11. Stephanie

11

STEPHANIE

A s I waited for Ashlyn to arrive for our date, my mind buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. Her simple act of agreeing to a date, and the look in her eyes when she did it, had sent my thoughts into a whirlwind. I felt both excited and nervous about what the evening might bring.

I kept replaying the moment she said "yes" over and over again in my mind, each time feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach. There was something about her response that felt different, something that set Ashlyn apart from anyone else I had encountered. I generally prided myself on my organization and meticulous planning, but the prospect of a date with Ashlyn had thrown me off balance in the most unexpected way. Normally, I'd have mapped out every detail, from the venue to the activities—but with her, all my carefully laid plans seemed irrelevant.

I found myself Googling, reading blogs, and attempting to envision a perfect first date, but nothing seemed to capture what I truly desired, which was an unfiltered, uninterrupted moment of connection with Ashlyn. It was as if the simplicity of just being in her presence was all I needed to feel complete.

At the same time, my doubts had begun to creep in again. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if my attempts at simplicity fell short of her expectations? The fear of rejection loomed large in my mind, threatening to overshadow the budding excitement within me. But as I smoothed out the edges of a worn chequered blanket and felt the soft blades of spring grass beneath my fingertips, I realized that my heart had already made its decision. What could go wrong , I wondered, when the possibility of being with Ashlyn felt so right?

Questions danced in my mind as I waited for Ashlyn's arrival. I wondered how she would smile when she found me there. How she would react to my simple gesture of feeding her a strawberry. I wondered about the taste of melted ice cream on her fingers. But above all, I wondered about the possibility of Ashlyn kissing me again—of experiencing the electric connection that seemed to crackle in the air whenever our eyes met.

When I first caught sight of her, a rush of admiration washed over me. Ashlyn looked stunning, her outfit exuding an effortless charm and beauty that drew my gaze like a magnet. I couldn't help but appreciate the way the sunlight played off her features, casting a soft glow that highlighted her natural allure.

Her choice of attire, a combination of shorts, a tank top, and a light button-down sweater, seemed perfectly suited for the warm Texan weather, and it allowed her to move with ease and grace. Every detail, from the way Ashlyn's hair fell in loose waves to the subtle curve of her smile, only served to enhance her presence.

She drew nearer, and I couldn't help but stand to greet her, my heart fluttering with anticipation at the prospect of spending time with this beautiful woman. My own outfit, a light skirt and a simple button-down shirt, paled in comparison to Ashlyn's effortless elegance, but I felt a sense of comfort in its simplicity.

With a smile on my lips, I welcomed Ashlyn with open arms, feeling a surge of warmth and excitement at the thought of our upcoming date. As we settled onto the picnic blanket, a comfortable silence enveloped us, interrupted only by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. It felt strangely comforting to be in each other's presence. As if we had known each other for years, rather than for mere moments.

"So, Stephanie," Ashlyn began, her voice soft and inviting, "what's your favorite color?"

I couldn't help but smile at her simple question, and at the easy way she sought to connect with me. "I'd have to say blue," I replied, my gaze drifting to the sky above us, where wispy clouds painted delicate patterns against an azure expanse. "There's just something so calming about it, don't you think? Like the sky. The ocean."

"Like your eyes," Ashlyn responded simply as she looked into them. I knew I could lose myself in Ashlyn's eyes.

Ashlyn nodded thoughtfully as she looked up. "I can see that," she agreed, her voice filled with genuine interest. "For me, it's definitely

green. I love the way it represents growth and renewal, like endless possibilities stretching out before me."

Ashlyn's words resonated with me, stirring something deep within my soul. "That's beautiful," I murmured, feeling a kind of kinship as we shared our thoughts and dreams beneath the open sky. The conversation flowed effortlessly between us, so we delved deeper into each other's lives, sharing stories and secrets with an openness that felt both exhilarating and liberating. We talked about our most cherished memories, our wildest dreams, and the places we longed to explore.

