I woke up coming. I was first roused by a quivering in my thighs. Then came the awareness of a tingling in my nipples. The quivering rose and the tingling conducted down, meeting in the middle and making me explode on contact. The still-sleeping Virginia started to stir, her senses reviving almost in time with the receding moments of my orgasm. It took another minute or two for her to be fully conscious of her mouth's enduring adhesion to my breast like a nursing newborn.
"Whoa. Did I...? Did I just...?"
"Good morning, angel! That's a doozy of a wake-up service you're running!"
Virginia blushed, mildly. "Oh. I hope that's okay. I was having the most wonderful dream."
"It's better than okay! Not everyone has a girl so good, she can literally make girls come in her sleep!"
"I just wouldn't ever do that if I was awake and you weren't."
"Honey-bun...you can do whatever you want with me, whenever. I trust you."
Virginia inhaled an ebullient breath and burrowed her face in my cleavage. Her cuddles quickly turned to kisses and she pecked her way down my chest and belly, pausing above my pubic hair to waft in my scent.
"I love how you smell after you've just come," she said, guiding my hips to roll me from my side to my back. Virginia gazed into my vagina and purred, "Good morning, beauty."
I wove my fingers together behind my head while Virginia mashed her lips against my pussy, before crying out, "Good Goddess, you taste amazing!"
She plunged her darling face back in, making adorable little yummy sounds. After a short while, I said, "Save some of that appetite for breakfast."
"I've got the breakfast of champions right here."
"You little charmer," I chuckled.
Virginia fixed her sleepy eyes on mine and didn't let up on my clitoris until she brought me to climax twice more. Her tongue lingered in my labia long after my second coming, until she spied a comfy spot next to me and quickly crawled up to nestle her shoulder under my arm and lie her head on my bosom.
"I would be the most contented woman if we started every day like that."
"Mmm...me too," Virginia concurred.
"Psyched about today?"
"Pretty much."
"That's all? What happened to my gung-ho girl?"
"It just feels weird to not be going to church today."
"Oh. Well, you know...we don't have to be at the theater until noon, and there's a sweet little UU congregation in Bridgehampton...would you like me to take you there?"
Virginia looked up at me and nodded.
"Great! I'll put on my Sunday best."
"You sure you don't mind? I know you're not super religious."
"Oh, I'm VERY religious. You've shown me heaven so many times, how could I not be?"
"You're silly," Virginia giggled.
"Really, though, I'm more religious than I seem. I'm into goddess worship."
"So am I," teased Virginia, stroking my soft tummy.
"I'm not THAT kind of goddess, ya goof!"
"You're sure about that?"
With all the celestial stuff that had been happening to me lately, I couldn't confidently answer that, in all honesty.
"Shall we shower first or should I start breakfast?"
"Mmm...stay." Virginia snuggled further into me.
"Angel, you know I'd love to be in bed with you all day long, but..."
"Stay...then shower. We don't know when we'll get to wake up together like this again."
"Smart girl." We cuddled in silence for another five or ten minutes before I had to bodily drag my protesting pre-teen into the bathroom. Virginia grumpily joined me in the shower and she started to perk up as soon as the water hit her freckled skin. The stimulating spray made my thrice-orgasmic self feel ready for a dozen more, and I longed for a true vacation together where we could simply do nothing but satisfy each other's wanton whims round-the clock. This was helped in no way by my inability to keep my eyes off the delightful droplets dancing down Virginia's yet-to-be matured figure.
She glanced back at me over her svelte shoulder and said, "Enjoying the view?"
"So much."
"Wash my back?"
I lathered up my loofa and reached down to scrub from her shoulder blades right on down to her Venusian dimples. The suds casually sliding down Virginia's back and over her rounded glutes put me in a trance, causing me to sink to my knees and eventually had me sitting cross-legged on the floor of the tub. I continued to wash her legs and feet when my face found itself hypnotically drawn to her firm buttocks. My puckered lips met her puckered anus and pushed into her for a prolonged kiss. No tongue, just smooching lips and insistent head waggling. This had Virginia coming within mere seconds, and she slapped her palms firmly against the tile to keep from falling.
