White Stockings, Part Six

“Got your toothbrush?”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, shrugging into her backpack.

“Enough clothing for four days?” Eliza asked.

“Yeah,” Sarah said, nodding.

“Underwear?” Eliza asked, grinning.

Rolling her eyes, Sarah said, “Yeah.”

“Let’s go then,” Jaime said, putting her hand on the girl’s head, “say goodbye to everyone.”

Sarah ran off to tell her roommates goodbye, leaving Jaime and Eliza to look around the living room. Jaime had only been here once, and she had been severely hungover, but she thought it looked very different.

“Did they redecorate?” Jaime asked.

“Yeah,” Eliza said, still looking around. Finally, she looked back at Jaime and smiled, “I’m not surprised. It’s their place now, not mine. I’m sure they let Sarah pick some stuff out, too.”

“They got rid of your stuff?” Jaime asked.

“No, but most of it is at our place, now,” Eliza said, taking Jaime’s hand.

Jaime thought about it, then had to smile. What Eliza said was true- the girl’s stuff was all over the house. Jaime hardly noticed, anymore. It just seemed like it was supposed to be the way it was now all along, that Eliza’s personal touch had just been missing. When Eliza moved in and made it her home, the decor had finally been complete.

Sarah came running back into the living room with Hannah following behind. Hannah waved as she went into the kitchen.

“Bye Eliza, Jaime,” Hannah said, from the kitchen, “we’ll see you tonight, right?”

“Tonight?” Sarah asked, glancing up at Jaime.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, smiling at Hannah, “we’ll stop by.”

“Good,” Hannah said, leaning against the counter and opening the yogurt she had liberated from the fridge.

“Where are we stopping by?” Sarah asked, still looking up at Jaime.

It was Eliza who answered her, “The Cuarto. We have a Thanksgiving get together there every year.”

“Oh,” Sarah said, sounding disappointed.

Smiling at her, Eliza said, “Don’t worry. No dancing, just lots of good food.”

“Oh,” Sarah said, relieved.

“Where’s Min and Tiffany? We’d like to say goodbye to them, too,” Eliza said.

Rolling her eyes, Hannah said, “They are in the shower… Together.”

“Ah,” Jaime said, laughing.

“I just hope they don’t use all the hot water,” Hannah said.

“They do it all the time,” Sarah said, shaking her head.

Jaime didn’t know what to say to that, so she just put her hand on Sarah’s backpack and said, “Let’s go then. Tell Min and Tiffany we said hi and bye.”

“I will,” Hannah said, smiling, “we’ll see you tonight.”

They stepped out into the cold November air and hurried to their Uber. When they were all tucked away in the backseat, their driver pulled away from the curb and started the return trip to Eliza’s and Jaime’s house. Jaime glanced at Sarah, saw the girl grinning and it made her smile. She thought having dinner with her and Eliza meant a lot to Sarah. Jaime would be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to having her around the house this weekend, too.

“Um, thanks for letting me stay with you,” Sarah said, a little shyly.

“You are welcome, Sweetie,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “Eliza and I were talking… Maybe we can do this more often?”

Sarah’s eyes got big, and she said, “Yeah?”

Laughing, Jaime said, “Assuming you still want to after this weekend.”

“I’m sure I will,” Sarah said, grinning.

When their ride pulled up to the house, they paid and got out, gasping at the rude change of temperature from the stuffy car to the bitter cold outside. They ran for the house, the vicious wind howling and biting at any exposed skin like wolves. Inside, they looked at each other, no worse for wear from their dart through the winter air, and started laughing.

“It’s so cold,” Sarah said, rubbing her arms through the sleeves of her coat. She didn’t seem in any hurry to remove it.

“It’s not even winter, yet,” Eliza said, shucking her coat, “come on, Sarah. I think we have some hot chocolate in the kitchen.”

“With marshmallows?” Sarah asked, hopefully.

“Is there any other kind?” Jaime asked, making the girl smile, “you two get us some started, and I’ll take a peek at the bird.”

Jaime went to the oven, cracked the door. They had put the turkey in the oven before going to get Sarah, but it wouldn’t be ready for a couple of hours, yet. It was a big bird, probably more than the three of them could hope to polish off.

With any luck, I won’t have to cook again before the weekend is over, Jaime thought, closing the door on the oven.

“Here you go, Jaime,” Sarah said, appearing at Jaime’s side with a steaming mug of cocoa.

