Henna Tattoo, Part Six

“Can I open my eyes now?”

Andrea smiled at her girlfriend standing there with her eyes closed. She pulled the tarp from the wall and looked at her masterpiece. Her heart started racing for two entirely different reasons. The first was the thrill of an artist completing a project. The mural she had created on the burnt out wall was better than she could have expected. The henna border looked like it belonged on skin, the colors and patterns perfect. The interior portion of the painting was finally finished, and she was ready to reveal it to Michelina, which was the other reason her heart was racing.

God, I hope she likes it, Andrea thought, chewing on her lip.

“Yeah, you can open them,” Andrea said, holding her breath.

Michelina opened her beautiful brown eyes and gasped. Her hand came to her mouth as she looked at the painstakingly detailed recreation of a photograph Emma had taken of her and Andrea in the center of the henna frame. They had their arms around each other, smiling and clearly in love.

The mural had been Andrea’s first attempt at painting a portrait this size. With a landscape or a still life, she could mess up or fudge the details of the painting and, as long as she didn’t hang the photograph next to it, no one was the wiser. With a portrait, if she got a nose or the eyes wrong, it wouldn’t look like her and Michelina.

She had wanted to get it right, had kept pestering Emma for advice. Her stepsister had shown up one day, curious to see why Andrea kept calling her. Andrea’s face had been red as Emma just smiled at the emerging painting on the wall. She assured Andrea the portrait was beautiful, that she could easily recognize Andrea and Michelina. Before leaving, Emma had said, “You know, if you let Michelina see this, you’ll never be able to get rid of her.”

Andrea had hoped her step-sister was right. Now, as she watched Michelina’s reaction to the painting, she hoped it had the desired effect.

“Andrea,” Michelina said, tears in the corners of her eyes.

“Do you like it?” Andrea asked, anxiously.

“How could I not like it?” Michelina said, all but flying into Andrea’s arms, “it’s… beautiful. Like something out of a romantic movie.”

Andrea hugged the girl back, happy that she liked it. She loved the girl so much, wanted to do something big so Michelina would know just how much. Like the girl had said, Andrea had wanted it to be something out of a romantic movie.

“You are too much, Chica,” Michelina said, still squeezing Andrea.

“I just wanted everyone to know how much I love you,” Andrea said.

“I love it,” Michelina said, putting her arm around Andrea’s waist and turning to look at the wall, “I love you.”

“Are you still mad at me that we haven’t been here for a couple of weeks?” Andrea asked, smiling at the girl. To keep her surprise a surprise, she had insisted Michelina couldn’t visit their secret spot until she had finished filling in the middle of the painting. For two girls who could barely keep their hands off each other, it had been a long, long couple of weeks.

“I was never mad,” Michelina said, kissing her, “just horny.”

Laughing, Andrea said, “Let’s get the fire going and we’ll see if we can’t do something about that.”

Michelina looked at the wall a while longer, then smiled at Andrea, “Yeah, we better. You’ve got a lot of loving coming after this.”

Andrea had gathered some firewood her last trip here, so they made short work of the fire. With its flickering flames pushing back the chill in the air, Andrea unrolled the sleeping bag they had brought and left here. She spread it out on one of the lounge chairs Emma had brought here when this used to be her secret spot.

Turning, she saw Michelina already stripping out of her clothes. Andrea watched as Michelina tossed her shirt aside and unbuttoned her jeans, taking a moment to admire her half-naked girlfriend. As the girl kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her jeans, Andrea’s heart started beating faster. Before Michelina kissed her that first time, Andrea hadn’t been interested in the female form. She loved Michelina’s long, graceful legs; the flare of her hips; and the swell of her breasts; loved her smooth skin and long black hair; loved her limpid brown eyes and dazzling smile.

God, she is so beautiful, Andrea thought and not for the first time.

Michelina caught her looking and started smiling. In just her panties and bra, she came to Andrea, wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, she met Andrea’s eyes, said, “I love you, Chica.”

“I love you, too,” Andrea said, smiling affectionately.

“Then stop staring and get your clothes off,” Michelina said, playfully. Michelina let go of Andrea, stepping back.

