No Fantasy Required (4 page)

I hovered in space, the high temperature of the water heated my already electrified body hotter. It was near to unbearable. I tensed. Would it happen? Would I have the orgasm both Brian and Tauni worked so hard for me to have? The feeling stayed and didn’t slip away. It grew, long and slow and exquisite.

“Oh, soon.” My words were breathy. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Brian must have sensed I was close to the brink. His voice was soft in my ear. “Let it go, relax. I’m here with you, holding you, stroking you, loving you. I want to see you come. Come for me, Kelly, come hard.”

I opened my eyes and our gazes locked together. I wanted to see his face as he watched me come. And then the beautiful, swirling sensations built in me, stronger and more powerful. He faded away in my vision as my focus shifted to the wonderful feeling growing stronger.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it. “Almost. Oh, oh…here it is…” And my breath rushed out as release crashed around me. I heard my own voice let out a long, low moan as brilliant lights funneled down to a fine, piercing point, and then my explosive orgasm fractured out from the very core of me like shards of glass.

Brian held me tight, and Tauni kept licking, sucking and plunging her fingers into me. Waves rushed over me and kept rolling over and over. I didn’t want it to stop and clamped my legs shut, locking Tauni between them. The pulsing ebbed and then with another plunge of Tauni’s fingers and her lips sucking my clit, she sent me over the edge again. It was powerful and sweet at the same time and it continued a little longer. My body jerked with the pulses that seemed to last for ages before I came back from my kaleidoscope of fiery colors. My wonderful place of bliss. Brian’s arms held me tight and Tauni didn’t move, still locked between my thighs.

My breath was gone and slowly my tense muscles relaxed. I floated down under the water, next to Brian. My head fell against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, hugging me tight to him. A sigh of contentment blew softly from my lips and I reached out to Tauni, took her hand and tugged her to sit next to me.

I leaned against Brian and ran my fingers down his chest, resting my hand in his lap.

“Okay?” he asked me.

“Mmm. Just fine.” I was a woman contented.

I smiled at him and wrapped my fingers around his still hard cock and stroked him. Up and down. Tauni’s hands cupped my breasts and held them, her gentle touch tender and wonderful. She brought me down gently with her lips and hands.

I kissed across Brian’s chest, along his neck and nibbled the lobe of his ear, then whispered, “Now it’s your turn.”

I thought I was still asleep but my foggy state of mind couldn’t tell between sleep and hangover. My neck ached, I felt queasy and my heart was racing. Classic symptoms of a category seven hangover. The wonderful, delicious red wine always got me the next day. Clearly, I hadn’t drank enough water last night to help hydrate. I pushed the pillow under my sore neck and tried to snuggle into its downy softness.

Memories surged into my pained brain. It had been something altogether different. All sense of normalcy had floated up and away on the hot tub mist into the star-speckled sky.

I shivered at the memory of what I, we, had done and enjoyed. I had sex with another woman. Why did I shiver, what did it mean? My head hurt too much to think. I needed to take something and swallowed a couple of aspirin with some water I had by the bed. I tucked the pillow a little more, hoping to ease the ache. A little while longer in bed should fix the headache and the cozy comforter didn’t want to let me go so I burrowed down and snuggled up next to Brian, hoping for a couple more hours of sleep.

Brian spooned me from behind. He was close and his arms held me tight. I curled my fingers around his forearm and stroked his skin with my fingertips. In his sleep he pulled me closer and hugged me tight.

He was still with me. My eyes closed and I let sleep take me away.

* * * *

“I’m starved.” Brian held the newspaper in front of him. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

I rested my forehead against the window and it cooled my skin. Overnight it had snowed again, blanketing the ground in virgin white. All evidence of last night erased, a quiet secret hidden under the depth of cold. I hugged my arms around me, trying to keep the nerves at bay.

My gaze searched down the path to the main lodge. Who was I looking for? Tauni? Had it really happened or was it a wine-induced dream?