Taking it from her, Jaime said, “Thanks.”

Jaime took a sip, sighing as the hot liquid and the warmth of the kitchen started to thaw her out. She took her mug to the table, sitting down. She smiled when Eliza and Sarah joined, said, “It’s going to be a while before we eat. Why don’t you get Sarah settled in, Eliza?”

Putting her arm around Sarah’s shoulder, Eliza said, “Come on.”

Alone in the kitchen, Jaime stepped in front of the refrigerator, opening it. The shelves were laden with food, as full as it has ever been. This was her first real holiday with Eliza living here, and she had wanted to go all out, to have a big, scratch-made meal for Thanksgiving.

Smiling, Jaime thought about her trips to her grandmother’s when she was younger. The dining room table would groan under the weight of all the food. So many relatives would pack around the table, eating until they couldn’t possibly take another bite. It had been barely contained chaos and some of Jaime’s fondest memories.

Her smile became sad as she thought about the lackluster holiday dinners after her grandmother passed. Her sons and daughter sort of drifted apart, had their own Thanksgiving dinners. Jaime’s parents didn’t put a lot of effort into Thanksgiving, thought it was a wasted holiday. Their idea of a Thanksgiving dinner was Chinese take-out since the chef and his staff had the day off. Those white folded cardboard cartons used to make Jaime miss her grandmother so much.

Jaime wanted to get back to the tradition that died with her grandmother. She wanted a huge turkey, stuffing, gravy, mash potatoes, and all the other fixings. Looking at all the food in the fridge now, she wondered if she hadn’t bit off more than she could chew. Her grandmother had managed juggling all the dishes, but Jaime didn’t know if she could. Since Eliza had moved in, she has become a pretty good cook, but this was a lot of prepping and planning and cooking.

“What can we help with?” Eliza asked, from behind her.

Jaime turned and saw Eliza and Sarah at the sink, washing their hands. She realized she wasn’t in this alone. She had a couple of sous chefs. Smiling, Jaime thought they just might manage to put together a dinner that would have made her grandmother proud.

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The phone rang, and Eliza reached over and picked it up. Looking at the caller ID, she said, “It’s Jenny.”

“Um, could you answer it,” Jaime said, holding up her stuffing covered hands.

“Hello,” Eliza said, putting the phone to her ear, “Happy Thanksgiving to you, too… I didn’t know I was invited… Um, maybe next year… No, we are doing something here… Chinese food? No, Jaime made a turkey and everything… Really, she did.”

“What did she say?” Jaime asked.

“She doesn’t believe me,” Eliza said, grinning, “wants me to send her a picture.”

“Oh, she’s hilarious,” Jaime said.

“She wants to talk to you,” Eliza said, holding out the phone.

“Um, put it on speaker,” Jaime said, looking at her messy hands. When Eliza pushed the button and put the phone next to her, Jaime said, “Hey, sis.”

“You are making a turkey?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah. Mash potatoes, gravy, stuffing… The whole shebang,” Jaime said.

“Wow,” Jenny said.

“I told you I was going to make Thanksgiving dinner like Grandma used to,” Jaime said.

“You did,” Jenny said, then laughed, “I didn’t think you’d go through with it, though. That’s a lot of work for just you and Eliza.”

“Trying to start a new tradition,” Jaime said.

“Maybe next year we can invite you,” Jenny said, a smile clear in her voice, “let you do the cooking for a change.”

“You think Bobby would be up for it?” Jaime asked.

“Probably. He’s curious about Eliza,” Jenny said, then laughed, “I told him about her. That was a very interesting conversation.”

Glancing at Eliza, Jaime asked her sister, “Did he freak out his sister-in-law was dating a thirteen-year-old?”

“Took a lot of convincing that it was okay on my part,” Jenny said.

Surprised, Jaime asked, “You took my side?”

“Crazy, right?” Jenny said.

“Yeah.”

“Well, crazily enough, I think you two are actually good for each other,” Jenny said.

“Hear that, Babe?” Jaime said, smiling at Eliza, “she thinks we are good for each other.”

“Eliza? Jaime really didn’t tell you you were invited to our house for Thanksgiving?” Jenny asked.

“No.”

“We had already made plans,” Jaime said, giving her girlfriend a sheepish grin, “sorry, Babe.”

“Well, I’m serious about next year,” Jenny said, then had to add, “assuming you don’t burn your house down.”

