Truth Or Dare

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

January 2003

Disclaimers: Despite any resemblance to any person living or dead or certain television characters, the story and characters are the creation of the author's warped imagination. This story may not be posted, reproduced or sold without the express permission of the author. So there! If for any reason, real or imagined you do not wish to read anything with graphic descriptions of consenting adult women in a loving sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material then do me a favor and come back when it is no longer a crime for you to read my work. Is it possible to take coffee through an IV? Just wondering.

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.

As always this is for Heather

*****

Wynne looked around the room and wondered just what in the world her old friend was up to? She and Fran had been friends all through high school and they stayed in contact for the years that followed after each of them had finished college. It was nice to keep in touch with someone from back home. Still as she looked around her old friend's home as the curly haired brunette nervously paced she, once again, wondered what was going on.

During high school Fran had always been the ringleader in their small circle of friends which included Fran, Wynne, Melinda, Sandy and, of course, Paige. Wynne's stomach clenched as she recalled the tall raven-haired beauty she had followed around like a lost puppy since the first grade. Under Fran's leadership the stars of the girls' basketball team got into more trouble than anyone could have imagined. Fortunately none of the adults in their lives ever found out about their escapades.

"Fran you are going to wear a hole in the carpet if you don't stop pacing," Wynne offered as she blew out an exasperated sigh.

"Sorry," Fran muttered as she came to a sudden halt and began to chew nervously on her bottom lip.

"You want to tell me what is wrong?" Wynne encouraged her old friend as she stood and walked over to the nervous woman.

"It is just the reunion," Fran grumbled. "I don't think I want to go."

"Okay so you hauled my ass all the way down here so we could ditch our high school reunion?" Wynne spat out. "I was the one who didn't want to come but you insisted. Now what is up?"

"Melinda is coming," Fran griped as Wynne nodding in understanding. Melinda and Fran had a brief fling that ended just prior to the last summer all of them had hung out together. She knew that the leggy blonde cared for Fran but it wasn't love. Not for Melinda anyways who learned that her tastes, although varied, leaned more towards men. It broke Fran's heart.

"At the risk of sounding bitchy," Wynne began in a slow careful tone. "May I repeat what you said to me when I didn't want to attend since dear old Paige was going to be there? It was ten years ago get over it!"

"You suck," Fran scowled. "I could handle it if she wasn't married to a guy."

"I've met him and he is very nice," Wynne tried to reassure her old friend. "God the five of us in the same room again. I can't believe it."

"I know," Fran sighed heavily as she flopped down onto the sofa. "When was the last time that happened?"

"The holiday party you threw after all of us started college," Wynne grimaced at the memory. "What a disaster that night turned into. Melinda showed up with her new boyfriend so you got drunk, Sandy broke down in tears, and Paige and I almost got into a fistfight, which was the first time we had spoken to one another in months."

"How could I forget?" Fran moaned. "You know I threw that little get together hoping that the five of us could patch things up. We had been close since kindergarten and then right after graduation everything changed. I thought a little Christmas party might mend a few fences."

"You thought you'd get Melinda back," Wynne laughed. "Yeah everything changed and we grew up and apart. It happens."

"But it happened so fast," Fran argued. "Why?"

"Come on Fran you know why," Wynne explained with a wry chuckle. "Truth or dare."

*****

Ten Years Earlier

It had begun innocently enough. Fran decided to throw a little get together during Spring Break of their senior year, a slumber party, one weekend when her parents were out of town. At first the rest of the gang thought she was insane. Until they learned that there were some major differences between a slumber party when you are eighteen and when you are eight.

The first difference was the alcohol Fran and Melinda had managed to score. After a little tequila and a lot of rum the five teenaged girls found themselves sitting on the floor wearing very little and laughing like idiots.

"What did you just suggest?" Wynne asked Fran who was sitting opposite her nestled between Sandy and Melinda. Wynne had suspected for sometime that there was more than a close friendship between Fran and Melinda. Wynne wasn't bothered that two of her closest friends might be in love, since she had been heartbroken through most of her teen years because she had a crush on Paige.

"Truth or dare," Fran suggested with evil chuckle.

"My God she's serious," Paige choked out as she sat down next to Wynne.

The small blonde's body warmed the moment she sat down next to her. It didn't help that the very tall brunette was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and her underwear. All of them were dressed the same way except Sandy who, despite the unexpected heat wave, was wearing a flannel nightgown.

"This is a slumber party," Fran argued as she placed an empty rum bottle in the middle of the circle they had formed. "What's a slumber party without a game of truth or dare?"

"So this is how you want to celebrate our last few weeks of high school?" Paige laughed. "Get the first string of the only championship girl's basketball team together and ask them who lost their virginity?"

"Yes," Fran smiled boldly. "Although I already know who is or isn't a virgin."

"I just bet you do," Paige laughed as took a swig of Captain Morgan before handing the bottle to Wynne. "So who?"

"To find out you'll have to play the game," Fran teased her. "I'll start after you answer a question or perform a dare. Spin the bottle to select the next victim. Come on ladies we've known each other all of our lives. This could fun."

"Fine start already," Melinda chuckled as Sandy looked around nervously.

Fran pumped her fist victoriously as she sent the bottle spinning. Paige groaned as it pointed to her. "Yes," Fran gloated. "Okay Stretch truth or dare?"

"Truth since I already know what you going to ask?" Paige challenged her.

"No you don't," Fran toyed with her. "Who was the first person you ever French kissed?"

"Oh come on," Wynne sighed disappointed by Fran's lack of imagination. "Everyone knows it was Ricky Simmons."

"See Ricky Simmons," Paige threw out with a blush. "My turn," the brunette said quickly as Wynne took a swig from the bottle of rum and passed it to Sandy.

"Paige?" Fran said dryly halting the brunette's movements. "You can take a dare," the curly haired teenager offered in a sincere tone.

"Crap," The brunette muttered as all eyes turned towards her. "Fine," She blew out heavily. "It was Fran."

"What?" Wynne stammered out as a jealous pang stab at her heart.

"What do you mean?" Sandy asked as her jaw dropped.

"Slut," Melinda giggled as she nudged Fran.

"Was she a good kisser?" Wynne eagerly inquired more to Fran than to Paige.

"Hey only one question," Paige, protested. "Look we wanted to know what it was like so we made out a couple of times. No big deal."

"Thanks a lot," Fran snorted in amusement.

"I guess that answers my question," Wynne noted playfully as Paige spun the bottle.

The petite blonde's emerald eyes widened fearfully as the bottle stopped and pointed directly at her. "Truth or dare?" Paige huskily inquired as Wynne's face flushed while warmth spread through her body.

"Truth," Wynne managed to squeak trying to ignore the way her pulse began to race as Paige moved slightly closer to her.

"Since you are so interested in how Fran kisses," Paige began in low voice that made Wynne shiver while the blonde braced herself for the question. "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"No," Wynne lied as she reached for the bottle. Her tiny hand froze as she felt everyone looking at her. She knew the way she had muttered out her response that no one believed her. She blew out a heavy breath before answering truthfully. "Yes."

"I'm surrounded by heathens," Melinda teased as Wynne blushed. She noticed the way that Fran's hand came to rest on Melinda's thigh.

"It happened at summer camp when I was twelve," Wynne began to explain as she caught the slight frown Paige was sporting. "Julie Conner, but we didn't French kiss," she quickly added as she sent the bottle spinning. "Sandy, truth or dare?"

"Uhm . . . Dare no truth I don't want to end up smelling Fran's sweat socks," the shy redhead quickly added.

"Okay," Wynne said thoughtfully as she struggled for a question while she watched Fran's hand massaging Melinda's thigh. "Are you a virgin?" She absently inquired fully expecting the answer to be 'yes'.

"No," Sandy mumbled softly as everyone except Fran blinked with surprise. "Phil Reiner."

"Eww," Paige choked out. "Sorry," the brunette quickly apologized.

"No you're right," Sandy agreed before taking a healthy swig of rum and passing the bottle to Fran. "You know we went together for all of last year. I was so excited when we decided to do it. Then it was over before I even knew it. Bill Travis is much better."

"I never saw that coming," Paige whispered to Wynne as Sandy spun the bottle.

As the game progressed the questions grew more personal and flirtatious. Wynne was silently glad that they had decided to play. Paige sat closer and closer to her until they were leaning against one another. "Truth or dare?" Fran asked her as they opened another bottle of rum.

"Dare," Wynne answered passing on any more alcohol for the moment.

"Fine," Fran blew out a breath. "Play the rest of the game topless."

Wynne laughed as she pulled her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it at Fran. The small blonde leaned back not caring that her breasts were revealed to everyone. With the exception of Sandy, who always got changed behind closed doors, all the years of sharing a locker room allowed them to see one another naked more than a few times. Wynne secretly loved that she and Paige always had a locker next to one another all through high school.

Wynne gave the bottle a healthy spin. "Fran, truth or dare," The blonde challenged her friend.

"Dare," Fran responded smugly.

"Okay tit for tit show us the girls," Wynne laughed as Melinda and Paige cheered. Sandy just looked away as Fran tossed her t-shirt off.

As Fran spun the bottle Wynne said a silent prayer that it would land on Paige and she would get to see the brunette's magnificent breasts. Her prayers were only partly answered when the bottle stopped in front of Paige and the brunette accepted a dare. "Kiss Wynne," Fran offered with sly smirk.

Wynne felt the walls closing in on her as her heart started pounding with fear. She knew she should voice some objection, but since she had secretly wanted to kiss Paige since they were about twelve she couldn't say no.

"What if Wynne doesn't want to kiss me?" Paige offered shyly as she stared down at her lap.

"You can't make them do that!" Sandy suddenly shouted. "Fran this isn't right."

"It is up to them," Melinda argued in a calm voice. "Wynne can say no."

"It is up to you," Paige said as she looked nervously up at Wynne. "You can say no, I'll just smell Fran's sweat socks."

"What is it with you guys and my socks?" Fran whined.

"Nothing," Melinda snickered.

"Fran I know you're superstitious," Wynne pointed out in a serious tone. "But just because we are winning is no reason not to do your laundry."

"We won the championship for two years in a row," Fran argued as the others groaned. "Now back to the dare."

"You can say no," Paige repeated. "I'll smell Fran's socks," She graciously offered.

One look into Paige's crystal blue eyes and the petite blonde knew that there wasn't a power on earth that would make her refuse. "I couldn't allow you to suffer like that," Wynne innocently offered as Sandy gasped in horror.

Wynne licked her lips nervously as Paige inched closer to her. The blonde's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Paige's warm breath. The softness of the brunette's lips lightly brushing against her own sent a shock through the blonde's body. Instinctively she reached up and cupped Paige's face in her hands as she returned the shy kiss eagerly.

Wynne relaxed in the feel of Paige's arms encircling her half naked body as the kiss deepened. Wynne suppressed a deep moan as she felt the brunette's tongue gently probing her lips. The blonde parted her lips and greeted the brunette's tongue with her own. She moved even closer into Paige's embrace as she felt her body being pulled up onto the brunette's lap. She no longer feared that the tall girl could feel how much Wynne was enjoying this. She became lost in the fiery kiss as she felt Paige's hands caressing her skin. She moaned into Paige's mouth as she felt the brunette's fingers shyly brushing against her breast.