Laughing, Andrea started undressing. She stepped out of her shoes, as she unbuttoned her jeans. Glancing at Michelina, she saw the girl was already naked. Her heart racing, Andrea shimmied out of her jeans and panties. In a hurry, she pulled her shirt up over her head and off. As she dropped it to the ground, she felt Michelina press against her, fumbling behind her to unhook her bra. The clasps popped free, and Michelina removed it.

“You were taking too long,” Michelina said, kissing her.

Andrea felt herself responding to the feel of Michelina in her arms, to the eagerness of the girl’s kiss. The passion they shared for each other hadn’t been dampened by the time apart. If anything, it burned even hotter.

They moved to the lounger, Andrea stretching out on her back at Michelina’s urging. The girl knelt on the bottom of the lounger, running her hands up the insides of Andrea’s thighs and pushing them open. Andrea shivered as Michelina left a trail of kisses up one of her thighs, her heart beating faster each time Michelina’s lips pressed against her skin a little higher. By the time Michelina’s tongue found her bud, Andrea was more than ready for her. She moaned thickly, her hips rolling against Michelina’s mouth eagerly. Michelina knew just what to do to drive Andrea’s body wild.

Pausing, Michelina looked up at Andrea, her beautiful brown eyes full of love. Andrea thought she knew what the girl was going to ask and her heart beat a little faster. The last time they were together, it had come up, and Andrea has been considering it in their time apart. She had decided that tonight would be the perfect time, the cherry on top of a perfectly romantic night.

She didn’t wait for Michelina to ask, just bit her lip and nodded. Michelina looked at her a moment longer to be certain Andrea was sure about it. Smiling, Andrea sat up and kissed the girl, whispered in her ear, “I’m ready.”

“I’ll be gentle, Chica,” Michelina said, kissing Andrea, again. Pulling back from it, Michelina offered Andrea her hand.

Taking it, Andrea nodded. She took a deep breath to relax her body as Michelina’s fingers pressed against the thin membrane of her hymen. There was pressure, then a sharp pain as it gave way, making her hiss. Then Michelina’s fingers were inside of her, sliding deep without further resistance. A startled moan escaped her, and she looked wide-eyed down at her girlhood, Michelina’s index and middle finger disappearing inside of her.

“Are you okay?” Michelina asked, her eyes full of concern, “I tried to be gentle.”

“You were,” Andrea said, sitting up to kiss her, “it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Really?” Michelina asked, intrigued.

“No,” Andrea said, thinking about the horror stories she had heard about girls losing their virginity, “there was this… kind of a tug and a shooting pain, then it was over. Still stings a little, like a cut, but it’s not too bad.”

“Huh,” Michelina said, looking down at her hand, “how does it feel? You know, my fingers…inside of you?”

“Try moving them,” Andrea said, holding her breath, again. She was expecting more pain, and there was a little, but mostly it felt amazing as Michelina slowly moved her fingers in and out of her vagina. Her pent up breath escaped her as a moan, and her eyes got wide. Laughing, she said, “That’s… Wow!”

“Yeah?” Michelina asked, smiling at her.

“Oh, yeah,” Andrea moaned. Each time Michelina’s fingers bit deep, they sent little waves of pleasure through Andrea. After a few seconds, she stopped noticing the pinch of her torn hymen, lost herself in the lovely sensation washing through her young body. Her cries of enjoyment began to fill the burnt out husk of a building that was their secret spot.

Michelina lowered her mouth to Andrea’s bud, the flick of her tongue drawing a gasp from Andrea. The thrust of her fingers and the caress of her tongue felt almost too good to bear. Andrea’s body wanted more, though, pushing against Michelina’s mouth and hand eagerly.

“God, that feels so good,” Andrea moaned, her back arching off the lounger.

Rolling her eyes up, Michelina smiled at her. The thrust of her fingers came a little faster, and Andrea squeezed Michelina’s hand- the one the girl had offered when she took her virginity- tighter. Realizing she was in danger of hurting the girl, Andrea released her, grabbing the lounge chair cushion in a death grip, instead. No longer trapped, Michelina’s other hand was free to roam over Andrea’s body, to explore and tease. When it found Andrea’s breast, tortured her straining nipple, Andrea didn’t think she could take much more. Too many lovely things were happening to her at once. The hot, wet caress of Michelina’s tongue against her bud; the feel of her fingers moving deep inside of her slick core; the tingling of her skin in the wake of Michelina’s touch on her naked body… All these had her nerve endings screaming for more.