I concluded my climactic canoodling with a noisy, dramatic "Mmmmwaaaah!" I snapped my head back to admire Virginia's pleasureful trembling and was delighted to discover her asshole dilating and contracting in tempo with her labored breathing. Never being one to turn down an open invitation, I took a few seconds to master the meter of her vacillating expansion, and then dunked my tongue in at the very next opportunity. Virginia reacted as if I had just shoved a live power cable up her butt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...FUCK!" Virginia quavered.
"My goodness, you're so volatile this morning!" I remarked, appreciatively.
"Nerves, I guess. Hand me the shampoo?"
I passed her the bottle and started lightly scratching the backs of her thighs. "Aww...I was hoping it's because I make you so overwhelmingly randy."
"Well...duh. I'm epically wet, you just can't tell." She fully bent over to work the shampoo through her long, red hair, and her vagina opened before me like a blooming buttercup.
"Will you look at that?" I slinked my awestruck tongue all the way into her.
"...oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." Virginia groaned. She remained doubled over while letting me tarry in her treasured twat. After a short stretch, she said, "I really need to shake up my sexual vocabulary."
I reeled in my tongue to reply, "Fuck is a perfectly fine word. And it sounds so cute coming from your wholesome, young mouth."
I absorbed the sight of Virginia's inverted cardinal locks swirling like a whirlpool prior to dipping my tongue back in to her pussy and reaching forward to flick her nipples. To our collective surprise, she straight away splattered me with screams and sex sauce.
"WOW!!" I exclaimed, after being sprayed for more than twenty seconds at least. "I'd better be mindful of how affectionate I am with you in public today if every little thing is setting you off like this."
Virginia turned around to plant a kiss on my mouth. "You just keep giving me different types of orgasms; external anal, internal anal, internal vaginal...I won't be satisfied until I have them all..."
"Gotta love a girl who knows what she wants. Hmm...seems that something's missing..." I swiftly stood up and detached the shower nozzle while scooping up Virginia around the waist and perching her on my lap in the corner ledge of the tub.
"Hey, I was only kidding!" she feebly objected.
I said nothing and adjusted the shower head to emit one powerful, concentrated stream aimed directly at Virginia's clit. I held her close to my chest and she clung to my arm as if she were riding a rollercoaster. The water's tenacious hammering at her magic button made her mewl and moan, her winsome whining magnifying into brassy baying, fingernails digging deeper and deeper into my flesh. I kept a firm grip on her fully agitating body in advance of igniting her most forceful orgasm of the day. With each joyful jolt, it looked like Virginia's legs were trying to fly off on their own. At one point, she had so much thrust her legs were actually perpendicular to the ceiling. If I hadn't been holding her, she would have ended up in orbit.
I craned my neck around to watch Virginia's face as she came down from glory. At first I took her residual shaking to be her final moments of bliss, but I soon realized she was, in fact, weeping.
"You okay?"
Virginia nodded. I set down the shower nozzle and cradled her with both arms. Her crying only intensified.
"You're sure?"
"I'm just...having a moment." Virginia turned to face me point-blank. "I love you."
"And I love you! Oh, my goodness, what's this all about?"
"I just never want to stop feeling this way. You always know precisely how to make me feel good."
"Ah! Never played around with your sprayer before, huh?"
"No, you big sillyhead! I mean, yeah...I've tried but it's so much hotter when you do it. But I'm talking about something more significant...we've given each other multiple orgasms this morning without having had any caffeine whatsoever. I'm useless before my first sip of coffee! You make me a better me."
I laid my angel's head against my breast and rocked her for an eternity. Virginia kept her faraway stare trained on the shower head.
"My mom is gonna be so pissed at me."
"Why, my love?"
"I'll be taking WAY longer showers from now on."
I turned her head towards me until the tips of our noses met. "I wish I could be there for every orgasm in your whole entire life."