Wynne's body arched as she clung to the brunette who was now cupping her breasts. "Okay," She heard Melinda chuckle. Reluctantly Wynne ended the kiss but she nuzzled Paige's neck before turning her gaze towards her teammates. To her surprise and pleasure the three of them were nestled very closely to one another. Fran and Melinda were grinning brightly over at them while Sandy just looked on with a strange expression. She smiled as she spied Melinda discreetly running her fingers along the swell of Fran's breasts.

"I guess it is Paige's turn," Sandy squeaked out as she continued to stare at them.

Wynne felt suddenly shy as she realized that she was still straddling Paige's lap. She quickly glanced at the brunette who was smiling sweetly back at her. She smiled at Paige as she fought against the urge to kiss the brunette once again. "Thank you," She whispered as Paige brushed Wynne's long blonde hair from her shoulder.

The small blonde started to climb off of Paige's lap when the brunette simply guided her around and between her long legs. She leaned into Paige's body as the brunette wrapped her hands around the blonde's waist. She blushed when she spied Melinda and Fran grinning back at her.

"I can't believe you copped a feel," Fran teased the tall brunette.

"Who me?" Paige gasped innocently as she tightened her arms around Wynne's body.

"You're such a pig," Fran taunted her.

"You did?" Sandy slurred in wonderment.

"No more questions it is my turn," Paige blurted out quickly as she leaned forward taking Wynne along with her and spun the bottle.

As they leaned back Wynne's body tingled as she felt Paige's nipples straining against her cotton t-shirt as they brushed against her bare skin. "Melinda?" Paige began as her fingers caressed Wynne's stomach. The blonde responded by caressing her teammate's bare thigh. "Truth or dare?" Paige uttered with a soft moan.

"What, are you kidding?" Melinda laughed. "I like the way this game is going. Give me a dare baby."

"Uhm . . ." Paige stammered as her hand covered Wynne's wandering fingers. "Sorry couldn't think," she blushed as she murmured out her apologized. "Do a shot of tequila."

"That's it?" Melinda moaned with disappointment.

"From between Fran's tits," Paige added triumphantly.

"Now you're talking," Melinda beamed as she grabbed the bottle of Cuervo.

"Maybe we should just play spin the bottle?" Fran suggested eagerly as she picked up a shot glass and nestled it between her breasts.

No one responded as Melinda poured her shot. The tall blonde quickly dipped her head between Fran's breasts as the smaller woman guided the shot glass to Melinda's lips. Melinda downed the shot easily. Wynne sighed deeply as the empty glass fell to the floor and Melinda began to lick the excess from Fran's breasts. 'Spin the bottle might not be such a bad idea, but the only one I want to kiss is Paige.' Wynne thought as she reeled from the feel of Paige's arms wrapped around her body.

Wynne gripped Paige's thigh as it became clear that Melinda was trying to get more than tequila from the moaning Fran. She could feel Paige's warm breath on her skin as she watched Melinda's tongue flickering across Fran's nipple. Paige was breathing heavily in Wynne's ear, which made the small blonde's heart pound even harder.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt Paige's lips brush her shoulder as the brunette's fingers drifted up until they were caressing the swell of Wynne's breasts. Wynne's head fell back as she felt Paige's lips moving up along her neck. Her clit was throbbing as their lips met and they once again fell into a fiery kiss.

"Uhm guys," Fran's chuckle disrupted the moment.

Each of them cleared their throats as they looked over at their companions. "Which one?" Sandy slurred.

Wynne crinkled her brow in confusion as she looked down and found the bottle facing them. "Well since they have decided to park themselves together I'd have to go with both," Fran suggested with an evil grin.

"Okay," Sandy hiccupped.

'She is either really drunk or completely clueless.' Wynne noted as she looked over at the glassy eyed girl.

"Shots," Melinda explained. "The same way I did mine only no using your hands, and just to make sure you don't cheat, we'll tie your hands behind your back."

"You didn't ask truth or dare," Sandy whined before taking another swing of rum.

"She is going to be so hung over in the morning," Paige whispered in the blonde's ear.

Wynne nodded in agreement. Since all of them were serious athletes none of them drank very often. In fact this was the first time any of them had indulged to this point. "Dare," Paige volunteered as Fran stumbled to her feet and went in search of something to tie their hands with.

Wynne felt a sudden sense of panic that Paige was only acting this way because of the alcohol and not because she felt the same way that Wynne did. She swallowed hard deciding that if she backed out now, she would never get another chance.

"Dare," Wynne agreed in a breathy tone as she tugged on the hem of Paige's t-shirt.

"A little eager aren't we?" Paige teased her as she got up on her knees and lifted the shirt up over her head.

"Yes," Wynne confessed with a soft sigh as her eyes quickly zeroed in on the brunette's breasts. The small blonde licked her lips as she fought against the urge to reach out and touch the firm flesh that was calling out to her.

Wynne got up on her knees as well and faced Paige who looked very nervous. Wynne was about to back out when she felt Sandy guiding her hands behind her back and tying them. Apparently the alcohol or the events had really loosened Sandy up Wynne noted as she felt her friend's hand slip down her back. Wynne's eyes widened with shock when she felt Sandy give her backside a quick squeeze.

"You can thank you me later," she heard Fran muttering to Paige as she and Melinda secured the brunette's hands behind her back.

Wynne's heart was pounding as they shuffled closer together. "Who wants to go first?" Melinda asked as she poured a shot and held it up.

"I will," Wynne blurted out quickly before she lost her nerve.

She looked deeply into Paige's eyes as Melinda carefully placed the shot glass between the brunette's breasts. Wynne inched closer and placed a tender kiss on Paige's warm inviting lips. She relaxed when she felt the brunette's tongue peek out and tease her bottom lip. "Ready?" Wynne asked while she tried to catch her breath.

"Yes," Paige replied in sultry tone.

The brunette arched her body as Wynne dipped her head down until her lips were pressed against the rim of the shot glass. Wynne's head was spinning as she inhaled the soft scent of Paige's skin. She struggled against the dishtowel holding her hands in place. Unable to touch Paige's body was driving her insane. She took one last peek at Paige's breasts before capturing the shot glass in her mouth. The blonde choked as she captured the golden liquid in her mouth. She spilled most of it on Paige's body and the floor as the tequila burned her throat. The shot glass tumbled to the floor as Wynne slowly began to lick the tequila from Paige's skin.

Wynne savored the taste of her friend's skin as she licked her way over to one of the brunette's breasts. She heard a soft moan as she slowly circled the nipple with her tongue. Her breathing became labored as she felt the bud hardening from her touch. She was unable to stop herself as she captured the perfect bud between her lips. Her ears filled with the sounds of Paige's soft moan and her rapidly beating heart. 'I'm doing this to her?' She thought in wonderment as she suckled her friend's nipple greedily.

She blew out an exasperated breath as Paige pulled away from her touch. She was fearful that she had gone too far. When she straightened her body and looked over at her teammate she blushed when she saw the brunette's face flushed with desire as she panted heavily.

"I guess it is my turn," Paige offered in a deep voice that was so inviting Wynne felt her clit aching.

'I can't believe this is happening.' Wynne thought as Melinda placed the cool shot glass between her breasts.

"Just relax," the taller blonde whispered in her ear as she gave the smaller woman's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

'How can I relax? I'm ready to cum just by looking at her.' Wynne's inner thoughts screamed as Paige dipped her head between her breasts. Wynne gasped as her thighs clenched as she felt the soft silky strands of the brunette's hair tickling her skin. She could have sworn that she heard Paige murmuring with pleasure as she ran her tongue along the soft supple curve of Wynne's cleavage. 'God, I'm going to pass out and she hasn't even tried to do the shot yet!' The blonde shivered from the thought as Paige buried her face deeper between her breasts.

Wynne shivering grew as she felt the tequila dribbling down her body as Paige began to drink. Wynne was painfully aware of how her body was reacting to the feel of Paige's lips caressing her skin as she felt her desire painting her thighs. She heard the shot glass land on the carpet as Paige skillfully used her lips and tongue to taste every inch of the blonde's firm full breasts.

Wynne's head fell back as Paige captured her nipple in her mouth. Wynne gasped as she felt the brunette's teeth teasing the erect bud. From behind Paige she could see Fran and Melinda watching them as they kissed and caressed one another. Fran lowered Melinda to the floor as Paige suckled her nipple. Wynne was tugging on the restraints in a desperate effort to free her hands so she could run her hands all over the brunette's body.

She could just barely make out the image of Fran and Melinda's legs wrapping around one another as their hips began to sway in a sensual rhythm. Her head fell back as she gave in to the feel of Paige's mouth teasing her. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Sandy curled up in a ball fast asleep.

Wynne's body swayed backward as she felt Paige's tongue drifting down the front of her body. 'I want this so much.' Her mind and heart screamed in unison. "Paige," she gasped as she felt her body being nudged down onto the carpet. "Ouch," she grimaced as her tethered hands hit the floor. Paige looked up at her with a hint of fear clouding her crystal blue eyes.

"Hey guys," Wynne panted.

"What?" Fran snapped in annoyance.

"You want to untie us?" Wynne demanded as Paige leaned over her and placed tender kisses on her fluttering stomach. Wynne clenched her jaw as she heard Fran's grumbling. "Come on Sandy passed out," the small blonde asserted as Paige chuckled against her stomach.

"Oh crap," Fran muttered as Paige lifted her body. "Sorry guys."

Wynne watched as Fran stumbled to her feet and began to untie Paige while Melinda checked on the snoring Sandy. "She's fine," Melinda reassured them as she placed a pillow under the girl and then covered her with a blanket. Wynne looked over at Paige who was rubbing her wrists.

"Are you okay?" Melinda whispered in the smaller blonde's ear as she undid her restraint.

"I'll be better once I can use my hands," Wynne coyly whispered in response.

Wynne rubbed her wrists as soon as they were free. She looked over at Paige who was leaning against the back of the sofa. Fran and Melinda mumbled something vaguely resembling 'good night' as they shuffled out of the room.

Wynne's heart was pounding with fear as Paige stared down at her hands which were folded neatly in her lap. "Paige?" She whispered fearfully as she crawled over to the brunette. The fear of Paige rejecting her was consuming her as she placed her hand on the brunette's shoulder. Her fears vanished as Paige wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled the blonde up onto her lap.

Wynne laced her fingers through Paige's hair as they drew one another closer and began kissing. The kisses had grown deeper as they tried to possess each other. Their tongues battled for dominance as their hands freely explored the other's skin. Wynne released a deep moan into her lover's mouth as she felt Paige's blunt nails running down her back until she was kneading the blonde's ass.

Wynne pulled Paige closer with one hand as the other cupped the brunette's breasts. She captured one of Paige's erect nipples between her fingers and teased the bud. She teased Paige more urgently as she felt the brunette's fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties. The skin on her backside erupted in goose bumps as she felt her underwear being lowered.

The sound of Sandy snoring broke the spell. Wynne's lips were tingling as she reluctantly withdrew from the kiss. She rested her head on Paige's shoulder for a moment before sighing deeply.

Paige looked up at her with concern as the small blonde climbed off of her lap and rose to her feet. The blonde wobbled slightly, her knees feeling weak from the passionate encounter. "Time for bed," she offered gently as she held her hand out to Paige.

The brunette smiled as she accepted Wynne's hand. "What room did they go into?" The blonde asked as she wrapped her arms around Paige's slender waist.

"Parents," Paige huskily responded as she nuzzled the blonde's neck. "Why don't we sleep in Fran's room?"