“I’ll have Eliza send you pictures of my beautiful turkey so you can be jealous. Should be out of the oven in about an hour,” Jaime said.

“Bobby’s going to deep fry ours,” Jenny said.

Laughing, Jaime said, “And you think I’mthe one who’ll burn my house down?”

“He’s got the fryer set up on the driveway, well away from the house,” Jenny said.

“Was that his idea or yours?” Jaime asked, grinning.

Jenny snorted, said, “Mine. He wanted to do it on the porch. Speak of which, I need to go check on him.”

“Okay. Love you, Sis,” Jaime said.

“Love you, too. Bye, Eliza. Don’t let my sister burn down the house,” Jenny said, hanging up.

To Eliza, Jaime said, “Can you hang that up?”

Eliza hit the END button, then asked, “Are you really going to invite your sister for Thanksgiving next year?”

Meeting her eyes, Jaime asked, “Would you be okay with it? It’d be like meeting my sister all over again, but with Bobby and my nephew James, this time.”

“Was he named after you?” Eliza asked.

Blinking in surprise, Jaime said, “Um, no… Our grandfather. Although, I think I was named after him, too.”

“What was he like?” Eliza asked.

“Um, I don’t know. He died before I was born,” Jaime said, going to the sink to wash her hands, “he was a helicopter pilot, got shot down in Vietnam.”

“Oh,” Eliza said.

Smiling, she said, “I have his eyes, though. That’s what Grandma used to say all the time.”

“You have beautiful eyes,” Eliza said.

“Well, thank Granddad for that,” Jaime said, giving her a kiss.

Sarah made a face, said, “Eww.”

Laughing, Jaime asked, “How are those potatoes coming?”

“Is this enough?” Sarah asked, showing Jaime the bowl of peeled potatoes.

“Plenty,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “have Eliza help you cut them up so we can boil them.”

Eliza stood over Sarah’s shoulder as she ran the knife through the potatoes. Without looking away, she said to Jaime, “I think we should invite them next year.”

“Yeah?” Jaime asked.

“Yeah,” Eliza said, smiling at her.

Jaime smiled back at her, happy that the girl was making plans of being sitting in the same spot a year from now. The smile didn’t even slip at the thought of her brother-in-law and her nephew meeting Eliza. After the miracle of the girl convincing Jenny, Jaime thought Eliza could win them over, too.

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“Let’s eat.”

As everyone began to fill their plates, Jaime held her breath. She remembered all the mouthwatering food her grandmother used to make for Thanksgiving. It was a feast she had hoped to recreate for Eliza, Sarah and herself. The food was on the table, all of the cooking finally over. The moment of truth was here, and she was nervous.

Sarah took the first bite, and Jaime almost laughed nervously when the girl sighed happily. Seeing Jaime watching, Sarah grinned and said, “It’s so good!”

That grin was what Jaime had been hoping for, and it made the hours in the kitchen worth it. She smiled back at the girl, trying her own food. It was her turn to sigh happily as the flavors of the holidays woke up her taste buds.

The delicious food brought back memories of her grandmother’s dining room and holidays passed. It wasn’t as good as her grandmother’s, but very few people could claim to be that good of a cook. Looking around the table, Jaime was just happy that everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

They ate in a comfortable silence for a while, just savoring the excellent food. Eventually, they started talking about school- Sarah and Eliza- and work- all three of them. They made small talk as they filled a second plate with stuffing and mash potatoes, turkey and gravy, homemade biscuits and sweet tea to wash it all down.

By the time Jaime pulled a pumpkin pie out of the oven and set it and a tub of whip cream on the table, they barely had room for dessert. They managed to squeeze a piece of pie each into their already filled to capacity bellies. Nearly comatose from all the food they had eaten, they finally had to push their plates away in defeat. Try as they might, they had barely put a dent in the dishes they had made.

“I ate too much,” Eliza said, laughing.

“Me, too,” Sarah said, rubbing her belly.

“Good,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “it’s not Thanksgiving unless you eat too much.”

“Then it is definitely Thanksgiving,” Eliza said, yawning, “I need a nap after that. Dad and I used to try to watch the football game and end up falling asleep on the couch.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jaime said, laughing.

In the living room, they all piled onto the couch. The game was exciting, but the warm house and too much food claimed them one by one. Jaime was the last one to nod off, Eliza’s head on her shoulder and Sarah’s head on her lap. She was smiling as sleep took her.