"Oh, Giselle..." Virginia's face melded with mine and we tongue-kissed for a few minutes until I felt her starting to shiver. Thinking she was cold, I briskly rubbed my hands all over her, but when she hung on to me desperately, I realized she was having a fifth orgasm.
"Damn, girl! Trying to set a World's Record?"
"Nerves. And your infinite hotness."
"You have nothing to be nervous about. You're a rockstar."
We finished rinsing off and then toweled each other dry. I left Virginia to blow-dry her hair while I went down to put on some coffee and throw together a batch of fresh blueberry muffins. When I came back upstairs to get dressed, I caught Virginia snapping a photo of my shower nozzle with her iPhone.
"Instagramming our sex life, are we?"
"I wish. Just a little reminder for my Amazon wishlist."
"Coffee's ready," I smiled.
I turned towards my bedroom when Virginia nabbed my hand to stop me. "Stay naked with me a while, okay?"
We went downstairs hand-in-hand and enjoyed our breakfast of coffee and warm muffins with butter. Once we finished, I ran an iron over the white dress Virginia arrived in to give her something presentable to wear to church. For myself, I picked out a simple blue and white Calvin Klein number that was probably too fancy but was the least over-the-top choice out of my limited country house wardrobe.
I emerged from my walk-in closet and the sight of me halted Virginia dead in the middle of rushing to collect her things.
"Too dressy?"
"You're out of my league," she sighed.
I giggled. "Can we go barefoot?"
"It's a UU congregation. We could probably go topless."
"My kind of religion," I said, sauntering over to my young sweetie. I bent down to taste Virginia's tender lips for what might be the last time in a long while, since her mother will likely take her straight home after the competition. "No wonder you're so devout."
"My faith lets me be who I truly am. Everyone should have that."
"Amen, sister." One more kiss and then we were off.
We made it to church in time for the worship service and listened to the female minister's wonderful sermon about positivity, compassion, and finding your happiness. Virginia leaned her head against me the whole time, and I could feel her mental state re-center itself and grow more peaceful. I was so grateful we came to hear these gentle, inspiring words; I couldn't have given her a better pep talk for the day ahead.
After worship, we drove to the theater, and Virginia promptly changed and joined her group for the hip-hop number. While I was watching a contemporary routine in the auditorium waiting for Virginia to take the stage, a familiar pair of small, soft hands covered my eyes from behind.
"Boo!"
I turned around to confront one of the most beguiling grins in modern history.
"Emma!! What are you doing here??"
The perky brunette raised a finger to her lips. "Shhh! I'm one of the guest judges for the final. Popped in for a sneak peek and found your fine self sitting here."
"I haven't seen you in ages, cutie-pie! How are things? How's Tate?"
"You can ask her yourself, she's here too."
"You gals are inseparable."
"Thanks to you," Emma said, with a wink.
My phone abruptly buzzed with a text message from Virginia's mom.
"Ah, fiddlesticks! I'm sorry, dollface, it's my student's mother..."
"No worries! Let's catch up soon!"
"Definitely!" We gave each other a friendly kiss, and Emma vanished as quickly as she had appeared. I texted back with my whereabouts and Aisling found me in the theater a couple of minutes later.
"Am I late?"
We kissed each other's cheeks. As pleasant as all these kisses from beautiful women were, I really needed them to stop since all they made me want to do was run backstage and violate Virginia.
"Perfectly on time! Virginia's group is next. She's been doing so incredibly well, I'm beyond proud of her."
"Look at you, all dolled up!" Aisling's lilt will be the end of me.
"Oh...yeah, we went to church this morning."
"That's my little goody no-shoes."
DID SHE JUST CALL HER DAUGHTER "GOODY NO-SHOES"???
Aisling's eyes trailed down to my absent footwear and observed, "No wonder you two get on so well."