Wynne responded by capturing Paige's hands in her smaller ones and guiding the tall brunette into their teammate's bedroom. Paige kicked the door shut with her foot never breaking contact with smaller woman. Wynne walked backward into the darkened room, and with each step she kissed her lover until she felt the bed pressing against her knees.

Paige's smile filled the blonde's heart as the brunette lowered her down onto the bed. Wynne pulled her lover down on top of her and wrapped her arms and legs around the brunette's body. Each of them released a needy moan as their skin touched. They kissed deeply as their hands drifted along the other's body. Paige parted Wynne's thighs with her knees.

The blonde's body arched as she felt her lover's thigh pressing against her wetness. She tightened her hold on Paige as her own body arched up against the firm flesh. She could feel Paige's desire on her skin as she slipped her thigh between her lover's legs until she felt the brunette's center riding against her.

Wynne's hands seem to gravitate to the brunette's breasts. She loved the way they filled her hands and they way Paige's nipples pressed against the palms of her hands. "Wynne," Paige murmured as she traced the blonde's lips with her tongue.

"Oh Paige," Wynne panted in response as their hips thrust urgently.

Wynne rode harder against Paige's thigh as her body tensed with a need to release. Paige matched her frantic pace as she rubbed her clit against Wynne's body. They were moaning as they clung tightly to one another. "Need to feel you," Paige groaned as she tugged on the blonde's underwear.

Wynne lifted her hips allowing her lover to lower her panties. Paige straddled her body as she continued to lower the blonde's underwear down her hips. Wynne slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped her lover's mound. Paige's desire filled her hand as she teased the brunette with the heel of her hand. Paige's hips responded to the blonde's touch. Wynne needed more. She began to tug on the brunette's underwear in a need to free them completely from the last barrier between them.

She could see Paige's desire glistening in the darkness as the dark curls were revealed to her. She suckled Paige's neck as she felt the brunette's long fingers brushing her damp golden curls. She bit down on Paige's skin when she felt her lover's fingers parting her swollen lips.

The need to feel one another was too powerful. They separated slightly only to completely remove the last of their clothing. As soon as they were free their bodies became entangled. Inquisitive fingers sought out the other's passion. Wynne captured her lover's swollen clit between her fingers as she felt Paige's fingers gliding along her sex.

Wynne's body became a fiery mass of excitement as she and her lover touched each other. They couldn't stop seeking out the other's lips and kissing as their touches grew bolder. Wynne's body winced as she felt her lover's fingers slipping inside of her. She felt her body capturing the brunette's fingers. Her hips jerked up urging her lover to take whatever she desired. Wynne's fingers slipped from teasing the brunette's clit to the opening of her warm wet center.

The blonde slipped inside her lover as she used her thumb to stroke her clit. They became one as they plunged deeply in and out of one another's wetness. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as they pleasured each other. Each cried out as the pleasurable feeling consumed them. Clinging to the other they convulsed as they climaxed.

Not allowing the shudder to subside they continued their exploration of the love they had discovered. They rolled around the bed as they used their hands and mouths to learn the other's desires. Wynne straddled her lover's face and Paige feasted upon her until she was releasing her cries of pleasure into her lover's wetness.

They couldn't stop touching or pleasuring each other even after the sun had peeked through the window and the morning birds sang out. Sated and spent Wynne finally collapsed in her lover's embrace. When she awoke alone she knew that everything had changed for all of them.

She showered and dressed before finding the others already dressed for the day in the kitchen. Melinda was perched in Fran's lap at the kitchen table. Paige was leaning against the kitchen counter staring at the floor and Sandy was nowhere in sight. "Where's Sandy?" Wynne asked in an effort to break through heavy wall of nervous energy that greeted her.

"She freaked," Paige mumbled without looking up.

"She bolted out of here claiming that she forgot that she had to work," Melinda explained with a scowl. "She wouldn't even look at us."

"Great," Wynne sighed as she leaned up against the counter next to Paige. She shivered as she felt Paige shift slightly away.

"What did I do?" Fran moaned.

Wynne looked over at her weary looking friend who was completely hung over. Fran just stared at her and Paige with a helpless expression.

"You didn't do anything," Melinda reassured her lover with a soft kiss on her furrowed brow. "Except find a really interesting way for all us to find out that none of us are virgins."

Fran's worried looked remained locked on Wynne and Paige. Wynne steadied herself as she cast a shy glance over at Paige. The brunette's face was filled with the same confused look she was wearing.

"Not anymore," Fran muttered in a heartbroken voice.

Wynne swallowed hard as the gravity of the situation struck her. She knew what she had offered Paige last night; she was clueless that Paige had offered her the same. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" She quietly asked the brunette as she stepped out of the kitchen.

Paige stood before her with her arms folded across her chest still looking at her bare feet. The silence was maddening as Wynne tried to find the right words to express how she felt. "I'm glad it was you." The blonde finally whispered trying to some how offer her heart to the woman she had given her body to.

Paige's head jerked up suddenly as she smiled. "I always wanted it to be you," she blurted out quickly. They both giggled nervously. "I just didn't expect it to happen the way it did. In fact I never knew you'd like me this way."

"Oh I like you," Wynne confessed as she took Paige by the hand.

Things changed quickly after that night. Paige and Wynne became lost in the confusion of their newfound feelings. Melinda and Fran broke up when the curly brunette became too possessive. Sandy dropped out of their lives unable to even speak to any of them. By the time the Prom rolled around, Melinda had a boyfriend. Paige and Wynne bounced from not speaking to making love and back again. Fran was broken hearted.

All of them went to the prom with the proper male escorts and none of them really spoke to each other. Paige finally broke things off with Wynne, leaving the blonde despondent. Unfortunately she and Fran ended up crying and commiserating one night, and ended up in bed together. They both laughed it off for the mistake that it was. She and Paige got back together just before graduation. Paige confessed that she simply panicked. Melinda and Fran managed to patch things up as well. The four of them seemed to be back on track until Fran and Melinda got into a fight at the party Melinda's parents threw that evening.

All Wynne could remember was somehow the bickering escalated, and for some unknown reason, Fran let her one night with Wynne slip. The scene was surreal as Melinda screamed out, "You slept with Wynne! How could you?" In one fell swoop Melinda accidentally outed both Fran and Wynne and ended all of the relationships.

Melinda did apologize to Wynne and everyone else. The night of the holiday gathering that was supposed to bring the five of them back together was doomed from the start. Sandy burst into tears as a drunken Fran got into it with Melinda's boyfriend. For some reason Wynne tried to defuse the situation which upset Paige. Then Sandy dropped a bomb by announcing that she was dropping out of school because she was pregnant.

The party turned into a screaming match between the five of them until everyone stormed out. That would be the last time the five of them were in the same room together.

*****

The Present

"What was I thinking?" Fran groaned. "I didn't plan on the drunken mini orgy that erupted that night. I just thought I'd give you and Paige a push since I thought the two of you liked each other. Never in my wildest dreams did I think you'd lose your virginity that night."

"And in your bed," Wynne teased her old friend.

"Don't remind me," Fran grimaced. "I burned the sheets the next day."

"Fran none of what happened was your fault," Wynne reassured her. "I was in love with Paige. She just never said it back. We were teenagers who had no clue how to handle our emotions and hormones. Not to mention the pressure of having to hide how we were feeling from the rest of the world. Plus trying to decide if sleeping with another girl meant we were gay."

"Not according to Melinda," Fran quipped.

"Melinda is bisexual," Wynne dryly explained. "She always was. It doesn't make her a jerk or promiscuous. She ended up in love with a man. It was just never about gender with her. In the end you and I are the only ones I'm certain are gay."

"What about Paige?" Fran inquired thoughtfully.

"We didn't keep in touch," Wynne groaned. "She never forgave me for sleeping with you when we split up. None of this matters, we had a lot of other friends that I would like to see tonight, not to mention the rest of the team. After a decade I doubt that Paige remembers me or what happened."

*****

Later that night

"You're right," Fran muttered as she joined Wynne and Sandy. "He is a really great guy."

"Told you," Wynne boasted.

"Who?" Sandy inquired.

"Melinda's husband," Fran explained after talking with the couple for over an hour. "So Red, how have you been and how are the kids?"

"The boys are good," Sandy said with a smile as Melinda approached them. "They are taking the divorce better than I'd hoped, and they are very proud of me for going back to school."

"I was sorry to hear about the break up," Melinda offered.

"I'm not," Sandy shuddered. "What a mistake. I just freaked out so much after . . ."

"Truth or dare," Fran supplied. "Wynne and I were just talking about that night earlier today. The beginning of the end."

"Don't start," Wynne cautioned her. "Get off the cross already we need the wood."

The others laughed at her comment as Fran shrugged. "Fran we were teenagers," Sandy began. "Chances were that we were going to grow apart. None of us were staying here and all of us were going to different colleges. So all of you dated each other, and like most high school couples it didn't work out. Big, hairy deal."

"I never dated Wynne," Melinda teased as she nudged Fran playfully.

"Technically neither did I," Fran corrected her.

"None of it matters any longer," Sandy continued. "All that matters was we were one hell of a team. And our record of back to back championships has never been matched."

"Here, here!" They all toasted their former glory.

"Carousing already?" The familiar deep voice sent a shiver down Wynne's spine.

"There's our star center and leading scorer," Sandy greeted Paige as she stepped in to join the circle they had formed.

"Hey everyone," Paige said softly as they greeted her in return.

Wynne exchanged a shy greeting with her ex-lover who smiled just as shyly in response. "Where the hell have you been for the last decade?" Fran blurted out knowing it was what all of them were wondering. Occasionally all of them had crossed paths with the others, with the exception of Paige who just seemed to drop out of sight.

"Yeah out with it," Sandy demanded. Wynne smiled at her old friend's bold behavior. There was a time when Sandy would have hidden in the background as the other four took over. "So, what do you do? Married? Partner? Kids? Dog? Come on Paige fill us tired old ladies in on your exploits?"

"Who you calling old?" Wynne groused.

"Why do I have to first?" Paige complained.

"Okay I'll go first," Sandy volunteered. "Divorced, with two boys, John and Ryan. I just went back to college, finally, and have two dogs, one cat and a hamster. Next."

"I teach art history at Columbia," Melinda began. "Married, I'll introduce you to him later, no kids, and one iguana."

"Iguana?" Wynne cringed as Paige's attention turned towards her and Fran. She noticed a slight frown on the brunette's face as she spied the two of them standing so closely together.

"He's cute," Melinda protested. "Okay Fran our lovely ring leader you're up."

"Lawyer," Fran began confidently.

"Now that's a frightening thought," Paige chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah," Fran waved her off. "My partner Leslie and I just celebrated six years together. She's a lawyer as well, but couldn't make it to the reunion because she is trying a case in Buffalo. That is why I dragged the squirt down here." She ruffled Wynne's short blonde locks.

"Brat," Wynne scowled. "My turn I guess. Let's see I'm a doctor at MGH. No partner kids or pets." She noticed the way Paige's eyes lit up as she gave her brief bio. "Okay Stretch you're turn."

"Let's see," Paige began thoughtfully. "I'm a doctor as well, a pediatrician to be more precise. I'll be starting at MGH soon, since I decided to leave the West Coast. The only one in my life is Bruce."

"Bruce," Wynne responded trying to sound happy for her old flame.

"Yes, Bruce," Paige smirked. "The wonder lab who thinks he is still small enough to climb into bed with me. He also thinks he doesn't drool and the squirrels are out to get him."

"Your dog thinks all of that does he?" Wynne teased her.