Right on cue, she felt her body start to come undone. The roll of her hips against Michelina’s mouth and hand became erratic as she lost control of her body. Her cries of ecstasy filled the chilly night air as pressure built up inside of her like a balloon filled with too much air. Her pleasure swelled and swelled until she had to come or just pop. Then she did, her climax shaking her to pieces. The fingers inside of her came to a stop, but the delicious torture on Michelina’s tongue only slowed. Each caress made her hips jerk and a gasp escape her slack mouth. Her back arched as a second orgasm took her even higher.

Michelina eased out of her still fluttering pussy, letting Andrea float back down from on high. Feeling weightless, Andrea drifted like a feather on a summer breeze, basking in the warm afterglow of her double orgasm.

When Michelina’s face appeared above her, Andrea smiled and kissed the girl, said, “That was amazing.”

“Looked like it,” Michelina said, with a nervous smile.

Andrea gave her a reassuring smile and a tender kiss before saying, “It’s well worth the little bit of pain.”

“I guess I’ll find out,” Michelina said, taking a deep breath.

“We can wait, if you aren’t ready,” Andrea said, meeting her eyes.

“Oh, I am,” Michelina said, smiling, “especially after seeing how much you enjoyed it. I’m just a little nervous, is all.”

She urged Michelina to get up, so they could change places. Still on their feet, Andrea pulled the girl into her arms and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, she favored the girl with an affectionate smile, said, “I’ll be gentle.”

“I know you will,” Michelina said, returning the smile with one of her own. She eased out of Andrea’s arms, stretching out on the lounger.

Andrea joined her, leaning in from her hands and knees to give her a lingering kiss. She nuzzled the girl’s neck, making her giggle, then kissed the slope of one breast. Michelina sighed as Andrea ran her tongue around the areola of the other breast, teased the straining nipple with her lips. She didn’t let up until Michelina’s back arched off the lounger and the girl moaned thickly. Only then did she continue to kiss her way down the girl’s lovely body. Michelina’s breathing got a little funny the lower she went, and Andrea had to smile. This was her favorite part, the sweet torture of anticipation for the girl. Michelina knew what Andrea was going to do to her, knew the pleasure her capable tongue would wreak inside of her and Andrea wanted her to crave that release.

By the time Andrea made it to her girlhood, she had Michelina a horny mess. The hot caress of her tongue against the girl’s bud made her moan and arch her back. She kept it up until she had the girl writhing in pleasure.

“You better stop,” Michelina moaned, her fingers clutching at the chair cushion, “or I’m going to come before you can do it.”

Andrea moved up to kiss the girl. Pulling back, she met Michelina’s eyes, asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Michelina said.

Wetting her fingers in her mouth, Andrea pressed them against her girlfriend’s vagina. She let Michelina take a couple of deep breaths before putting pressure on her hymen. There was some resistance, then Michelina gasped. Andrea’s eyes widened as her fingers slipped deep into Michelina’s hot, velvety core. The feel of Michelina’s vagina squeezing her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It felt kind of… weird. She blushed when she wondered if Michelina had thought that when it was her fingers inside of her.

Careful not to move, she met Michelina’s eyes, asked, “Are you okay?”

“Um… Yeah,” Michelina said, with a nervous little laugh, “is that it?”

“Not as bad as you expected, is it?” Andrea asked.

“No,” Michelina said.

“Can I… you know?” Andrea asked.

Chewing on her lip, Michelina nodded. A half moan, half laugh escape her as Andrea slowly moved her fingers in and out. Her eyes wide, she said, “Ay Dios Mio!”

Laughing, Andrea said, “That’s ‘Oh my God’, right?”

“Yeah,” Michelina said, in a breathy moan. Her hips started moving on their own, pushing against Andrea’s thrusting fingers. She saw Andrea smiling, asked, “What’s funny, Chica?”

“The way you slip into Spanish when you are excited… or mad,” Andrea said, laughing when Michelina gave her a dirty look, “I love it about you.”

“Uh huh,” Michelina said.