Thank Goddess the hip-hop group was called to the stage forthwith before I burst out with declarations of my undying love for Virginia to her mother. Our applause suddenly shifted to hoots of laughter and delight when Aisling and I saw that Virginia had tousled her already wild red hair to look especially kooky for this performance. The intro to "Bonkers" played and the ten kids on stage came alive. Virginia danced even better than she did in practice, nailing all the choreography and crushing the freestyle section, which frankly took me by complete surprise. Two other girls did just as well as she, in my perception, so I was marginally concerned she wouldn't move on to the finals, but I couldn't have been more impressed with what she accomplished. The routine roused a standing ovation in the spectators, and I took the opportunity to scooch past Aisling out of the row.
"I'd better go try to tame that mane in case she's chosen for the finals."
"Do you think she has a chance?"
"Definitely."
Aisling looked excited and I took a shortcut backstage while the last bunch of kids came out for the final group number. I found a beaming Virginia chattering among her equally animated teammates.
"There's my b-girl!"
"Giselle!" We gave each other a double high-five and held hands afterwards. "That was so much fun! Did my mom make it?"
"Just in the nick of time. She so thrilled for you...and we love what you've done with your hair!" Virginia laughed as I leaned into her ear. "If you wanted to look like you just had the fuck of your life, you could have just asked me."
"All in good time."
I released one of Virginia's hands to try and domesticate some particularly errant strands. "Shall we fix you up for your solo?"
"Let's not jinx it. Sit with me while we wait for them to post the results?"
"Of course!"
Virginia led me by the hand into the dressing room. We had the place to ourselves since all the other girls were buzzing around elsewhere with nervous excitement. We sat in serene silence, eyes closed and holding hands, meditating and praying for Goddess knows how long.
Then we heard a commotion outside. Virginia looked up at me and I kissed her forehead. We rose to leave the room together, and I paused in the doorway to let Virginia venture on into the cluster of kids clamoring to get a peek at the list of finalists on the wall. Most kids came away from the wall in disappointment, a few were crying, and fewer still with shrieks of victory. Virginia navigated the crowd with ease, her tranquil spirit parting the sea of children, mapping an unimpeded path to her destiny. She stood staring up at the outcome for an excruciating amount of time, and I watched the rise and fall of her shoulders as she took several deep breaths. Finally, she turned to me wearing a small smile and gave me an even tinier nod of the head.
For all her imperturbability, I was proportionally weepy and freaking the fuck out. I was a flailing mess as Virginia glided effortlessly into my waiting arms. I held her for such a long time before she said, "Mmm...you smell really good." Her temperate breathing reminded me of how relaxed she was right after the first time she kissed me. I have such an admiration for the complete equanimity she possesses just before getting what she wants most.
Virginia continued embracing my waist as she raised her head to look at me. She didn't need to speak a word to convey how much gratitude she was feeling.
"Come on, beautiful," I said, stroking her cheek with the backs of my fingers. "Let's get you ready." And with our arms around each other, we returned to the dressing room.
Two other girls were in the room working on their make-up, and a third girl with headphones sat on the floor in her own little world getting into the zone. I spent some time brushing out Virginia's tangled titian tresses while she was lost in thought with her lingering smile of accomplishment.
"Do you think I will win?" she said, finally, after the make-up girls left the room.
"No question. I slept with all the judges."
Virginia snorted her amusement.
"Well...one of them, at least." I confessed.
Virginia's eyes were suddenly ablaze. "Wait...you're serious! How could you??"
"It was over a year ago, but keep that red-blooded fury for your routine!"
Virginia simmered down a little.
"Ooo, you're so cute when you're angry!" I continued. "Gets me all hot and bothered, you look like you're ready to tear out of here and fight for me."
"I would totally fight for you," Virginia grumbled, folding her arms.
"I should have answered you seriously, though, I'm sorry. You know how I love to tease and provoke."
Her demeanor softened further. "You challenge me, that's one of the things I love most about you."
I swiveled Virginia's chair so I could look her in the eye. "Of course I think you can win."
"Oh, I know I can. But, will I?"
I took a step back and appraised the calm, confident ten year-old. "Yes," I answered, in all earnestness. "You're perfection."