"Yes," Paige responded seriously. "He is very bright for his age. He will be three next month. So come on I've been living in sunny California for the last decade fill me in and life back here in cold New England?"

"Well the drivers suck," Fran supplied. "And if you don't like our weather wait a minute it will change."

"That is the best you can come up with?" Sandy groaned.

"Sorry," Fran shrugged. "But since you and Wynne will be working together perhaps she is better equipped on filling you in on the social scene?"

Wynne rolled her emerald eyes at her friend's not so subtle hint. "I'm an orthopedic surgeon. We won't be working together." Wynne tried to explain. "Well we could," she stammered as her mind wandered. "I'm sorry what was I saying?"

"I see Fran still has a way of confusing all of us," Paige laughed lightly.

"Yes," Fran boasted. "Still Queen of the universe," She proudly proclaimed.

"Except when Leslie is around," Wynne quipped as Fran scowled. "I'm sorry you're whipped."

"Am not," Fran protested as the others laughed.

"Hey not that I blame you," Wynne placated the pouting brunette. "Leslie is a doll."

The five women fell into easy conversation as they caught up with each other's lives. Wynne loved that the five of them were getting along so well after things had ended so badly. The only problem was the damn knots in her stomach each time she and Paige exchanged a glance. 'Please don't do this to yourself Wynne.' She cautioned herself each time she tried to sneak a look over at her former lover, who looked in her opinion even more beautiful than the last time she saw her.

Much to the petite blonde's surprise and confusion each time she looked over at the tall raven haired beauty she caught Paige looking back at her. At one point she could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a blush tinting the brunette's chiseled features.

Occasionally the group would split up so they could talk to other old friends, classmates or teachers. Eventually the five of them would find themselves gathering back together as if nothing had changed. Their former coach, Ms. McKenzie, was gushing when she cornered her former favorite students. It was apparent that the poor coach was getting on in years as she rambled on. The others managed to drift away from the conversation after a good solid hour of Ms. McKenzie replaying the highlights of both of their championship games. Somehow only Paige and Wynne were left alone with their former coach.

Wynne didn't want to be rude, but the woman seemed insistent on keeping her and Paige occupied by replaying every point they had scored, and mistake they had ever made. Wynne finally managed to pretend that she saw someone she knew and needed to speak to.

The small blonde made a mad dash to the bar where she could hide from the older woman who had managed to back both her and Paige into a corner. Standing shoulder to shoulder with her old flame was having a bizarre effect on the small blonde. 'Ten years and a lot of water under the bridge.' Wynne reminded herself as she ordered a glass of white wine from the bartender.

"Thanks a lot Pal," Paige whispered in her ear.

Wynne jumped slightly as she felt her ex-lover's breath tickling her earlobe. She was flustered by the feel of Paige standing closely behind her, and the warm feeling running through her body when the brunette placed her hand on her shoulder. Wynne reasoned that Paige was just being friendly as her hand remained on the tiny blonde's shoulder.

"Sorry," She finally managed to choke out when Paige's touch left her shoulder and the brunette moved beside her. "I just couldn't take it anymore. I love her dearly, but I had no idea I missed that many foul shots in three years."

"I had a nice chat with Sandy earlier," Paige offered seemingly searching for something to say. "I can't believe how much she's changed."

"I know," Wynne readily agreed as she took a sip of her wine. "She's so confident and out going. Did you want a drink?"

"Whatever you're having," Paige accepted without hesitation.

"Another white wine," Wynne quickly requested eager to spend more time with Paige. 'Speaking of shy, I forgot how really shy Paige is.' Wynne smiled as thoughts of their youth flitted through her mind.

"Thank you," Paige mumbled as she accepted her glass of wine. "What's that smile for?"

"I was just thinking," Wynne shrugged as her smile grew brighter. "I forgot that despite that cool exterior you were really the shy one."

"I guess some things never really change," Paige bashfully responded as they finished their wine. "Do you want to go for a walk? It is getting a little stuffy in here."

Wynne agreed quickly smiling as she followed Paige out of the room. As they stepped out of the banquet room in the hotel, and slipped down the back stairwell Wynne couldn't help but sneak a peek at Paige's long legs that were showing just a bit from the slit in her dress. The blonde inhaled sharply as Paige's quick movements caused the dress to slip a little higher. "She's not wearing any underwear." The blonde's mind screamed as a rush of desire seized her.

Thoughts of what Paige may or may not have on under her light blue dress had the blonde's mind reeling as the walked away from the hotel towards the boardwalk. "Remember the night Fran convinced us to steal old man Griever's boat?" Paige chuckled as they leaned over the railing and stared out at the marina.

"We were lucky we didn't drown," Wynne laughed as her body moved slightly closer to Paige. "I can't believe the crap we got away with. Everyone thought we were the good kids. Well until . . ." Wynne's voice drifted as the fallout from the graduation party replayed in her mind.

"Until?" Paige encouraged her.

"The graduation party," Wynne answered with a heavy sigh. "Things didn't go very well for me after Melinda's little announcement."

"I've always felt terrible for not standing by you," Paige's voice cracked as she spoke.

"There was nothing you could have done," Wynne waved it off. "You're coming out as well just would have made things worse. Besides you were so pissed off at me, I really didn't expect your support."

"I was your girlfriend," Paige argued. "I should have said something, other than 'How could you?' and storming out of the party. How bad were things for you?"

"Well none of our friends were speaking to either Fran or me, except Melinda. She felt horrible about everyone finding out," Wynne solemnly explained. "My parents just ignored me. They couldn't wait for me to leave for school so they could pretend that it never happened."

"How are things now?" Paige nervously inquired.

"Better," Wynne blew out with a heavy sigh. "Just not the same and they hate talking about my sexuality. It hurts since I thought I was close to my family."

They stood there in an uncomfortable silence each pretending to watch the lapping waves of the dark ocean. "So when did you move out to the west coast?" Wynne finally asked breaking the silence that was looming over them.

"I transferred to UCLA after my freshman year," Paige explained in a heavy tone that made Wynne shift nervously. "I needed a change. I had to get away from here and the memories."

"It wasn't all bad was it?" Wynne asked in a dejected tone.

"No," Paige quickly reassured her as she placed a comforting hand on the blonde's arm. "That was part of the problem."

"What do you mean?" Wynne asked as she leaned her back against the railing and looked up at the brunette.

"I think I fell for you back in Junior High," Paige confessed with a wry smile. "You made this shot during the game against Somerville that was just breath taking. From that moment on I just couldn't get you out of my head."

"For me it was one day in the library and you were chewing on your pencil," Wynne laughed at the memory. "I just didn't understand why it made me feel all funny inside."

"Wynne it wasn't being with you or my feelings for you," Paige tried to explain. "It was the way we got together. I wanted you to be my first lover. Hell back then I thought it was forever. But it was all so confusing. I got scared. And I always hated the way we became lovers."

"It was interesting," Wynne agreed. "I understand. I wanted to be with you, but we went from teammates and friends to lovers in one day. Plus all that teen angst what a mess."

"When we got back together I thought this was it," Paige continued. "I was certain that none of the fears or problems I was dealing with mattered. All that mattered was that we belonged together. I was even going to try and transfer to the same college so we wouldn't be apart. Then I found out about you and Fran and I was devastated. When you're a teenager those things are blown way out of proportion."

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Wynne apologized as she placed her hand on Paige's hip.

"I hurt you too," Paige smiled sweetly down at her. "We were kids who thought sex meant love. You want to hear something funny?"

"Okay," Wynne said with a sweet smile feeling slightly light headed from the ocean breeze and standing so close to Paige.

"I walked in tonight feeling all grown up and confidant," Paige explained with a light laugh. "Then I saw you standing next to Fran and I thought the two of you ended up together. I was jealous. Stupid, huh?"

"No it isn't stupid," Wynne reassured her as she felt Paige's body leaning into her own. "So what happens now that we are all grown up? Can we be friends again?"

"I'd like that," Paige agreed with sly grin as she dipped her head so that her lips were a mere breath away from Wynne's ear. "There is just one little problem, just looking at you in that black dress and friendship is the last thing on my mind."

Feeling Paige's warm breath caressing her skin was all the invitation the small blonde needed. She reached up and wrapped her tiny fingers in Paige's long dark hair and guided the taller woman to her. She quickly claimed Paige's mouth with a searing kiss.

The kiss melted Wynne's heart as they fell deeper into the other's embrace. Wynne's lips were still tingling as the kiss came to an end. She couldn't breathe from the intensity they had just shared. The blonde rested her head on the brunette's chest as she tried to calm herself. "That was amazing," Paige gasped as she ran her hands along the smaller woman's back.

"Yes," Wynne sighed contently as she caressed the taller woman's hips. "Oh boy now we really have a problem," She blew out as she drank in the delicate scent of Paige's skin.

"No we don't," Paige purred in response. "Your single, I'm single and I think we can safely assume that we are still attracted to one another. We just need to slow things down and not make the same mistake we did in the past."

"Now see that would be the stinky part," Wynne pouted as her fingers glided down to the brunette's firm backside. She licked her lips as she discovered that her earlier suspicions regarding Paige's lack of undergarments was confirmed. "Right now I'm not thinking like an adult."

"Oh I bet you are," Paige teased her in a sultry tone as she cupped the blonde's face in her hands and stole a quick kiss. "We just can't rush this no matter how tempting a thought that might be."

"It would be nice to actually go out on date," Wynne agreed as she took a shy step out of Paige's embrace and took the brunette by the hand. "We missed out on that back in high school."

They were still holding hands as they rejoined their fellow alumni back at the hotel. The evening felt almost magical to Wynne as they remained close for the rest of the evening. The only difficulty occurred when she walked Paige upstairs to her hotel room, and the couple ended up in a heavy groping session in the hallway. A barrage of questions greeted her when she returned back to Fran's place at a very late hour.

A few hours later she enjoyed a leisurely breakfast with Paige which turned into an all day excursion. They fell into an easy banter as they walked around and revisited their old haunts. The only hard part for the both of them was the constant struggle to keep their hands to themselves.

*****

"Fran I have to go," Wynne growled into the telephone for the twentieth time. "No things are going great. We've been dating for almost two months. No I haven't slept with her yet. Is that all you think about?" Fran's howling laughter answered her question. "Now I really have to go, Paige is on her way over for dinner. You are such a pig," She blushed at her old friend's suggestion regarding what, or rather who, she should dine on. "Goodbye," she growled one last time before ending the telephone call.

She began rushing around her townhouse trying to get everything ready. She and Paige had started dating since the reunion. Wynne had to admit that things between them were great. She connected with the tall dark pediatrician in such a way that it was frightening. Perhaps that is why the two of them still hadn't crossed the threshold into a more physical relationship. When they had been lovers as teenagers the sex was so intense they felt helpless around one another. "Probably why I never got over her," She mused as she prepared the potatoes. "She was absolutely amazing in bed."

Wynne had decided that tonight would be the night to find out if they still connected in bed. The blonde didn't doubt that they would be good together if the kisses they shared were any indication. Wynne felt quite certain that they might set the bed on fire. "Oh boy," Wynne swayed slightly at just the thought of seeing Paige's amazing body beneath her own.

Wynne wanted everything to be perfect and romantic. She needed to make this night special. It was her way of trying to capture the romance that had eluded them in their youth. She needed tonight to be special since the last time they had begun their journey together things may have been fun, but they weren't special.