Brian hadn’t said a word about it. It confused me a little bit that he hadn’t broached the subject. If he didn’t bring it up then I knew I had to. Maybe that’s what he’s waiting for. I wondered if it would change things, would we be different as a couple?

“Hey there.” Brian’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Let’s go get some food.”

“I’m not sure. I don’t feel hungry.”

He had put aside his paper and came to me from behind. His arms circled my waist and pulled me against him. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, absorbing his strength.

“Come on.” He gave me a little jiggle.

He felt so good and so strong. I crossed my arms over his and took a deep breath.

“I think I know why you’re hesitant about breakfast,” he murmured against my neck.

I didn’t comment. I wanted to know what he was going to say. “You’re worried you will see Tauni.”

Both relief and anxiety invaded me. This meant we now had to deal with the events of last night. But mostly, I had to deal with it and figure out everything that went with it. But now wasn’t the time, and I decided to be like Scarlett O’Hara and think about it tomorrow. The confidence I felt last night seemed to fade in the light of day and lack of bravado-inducing wine.

Brian’s strong arms held me against him and I took the strength he gave to me, let it build me up and give me confidence to face the next steps.

Brian turned me around in his arms until I faced him.

I shyly looked up at him, feeling a lack of confidence with myself which unnerved me on its own and unsure of where our partnership now stood.

“I love you.” The intensity in his gaze moved me to my core. I sucked in a deep breath and felt relief. “Come on, you’ll feel better after you eat.”

The cold morning, like a dash of icy water, woke me up and cleared the cobwebs from my brain. The walk outside was refreshing and invigorating.

The contrast to the warmth of the breakfast room with a cheery fire burning in the hearth made me feel alive. The room faced the sunrise with a wall of windows, a clever choice to wake up all the sleepy heads and encourage them back on the slopes for the day. It also doubled as a lounge later in the afternoon and evening.

Stone walls gave the room a rustic feel, accentuated with area rugs scattered on the wooden plank floor, and plants hung from the ceiling fully enjoying the morning sun. Books stacked on the deep oak shelves gave a cozy ambience. Leather couches and wing chairs sat waiting for weary skiers to settle on them with drinks after a day on the slopes.

After a quick glance around the room, I pulled Brian behind me and wove through the tables to one next to the window. We were early enough to be the only ones in the restaurant. I wanted Brian all to myself, but I also needed time to digest my new emotions and feelings.

I wrapped my hands around the oversize coffee mug and inhaled the aroma. Brian’s gaze met mine over the rim of the cup and he winked at me. I smiled at him and sighed. I was sure it was going to be okay, but I still had a lot to think about. After taking a sip, I set the mug down.

“Would you mind if I spent a few hours at the spa this morning?”

Brian reached across the table and took my hand. “Of course not, you know you don’t have to ask. Take your time and enjoy yourself.”

He was such a wonderful man and I treasured every moment we shared together. Both of us, like many people, had pasts that had been challenging. A long-ago relationship had been a hard one for Brian. He had hit rock bottom emotionally and financially, and his rise had been an enlightened one. He had developed a very caring and non-judging nature he shared with those around him.

I considered him a highly evolved male and told him this frequently. He just smiled whenever I said it. His unique way of viewing things made it easy to learn from him, so unlike other men I had known. I had to wonder what kind of lesson would come out of this recent experience.

“What will you do while I’m at the spa?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe go to the sports bar and see what games are on, or ski for a few hours.”

I nodded. “You would enjoy that.” I paused for a moment, tried to think of what to say next. “Please don’t think I don’t want to be with you. I just need--”

“Kelly. Relax. It’s okay.” I knew he was trying to reassure me and felt comforted by it.

“I know. Okay. I just need some time to think.” I watched him intently, searching for something in his gaze. An indication of disappointment or disgust? Why couldn’t I think positively, that he could perhaps be happy about our adventure, pleased by the experience? Happy for me to experience something we had talked about for so long. Knowing him as I did, it surprised me I took the negative approach rather than the positive.

Our breakfast was wonderful and the eggs Benedict perfect. With our bellies full, we left the breakfast room and I kissed him. “See you in a few hours.”

