been fear that she could not please Peyton nearly as much as Peyton pleased her, but as with everything else that happened with Peyton, going down on her was the most natural thing in the world.

Elena’s mouth found Peyton, tasting the female of her, her musky sweet desire, luxuriating in Peyton’s craving, knowing that as she trailed her tongue along the folds and fullness, she could feel Peyton harden, and finally knew the power in owning anog in owninther so completely, indulging herself in taking Peyton to a place she somehow instinctually knew.

And Peyton stopped trying to understand, and just let herself feel, relinquishing control, she stopped pushing Elena away, finally succumbing to someone loving her, her eyes filling with gratitude and then ecstasy.

*

Peyton and Elena kissed inside another endless moment of time, their bodies entwined, their features highlighted by the moonlight streaming through the open doors that led to Peyton’s pool. The night was warm and Peyton had opened both doors before they had entered and now, after having made love, they pulled the mattress out by the pool, in the luxuriant air, their naked bodies glistening in the pale candescence, steam shimmering from the pool, an exotic setting for their endless embrace.

“...the pain of too much tenderness...” Peyton sighed.

“Isn’t that Gibran?”

Peyton nodded. “That’s how it feels when you make love to me...”

They lay in silent repose, each deep within her thoughts. Peyton cleared her throat. “That...that’s never happened before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m always the top.” Peyton’s jaw tightened. Vulnerable, she tried for bravado. “You know, more butch.”

“You’re not butch,” Elena sputtered, “I didn’t even know you were a—”

“No, no...not like that…it’s more about the energy. More male, top, in control. I’ve been that way my whole life.” Peyton stopped, thinking over all the ways in which she had made certain she never gave over anything too precious. “I’m the top, I initiate—no surprises—I stay safe.”

“It’s a whole new lexicon,” Elena said with a grin, shaking her head. “You know I’m clueless about all this.”

Elena traced a finger down the side of Peyton’s face, covered her chest gently with her hand, pressing it against her heart.

“How do you know to touch me like that?” Peyton’s voice was but a whisper.

Elena could see how exposed Peyton felt. “Instinct.” Elena continued to touch her.

“I can’t believe…how much of me I’ve given over...” Peyton felt everything, every caress, every grace, every brush of Elena’s fingers upon her skin, and Elena saw in Peyton’s eyes her willingness to trust.

“Peyton...” Elena kissed the swell of Peyton’s breast tenderly, “I’m kissing you…a woman… touching your breast, loving the smell anarethe smed feel of you as if it’s the only thing that can make me whole. I want so much to please you.”

Peyton’s eyes brimmed with tears.

Elena pulled her close, empowered. “Peyton...I love you.” She embraced her tenderly. “... I’m crazy in love with you...”

Peyton pulled Elena to her, moved her body atop Elena, kissing her thoroughly, aggressively, riding her, and suddenly stopped, grabbed her hand, pulled her up and propelled her to the edge of the pool.

Together they took the plunge.

*

After their swim, Peyton brought several different cartons of ice cream, along with a healthy piece of decadent chocolate cake Wave had dropped by earlier, along with some other nibbles she had grabbed on the way back to their picnic mattress, lit by numerous outside candles. The air was still balmy. They could have been in Hawaii, it was that warm, the shimmering mist above the pool heralding the mystical evening.

“It’s really shocking that you have never been with a woman before,” Peyton said between bites of decadent chocolate cake smothered in icecream.

Elena took one last bite. “I’m stuffed, filled up, overflowing,” she remarked to the moon. She stretched like a cat, found a comfortable spot half inside the curve of Peyton’s body, half slung upon the mattress.

“I…I had no idea people could make love over and over again,” Elena stated. “Or why they’d even want to. I just never got what the fuss was all about…why in the movies people were ‘doing it’ all day long…how boring, I thought—and now, it’s like sex is soooo much fun. It feels so good. I just don’t want to stop. Ever.”