She finished preparing the dinner, chilling the wine and setting the table complete with flowers, candles. She dimmed the lights just enough to set the scene. She looked down at her watch and released a panicked filled yelp when she saw how late it was. She dashed up the staircase to her bedroom to change her clothes. "Oh crap," she muttered repeatedly as she searched her closet trying to find the perfect outfit.

Wynne knew that she had to pick something quick so she could change and tidy up the bedroom before Paige arrived. The surgery that afternoon had taken longer than she had anticipated and then Fran's telephone call had set her even further back. "Think," she encouraged herself knowing that Paige could arrive at any moment.

Finally making a decision she tossed her wardrobe out on her crumpled bed and dashed off for a quick shower. Wynne took the fastest shower in history fearful that she would miss Paige ringing the doorbell. "Won't do standing her up tonight," she babbled to herself as she dried her body and scurried back to her bedroom. "And I didn't make the bed this morning because?" She groaned as she snatched up the pair of black jeans and began to dress.

Her one sided conversation continued as she ran around her bedroom trying to dress herself and make the bed at the same time. The sound of the doorbell ringing startled her, and she hadn't dried her hair. "Son of a . . ." Wynne scowled as she ran a comb quickly through her short blonde locks.

"Coming," she called out as she raced down the staircase slipping and almost falling as she ran. She was gasping by the time she answered the door. "Hi," she managed to choke out as her eyes widened with delight. Paige was leaning against the doorway dressed in a short bead black dress that hugged the leggy brunette in all the right places, holding a single red rose in her hand. "Wow," Wynne gasped as her body quivered from the sight standing before her. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," Paige responded with a brilliant smile as she handed the flushed blonde the rose. "So do you," Paige said softly before she brushed her lips lightly across the blonde's.

Wynne felt giddy as she stepped aside and allowed her guest to enter the room. She inhaled the rose's fragrance as she watched the sway of Paige's hips as she walked into the room. 'My God I'm the luckiest woman in the world.' She gleefully mused as she kicked the door shut.

Paige seemed a little nervous as she turned to face the smaller woman. "In a bit of a hurry?" She teased as she brushed Wynne's damp locks from her brow.

"Surgery went late," Wynne blew out. "Have a seat and I'll get us something to drink."

Wynne was grinning like an idiot after she had retreated into the kitchen and poured each of them a glass of wine. She felt a spark as their fingers lightly touched when she handed the brunette her glass. She placed her own glass down onto the coffee table and went about lighting a fire in the fireplace. "I heard that the surgery went longer than expected. I checked in on Robin before I came over," Paige explained as Wynne started the fire. "Poor kid was so nervous about the surgery; I just had to check on her. I'm glad that you convinced her and her parents to go through with it."

"Well it is never easy facing surgery," Wynne explained as she joined her date on the sofa. "At her age it is down right frightening. I think she was more afraid of not being able to play again. But everything looks good and she should be back on first base by next season. I think it helped when I explained to her and her parents that I went through the same thing when I was in college."

"What?" Paige gasped as she captured the blonde's hand and held it tightly as she stroked her thumb across the back.

"College," Wynne shrugged. "Only I never got to play again."

"I know you made the team your freshman year," Paige supplied. "Every time our teams played against one another I was a mess. Thankfully, we were never on the court at the same time."

"I know," Wynne laughed. "My second year I was doubled teamed during a game against Ohio State and that was it. I couldn't play again and lost my scholarship. Thank goodness for my grandmother she picked up my tuition since my parents were still being boneheads. But in a way it was good thing. Going through surgery and the rehab helped my parents and I mend some fences. Plus after seeing the good and bad side of medicine I decided that this is what I want to do."

"I always knew you were an amazing woman," Paige said seductively as she drew the smaller woman in closer. Wynne was amazed at how natural it was to fall into Paige's embrace and allow the brunette to kiss her senseless. Her body was burning with an aching need as the kiss deepened and their hands began to wander. "Hmm," Paige murmured as the kiss came to an end.

"Dinner is ready," Wynne sighed as she lifted her body away from the brunette's warm inviting form. Paige pouted as Wynne helped her to her feet.

After dinning by candlelight they were snuggled up on the sofa enjoying the feel of the fire and the other's hands caressing their body while jazz played softly in the background. Soft promising kisses soon escalated into a fiery passion. "Truth or dare Wynne?" Paige murmured as the blonde's mouth feasted upon her neck.

"Truth," Wynne panted as she looked up into her lover's eyes, smiling knowing that Paige wanted this night to be what she wanted.

"Is this what you want?" Paige teased her as she ran the tip of her finger along the blonde's jaw and down her neck until she was gently caressing the valley between Wynne's breasts.

"Yes," Wynne firmly responded as she cast a smoldering gaze over at her soon to be lover. "Truth or dare Paige?" She asked as her hand caressed the brunette's thigh, her fingers dipping slightly below the hem of Paige's dress.

"Truth," Paige moaned as she cupped the smaller woman's breast.

"Do you want me to make love to you?" Wynne offered as she felt Paige's eyes burning into her making her feel exposed.

"Yes," Paige answered sincerely as her thumb teased the blonde's nipple through her blouse. "Take me to bed," She added in a sultry tone that seared Wynne's soul.

Wynne took her lover by the hand and led her slowly up the staircase savoring each step in nervous anticipation of what was to come. "Sorry about the mess," She murmured apologetically as she guided the brunette into her bedroom.

"I only care about you," Paige vowed hotly in the blonde's ear as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman from behind. "You're all I can think about."

Wynne whimpered as she leaned into Paige's body as the brunette's lips caressed the nape of her neck. She released a groan as she felt a tiny nip on her sensitive neck while her lover's hands roamed across her stomach. Her eyes fluttered shut as she reached behind them and fondled Paige's backside.

Paige began to suckle her earlobe while her hands busied themselves with the buttons on the blonde's blouse. "I love you," the brunette said in a hushed tone before dipping her tongue in Wynne's ear. The blonde cried out from the sensation as she felt her blouse being opened and Paige's hands wandering across her skin.

Wynne turned in her lover's embrace and captured Paige's face in her hands. "I love you too," she confessed. "I find myself wondering if you ever left my heart. It belongs to you. I belong to you."

"Wynne I never thought I would feel this way again," Paige confessed. "I need to touch you to show you that my heart belongs to you."

Wynne drew her lover closer as they lingered for a brief moment before their lips met and they became lost in the passionate kiss. Wynne suckled her lover's lip as her hands glided up the curve of the brunette's body. As her tongue slipped into the warmth of Paige's mouth she slowly lowered the zipper on the brunette's dress.

Wynne lowered the dress down Paige's shoulders as she felt her blouse drifting down her arms. Their tongues battled for dominance as they stumbled towards the bed never breaking the heart-stopping kiss as they moved across the room.

Paige's body lowered as the brunette kicked off her shoes while Wynne slipped her hands under the hem of her dress. The blonde moaned into her lover's mouth as the feel of Paige's nylon covered ass greeted her hands. "My God woman don't you own any underwear?" Wynne panted as she massaged her lover's bottom.

Paige simply chuckled wryly in response as her hands caressed the blonde's rib cage. Wynne lowered the brunette down onto her queen size bed as Paige removed the blonde's blouse and dropped it onto the floor. Wynne climbed up and straddled her lover's lap as the brunette's hands cupped her breasts. Wynne trembled as Paige's tongue traced the lacy border of the blonde's bra.

Wynne's thighs tightened against her lover's hips as she felt her bra slipping from her body. She could hear Paige's soft moans of pleasure as the brunette nestled her face between the blonde's breasts while she teased her nipples with the palms of her hands. Wynne's entire body clenched as she felt her nipple's puckering against her lover's touch.

She arched her body lacing her fingers through Paige's long raven tresses as her lover's tongue flickered across her nipple. Wynne couldn't resist grinding her clit against her lover's stomach. Paige suckled her greedily as Wynne lowered the brunette's dress even lower. She moved away slightly so she could lower the black dress until it was pooled around her lover's waist.

Wynne ran her fingers along Paige's broad shoulders and down her arms. The tips of her fingers tingled as she felt Paige's skin trembling beneath her touch. Her lover's breathing was becoming labored as Wynne reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The blonde took her time as she slipped the garment from her lover's body. Her eyes absorbed the sight of Paige's body slowly being revealed to her.

She cast the garment across the room. She trembled as their nipples brushed against the other's skin as they became locked in a sensual kiss. As the kiss deepened Wynne lowered her lover down onto the bed as Paige lowered the zipper on the blonde's pants. Wynne could feel her jeans being tugged down to her thighs and Paige's insistent hands cupping her ass.

Wynne's mouth drifted along her lover's jaw and down her neck as Paige lowered the blonde's underwear so she could fill her hands with Wynne's firm round flesh. Paige massaged the blonde's backside as Wynne's body swayed against the brunette's. Paige gasped as Wynne began to feast upon her firm full breasts.

Wynne wiggled her body so Paige could lower her pants and underwear even further down her body while she teased the brunette's erect nipples with her tongue. Wynne's clit was pulsating as she felt her lover's fingers dipping into her wetness and gliding along her swollen sex.

"Oh Baby I need to see you naked," Wynne panted against her lover's skin.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Paige groaned in agreement as her fingers continued exploring the blonde's glistening passion.

Paige whimpered as Wynne slipped away from her touch. "Ssh," Wynne reassured her as she guided her lover further up the bed. Paige reclined against the soft pillows as Wynne slowly undressed her lover. The blonde touched and tasted every inch of her lover's body as she removed her clothing.

She ran her tongue along the brunette's calves and the back of her knees until her lover rolled away from her touch. "My turn," Paige instructed her as she wiggled her finger to beckon her lover to join her. Wynne blushed as she reclined next to the beautiful woman who began to tenderly caress her body. Wynne shuddered as Paige's hands slowly caressed her skin and removed her entangled clothing.

Finally free from all barriers the couple wrapped their arms around each other. Their hands continued a soft gentle exploration as each of them slipped a thigh between their lover's legs. Each of them moaned at the wetness that greeted their flesh. Rocking slowly as they clung to one another they further fueled the fire burning inside of them.

Kissing deeply as their hands slipped between their bodies they parted one another and explored the warm wet passion that greeted their touch. Their clits brushed lightly as they swayed against one another. Each of them slipped inside her lover. Gently they stroked and teased one another as their bodies melted together.

Their pace intensified as they plunged in and out of each other while their bodies became one. Wynne rolled her lover onto her back as she reeled from the sensations of Paige's fingers gliding in and out of her as the brunette's thumb circled her throbbing nub. Wynne mirrored her lover's action as the room filled with the sounds of their passion.

They cried out promising words of love as they climaxed against each other. Trembling and heaving they continued to pleasure one another as the bed creaked beneath the wild rhythm of their bodies. Wynne didn't allow her body to subside as she licked her way down Paige's long lean form. The brunette eagerly opened herself up to the blonde's touch as Wynne blew a warm breath through her lover's glistening triangle.

She ran her tongue slowly along the slick folds, her senses reeling from the taste of her lover's desire as she plunged her tongue deep inside of the brunette. Paige cried out her name as Wynne used her tongue to stroke her lover. She slipped her tongue from the warm cocoon and began to suckle Paige's throbbing nub.

She drank from her lover as she cast a loving gaze up along Paige's trembling body. The brunette's piercing blue eyes were filled with love as she gazed down at the blonde nestled between her thighs.