Headphones girl stood up and walked out the door, and Virginia instantly sprang up to steal a smooch. In mid-kiss, we heard an astonished "Omigosh!" and we turned to see a blonde pre-teen with dazzling blue eyes staring starstruck at Virginia.
The girl walked right up to her and said, "You...are...so...lucky! I'm secretly in love with my dance instructor too, but I'm too frightened to do anything about it."
"You should! Who could resist? You're stunning!" Virginia said, with surprising aplomb.
"Thanks...I know I'm pretty, but..."
"Stunning," Virginia repeated.
"...I'm awkward."
"You're genuine, not awkward. Just be yourself and stay determined. You'll get everything you want."
"Is that how you got...this celestial being?" Mystery Girl shaded her eyes as she tried looking up at me. ""Like, I literally can't look directly at you, it's like staring into the sun!"
"You're...hilarious. Try to play it cool, but always be direct. And keep that sense of humor...the right moment will come." Virginia put her arms around my waist. "That's what I did, and I've never been happier."
"Wow...I've been feeling so hopeless, but then I see you two and...I didn't come in to spy on you, I swear, I'm not some creeper...I'm Evie, by the way...I didn't make the finals, but I wanted to find you to wish you luck and tell you..." Evie started holding back tears. "...you're breathtaking. The way you move is so miraculous. Oh, God, I am hardcore fangirling, how embarrassing..."
Virginia caught both of Evie's gesticulating hands and looked her square in the eye. "Thank you. That means the world to me."
Evie returned Virginia's gaze, nodded, gave her hands a squeeze, and turned to leave.
"Good luck to you too!" Virginia added.
Evie stopped short at the door. "But I'm not...oh, you mean..." Her shoulders slumped and her face fell, looking defeated and nauseated. She tried to exit, but Virginia trotted over to her.
"Evie, wait..." Virginia snagged Evie's phone out of the front pocket of her overalls and started tapping at it. "Here's my Snapchat. Hit me up and let me know how it's going, 'kay? Don't lose hope."
Virginia replaced Evie's phone as they shared meaningful eye contact. Evie then pulled Virginia into an indebted hug before departing. Virginia turned back to me, saw my face and said, "What?" I must have looked like the proudest mama bear imaginable.
I held her dainty face between my hands. "My noble, prepubescent, Sapphic sage."
"Just lezzing it forward," Virginia shrugged.
We sneaked in another kiss before any further interruptions and went back to grooming Virginia for her routine.
Waiting in the wings for Virginia's turn on stage, we watched the other kids repeat their solos from yesterday in front of guest judges Emma and Tate. Well, mostly just Virginia was watching the dancers and I was admiring how scrumptious she looked in her little red cape and bare feet.
I bent down to her and whispered, "You are so fucking cute, I could just eat you with a spoon."
Virginia blushed and exhaled sharply. "Now that you've gotten me well-lubricated, any last words of wisdom?"
"Have the best time out there, angel. You got this."
Cheering and clapping for the preceding competitor signaled Virginia to take her mark. She stood facing me, just out of sight of the spectators, waiting for her name to be called and smiling at me like the purest of seraphs.
I mouthed "I love you" to my sweet student, inspiring an even broader grin and an extra bounce in her step when she skipped out on stage, underscored by the applause following her introduction. I wolf whistled right when she hit center stage, once again cuing the music, and then fleetly snuck back in to the auditorium to watch Virginia from the front row.
As impeccable as her performance was yesterday, Virginia's effort today was otherworldly. That fangirl Evie said it best: she is nothing short of a miracle. Virginia had inadvertently galvanized quite the fanbase in the past 24 hours, for she had people up on their feet throughout her dance, whooping and hollering and egging her on to an even more electrifying spectacle than anticipated.
It came to a point about halfway through the piece when my experience became so spine-tingling that all my memories of the next several minutes exist only as mere snapshots:
Virginia's elation at exceeding her own expectations.
The kids returning to the stage to await the results.
Emma and Tate tallying their scores with those of the other judges.
Aisling's loving, anxious expression.
The girls on stage, huddled together holding hands.