Still laughing, Andrea leaned in and gave her a kiss. For all of her pretend ire, Michelina kissed her back eagerly. Pulling back, Andrea asked, “How do you say good kisser in Spanish?”

“Cómo se dice,” Michelina said, around a moan, “if you want to know how to say something, say ‘cómo se dice’ then whatever you want to know.

“Um, cómo se dice ‘good kisser’? Andrea asked.

“Eres un buen besadora,” Michelina said, smiling at her, “You are a good kisser.”

“It sounds pretty in Spanish,” Andrea said, kissing her, “eres un buen besadora.”

“You, too, Chica,” Michelina said.

Andrea gave her one more kiss on the lips, then moved lower on the lounger so she could kiss Michelina somewhere else. The caress of her tongue on Michelina’s bud drew a thick moan from the girl, then another. Andrea smiled, remembering how this had felt when Michelina was doing it to her. The two sensations had melded into one big one that had been almost too good to bear. Rolling her eyes up to watch the writhing of Michelina’s body, Andrea thought her girlfriend would agree. She kept it up, driving Michelina crazy. Her smile widened when she saw Michelina clutching at the lounger cushion like she was holding on for dear life.

She loved to make the girl feel good because she started mumbling half in English and half in Spanish. There was something incredibly sexy in those breathless mutterings, even when Andrea couldn’t understand what she was saying. Still, Andrea didn’t need a translator to tell her what the gist of it was.

Michelina’s girlhood was pushing against Andrea’s mouth and fingers eagerly, so Andrea let the pace of her thrusts pick up. Already moaning and sighing, Michelina’s cries grew louder. In the still of the night, those sounds of enjoyment would carry far. Not for the first time, Andrea hoped they really were alone in the woods.

The thrust of her fingers and the caress of her tongue became too much for Michelina and Andrea heard the urgency enter her cries. She watched as Michelina’s stomach tightened and tightened the girl was nearly sitting up. When her orgasm came, it knocked her over, left her trembling on her back and gasping for air.

“Ay Dios mio?” Andrea asked, smiling playfully at the Michelina as the girl tried to get herself back together.

“Oh yeah,” Michelina said, laughing.

Andrea crawled up and gave her a kiss. She laughed when the girl pulled her down atop her, wrapping her legs around Andrea’s waist. They kissed for a while, in no hurry to stop. Eventually, Michelina released her and Andrea moved to her side. Michelina cuddled against her.

In the quiet after their lovemaking, Andrea saw Michelina looking at the painting, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Smiling, Andrea said, “Emma said if I let you see this I’d never get rid of you.”

“Oh, I’m definitely yours,” Michelina said, favoring Andrea with a warm smile, “for as long as you want me.”

“Forever, then,” Andrea said, kissing her, “mi Amor.”

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“I have a huge favor to ask.”

Andrea looked up from her drawing and smiled at Selena, said, “What sort of favor?”

Selena sat down on the couch next to Andrea, took a deep breath and said, “You know Emma and I are engaged, right?”

Smiling, Andrea said, “I helped her pick out the ring.”

“I love it, by the way,” Selena said, looking at the ring on her finger, “it’s perfect.”

Andrea smiled at her, thinking about shopping for the ring. Emma had called Andrea out of the blue about a month ago, said she needed help buying something for Selena. Andrea had assumed she had meant a birthday gift, but when Emma started poking around the ring section of the jewelry store, she had asked her step-sister what this was all about. That was when Emma told her she was going to ask Selena to marry her. Emma had looked so nervous, waiting for Andrea’s response to that revelation. Andrea had just smiled at her and said, “It’s about time.”

Like she and Michelina, Emma and Selena had been together for a little over a year. They had been living together for a quarter of that time and by all accounts were as happy as can be. Emma wanting an engagement ring had not surprised Andrea one bit.

Well, maybe a little. Andrea had never thought of her step-sister as the marrying type, but if there was one woman who could make her settle down, it was Selena.

Andrea said, “What’s the favor?”

“I wanted to surprise her with a henna tattoo,” Selena said, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Emma was still busy making dinner, “you know- for our wedding night.”

“You want me to draw something up?” Andrea guessed.

“Yes… And put it on me,” Selena said, meeting Andrea’s eyes.

“I-I… Drawing a pattern, I can do, but applying it… I’ve never done it before,” Andrea said, then laughed, “and starting with a tattoo for someone’s wedding night is not a good idea. Too much pressure.”