Wynne murmured with pleasure as she buried herself deeper inside the woman she loved driving her closer to the edge as Paige's wetness painted her skin. She cupped her lover's ass and drew her in deeper as she felt Paige's body tightening against her face. Her heart soared as she felt her lover exploding against her.

After the brunette's body stilled Wynne found herself being treated to the same exquisite attention. She gripped the bedding as she watched her lover feasting upon her until her world exploded. They were unable to curb their passion as they made love well into the morning.

Wynne nestled against her lover's body once they had finally climbed under the blankets. "Truth or dare?" She purred as she listened to the steady beating of her lover's heart.

"Dare." Paige sighed contently as she ran her fingers through the blonde's hair.

"Stay with me?" Wynne shyly asked.

"Forever," Paige promised.

The End

Blissful Surrender

(Truth Or Dare Part Two)

By Mavis Applewater

August 2003

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.

As always this is for Heather.

*****

Paige smiled still half asleep and nestled against Wynne's body. Paige caressed Wynne's naked back; the blonde wasn't simply nestled against her she was draped over Paige. The brunette didn't mind being trapped beneath her lover. Instead she blissfully enjoyed the feel of their bodies pressing together as Wynne's heart beat in sync with her own. Paige kept her eyelids tightly shut as she inhaled the tantalizing aroma of Wynne's skin, hair, and their mingled passion.

Paige's smile grew brighter as her hands drifted from Wynne's back and down along the supple curves of her body. Paige's mind pleaded for just a few more moments of uninterrupted bliss as her body became aware that it was time for her to get up. She simply wanted to make time stand still and remain locked in a warm embrace with her lover. After almost a decade they were, finally, truly reunited and Paige never wanted to let go.

Yet as the weight of Wynne's body pushed against her bladder her body began to scream for freedom and for its morning infusion of caffeine Paige was finally forced to open her eyes. She suppressed a chuckle as tufts of wild blonde hair greeted her. As she shifted in an effort to extract herself she could feel Wynne's hold tightening. She peered down to find that her lover was still fast asleep. Step one, she realized, was to free herself from Wynne's tight holding. She had forgotten what a snuggle bunny the small blonde was.

As Paige managed to slip from Wynne's grasp without awakening the smaller woman she said a silent prayer that Wynne's morning persona wasn't still overly vibrant and perky. Paige dashed off to the bathroom and took care of her needs. She slipped back into the bedroom, and found Wynne wrapped up in a sheet with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Oh I know that look," Paige cautioned her as she began to look for her clothing.

"Come back to bed," Wynne beckoned her.

"Can't," Wynne muttered with regret.

"Still not a morning person?" Wynne teased her as she wiggled her finger calling her lover over. "If I make you some coffee will you come back to bed?"

"Hmm," Paige purred tempted by the sight of Wynne's body only slightly concealed by the sheet that was draped over her body. "I'm sorry," She grumbled out her apology as she began to dress.

"Oh?" Wynne murmured as her face darkened slightly.

Paige crossed over to her lover quickly and climbed up onto the bed, the disappointed look on her lover's face tugging at her heart. "Oh baby," She cooed as she brushed Wynne's hair out of her eyes. "I don't want to go," She tried to explain. "Bruce is all alone and is probably climbing the walls right about now."

"The puppy," Wynne gasped with embarrassment. "I forgot all about him."

"Trust me my overgrown baby is the only reason I'm leaving your bed," Paige vowed.

"For a brief moment when I woke up alone," Wynne stammered as she turned beet red.

"I know what you thought," Paige reassured her as she cupped her face. "We're not kids anymore and I certainly didn't endure the past few months of frustration just to bolt the morning after."

"I was being silly," Wynne said as she leaned into Paige's touch.

"Given our past I can understand your concerns," Paige asserted before kissing her lover. The simple kiss quickly turned passionate as Paige lowered Wynne down onto the bed. "Ugh," She grumbled as she forced herself to pull away from Wynne. "If I don't go now, Bruce is going to do something very nasty."

"Go," Wynne nudged her playfully after stealing another kiss.

"Not before I tell you how incredible last night was," Paige's voice dropped slightly as she felt her body warming from the memory. "I'm glad we found one another again."

"So am I," Wynne smiled brightly. "Now get out of here before I ravish you."

Paige hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to reject Wynne's offer. Before she had a chance to close the front door of the townhouse that she was subletting Bruce knocked her over and demanded attention. "I'm sorry," She pleaded as the large dog licked her face. "Let Mommy up," She scolded the beast as she tried to free herself from his clutches. Once she was upright, Bruce circled around her legs and whimpered. "Come on Bruce," She pleaded as she tried to make her way up the staircase. "I need to get changed first. I can't walk you in this dress."

"We need a bigger place," She sighed after she walked Bruce and he almost knocked her over once again. Bruce clumped into the kitchen searching for his morning meal as she followed behind him checking her home for any damage. "Good boy," She scratched his head when she discovered that he had somehow managed to contain his outrage at being left alone all night. The telephone rang just as she was reaching for Bruce's bowl. "Now what?" She grumbled. Thinking that the call might be from Wynne she picked up without checking the caller ID.

"Where have you been?" Her mother demanded. It was then that Paige noticed the message light flashing. She had thirteen messages, all of which she assumed were from her mother.

"I went out last night," Paige sighed with exasperation. The tall brunette's father had passed away eighteen months ago. Suddenly her mother, who she had thought was a very independent woman, needed her attention constantly. It was the reason Paige moved back home. Paige wanted to be closer to her mother after they both endured the loss of her father, but now her mother's dependency on her grew more and more neurotic every day.

"I've been calling you all night," Her mother chastised her. "When did you get in?"

Paige blushed as she felt a strange sense of déjà vu encompassing her. "I told you I had a date with Wynne last night," She tried to explain without going into detail. Despite the fact that Paige was well past the age of consent she really didn't want to go into the gory details with her mother.

"Just what time did you get in from your evening?" Her mother accused her.

"Oh boy," Paige muttered under her breath. She had hoped that perhaps she and Wynne could get together later, now she was certain that her mother was going to need some extra attention. "Mom I'm an adult."

She was grinding her jaw as she listened to the silence on the other end of the telephone. She waited to see if her mother was simply going to ignore what had obviously happened the night before as she almost always did. "The upstairs bathroom sink is dripping again," Her mother finally informed her gruffly. "I couldn't sleep a wink with all the noise."

"I will be over in a little while," Paige promised knowing that it wasn't a dripping sink that kept her mother awake all night. Maude Bowers hadn't slept for more than a few hours since the night her husband collapsed in the living room.

"When?" Her mother's voice grew small as she pleaded with her oldest child.

"I need to feed Bruce and get cleaned up," Paige patiently explained as she inhaled the stink emanating from her body. She had morning breath, was covered in dog drool and still smelled like sex. All in all not the condition she wanted to be in when she arrived at her parent's home. Bruce began to howl as Paige listened to the list of items her mother wanted her to pick up on her way over.

"Sorry boy," Paige apologized to the dark head that was buried deep inside his bowl. She wouldn't be able to take him with her since his massive size unnerved her mother. After she showered Bruce raced after her in an effort to join her on her journey. She apologized once again as he looked up at her with sad brown eyes. Paige felt like a monster for having to abandon her baby for the second time in twenty-four hours.

Paige climbed into her SUV. She had simply wanted to bask in the joy of a long over due after glow, but instead she was running all over town picking up Dr. Scholl's pads and toothpicks for her mother. Just as she retrieved the last item on her mother's lengthy list she was back on the road heading towards her childhood home.

As she crawled through the weekend traffic her cell phone chirped to life. Certain that it was her Mother wondering where she was she answered it without checking to see who it was. "Yes," She answered with a heavy sigh.

"Hello beautiful," Wynne's deep voice greeted her sending a delightful thrill up and down her spine. 'It is not fair that she can do this to me just by saying hello,' Paige thought as her body continued to shiver.

"Hi," She managed to squeak out.

"Are you driving?" Wynne asked with concern.

"Yeah," Paige blew out. "I'm on my way to my mother's."

"Do me a favor and hang up and call me back after you've arrived," Wynne requested timidly.

"No problem," Paige agreed knowing that her lover had spent several hours in surgery the other day trying to help put someone together after they used their car as a phone booth.

She pulled into the driveway of her mother's home and dialed Wynne's number before she even turned off the engine. "I miss you," Paige confessed the moment Wynne's voice greeted her.

"I miss you too," Wynne sighed.

"This is not the way I wanted to spend my day," Paige grumbled as she noticed her mother peeking through the living room curtains.

"Your Mom needs you," Wynne reminded her.

"I know," Paige conceded.

"If you are done visiting early enough come on by and bring the puppy," Wynne suggested.

"Really?" Paige gushed.

"Yeah really," Wynne answered her brightly. Paige could feel her lover smiling.

"I will see you later," Paige said before ending the conversation. As much as she wanted to keep talking to Wynne the constant peeking from the living room window was making her crazy.

The day spent with her mother proved to be an exercise in control. She ended up staying late into the evening until it was time for her mother to go to bed. As she tucked her mother in for the night, she wondered just when their roles had been reversed? She did manage to avoid spending the night, even though her mother practically begged her. Bruce wouldn't be able to spend another night alone and there was just no way she could spend the night. Her mother seemed to accept her explanation after Paige agreed to take her shopping the following morning.

Normally Paige really enjoyed spending time with her family. Yet since her father's sudden death her mother seemed to have become completely helpless. It didn't help that Paige's younger brothers seemed incapable or unwilling to help with the situation that was rapidly growing out of control.

It began the night Robert Bowers extinguished his after dinner cigar, a habit that infuriated both his doctor and his wife. He stood and said good night to his wife of almost thirty years, and kissed her on the cheek as she worked on her crossword puzzle. He never made it across the room. Suddenly he clutched his chest and collapsed. The doctors and paramedics assured the family that he didn't suffer. Paige was the only one who understood why; her father was dead before he hit the floor.

It was a small comfort to Paige who was on the other side of the country at the time. Despite the fact that she was in California and her brothers lived across town from their parents, Paige was the one who had been called upon to handle the arrangements and her mother's hysteria. She didn't question her role; she simply caught the first plane heading east and took over. Jerome and Noah, her younger brothers, happily allowed her to take the reins.

For whatever reason, perhaps because she was the oldest or most responsible, the running of the family's affairs fell upon Paige's weary shoulders. She moved back home and rented a townhouse that was near her childhood home. It made the commute into Boston during the week difficult, but she needed to be close to her mother. She had assumed, at the time, it was just until her mother adjusted to her new life.

Sadly instead of dealing with her loss her mother seemed to be retreating deeper within herself. At fifty-five she was the first one amongst her close circle of friends to be widowed. Paige could see that her mother suddenly felt like an outsider. It was a concept that the tall brunette was very familiar with. It also caused her to lean on her daughter more and more.

Paige was not complaining. She was just afraid that her mother was losing her sense of self and becoming old before her time. Paige was suddenly torn between her obligations. There was her mother whom she was devoted to, her practice, which she loved, Bruce her beloved lab who would only put up with being ignored for so long, and then, of course, there was her blossoming relationship with Wynne.

The blonde surgeon was her first love and now they had a second chance. But her mother needed her and Wynne lived close to the city. Paige was wondering just how long she could maintain the juggling act before someone was dropped?

Adding to the brunette's troublesome burden was that Paige suddenly became her mother's escort for every social event. Next weekend it was her second cousin Debbie's wedding, who in Paige's opinion was much too young to be getting married. Her brothers had already declined to attend the wedding of the young cousin they barely knew, sticking Paige with the responsibility. The event was just far enough away that it would take up her entire weekend. It would mean another weekend away from Wynne and their new relationship.