A startling flash from the future of Virginia and me horseback riding...naked.
I snapped back to the present when I heard Virginia being declared the winner, and she came flying off the stage into my arms, attaching herself to me like the cutest little Alien facehugger you ever did see. We spun round and round, laughing and crying and babbling incoherently, yet understanding one another completely. After I set her down, she took me by the hand and ran me over to her mother where we all shared a three-way hug.
"Cheers to you, Ginger," Aisling said. "It goes without saying that you did brilliantly. Both of you."
"Thanks, mom!"
I patted my heart in appreciation, still too emotional to utter words.
"What shall we do to celebrate?" Aisling offered. "You name it."
"Anything?" Virginia glanced up me with a sly smirk, clearly sensing an opportunity.
"Anything at all."
Virginia did not hesitate. "I want to go to Giselle's every day after school. Please, mom? She's my best friend in the whole world, I love her so much! Please let me see Giselle everyday?"
Neither Aisling nor I expected that in a million years.
"I...was thinking of a nice dinner, but...as long as it's alright with Giselle..."
Virginia whirled to face me with an expectant expression that made her look younger and more fragile than ever I'd seen her.
"You'll get your homework done first thing, yes?"
"Promise!"
My eyes flashed briefly up to Aisling, who was smiling sagaciously at her daughter. She caught my gaze long enough to give me a trusting nod.
"How can I say no to my bestie?"
Virginia threw her arms around me and squeezed as if she'd never let go. When she did finally loosen her grip, she turned back to her mom and said, "Umm...can we still go to dinner? I'm starving!"
Aisling laughed. "Of course, darling. I will need to get back to the hospital right after..."
Virginia scowled.
"...but there's no need for you to rush back, if Giselle is willing to bring you home later tonight."
"Yay!" Virginia hopped up to give Aisling a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, mom, you're the best!" Then she spotted someone and scurried away. "Hey, Evie!"
Aisling and I watched Evie introducing Virginia to her...mom? Or her dance teacher? Whoever she was, she was smokin' hot.
"Someday, Giselle, you will have to teach me whatever magic you do that makes Virginia come alive so."
WHOA. I am not touching that one. "Your guess is as good as mine. It's a mystery..."
"Well, whatever it may be, keep it up."
Aaaaaaaaand for my next trick...a total subject change! "Say, does Virginia like horses?"
"I'll say! She goes riding almost every weekend."
"Huh. Fancy that."
We found a dear little café d had an early dinner before Aisling had to head back in for work. Virginia and I went back to the cottage to lie about on the back patio and wait for the sunset. Virginia lounged topless on the outdoor loveseat with her bare legs in my lap. I sat in lotus position, only in my panties, rubbing Virginia's tired feet. As I glided my slippery fingers over her rough heels, up her tender arches, to her teensy toes, I marveled at how such petite, precious paws could produce so many powerful leaps and pirouettes. I was mooning over the contrast between the redness of the balls and heels of her feet and the pale skin everywhere else when Virginia's amused expression pulled my focus.
"Get a room, you three!"
I simply blushed and nibbled my lip, turning my attention back to my sensual massaging. Virginia idled her head back over the armrest, allowing her hair to flow to the ground. Her arched back put all her marvelous muscle tone on full display, making me feel so graced that this absolute angel has fallen so head-over-heels in love with me.
"I can't understand why you don't live out here full-time," Virginia mused. "Everything about this place is so you."
"I love the city too much. Plus, I'd get lonely."
Virginia repositioned herself to look into my face. "Have you ever considered moving out here with someone? Like your honey? Or...me?"
"You...want to live with me??"
Virginia permitted a huge grin to appropriate her face, the kind she gets when she knows she has me, body and soul. "Yes...when I'm old enough."
You could have seen my heart beating from orbit. I stared at her just long enough to convince myself that she wasn't going to go anything foolish that I couldn't say no to, like propose, so I cast my eyes back down to her feet, swallowed the love lump in my throat and said, softly, "I would love that."
Virginia resumed her full-body repose. "Demure Giselle is my favorite Giselle."
