Chapter 41

Tasha slowly surfaced from a deep, relaxed sleep. Yesterday had been long and tiring, but very productive. She felt confident that they could finish the move today. But right now it just felt good to stay cocooned in these sheets… Sheets that were touching the bare skin of her chest! Relief flooded in when she remembered that Sophia was sleeping in her own room.

What happened last night? We put Sophia to bed. Then we got into bed. I think our clothes were on. Then Megan started giving me a back rub. Then my shirt came off. I can’tremember much after that. Ummm… Tasha reached down to check. I still have panties on, so we probably didn’t do anything too crazy.

She could hear Megan gently snoring next to her. Well, it’s definitely been a very long time since I woke up like this with another person in my bed. Tasha rolled over and studied the back of Megan’s head. She could see Megan’s natural red hair, intermingled with a few grays, peeking out from underneath the waves of purple.

Mmm, I’m good with this. Damn, she looks good. Of course, the moment she thought that, Megan farted in her sleep. Yep, still good with this.

Tasha lay there for a few minutes, just enjoying the peaceful morning. Eventually, though, she got curious. Tasha shuffled closer to Megan and reached over, gently touching Megan’s shoulder blades. Feeling no shirt there, her fingertips traced downwards.

Okay, panties are there. Did I take off her shirt? Did she? She has a really nice ass.

Megan grunted and Tasha quickly pulled her hand away. Please say she didn’t feel me grabbing her ass.

“Tasha,” Megan mumbled, “were you just feeling my ass?”

“Um. I was just checking to see if you were still wearing anything.”

“Uh huh…”

I hope that she’s okay with that. “And, um, you are, so that’s good.”

“Uh huh…”

Is it a bad sign that she hasn’t turned over? Does she sound amused? I should probably stop talking. Why can’t I stop talking?

“I woke up without my shirt and then I made sure that I still had panties on.”

“Uh huh…”

She definitely sounds amused now.

“And then I found out that you didn’t have a shirt on, and um…”

“Uh huh…”

Did she just giggle?

“I couldn’t remember anything after you took my shirt off and rubbed my back, and I wanted to make sure that we didn’t… you know… do stuff.”

“So, you were feeling my ass while I was asleep because you were worried that I took advantage of you in your sleep?”

She’s not really angry, right? Because I’m not sure.

“Um, when you put it like that, it sounds really bad.”

“Uh huh…”

I’m pretty sure that she’s smiling. She needs to roll over because I can’t tell. Why can’t I stop talking?

“I didn’t mean… um, I’m sorry that I was feeling your ass.”

“So, you didn’t like feeling my ass?”

“No! Your ass is amazing! I, uh?—”

“Are you really sorry about feeling my ass, then?”

She’s definitely teasing me now. Oh, Goddess, I really want to feel her ass again, too.

“Kinda? I mean, I guess that I’m sorry about not asking you if I could feel your incredible ass first. I definitely should have asked first, but you were asleep, and I was worried that…”

“Tasha?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to feel my ass again?”

“...yes?”

“You have my permission to feel my ass.”

Yes!

“Oh, goody! Um, Megan? Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

Definitely the best butt that I have ever laid my hands on.

“Well, you fell asleep while I was rubbing your back, so I couldn’t put your shirt back on. And then it felt weird that I had a shirt on and you didn’t and even though you were asleep, I just thought it was only fair that I sleep like this.”

“Did you like it?”

Megan paused. “Yeah, I did. Um, Tasha? Hands outside of my underwear.”

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

“I’m glad that my ass is that enticing. Tasha?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I snuggle back against you?”

“Um, sure.”

“Mmmm, that feels… different. But really good. I’m sorry about teasing you.”

“No, you’re not.”

Tasha heard Megan’s giggle, but she also felt it as Megan’s back shuddered against her nipples, sending a whole new wave of sensations through Tasha’s body.

There was an unmistakable tone of mischief in Megan’s voice when she answered, “No, I’m not really sorry.”

“You know that we can’t stay like this all day, right?”

Tasha felt Megan reach back and take her hand and place it onto her stomach. “I know that we can’t. But I just want you to hold me like this for a few minutes, okay?”

A few minutes. Forever. Whatever you want. Please tell me you want that, too.

“I can do that. Megan?”

“Yes?”

“This is us now, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“We took this huge, crazy step and we’re not going back? I’m not the rebound girl, right?”

“No, we’re not going back. I mean, I guess technically you’re the rebound girl, but you’re not a rebound. Are you okay?”

“Sorry, I’m having a bit of an anxiety attack. I’m just incredibly happy and I haven’t felt like this since I can’t remember when and now I’m terrified that you’ll leave me and it’s stupid and…”

Megan rolled over to face her. “Tasha, it’s normal to be anxious. Trust me, of all people, I get that. I have similar worries and I’m still working to wrap my head around the idea of being in love with another woman, but that’s the thing. I love you and I’m not going anywhere. Sophia loves you, too, ‘Mama Tasha.’ So, yeah… We aren’t going anywhere.”

Tasha felt her anxiety subside and she gently kissed Megan. “I love you, too, Megan.”