"The boys and I are going to have a long talk," Paige vowed as she entered the darkened townhouse. She looked around thinking that it was much to quiet. "Bruce?" She called out fearfully as she flipped on the lights. "Oh man," She practically bellowed as she discovered one of the sofa cushions torn to shreds. "Where are you?" She demanded as she began her search for the furry offender. She discovered Bruce nestled in her walk in closet happily devouring her favorite pair of shoes.

After she gave Bruce an exhaustive lecture, which he didn't even have the good manners to look guilty about, she was forced to call Wynne and cancel. She was too exhausted to drive all the way over towards the city and she still had a mess to clean up. Plus she had to drive back in the morning so she could take her mother shopping. They made plans to meet for lunch on Monday at the hospital.

She had to admit Wynne was really understanding about the sudden cancellation. "I wonder how much longer she will be this understanding." Paige pondered aloud as she entered her bedroom and discovered Bruce sprawled out across her bed. "Down," She instructed him as Bruce simply looked up at her with sad dark eyes. "Okay," She gave in just like she always did. "I don't know what I should do Bruce?" She mused as she began to get ready for bed. "I can't expect Wynne to keep hanging around. It only took you one night to turn on me. Now that sleepovers are a part of our relationship this is just going to get harder."

The mall was a tortuous experience for Paige. She never liked the mall, even when she was a teenager. She would usually lag behind the others while Wynne and Fran explored every nook and cranny of each and every store. Upon arriving that morning Paige felt a sense of relief when her mother produced a list of items. A list in Paige's mind was a good thing, it meant no lingering, no window-shopping, you just get what you need and get out. By three in the afternoon she realized that she was mistaken. She was also tired, hungry, cranky and missing Wynne.

Paige was just about to voice her objections when Mrs. Burkett spotted them. She hadn't seen the older blonde since her father's funeral. Wynne didn't attend, but she did send a lovely arrangement of flowers and visited her mother one afternoon when Paige was out. Paige had always been touched by the gesture despite the fact that back then she and Wynne hadn't spoken to one another since the night of that horrible holiday party Fran had thrown.

Paige shivered as Mrs. Burkett and her mother chatted away. She became lost in the memory of the horrible words she had used when she and Wynne began to argue.

"Huh?" She stammered when she realized that Mrs. Burkett was speaking to her.

"I was just saying that I heard you were back," Mrs. Burkett explained. "In fact I've been hearing a great deal about you lately."

"Really?" Her mother said curiously as Paige rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to explain to her mother that of course Mrs. Burkett had heard she was in town, since Mrs. Burkett was Wynne's mother.

"Good things I hope," Paige offered politely knowing that the Burkett's weren't very comfortable with Wynne's sexuality.

"Very good things," Mrs. Burkett responded with a friendly smile.

They chatted for a while longer. Paige was stunned when Mrs. Burkett extended a dinner invitation. She was even more stunned when her own mother politely declined. Later that night Paige could feel the argument brewing just beneath the surface all through dinner. "I just don't understand why you turned down her invitation?" Paige pressed as they cleaned up the dinner dishes. She knew she was playing with fire, but she had to get her mother back out into the world.

"I didn't feel like it," Her mother snapped. "I'm surprised that she invited the both of us."

"I'm dating her daughter why wouldn't she?" Paige snapped in response.

"They don't know that," Her mother argued.

"Yes they do," Paige corrected her. "I know Wynne told them. Just like I told you. So what is bothering you all of sudden? You never seemed to have a problem with my sexuality before. I mean I know you're not doing cartwheels or anything, but all of sudden it is like you don't want to talk about my life. Was it easier when I lived on the other side of the country, and it was just an abstract idea? Or is it Wynne?"

"Well I don't really know the girl," Her mother hedged.

"What are you talking about?" Paige shouted not meaning to yell, but she couldn't restrain herself. "You've known Wynne all of her life. And I seem to recall that you and Dad spent a lot of time with her parents," It was then Paige realized the problem. "Mom I miss him too, but you can't stop living."

"Paige," Her mother cautioned her. Paige sighed knowing that for now the conversation was over.

Paige was still troubled with her concerns the following day. It bugged her that neither her mother nor brothers seemed to understand that she was in a relationship. It was as if Wynne's gender nullified the validity of their relationship, and because her brothers were married to women it was all right for them not to spend time with their mother. Paige was fuming by the time she went down to the cafeteria. She and Wynne had agreed to just meet there in case one or the other was held up with a patient.

She managed to secure a table and was stabbing her salad violently as she pondered what she should do about her mother. She had just rediscovered Wynne and didn't want to have to give up what they had. But more and more it looked like that was what was going to happen if she couldn't get her mother back out in the world.

"What did it do?" Wynne's voice stirred her out of her turmoil.

Paige almost laughed when she looked down at the mess she had made of her lunch.

"Sorry," She apologized as Wynne sat down across from her. "Long weekend."

"Want to talk about it?" Wynne offered as Paige slumped down in her seat.

"I missed you," Paige confessed.

"I missed you too," Wynne added sincerely as she smiled over at the distraught brunette. "I hear you had to go the mall."

"Your mom told you?" Paige couldn't help smiling completely captivated by the gleam in her lover's eyes.

"Yes," Wynne confirmed. "She was a little disappointed your mom declined dinner. She's been trying for some time to get her out."

"Everyone has," Paige groaned. "I don't understand it. She just can't seem to be around other couples anymore."

"Can't be easy for her," Wynne suggested.

"I know but if she doesn't break out of her funk, I am afraid I am going to lose her too," Paige choked out. "I'm a mess. I can't spend time with you, my brothers are no help, and Bruce is acting up."

Paige pushed her lunch aside as she watched Wynne's eyes dimming slightly. "I've been thinking about that since you left the other morning," Wynne began as Paige felt her chest tighten. She hadn't expected her lover to end things so quickly. "I think I have a solution."

"Fine," Paige grunted fully expecting Wynne to drop her since things were getting complicated.

"I understand that you need to be close to your mother," Wynne slowly began. "But during the week she understands that you need to be at the hospital."

"Uh huh," Paige responded trying to grasp the situation.

"And on the weekends you spend most of your time with your mom," Wynne continued with a nervous smile. "What if during the week, if we are going to spend time together, you and Bruce stay at my place. You'll be closer to work and I have a much bigger yard where your wonder puppy can play all day long. And if we make plans on a weekend I stay at your place. That way I can help with your mom. Maybe between the two of us and my parents we can get her out and about a little more. I'm not talking about moving in together, just spending more time together."

Paige was shocked at how simple the suggestion was. It would help solve most of her problems, providing she made it clear to her bone head siblings that certain nights during the week they had to visit their mother and Paige was unavailable. "It is perfect," Paige blurted out. "I'll have a long talk with my brothers."

"Great," Wynne beamed proudly. "So why don't we start this weekend?"

"I can't," Paige grumbled. "I'm going to this wedding in New Hampshire with my mother."

"What day?" Wynne asked as Paige admired her.

"Late on Saturday," Paige answered curious to see where this was going.

"Not a problem," Wynne smirked once again. "How about after work on Friday, I come over and we eat in? Then on Saturday you go to the wedding and I'll look after Bruce. We can spend Sunday with your Mom or maybe invite her and my folks out for brunch?"

"You are simply amazing," Paige congratulated her lover who was looking mighty pleased with herself.

"So what do you want to do now?" Wynne began. "A game of truth or dare?"

Paige choked on her ice tea as a blush covered her face. "Jerk," She choked out as Wynne simply wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

That night Paige summoned her brothers to her home and sat them down for a long over due talk. She explained in great detail that she was tired of seeing their wives more than she saw either of them at their mother's home. She resorted to calling them selfish bastards when they began to grouse about her needing one or two nights a week to be with her lover. Then she played her trump card. 'She is going to die if she doesn't start living again, this isn't what Dad would have wanted,' she flatly explained and finally they understood the gravity of the situation.

The following Friday night Paige was in her kitchen preparing a simple dinner as she waited for her lover to come over. She felt good about being so open with both of their families about the relationship. It was something they had missed out on the first time around. When they were teenagers they had to hide what they were doing and how they felt about one another. It hadn't been easy on either of them since at that age they were walking and talking hormones. It was amazing to her that they had never been caught since they couldn't keep their hands off of one another.

She blushed as she recalled one night when Wynne came over to study. Paige was consumed with desire from the moment she shut the door to her bedroom. She didn't give Wynne a chance to set her books down when she pinned the small girl against the wall and began an assault on her lips. Wynne didn't resist Paige's urgent advances; instead she gave into them willingly.

Paige could still taste the way Wynne's skin tasted as she feasted upon her neck. She pinned the blonde's hands above her head with one hand while she lowered the zipper on her jeans with the other. She could still recall how wet Wynne was as she rode urgently against Paige's touch. She could still feel Wynne's hot breath whispering in her ear that she belonged to Paige.

Paige was blushing when she heard the doorbell ringing. She looked down at the frying pan that contained nothing but burnt remnants of what should have been their dinner. She shut of the stove and rushed over to the front door.

She flung the door open and yanked the unsuspecting Wynne inside. She didn't give the blonde a chance to put her travel bag down before she pinned her against the wall. She kicked the front door closed as she captured Wynne in a fiery kiss. "Dinner is ruined," Paige grunted as she began to lower Wynne's pants.

"Who cares," Wynne moaned in response as she yanked Paige's shirt out of her pants.

"I need you," Paige growled as she parted her lover's thighs with her knee.

"I'm yours," Wynne vowed as Paige brushed the blonde's wandering hands aside.

Paige was on fire as she pulled Wynne's shirt up to her chin. She released a tiny moan as she traced the swell of the blonde's breast with her fingers. Her hands drifted lower and lower as Wynne squirmed against the wall. It had only been one week since the last time they had touched, yet Paige felt like a starving animal and only Wynne could sate her needs.

Paige ran her tongue along the valley of Wynne's breasts as her fingers dragged along the elastic band of the blonde's panties. Frustrated by the need to feel more she clutched the edges of her lover's underwear and pushed them down until they met her pants that were still clinging to her hips.

As she suckled one of the blonde's nipples through the material of her bra her fingers brushed against the damp curls. The abundance of desire that greeted her touch sent a thrill up Paige's spine. She ran the tips of her fingers along the swollen lips as she nibbled on the blonde's nipple. Spreading her fingers into a vee she parted her lover as Wynne pleaded with her. Paige brushed her thumb against Wynne's throbbing clit as the blonde's body thrust against her touch. "Oh God Paige," Wynne panted urgently as the brunette pressed against the opening of her center.

Wynne's hips rocked forward in an effort to capture Paige's long fingers deep inside of her. Paige's mouth blazed a trail up to Wynne's neck as she slipped inside of her. She could feel Wynne's body tighten against her touch. Wynne cried out as Paige slipped deeper inside of her. Paige's body was reeling as her lover begged her for release and the blonde's desire filled her touch. She plunged in and out of the blonde's wetness as Wynne's grip on her body tightened.

Paige pressed her entire body against Wynne's thrusting form as she drove her closer to the edge. Paige's body shuddered as she followed her lover into a blissful surrender.

"Should I ask what this about?" Wynne whispered against her skin.

"Hmm," Paige sighed. "I took a little trip down memory lane and ended up burning dinner."