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Stepping through the double doors, Jaime looked around. She smiled when she barely recognized the Cuarto de la Nina. The lights were up, and Thanksgiving decorations had been hung everywhere. A half dozen tables had been pushed together and were nearly overflowing with food. Music was playing but not at the near deafening volume that Jaime was used to here.

“Jaime!” Hannah said, spotting her, Eliza and Sarah.

All the dancers looked up like at once, looking so much like prairie dogs alerted by the snap of a twig under a coyote’s paw. Suddenly, Jaime found herself in a swarm of grinning preteens and teenagers. She hugged them all in turn, wishing them a happy Thanksgiving. Eventually, Jaime made it through the lot of them, and the tide of girls receded. She found herself swept after it and into the festivities. The pie they had brought was taken from them and ended up on the dessert table. Eliza and Sarah were on either side of her as they found places at the table.

Everyone was talking excitedly, but a hush fell over the table as Julio appeared with a huge, golden turkey. Even Jaime had to admit if it tasted half as good as it looked, it was going to be delicious. All eyes were on Julio as he carefully set the bird down. When it was safely on the table, everyone started applauding.

Motioning for them to quiet down, Julio said, “Alright, alright. Quiet down for a moment. First of all, I’m glad to see all of you ladies- and you, Tank- here tonight. Look at all of this food! You all have outdone yourselves.”

There was another burst of applause, making Julio have to wave his hands, again, before continuing, “I want to say thank you to all of you for making my job easy. Annie, bartender extraordinaire and a royal pain in my ass… Thank you.”

“Being a pain in your ass is a pleasure,” Annie said, drawing giggles from the girls. Even Jaime had to smile.

“Tank… thank you for being more than just a doorman. The girls love you,” Julio said.

Tank looked a little teary eyed when a chorus of ‘I love you’ went around the table. Jaime loved him for that, too.

“Halie, this place wouldn’t work without you. I’d put my foot through the computer monitors if I had to do your job. So, thank you for doing it, so I don’t have to,” Julio said, drawing a laugh from the girls.

“Of course, I have to thank all of you young ladies. I know you’ve all drawn the short stick, but…” Julio said, then sighed, “anyway, thank you.”

You soft side is showing, Jaime thought, seeing Julio’s shell crack for a moment.

“Finally, we have Jaime…” Julio said, indicating her, “our resident accountant and broker. We are thankful for all you have done for the girls… The staff, too. As a token of appreciation, we’d like to present you with this key to the Cuarto de la Nina.”

Caught off guard, Jaime looked around the table. She hadn’t expected this, but the girls weren’t surprised. They were all smiling at her. They started clapping as she stood up and walked to the head off the table. She gave them an embarrassed wave as she took the key.

“This is just symbolic, of course,” Julio said, in a low voice, “it doesn’t open anything. All the locks are key-code operated.”

“Okay,” Jaime said, smiling at him. The key was just a show of appreciation, not an actual job offer or something of that sort.

“The code is 1-9-8-0,” Julio said, meeting her eyes, “thank you for being a part of the team.”

“Um, thanks,” Jaime said, touched.

To the crowd around the table, he said, “Alright, enough of that nonsense. It’s time to eat.”

Jaime found her seat, saw Eliza and Sarah smiling at her. Holding up the key, she asked, “Did you know about this?”

“No,” Eliza said, truthfully, “but I’m not all that surprised. Everyone already considers you part of the staff… and part of the family.”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, smiling at her, “we all love you.”

It was her turn to blink away the tears, and she thought she knew how Tank had felt. There really was a love for her here, and she felt like a part of this motley crew. Her hand tightened around the key, and she took a couple of deep breaths to keep from crying.

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“Good night, Sweetie,” Jaime said from the door.

Yawning, Sarah said, “Good night.”

Jaime stepped out into the hallway, closing the door most of the way behind her. She headed back to the living room, found Eliza sitting on the couch, her long legs drawn up under her. The girl smiled as Jaime came into her field of vision, patted the cushion next to her. Jaime sat next to her, putting her arm around Eliza’s shoulders. The girl snuggled against her.

“Sarah’s probably already asleep,” Jaime said, smiling, “she was nodding off in the car ride back from the Cuarto.”

“It’s been a long day,” Eliza said.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, stealing a kiss, “and way too much good food.”

“I know,” Eliza said, laughing, “I had to pop the button on my jeans in the cab.”

“Me, too,” Jaime said, shaking her head, “and I wore my comfortable jeans, too.”