I waited for my gooseflesh to subside before admitting, "I did live here for a whole summer once...with someone."
Virginia gasped and her excited head snapped back up, flipping her hair forward across her bare chest. "With a lover??"
"No...I mean...sorta-kinda."
Virginia sprang upright. "Oooo! Sounds like there's a good story here!"
"There is..." I blushed.
Virginia clapped like a toddler. "Tell me a story! I love your stories..."
"Okay, this one requires some set up..."
"Is there a sexy part? I hope there's a sexy part."
"Yes, doll, there is a sexy part."
Virginia settled in for storytime, and I began, "Once upon a time, there was a young ballerina..."
"How young?"
"...about eleven. She was tall for her age..."
"How tall?"
"...around five foot five..."
"Wow!"
"...she was tall, skinny, and very blonde..."
"Wait...is this you? You were BLONDE??"
"I'm naturally blonde."
Mind. Blown.
"You couldn't think my hair is naturally black and purple, now, could you?" I teased.
"No, but...I'M SUCH AN IDIOT. How did it never dawn on me that's why you have a blonde pussy??" She took a moment to process. "Okay...continue..."
"One day, a new girl moved to town and joined the ballet studio. She was older, and yet she was the cutest little, itsy-bitsiest, tastiest young lady the ballerina had ever seen. And also very blonde. Now, even though the ballerina was younger and taller, and the new girl was older and smaller, they had so much in common and were instant best friends..."
"You're such a good storyteller..."
"...but the ballerina had a secret that wasn't really a secret to anyone who was paying attention: she was desperately in love with her new best friend from the very moment they met..."
"Aww!"
"The trouble was...the older girl always had a boyfriend..."
Virginia booed and gave a double thumbs-down.
"...and the ballerina, no matter how in love she was, would never come between two people be they destined to last a week, a month, a year, or a lifetime..."
"What a virtuous ballerina!" Virginia swooned.
"...a couple of years go by, and the ballerina's best friend became pregnant..."
"Is Chelsea the best friend??"
"...and for the first time since they've known each other, the older girl...Chelsea..."
"I knew it!"
"...no longer had a boyfriend."
"That rat! He left when she got pregnant?"
I shook my head. "She ended it with him. Chelsea wanted her child but didn't feel it was fair to oblige themselves to each other when it wasn't meant to be."
"So you were finally free to be together! Was she your first?"
"Patience, my love. The ballerina had already had her first wild, passionate, whirlwind romance with a girl named Ivy, and was dating her first real girlfriend, a college gal named Marisa, by the time Chelsea told her she was pregnant. The ballerina was her only friend who didn't judge her for deciding to keep the baby. Chelsea lost all her other friends and even her father disapproved..."
"Oh, no! You didn't tell me there would be sad parts..."
"Chelsea's mother, however, supported her choice..."
"Oh, good!"
"...and it tore her marriage apart."
Virginia covered her ears and cried, "Too sad!"
"There are always sad bits in fairy stories, princess, but remember...the sexy part is still to come!"
"Oh, yeah...I forgot. Carry on..."
"Chelsea and her mom had nowhere to go, so at seven months pregnant, the ballerina moved them in here and stayed to help take care of them."
"I'm so glad we're best friends. You're like the bestest best friend ever."
"Chelsea's due date came...and passed. A week went by...no baby. Another week...still no baby. By this time, Chelsea was so depressed and anxious, and the ballerina did everything she could to lift her spirits. One evening, they were relaxing in this very spot, and the ballerina was massaging Chelsea's feet just like we're doing..."
"Lucky Chelsea!" Virginia smiled.
"...and they were talking about how the ballerina was breaking up with her girlfriend because the long-distance thing wasn't working out, and the distracted ballerina kneaded her way up Chelsea's ankle like this..."
"Hold on...how tall were you at this point?"
"You're obsessed with how tall I am, aren't you?"
Virginia nodded.
"I was five-seven."
"So hot! And Chelsea?"
"Always five foot one from the day we met. Still adorably tiny despite being extremely pregnant."