“It’s just… My friend who does my henna tattoos moved out of town, and I don’t trust anyone else to do it,” Selena said.

Looking at her soon to be sister-in-law, Andrea saw the woman really wanted her to do this. Laughing and shaking her head, Andrea said, “Are you sure you want me to do it? I’ve had a few put on me, but never did one myself.”

“I do,” Selena said, smiling at Andrea, “I’ve seen your tattoo work, and I know you are an excellent artist. I think you’ll be amazing at this, too.”

“You’ll be stuck with it for weeks if I mess up,” Andrea said.

“You won’t mess up,” Selena said, smiling confidently at Andrea.

“You really want me to do this, huh?” Andrea said, meeting the woman’s eyes.

“I do,” Selena said, crossing her fingers so Andrea could see.

Laughing, Andrea said, “Okay, okay. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you,” Selena said, hugging Andrea.

“You know,” Andrea said, smiling at her, “I could just give you a real tattoo. I’m pretty good with the gun.”

“I know you are. I’ve seen some of the tattoos you’ve done. It’s the reason I want you to do my henna tattoo,” Selena said, the with a sheepish smile, “I don’t like permanent tattoos; I change my mind too much. With henna, I can decorate my body, and when it fades, I can do it, again.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Andrea said.

“This means a lot to me,” Selena said, patting Andrea’s knee, “you agreeing to do this.”

“You might change your mind when you see how it turns out,” Andrea said.

“It’s going to be beautiful,” Selena said, smiling at Andrea.

“You’ll have to get me some supplies,” Andrea said, glancing at her step-sister, “I can’t ask Emma to do it, and my parents can’t ever know about henna.”

“Just tell me what you need,” Selena said, laughing.

Andrea rattled off a list of things, then added, “You better make it a lot of henna powder. I’m going to need to practice. A lot.”

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“I thought you were done with all this, Chica.”

Andrea smiled at Michelina, standing at the foot of her bed with Andrea’s jeans in her hands. Some how, their parents- both Michelina’s and Andrea’s- were still oblivious that they were a couple, even when the whole school and half the town knew. They weren’t in any rush to tell them, especially when they could still spend the night together like this. As special to them as their secret spot was, being in their own bedroom was kind of nice, too. Trying to be quiet added a little danger and spiced up their lovemaking.

Blushing, Andrea saw Michelina looking at the henna patterns all over her legs. She said, “I never said I was done.”

“I just assumed since it has been a while,” Michelina said, tossing Andrea’s jeans aside.

“Do you want me to stop?” Andrea asked, curious. She had always thought the girl liked her henna tattoos.

“No,” Michelina said, smiling at her, “I love these tattoos. I just don’t want you to get in trouble, is all.”

Andrea kissed her, said, “I love you, too.”

“These are nice,” Michelina said, tracing one of the designs with her finger tips, “but sort of… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Random?” Andrea asked, laughing.

“Yeah. Like it is multiple tattoos and not just one big one,” Michelina said.

“That’s because it is more than one tattoo,” Andrea said.

“Why the different tattoos?” Michelina asked, meeting Andrea’s eyes.

“Selena asked me to do a henna tattoo for her as a surprise for her’s and Emma’s wedding,” Andrea said, looking down at her legs, “these are my practice tattoos.”

“You did these?” Michelina asked, her eyes widening.

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, then self-consciously added, “it’s hard to do them on your own body. Awkward angles and that sort of thing.”

“They are bonita,” Michelina said, smiling at Andrea, “awkward angles or not.”

“You really think so?” Andrea asked.

“I do,” Michelina said.

Andrea looked down at her legs and thought the patterns looked pretty good, all things considered. She was more confident now about doing Selena’s tattoo than she had been when the woman first asked her, but she wished she could practice some more. The only problem was, she had already decorated all the easy to reach places on her body.

“Selena asked you to give her a henna tattoo, huh?” Michelina said.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, then pulled her sketch pad onto her lap. She pulled out a folded piece of stencil paper, handed it to her girlfriend. As Michelina unfolded it, Andrea said, “That’s the design we came up with.”

Looking at the drawing, Michelina said, “It’s beautiful.”