“We could go to the bedroom and try to burn off that second piece of pecan pie,” Eliza said, grinning at Jaime.

Snorting, Jaime said, “I don’t think I have the energy.”

“Some lazy kissing under the covers?” Eliza asked, playfully.

“I could manage that,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “assuming I can get off the couch.”

Eliza uncurled her legs and got to her feet. She offered Jaime her hand and helping her up. Not relinquishing the hand, Eliza led Jaime down the hall to the master bedroom. Inside, they started undressing for bed. As a concession to Sarah being here, they slipped into some often neglected pajamas. Smiling, Jaime tried to remember the last time they had needed them.

Probably, when my sister was here, Jaime thought.

They slipped between the sheets, turning out the lights. In the dark, Eliza moved against her, her body warm and soft as it molded against hers. Their lips met in a tender, slow kiss. It lingered awhile, neither one of them ready to let it end. Jaime found herself responding in spite of saying she didn’t have the energy to fool around. The caress of Eliza’s tongue helped her find her second wind.

Her hand slipped under Eliza’s shirt to cup her breast. The girl moaned, pulling back from the kiss to meet her eyes in the dark. She asked, “I thought you were tired?”

“I’m starting to come around,” Jaime said, kissing her, again. She gently rolled the girl onto her back, moving atop her.

“I was kind of hoping you’d say that,” Eliza said, as Jaime kissed her neck. She sighed as Jaime pushed her shirt up around her neck to kiss one of her straining nipples. Her back arched off the bed as Jaime trapped it between her lips, gently sucking on it.

“Take your shirt off,” Jaime said, kissing the valley between her breasts.

Eliza half sat up to remove her shirt, started to toss it aside, and then thought better of it. She laid it on the bed, close at hand. Jaime saw her, laughed. She glanced over her shoulder at the bedroom door, then back at Eliza. With a playful smile, she put her finger to her lips, said, “Shh.”

“Right,” Eliza said.

Jaime kissed the slope of Eliza’s other breast, tasting the salt on her skin. She teased its dark nipple just a second, before moving lower. Jaime kissed the hollow between Eliza’s ribs, then followed the faint muscle line down her stomach. Eliza’s muscles tightened every time just before Jaime’s lips found her skin. Jaime teased her, pausing with her lips just above her taut stomach and letting that anticipation build. It kept Eliza guessing, and her reactions grew stronger every time Jaime did it. By the time Jaime came to the elastic waistband of Eliza’s sleep shorts, she had the girl breathing funny and her body moving in expectation of the next kiss.

Hooking her fingers in the shorts, Jaime pulled them down and off the girl’s long legs. She started to do the same with Eliza’s panties but soon realized she wasn’t wearing any. Smiling, she crawled up and kissed her, asked, “Where you planning on this happening?”

“Hoping, mostly,” Eliza said, stealing another kiss, “I’m always hoping.”

Laughing, Jaime said, “Sucks being a teenager, huh?”

“I’m always horny,” Eliza said, her smile clear in her voice.

“Lucky me,” Jaime said, running her hand down Eliza’s stomach and between her thighs. The girl moaned thickly as Jaime’s fingers teased her bud. She kept it up a moment until Eliza’s hips started to push against her hand, then she moved lower on the bed.

Eliza put her hand over her mouth as Jaime’s tongue found her bud, her little sounds of enjoyment muffled by her fingers. Jaime smiled, thinking about how unsuccessful their ‘practice’ sessions leading up to picking up Sarah this morning had been. Neither one of them were particularly good at holding in their excitement.

The wriggle of Jaime’s tongue had Eliza’s body moving with a mind of its own, pushing her girlhood against Jaime’s mouth eagerly. They had been sleeping together for a while now, so she knew what the girl needed. It didn’t take long to have Eliza clutching at the sheets and arching her back, her hand not doing much to contain her cries of pleasure.

Jaime wetted two fingers with saliva and eased them into Eliza. It was a waste of time, the girl more than ready for her thrusting fingers. The caress of her tongue on Eliza’s bud and the pressure of her fingertips on her g-spot was too much for the girl. Eliza gave up on her hand, grabbing a pillow instead. Mashing it to her face, Eliza let herself go, her body going crazy under the dueling sensations of Jaime’s mouth and hand.

The pillow helped, but Jaime wondered how the girl could breathe it was so tight against her face. She laughed when Eliza pulled the pillow away just enough to take in a deep breath before squeezing it back in place.