"I've always wanted to travel to Italy," I confessed, my eyes alight with excitement at the thought of exploring its ancient ruins and sampling its delectable cuisine. "There's just something so enchanting about the culture and history there."

Ashlyn's face lit up with a smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Italy sounds amazing," she agreed, her voice tinged with excitement. "I've always been drawn to Japan myself. The vibrant culture, the breathtaking landscapes—it's like stepping into another world."

We laughed and joked together, our laughter mingling with the gentle breeze as we basked in the warmth of each other's company. With each passing moment, I felt myself growing closer to Ashlyn, feeling our connection deepen with every shared revelation and touch. The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, and I found myself lost in the moment, completely at ease in Ashlyn's presence.

With a playful smile, I reached into the picnic basket and began to unpack our makeshift feast, laying out the strawberries, ice cream, and drinks with care. The tantalizing aroma of freshly picked fruit filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of vanilla from the melting ice cream. I glanced up and caught Ashlyn's eye. A smile passed between us, sparking a warmth in my chest that I couldn't quite explain. It felt exhilarating to be sharing this moment with her, to be basking in the glow of her presence as we indulged in our simple feast.

"So, tell me, Ashlyn," I began, my voice soft with curiosity, "have you always had a sweet tooth, or is it just for special occasions like this?"

Ashlyn chuckled, her laughter like music to my ears as she reached for a strawberry, her fingers brushing against mine in the process. "I'll admit; I've always had a weakness for sweets," she confessed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But there's something about sharing them with someone special that makes them taste even better."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, a rush of warmth flooding my cheeks as I met her gaze. In that moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a sea of shared laughter and stolen glances. As we continued to chat and flirt, our conversation flowing effortlessly, I found myself drawn to Ashlyn in a way I had never experienced before. With each passing moment, our closeness grew. Our laughter mingled with the gentle breeze as we leaned closer to each other, our words and touches becoming increasingly intimate.

Lost in the magic of the moment, I reached for a spoonful of ice cream, offering it to Ashlyn with a playful grin. "Care to share?" I asked, my heart fluttering with anticipation as I awaited her response.

She met my gaze with a smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders and I just wanted to run my fingers through it. "I'd love to," she replied, her voice soft and full of promise. Our faces got closer until finally our spoons met in the middle, and we were sharing the sweet taste of ice cream and the warmth of our connection. The anticipation was killing me. The tension grew as the space between us narrowed. Finally, there was barely a breath of air separating our lips.

I couldn't resist the pull any longer. With a soft sigh, I leaned in, closing the gap as our lips met in a tender, electrifying kiss. It was as though time stood still, the world around us fading into oblivion as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment. The taste of ice cream lingered on our lips, mingling with a heady rush of desire.

Before I knew it, she was pushing me back until my back was on the blanket and she was on top of me again. I heard myself gasp in the pleasure of it. Feeling the weight of her body on top of my own was the most exquisite pleasure. I felt taken back immediately to the orgasm she had given me easily with her hand only days before.

Her right thigh moved between my own to part my legs and press tightly into me. I felt the invasion of it and I liked it. Ashlyn's face hovered above my own. Her hair falling down onto me. In the golden light of the setting sun her beauty was incomparable.

"Tonight, I'm going to take my time with you," she said, her green eyes glittering with desire. "I was impatient, the other day. But now, I want to worship your body with my mouth. I want to taste you." I felt a deep buzz running through my body in delicious anticipation. "Then I want to fuck you until you come and come and come again." I thought I might come there and then, just feeling her body pressing into mine and hearing her words.

But, I didn't.

I wanted her to take me like that so very badly. But, I was also so scared. It had been years since I had had sex. She turned me on so much and I was deep in desire, but what if my body didn't respond as I wanted it to?

"I.. I want to so badly." I said. "But, I have to be honest. It has been a very long time since I had sex. And I just don't know how I will be. But, I want to so very much."

She held my face in her hands and looked sincerely into my eyes. "Then I'll be as gentle as you need me to be. I'll go so slowly and at any time, if there is anything that you don't like or don't feel comfortable with, you just stop me. Ok?"