"Ahhhhhh! Cuteness!"
"...and the ballerina continued on up Chelsea's leg...like so...until she reached her thigh...and the ballerina noticed a change in Chelsea's breathing...much like how you're breathing...and she heard Chelsea's leisurely moaning...yes, like that...and she asked Chelsea if she was okay...and she said that no one had touched her that way in a very long time...and the ballerina said this was only supposed to be a pleasant massage and she would stop if Chelsea was uncomfortable...and Chelsea said, 'Actually, I lied. No one has ever touched me this way and I've never been more comfortable...'"
Virginia squealed, "I'm gonna melt!"
"...and the ballerina's hands crept further and further under Chelsea's nightgown..."
Virginia wiggled her way out of her denim shorts.
"...and the best friends sat side-by-side, eye-to-eye, woman-to-woman..." I slid my hand between Virginia's legs. "...heart-to-heart. And the ballerina helped Chelsea find her happiness once..."
My four fingers moved as one in a soothing rotation for a minute or so until Virginia delivered a gentle orgasm into my hand.
"...twice..."
My middle finger made haste on Virginia's clitoris and she popped off again only a few seconds later.
Virginia caught her breath and asked, "...three times a lady?"
"You get the idea."
"Did they ever kiss?"
"Only after the ballerina made Chelsea happy for the third time."
"Hmm...I'm not quite getting the picture..."
I slinked down to my knees and planted my face between Virginia's warm thighs, licking languorously. After a short while, she came in my mouth just as blithely as Chelsea had all those years ago. Once Virginia shuddered her last, she reached down to take my head in her hands, pulling my smiling lips to hers and pressing them together. Our tongues danced as I reclaimed my place next to Virginia.
"You must have heard this story before. That's precisely how Chelsea kissed the ballerina."
"Makes perfect sense. If I was nine months pregnant, I would miss seeing your gorgeous face going down on me, and would need to see it immediately after I came."
I giggled. "Well, that kiss was just the beginning of the two friends feeling their lips all over each other's bodies that night..."
"So sweet!"
"...and the next morning...the baby was born!"
Virginia shrieked and kicked her feet with glee.
"She was born right out here by the grace of the Goddess, in nature, surrounded by family and friends, just as Chelsea had wanted. The baby was so late that Chelsea worried she wouldn't have the natural delivery she'd hoped for, but her mother was a holistic nurse...and we all know the most blessed daughters have nurses for mothers..."
Virginia smiled.
"...and the ballerina had been studying up on becoming a doula...they ensured that the baby was delivered into a peaceful, loving world. After the baby was all cleaned up and had some mommy time, the ballerina carried her all around the meadow to see the late-summer flowers. The newborn was taken with one flower in particular...she reached out to it like it was calling to her...she clenched her tiny fist around the stem but wasn't strong enough to pick it, so the ballerina helped her pull the flower from the ground so she could bring it back to her mom..."
I reached down behind the loveseat and yanked a wayward flower out of the earth.
"The power and significance of her child's first deliberate act was not lost on Chelsea, and so that is how her baby's name came to be..."
I presented the flower to Virginia, who smiled and said, "Zinnia! What a beautiful name."
"...and the two mothers and Zinnia lived here with the ballerina for another month before moving back down south to start their new life."
"And they all lived happily ever after?"
"I sure hope so."
Virginia ruminated a moment. "That was the best story. I love the interactive bit."
"I knew you would."
"Did you only have that one night together?"
"Just one magical night."
"There really is magic here, isn't there?"
"That there is."
Virginia reflected further, and then she looked upon me, speechless, with such reverence, the likes of which I had never seen.
"What's up with you?" I asked.
"You're...astonishing! You're all, 'I'm thirteen, and I'm a sex goddess, and I pick up the pieces of broken families, and deliver babies, and help name them...'"
"She named herself. I was just there to bear witness."
Virginia snuggled closer into me. "I hope you tell stories like this about us someday."
"Oh, angel...I already do."
(The end...for now...)
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