Peyton leaned over, kissed her, spoon-fed her another bite.

“I thought I was full...” Elena smiled. “Do you think I ever will be?”

“I guess that depends…”

“On what…”

“Well, a lot of things, I still don’t know how you are able to be so sensually gifted. If I didn’t know better I would think you had been with women all your life.”

“Well you do know better.”

“It’s just that…truthfully, Elena…and you know I hate bringing up my past and the fact that I did go through a phase of fairly relentless serial monogamy.”

“Yes?” Elena cocked a
tell-me-more
eyebrow to Peyton.

“I guess you could simply call it dating, it’s just hroit’s that women feel so compelled to be monogamous that you make a relationship out of it, rather than just calling it what it is…which is, you meet, you date, you do it, it grows old, you go on.”

“Sounds like most of the relationships I know about.” Elena thought back to the few friends who had shared something approaching this kind of intimacy, and this story sounded very familiar.

“Yeah, only with lesbians it usually only lasts for six to eighteen months…you know, up until the time they hit lesbian ‘bed death.’”

“Oh, for goodness sake.”

“It’s true…it’s not in our DNA to procreate—to be driven to fuck as a means to survive. We’re programmed to nest and nurture. The nurturing we have down great—I mean we’re all flipping codependent. Our problem is, instead of just dating and having a good time, we insist on making it something more serious, or maybe we have to make it more serious because we simply don’t know how to do it in any other way…Whatever it is, I’ve done way too much of it. The point is, I love sex, I’ve had way more than my fair share of partners, and yet I have never been made love to by anyone, the way you make love to me.”

Elena smiled, gratified. “I hope so… you know I don’t really know what I’m doing—”

“Well, you do a damn good imitation then.”

“I love giving you pleasure…in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever known anything to be so absolutely gratifying. I love seeing you…when you come—see your eyes, full of joy…I just love your face, Peyton.”

Peyton glanced away, then started giggling. “And why the hell am I the shy one?”

“Yes, what kind of top are you anyway?” Elena teased.

They lay there a moment giggling, caressing one another.

“So do you…do you hate penises—or men, or—”

“No, I love men…and I have always had a healthy case of penis envy.” Peyton glanced at Elena. “Although I’ve never been much into penetration. What about you?”

“Well, Peyton, I’ve only had experience with one penis, one man. And, trust me, it has just never been something I’ve found any fondness for.”

“You sound like you’re talking about cashews or something.”

“I’m sure it sounds silly, and maybe I’m terribly unsophisticated, but it’s never been about the penis for me—I don’t enjoy it, I don’t think about it. It just is. Take it or leave it, only there happened to be one attached to the man I’m married to.”

Peyton shivered. Elena wrapped her arms about her, and her hand found Peyton’s. She touched the ornate blpenhe ornaue ring that Peyton’s mother had given to her.

“It’s beautiful. Whenever I see it, it just reminds me of you.”

“Does it?” Peyton slowly took the ring off, moving it from her finger, and took Elena’s hand, and gently pushed the exquisite sapphire onto the ring finger of Elena’s right hand.

“Peyton, you said your mother gave this to you.”

“She did. But I want you to have it.”

“I can’t.”

“Are you afraid you’d have to explain it?”

“No. It’s not that.” Elena knew she could easily say she had bought it for herself.

She was worried it was too precious for Peyton to part with. “It’s just it was from your mother and I don’t want you to regret—”

“If this reminds you of me…I want you to have it. Please. It will make me happy knowing when we can’t be together that I’m always a part of you.”

Elena turned to her then, gently pushed her to the mattress and slowly but very assuredly began to make love to Peyton again. Elena had found her way as a top and made love to Peyton now with such confidence and grace, beyond all expectation, taking Peyton in her arms, knowing her body now, devoted to pleasing every part of it, operating on instinct, loving her so tenderly, so exquisitely, so completely.