“Go have fun.”

Only one massage appointment was available and I grabbed it. I should have realized booking ahead would have been a better idea. I had ninety minutes to look forward to under the skillful hands of Judy. She would be out shortly to collect me and whisk me away to the treat of an aromatherapy massage.

Speakers strategically placed around the room and hidden from view filled the air with wonderful, relaxing music. A sideboard next to the window groaned under the array of healthy delights and I poured myself a glass of water flavored with lemon and cucumber slices. A big, comfy chair next to the fireplace beckoned and I curled up in it wearing the spa robe and slippers I had changed into a short time ago.

As I sat surrounded by the tranquility of the spa I realized the nervousness in my tummy stemmed from another woman about to touch me. I was to relax, not be turned-on. God, I hoped not.

A woman came in and crossed the room. “Hi Kelly, I’m Judy.” She was an older woman with mature eyes, and a calm demeanor that instantly reassured me. A massage was just what I needed.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. I’m looking forward to it.”

She led me down a beautifully lit hall to a room at the end. The dim lights comforted and set a restful ambience. Low, soft music circled around me and wrapped us in its soothing tones. The gentle, strumming notes encouraged me to relax even further.

“Let’s choose an oil.” Judy had three different bottles. She took the lids off and had me smell them with my eyes closed. The first was spicy and sweet, the second musky and flowery and the last one citrusy. “Which one is for you?”

“The second one.”

“A good choice.” Judy described the combination of essential oils and their purpose. I had chosen one perfect for my current mood. The scents were calming, which would help me clear my head and think.

She helped me on the table. “Do you prefer being covered?”

I thought about it for a moment and decided to let her decide. “Whatever is best for a good massage.” I closed my eyes, waiting to be carried away into a world of mediation and thought.

Her fingers started with my toes, the scent of the oil worked its way up to my nostrils as her hand slid up my legs. The towel covering me slipped aside and I didn’t worry about it. I managed to get inside myself, relax, think, and meditate while my body was manipulated by her hands. I allowed my mind to wander where I hadn’t wanted it to earlier.

Last night came back in a powerful memory. I went through every touch, taste, and sensation in my mind. Arousal lurked just beyond my grasp and I wanted it to stay there, distant and promising.

Judy’s hands moved across my stomach and worked their way to my breasts.

Tauni’s hands had been different, passionate and demanding a response. Judy’s hands were caring and manipulating. She turned me over and tended to my shoulders. I relaxed more and went deeper into my thoughts.

I had always known, deep in my soul, a sexual experience with another woman would happen. I didn’t know when or how, but at some point in my life I would step on the path that led me to this destination. It had been wonderful and I enjoyed it immensely. It had felt right and I was fairly certain it wouldn’t be my last experience.

A long time ago when I was teenager, a girlfriend and I had touched each other. Tentative, exploring touches that led nowhere. But they piqued a curiosity in me I didn’t understand. A year or so later, my first sexual experience was with a boy while drunk at a party. He wanted to have sex and I refused, even drunk I held my ground. I remember lying on the bed while he touched me, poked and begged to “stick it in me.” No, I was firm on that. Then he was down between my legs, licking and sucking me. I had no idea what he was doing, but couldn’t and didn’t want to stop him. His fingers were in my pussy and I had lain there outside of myself. Curious and surprised at the feelings he rose up in me. I had pumped my hips against his mouth, not knowing why I was doing it. Then the most exquisite sensation burst through me. I had my first orgasm, and my last one until Brian. Except of course, with my own toys.

Sex had been a nuisance with other men, it wasn’t worth the effort and more times than not I had pretended to be asleep or found ways to not go to bed when they did, hoping they were asleep when I got there. I had been dissatisfied and worried. Was this all there was? Would I ever have a satisfying sexual relationship?

Then when Brian and I met, an instantaneous spark ignited between us. Not only that, we shared openness neither of us had experienced before. He teased me about being with another woman one day and how much he would love it. I found when we talked about it, I got excited. We both wanted to do it, but hadn’t found the nerve to actually go down that path. Now we had.