I nodded. "Ok," I breathed. "I trust you, Ashlyn," I said and she held me close and kissed me tenderly.

She moved down my body slowly and carefully removing my clothes until I lay naked beneath her. I thought I might feel more shy when she stripped my bra and panties from me, but I didn't. With her, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

She kissed me as she went. She ran her tongue over me. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world under her touch. Her tongue met my pussy and licked with long slow licks, teasing and exciting me with every stroke. I had no doubt she knew exactly what she was doing. I looked up a the vast sky above and relaxed and opened my legs to her. I knew I would let her take me in every way.

"I want to see you, too," I said, sitting up and pulling at her shirt. Last time Ashlyn had remained fully dressed and I had wished desperately that I had seen her body, wished I had had opportunity to touch her.

She smiled lazily and stripped slowly out of the denim shorts and loose shirt. Her body was exposed to me, beautiful in dark red silk underwear as she straddled my hips and sat astride me as though I was a wild horse she was taming.

"More," I murmured, mesmerized.

Ashlyn grinned. Her smile was dazzling. She was more attractive than anyone I could have imagined. She unfastened her bra and my eyes couldn't be dragged away from her breasts as they fell free. Small, firm, perfect breasts with small pink nipples that my mouth instinctively reached for.

The flat of her palm touched my chest as she pushed me back down.

"Not yet, sweetheart," she said and her voice was husky and sexier than ever. She stood up so that she could peel her way out of the dark red silk panties and I happily watched her. Her lithe athletic body stood above me silhouetted against the sun. I could see the dark of her pubic hair between her legs and I longed to bury my face there.

But, I knew she wanted to take me first and as much as I had worried, I knew I would be fine with it. She knelt between my legs and her fingers teased at my vulva, running through my wetness, threatening persistently to penetrate me.

"Are you ready, my darling," she whispered and I felt desperate to feel her inside me. I nodded and I felt her fingers pushing inside me. Deeply. Firmly. Perfectly.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "You feel so good."

Her fingers began to move in response, curling up, finding my G spot. Beginning to take a rhythm and move in and out as they began to fuck me.

I found my body responding for me with deep moans and quickened breathing. My legs parted further for her.

"More…" I gasped and she smiled again.

"Needy, sweet girl," she growled. She added another finger and fucked me harder than before and I liked every second of it.

I felt my body jolting as she fucked me. I wanted more. I wanted harder. I wanted to lose myself forever in this feeling of being fucked.

"Harder…" I murmured.

"Oh baby, I thought you would never ask," she responded and I felt suddenly more stretched by her, I felt like she was ramming herself into my body to take me completely and I wanted to go all the way there with her.

I felt my orgasm building deep inside me.

"I'm so close," I gasped.

There had been plenty of times with past lovers that my orgasm had been hard to reach- most likely down to my overthinking. That certainly wasn't the case with Ashlyn- far from it.

"Come for me, Baby, come for my fingers fucking you," she purred and her thumb pressed against my clitoris. The sound of her filthy words tipped me over the edge and my body exploded in climax in response. Pleasure radiated through every part of me.

I couldn't imagine anything ever being this good. Her fingers slid slowly out of me and she lay on top of me and kissed me tenderly.

"You are so beautiful," she said and I felt warmth flooding my body.

I felt her wetness against my thigh.

I moved my hand, my fingers seeking her out to give her pleasure in return.

"Your mouth, baby," she murmured. "Can I come in your mouth?"

"Yes," my response was eager, perhaps too quick and she raised an eyebrow. But, she didn't hesitate. She moved to straddle my face and I buried my face in her, my tongue working eagerly to please her, tasting the sweet muskiness of her, licking every part of her, losing myself in her wetness until she cried out and came hard on my tongue gripping a handful of my hair as she did.

"Fuck, Steph," she said as she relaxed her grip and moved off my face finally.

Mostly I don't let people call me Steph. But she did and I liked it.

It seemed as though there had never been a past and would be no future. Only the present mattered—the intoxicating thrill of being lost in each other's embrace.