“If I can get it to look half as good on Selena as it does on paper, it will be,” Andrea said, with a nervous laugh, “I really don’t want to mess this up.”

“It’ll be beautiful, Chica,” Michelina said, kissing Andrea.

“I wish I had your confidence,” Andrea said, shaking her head.

“What do you need to help your confidence?” Michelina asked.

“Practice,” Andrea said, then laughed, “a couple more legs. I’ve run out of leg to practice on.”

“You need more legs, huh?” Michelina asked, then started smiling, “Is Selena’s tattoo on her legs?”

“Um, no. On her side and hip,” Andrea said, taking the paper from Michelina. Folding it up, she put it back in the backpack.

“I’ll tell you what,” Michelina said, taking the backpack from Andrea and setting it aside, “I’ll let you practice on me.”

“Tonight?” Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows.

“No, not tonight,” Michelina said, crawling back onto the bed, “we were in the middle of something when I was distracted by you beautiful legs. Tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Andrea said, smiling at the girl, “do you really think my legs are beautiful?”

“With or without the henna tattoos,” Michelina said, running her hands over Andrea’s legs.

Her hand roamed higher, massaging Andrea’s girlhood through the thin cotton panties she wore. Andrea lifted her backside off the bed and Michelina worked the underwear off her hips and down her legs. Tossing it aside, Michelina crawled up Andrea’s supine body to give her a toe-curling kiss. Michelina’s fingers found Andrea’s bud, again, teasing a moan from her.

Andrea urged Michelina to change places with her. The girl smiled up at her as Andrea pulled her shirt up and off. Michelina’s eyes were hot on her naked body, and Andrea shivered. God, she loved the way the girl looked at.

Andrea leaned in and kissed her, then started undressing Michelina. She knew what the clothes hid, and her heart started beating faster as she removed one article after another. It was a bit like Christmas and Michelina’s lovely body was her present to unwrap. She had to restrain herself from ripping the girl’s clothes off the way she would the wrapping paper on a gift. Still, she was in a hurry to get her naked, her fingers fumbling with the button on Michelina’s jeans in her haste.

When she had the girl naked, Andrea let her eyes roam over her. They had been together for almost fifteen months now, but she never got tired of looking at the girl. She had changed some since that first time- her hips a little fuller, her breasts a little larger. Andrea could see the woman Michelina was becoming, and she was still in lust with her.

“You are staring, again,” Michelina said, amused.

“Can’t help it,” Andrea said, smiling as she leaned in and gave the girl a lingering kiss.

Without breaking it, Andrea moved between Michelina’s legs. She knew her girlfriend was on the same page when Michelina wrapped her legs around her waist. The slow roll of Andrea’s hips brought a moan to both of their lips. Pulling back, Andrea met Michelina’s eyes and the girl bit her lip and nodded. She pushed her hips up into Andrea, which was all the answer Andrea needed. Andrea kissed her, again, as they found their rhythm, the flex of their young bodies in perfect synchrony. They kept it slow, in no rush to get to the end. After all, they had all night to get there.

A moan got away from Andrea, sounded loud in the still of the night. Michelina giggled as Andrea glanced at the door to the hallway. When Andrea gave her a sheepish grin, Michelina said, “Shh.”

Nodding, Andrea kissed her. Michelina wrapped her arms around Andrea’s neck, kissed her back heatedly. It lingered awhile, punctuated by soft moans and sighs as their bodies continued to grind together languishly. It couldn’t last, but Andrea was enjoying the slow roll of Michelina’s hips. It was romantic, sensual, and incredibly sexy.

Sure enough, their pace gradually quickened as their excitement grew. Intimacy became urgency as they fed off each other’s passion. Michelina’s fingers dug into Andrea’s shoulders as the roll of her hips came faster and faster. Andrea buried her face in Michelina’s neck to muffled her little cries of enjoyment as waves of pleasure crashed through her young body. Michelina whispered encouragements in Andrea’s ear in a breathy voice that amounted to ‘don’t stop’.

Andrea felt her orgasm come to life deep inside and she met Michelina’s eyes. The girl nodded, biting her lip to hold in her cries of ecstasy. Without looking away, Andrea kept her hips moving until she saw Michelina’s eyes widen as she came. Only when she felt her girlfriend lose control underneath her did Andrea surrender to her own climax. Her body exploded with pleasure, nearly shaking her to pieces.