“You better come before you pass out,” Jaime said.

Jaime’s mouth returned to Eliza’s bud, taking it between her lips and gently sucking on it. She smiled when Eliza pulled the pillow even tighter, her hips pushing greedily against Jaime’s mouth. She kept it up for a moment, only let up so Eliza could draw in another quick breath. When the pillow was safely back in place, she resumed her sweet torture.

This went on for another five breaths before Jaime felt tension start to gather in Eliza’s body. Even in the dark, she could see Eliza’s stomach tightening and tightening as an orgasm built up inside of her. As the girl’s body bucked, it became difficult to keep her mouth to the girl’s bud. Jaime kept her fingers moving, teasing Eliza’s magic spot as her hips started to lose their grace. The pleasure continued to swell in Eliza until it just became too much for her. Jaime felt the girl’s vaginal muscles fluttering around her fingers as she climaxed hard. Even through the pillow, her final cry of ecstasy was loud in the still of the night.

Jaime eased her fingers out of Eliza, crawled up, and pulled the pillow from the girl’s face. She smiled at the gasping girl. Eliza was struggling to catch her breath, so Jaime kissed her neck instead.

“You are lucky you didn’t smother yourself,” Jaime said.

“Worked though,” Eliza said.

“Right up until the end,” Jaime said.

“God, that was so good,” Eliza said, sighing happily.

“Good,” Jaime said, finally kissing the girl. Even still slightly out of breath, Eliza kissed her back eagerly.

Without breaking the kiss, Jaime stretched out on her back, and Eliza moved atop of her. Jaime’s hands roamed over the girl’s back, down to grab her buttocks, then up the girl’s side and between them to cup her breasts. As usual, her hands found the girl irresistible.

As thrilling as exploring Eliza’s lovely body, it was the girl’s touch that really got Jaime going. Eliza’s hands were just as greedy as Jaime’s. For a girl who wasn’t interested in women, Eliza has certainly developed an appreciation for the female body.

Well, mine, at least,, Jaime thought, her heart beating faster. The way the girl looked at her, touched her… It made her feel incredibly sexy.

Eliza pulled back from their kiss, favoring Jaime with a playful smile. Getting to her knees, she leaned over and opened the dresser drawer. Jaime half sat up to see what the girl was reaching for, hoping it was their strap-on. With some practice, Eliza has become really good with it, better than most of the women Jaime has slept with. It was all in the hips and Eliza put her dancer’s grace to good use.

Eliza saw Jaime watching, held up the strap-on, and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Jaime bit her lip and nodded. Smiling, Eliza pushed the drawer closed and got to her knees. She slipped into the harness, securing the straps on her hips.

Jaime saw the tongue of the buckles slip into the second to last hole, not the last one like usual. Smiling, she thought Eliza’s hips were a little fuller, her breasts a little heavier. Eliza was growing up, and Jaime was interested in the woman she was becoming. Her eyes roaming over the girl’s naked body, Jaime thought, very interested.

Their age difference brought up a lot of questions, like would they still be interested in each other as they got older. Jaime thought Eliza would be a beautiful woman, could already see the lady she’d become peeking through. She didn’t think her lust for the girl would diminish any with the passing of time. If anything, Jaime was more concerned about herself. She had a head start down the road of life, had more miles behind her than Eliza. Would the girl still find her as irresistible when those miles started to wear on her?

Maybe something of her thoughts was on her face, because she realized Eliza was looking at her funny. The girl asked, “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

“You are beautiful and will always be beautiful to me,” Eliza said, leaning in to kiss her.

“Are you reading my mind, again?” Jaime asked, with an embarrassed smile.

“You always get that look when you start thinking about the future,” Eliza said, kissing her, again, “I love you, Jaime. That’s not going to stop… even in your mom jeans.”

Laughing, Jaime kissed her. The comment about the mom jeans was a running joke between them. Jaime didn’t own a pair of mom jeans, hopefully never would. Having a young girlfriend kept her young, too, and she found herself paying more attention to how she looked. It had nothing to do with vanity- she had somehow ended up with a beautiful girl, and she wanted to keep her around. Just thinking about Eliza kept her going for another two or three crunches or five more minutes on the stationary bike when she didn’t think she had anything left. The net effect, she was in the best shape of her life, looked better than when she was twenty. Eliza said she’d love her even if she let herself go, but Jaime wanted to make it easy on the girl.