"Well then why don't we go upstairs and relive a few more memories?" Wynne suggested with a soft purr.

Paige had almost nodded off during the wedding ceremony and reception. She was tired and famished. She blushed each time her stomach growled knowing that she hadn't had a thing to eat since the afternoon before. It was the reason why she passed on food that was at the root of the crimson shade she was sporting. She and her lover had relived every sexual encounter from their brief teenage romance up until it was time for Paige to drag her body out of bed and get ready for the wedding.

Now that her mother was safely tucked into bed Paige was anxious to see her lover again and tell her about the ruckus that broke up the wedding reception. "Hey there," Wynne greeted her from the sofa. Paige smiled at the way the blonde's feet were propped up and Bruce's head was resting in Wynne's lap.

"Hi Honey," Paige beamed as she leaned against the sofa and stole a quick kiss. There was something about the domesticity of the situation that warmed her heart.

"How was the wedding?" Wynne asked as she tried to push Bruce aside.

"He is comfortable you'll need a crow bar to get him off of you," Paige chuckled. "The wedding was really nice, and mom really lightened up. She is looking forward to brunch tomorrow."

"Great," Wynne smiled as she struggled to get out from under Bruce. "You're back early?"

"I'll tell you about that after you tell me how your day went," Paige teased as Wynne was forced to climb up the back of the sofa in order to escape from Bruce.

"Oh me and wonder lab had a great day," Wynne explained as Paige took her by the hand and led her up the staircase. "Dad and I took him to the park. Mom never let him have a dog, so he's thrilled that I'm dating someone with a lab. And you're right Bruce is convinced that the squirrels are out to get him."

"Told you," Paige exclaimed as she led Wynne into her bedroom.

"So why are you back so early?" Wynne asked as she wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist. "Not that I am complaining," She added as her hands glided up along Paige's back and started to lower the zipper on her dress. Paige moaned in response as she felt her simple dress slipping down her broad shoulders.

"Well the reception broke up after the police arrived," Paige explained as her dress slipped to the floor.

"Don't you ever wear underwear?" Wynne asked in a sultry tone as she clasped Paige's naked hips.

"No," Paige chuckled as she relaxed into the feel of Wynne's hands running along her half naked body.

"So why did the cops show up?" Wynne asked as she slipped off the straps of Paige's bra.

"Well it seems that some of the guests decided that because one of the bars in the hotel was closed they could use it as a self service station," Paige explained as she felt her bra falling from her body. She brushed Wynne's short blonde locks from her brow.

"That can't be a good thing," Wynne sighed as Paige began to undress the smaller woman.

"The hotel manager finally complained and told them to stop," Paige continued her story as she slowly removed her lover's clothing. "Not a pretty sight since most of the guests causing the problem were teenaged boys."

"Right the bride and groom are only eighteen," Wynne sighed as she stepped out of her jeans that were pooled around her ankles.

"Uh huh," Paige sighed as Wynne lowered her down onto the bed. "The bride threw a fit and started throwing flowers, vases, and bottles at this poor guy. It escalated from there until she chased her new husband out to the parking lot and jumped on his back and started beating on the poor kid."

Wynne was laughing hysterically as she climbed up onto the bed. "What happened after that?"

"The manager called the cops," Paige laughed as she rolled over beside her lover. "The groom has decided that it will be safer to let his blushing bride spend their wedding night in jail. I don't think this marriage is going to last."

"Eighteen is just too young," Wynne agreed each of them frowning.

"We thought it was forever," Paige hesitantly responded.

"And it took us a lot of years and a lot of miles to get here," Wynne reassured her. "This is where I belong."

Paige felt her shy nature returning. "Hey," Wynne said softly as she tucked her fingers beneath the brunette's chin. Paige lifted her head to find Wynne's eyes filled with warmth and love.

"I love you," She professed in a soft voice.

"And I love you," Wynne vowed. "Last night was incredible. I really enjoyed reliving some very special moments in our life," Paige quirked her eyebrows curious as to why Wynne's eyes had suddenly darkened with desire. "Tonight what I want is to create some new memories. Actually I really want to spend years with you creating new memories. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Paige swallowed hard as she answered her lover's question. Her body tingling with expectation as her gaze drifted along each curve of Wynne's body. She worshiped the smaller woman's body with her eyes, as she felt Wynne mirroring her actions. They spent last evening lost in a haze of youthful need tonight was about sensuality. She felt as if Wynne was making love to her with her eyes.

Her body was reacting to Wynne's smoldering gaze as if she was touching her with her hands. Paige's body erupted with goose bumps as her nipples hardened. Her wetness flowed freely as she simply looked at her lover, neither of them moving, as their breathing grew ragged. Paige was fearful that she would erupt the instant their bodies touched.

Wynne cast a sly smirk over at her that made Paige's heart skip a beat. "Come here," Wynne commanded in a husky tone as Paige quivered in response. Wynne was careful not to touch her as she guided Paige up to the pillows and had her lean against the headboard. "Close your eyes," Wynne gently instructed her.

Paige could only nod in response as she complied with her lover's request. In the darkness she listened to the sounds of her lover shuffling about her bedroom and the constant hammering of her heart. She fought to calm her body as she heard the bed creak and felt the mattress sink beneath her lover's weight. She licked her lips as she forced herself to keep her eyes closed. "What?" She began as she felt something slipping over her closed eyelids.

"Ssh," Wynne's hot breath reassured her as she tied the soft material around the back of Paige's head.

Paige tried to open her eyes only to be greeted by darkness. She released a tiny gasp as she realized that her lover had blindfolded her. "Trust me," Wynne repeated her voice sending a delightful tremor through Paige's body.

"Always," Paige agreed as her fingers dug into the pillows that were beneath her. How could she not trust Wynne? The first time they were intimate the two of them were making out with their hands tied behind their backs, and they were being watched by three other women. And still they gave into their carnal desires.

She could feel the heat of Wynne's body hovering above her. She released a whimper as she felt her lover's pert nipples brushing against her skin. She was ready to cry out and beg Wynne to touch her when she felt her lover's tongue running along the nape of her neck. "Don't touch me," Wynne softly murmured.

Paige was panting heavily as her mind and body objected to Wynne's instructions. Her back arched as she felt her lover's soft touch just below her breasts. Damp curls brushed against her abdomen as Wynne's fingers traced the swell of her breasts. Paige dug her nails deeper into the pillows she was gripping as Wynne's fingers continued to glide along her breasts without touching her nipples.

She felt intoxicated as she heard the bed creak and felt Wynne's thighs straddling her body. She growled in frustration, as her lover's body remained a hair breath away from her own.

She cried out as she felt Wynne's thumbs lightly grazing her nipples. "Please," She whimpered as she felt Wynne's breath in her ear. Cocooned in the darkness she was lost in the light sounds and gentle touches. Her clit was pulsating in a demanding rhythm as Wynne's tongue traced her earlobe before dipping inside.

As Wynne began feasting upon Paige's neck the brunette felt her breasts being captured by two tiny hands. Much too soon she felt Wynne's hands slipping from her sensitive breasts and gliding down the front of her body. In the darkness she felt Wynne's hands and mouth teasing her skin. Her body prickled with excitement as she felt her body being guided lower.

She was lying on her back amazed at how she could feel Wynne's nearness without seeing or feeling her touch. She almost jumped when Wynne's hands returned to her body. The blonde slowly ran the tips of her fingers along Paige's shoulders then down her arms, up along the curve of her hips, slowly along the swell of her breasts, then down the front of her body.

She reached up in the darkness, seeking out her lover's body, only to have her hands brushed aside. She felt Wynne's desire brushing against her hip as her lover's body gently caressed her own. Wynne's fingers ran through her hair and along her neck as Paige felt their skin meeting. Wynne's nipples brushed against her skin as she captured Paige in a lingering kiss.

In the darkness she gave herself over to Wynne's touch as they kissed and the blonde caressed her body. Paige was on fire as she felt her lover's tongue circling her nipples and a small hand slipping between their bodies. She allowed Wynne to part her thighs with her knee. Then she moaned deeply as she felt her slick folds being parted. Unable to see her body knew Wynne's touch, as the blonde's mouth feasted upon her breasts and her fingers slipped inside her wetness.

She could feel Wynne's lips, teeth and tongue pleasuring her as their clits met in a fiery embrace. She was clinging to her lover as their bodies rocked gently against one another. She could feel her lover's wetness flowing with her own as they fell into a steady rhythm. She felt the beating of Wynne's heart and clit mirroring her own demanding rhythm. She needed more and her lover seemed determined to keep the pace slow. "Please," She pleaded as she felt her lover's kisses drifting down her body. Every inch of her flesh was on fire as she opened herself up to the feel of Wynne's breath caressing her thighs. She growled once again in frustration as she felt Wynne moving away.

"Roll over," Wynne's voice called out to her and Paige was helpless to refuse.

She turned onto her stomach and allowed her lover's hands to guide her up. Blindfolded she was now on her hands and knees, feeling her lover's presence lurking behind her. She felt her long hair being brushed away from her neck. She could feel Wynne's mouth now teasing the exposed area as the blonde's hands gently ran up along the sides of her body. As she felt the warmth of Wynne's mouth along her shoulder blades, she felt the blonde's hardened nipples brushing against her back.

Paige's hips jerked backward in a desperate need to feel more of her lover. She felt damp curls grazing against the flesh of her ass as Wynne's tongue glided down along her spine. It was too much for Paige to withstand as she felt her lover's hands and mouth caressing her ass. "Sweet Jesus you are trying to kill me," She protested. A wry chuckle and the feel of Wynne's tongue tracing the curve of her ass greeted her protest.

She heard Wynne moaning and she knew that her lover could taste what she was doing to her as the blonde's tongue slipped deeper inside of her. Paige gripped the bedding tightly as she felt Wynne's shoulders pressing against her thighs. She spread herself open even further as she begged her lover to take whatever she wanted.

She trembled with anticipation as she felt Wynne's hands cupping her backside and then slowly slipping her tongue along her wetness. Paige couldn't still her body as her lover's tongue plunged inside of her. Paige's hips thrust urgently against her lover as the blonde plunged deeper inside of her. Unable to see her lover her mind pictured the delightful image of Wynne nestled between her thighs.

Paige's body tightened as she neared the edge only to have Wynne's tongue retreat from her center. Paige was a mass of desire as she felt her lover's tongue licking and tasting her wetness until she was teasing the brunette's clit with the tip of her tongue. Once again Paige found herself hovering on the brink only to have Wynne withdraw. Paige's head fell forward as she felt her lover's body shifting.

She cried out as she felt Wynne's hands grasping her hips. Paige thrust against her lover's touch and cried out once again as Wynne's wetness greeted her own. The room was filled with grunts and heavy breathing as Wynne guided Paige's body. They ground against one another wildly. Paige begged her lover for release. "Yes," She screamed out as she felt her lover's fingers slipping inside of her. She begged for more as their bodies became one. Finally her body was granted release as they collapsed onto the bed. Once she could move and breathe on her own, Paige tore off the blindfold and rolled over.

She trapped Wynne's body beneath her own and began kissing the blonde passionately as she captured her clit between two of her fingers. She kissed and taunted her lover until she felt Wynne's body climaxing against her touch.

She tasted her wetness on her lover's lips as she stole another kiss. "I am really becoming fond of your ideas," She panted.

"Paige I want to spend years making new memories with you," Wynne vowed.

"Thank you," Paige choked out as her hands began to explore new memories.

The End