Trying to slow her ragged breathing, Andrea smiled at Michelina. The girl pulled her in for a kiss, didn’t let her go until they both had to come up for air. Michelina finally uncrossed her ankles, freeing Andrea. Moving from between her girlfriend’s legs, Andrea stretched out on her back beside her. Andrea wasn’t all that surprised when Michelina moved atop her. After all, their love making rarely ended after one orgasm.

Or three, Andrea thought, smiling.

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Andrea molded against Michelina, finally sated. Listening to her girlfriend’s heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal, Andrea’s eyes went to the door. She frowned, wondering how her parents couldn’t know that she was in love with Michelina. Most people took one look at them and just knew, including random strangers.

“Do you think our parents are clueless?” Andrea asked.

“Do you mean about us or in general?” Michelina asked, getting to the heart of the question even though Andrea asked it out of the blue.

Laughing, Andrea said, “About us. Your parents seem pretty sharp about most things. Mine, too… So why has it taken them so long to notice that we are more than friends?”

“I don’t know,” Michelina said.

“I mean,” Andrea said, her frown deepening, “my stepmother must have gone through this with Emma… She has to recognize the signs… Right?”

“Maybe we are more clever than we think,” Michelina said, laughing.

“I’m a horrible liar,” Andrea said, shaking her head, “and not particularly lucky.”

“What are you thinking?” Michelina asked.

“Could they… know and not care?” Andrea asked.

Michelina thought about it for a second, then said, “I doubt that. Mama would have made a big deal about it if she knew.”

“She wouldn’t approve?” Andrea asked.

“No, Chica,” Michelina said, a smile in her voice, “Mama loves you. She’d welcome you with open arms. The fact that she hasn’t made a fuss over you tells me she doesn’t know.”

“Huh,” Andrea said, then smiled at the girl, “maybe my luck really is turning. Clueless parents, a beautiful girlfriend…”

Laughing, Michelina kissed her, “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

“I know,” Andrea said, smiling, “that’ll be the end of the sleepovers.”

“We’ll just have to spend more time at our spot,” Michelina said.

Thinking about it, Andrea asked, “I wonder what it would be like?”

“Our parents knowing?” Michelina asked, then went on when Andrea nodded, “I don’t know. I mean, I think my parents suspect I’m gay. I don’t think they’d be all that surprised.”

“Huh,” Andrea said, then started laughing, “my poor dad wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Do you think he’d be upset?” Michelina asked.

Hearing something in her girlfriend’s tone, Andrea propped up on her elbow to meet Michelina’s eyes, said, “I didn’t mean it like that. Like Emma always said, he’s a little… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Prudish?” Michelina said, grinning.

“I was going to say conservative,” Andrea said, laughing, “but that’s the word Emma would have used.”

“He’s gotten a little better,” Michelina said.

Smiling, Andrea said, “I’ve been taking Emma’s advice-”

“Uh oh,” Michelina said, playfully.

“I know, right,” Andrea said, then finished what she started to say, “I’ve been wearing him down a little. Managed to talk him into letting me buy some new clothes. My stepmom and Emma have been helping… Poor guy is out numbered.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to wear your makeup out of the house instead of putting it on at school?” Michelina asked, amused.

“Baby steps,” Andrea said, laughing.

Sobering up some, Michelina asked, “Do you think he’ll be okay with me being your girlfriend?”

Andrea thought about it, then nodded, “He might freak out about it a bit, but it won’t have anything to do with you. I’m not sure he’s ready for me to have a girlfriend- or a boyfriend, for that matter. He’s still in denial that I’m growing up.”

“Okay,” Michelina said, laughing.

“Both my dad and my stepmom love you, already call you their third kid,” Andrea said, smiling at Michelina, “I doubt that’ll change when they find out.”

Michelina seemed relieved, said, “I really want him to be okay with it.”

“Don’t worry, babe,” Andrea said, smiling and kissing her, “I’m fully prepared to go surly teenager on them if they try to keep you away from me.”

Laughing, Michelina asked, “You’d do that for me?”

“In a heartbeat,” Andrea said, meaning it. She hoped it never came to that.

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