Her hard work hadn’t gone unnoticed, especially by Eliza. Even when Jaime wasn’t trying to get the girl’s attention, she kept catching Eliza looking. Like when she was washing dishes, or just sitting on the couch. She’d smile every time she caught the girl, happy that she could still be a distraction.

Eliza distracted her from her thoughts as she moved between her spread legs. Bending forward, Eliza pressed her lips to Jaime’s pussy, her tongue teasing Jaime’s clit. That hot, wet caress sent shivers of pleasure through Jaime, and her body responded, pushed against the girl’s mouth eagerly. She bit her lip as the first moan tried to slip free. It worked for a minute, but Eliza was making it hard to bite back those little cries of enjoyment.

Jaime glanced at her pillow, wondered if she was going to have to resort to the same tactic Eliza had employed. The flick of Eliza’s tongue was making it harder and harder to focus on being quiet. The moans and sighs she was holding in where stacking up in the back of her throat, threatening to burst free. Finally, she couldn’t risk it any longer and reached for the pillow. With it pressed tightly to her face, she let them free. Muffled by the pillow, she doubted they’d travel across the hall to the guest room. Even if they did, she wasn’t about to tell Eliza to stop.

Eliza’s mouth was removed from her pussy and Jaime pulled the pillow down to see the girl walking forward on her knees. Jaime squeezed the pillow tighter as the cool tip of the dildo pressed against the opening of her vagina. With one slow motion of her hips, Eliza buried it deep, pushing a moan from Jaime’s slack mouth.

Peeking over the top of the pillow, Jaime watched the roll of Eliza’s hips as she began to thrust the dildo into her ready pussy. The girl’s natural grace showed up even when making love, and it almost seemed like she was dancing. The flex of her young body was alluring, grabbed and held Jaime’s attention.

Distracted by Eliza’s lovely body, Jaime’s grip on the pillow started to slip, and her cries began to get away from her. As the thrust of the dildo starting to hit just the right spot, her concentration wavered even more. Her little sounds of excitement started to fill the room.

Eliza leaned in, pulled the pillow down, kissed her, then said, “You are getting loud, Babe.”

“Oh,” Jaime said, blushing.

“I’m sure Sarah’s asleep, though,” Eliza said, pushing her hips forward.

Jaime squeezed the pillow back over her mouth as another moan escaped her. Eliza was making it impossible to be quiet, each thrust of the dildo sending pleasure coursing through her. It felt so good that even the pillow wasn’t completely muffling her cries of enjoyment. Not even when she squeezed it tight enough to cut off her air supply.

“You better come before you suffocate,” Eliza said, grinning at her.

Jaime thought that wouldn’t be a problem. Already she felt an orgasm stirring inside of her, and she focused on it. Jaime stoked it like it was a sputtering flame, built it into a roaring fire. Crying out, she shook her way through an intense climax. It left her trembling and gasping for air.

Pulling the pillow away, Eliza smiled at her, said, “We really can’t be quiet.”

“No,” Jaime said, with a breathless little laugh.

“We’ll just have to get Sarah some earplugs,” Eliza said, leaning in and kissing Jaime.

“Or soundproof our room,” Jaime said.

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Standing at the sink, Jaime sipped her coffee and looked out the window at the blustery day. She heard someone come into the kitchen and turned to see Sarah, her hair tussled and rubbing the last of sleep out of her eyes. She looked adorable in her Winnie the Pooh pajamas.

“Hey Kiddo,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “how’d you sleep?”

“Okay,” Sarah said, yawning.

“It’s still early if you want to go back to bed,” Jaime said.

“I’m up now,” Sarah said.

“Do you want some breakfast? I think we have some cereal in the cabinet,” Jaime said.

“Cereal would be good,” Sarah said.

Opening the cabinet above the sink, Jaime grabbed a box of cereal. Over her shoulder, she said, “You can go wake up Eliza, if you want.”

“That’s okay,” Sarah said, pulling out a chair at the table, “let her sleep in. It sounded like you two were up late last night.”

“Um,” Jaime said, as she turned to look at the girl, “you heard that?”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, sitting at the table.

Jaime grabbed a bowl and some milk and sat down at the table. Her cheeks hot, she said, “Sorry if we kept you awake.”

“You didn’t,” Sarah said, taking the box of cereal from Jaime, “you weren’t as loud as Min and Tiffany. Now, they can keep you awake at night.”

Snorting in surprise, Jaime laughed, “Okay.”

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