The morning broke before I was ready for it. I heard a sound, then opened my eyes to see Moira closing the door to the bathroom. I waited a minute or so, then I noticed the shower was running. Apparently, Moira didn’t want to wake me, and she obviously thought she was dirty and needed to wash off.
My heart sank, I’d hoped she’d be more, I don’t know, appreciative or something along those lines about me making love to her last night. But it was her first time, and she was probably wondering about her feelings and all sorts of other things. I mean, I was Zoe’s best friend, and she wasn’t into women. So, there had to be a whirlwind of thoughts flying around in her mind. I’d just have to see what transpired when she got out of the shower and deal with it.
Moira’s shower lasted longer than I thought it would. When she exited the bathroom, we exchanged good mornings. She was partially dressed as I watched her flitter about the room. She looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words.
When I started to get out of bed to shower and change, Moria stopped me and asked me to sit on the bed. I had a feeling of dread as I sat down with her next to me.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “Alexis, I loved how you made me feel last night. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but we can’t do that again. I’m sorry, you were Zoe’s best friend, and I feel so guilty. My god, you’re half my age! I hope you understand, sweetie, and I’m sorry.”
I figured something like that was coming, so I grasped her hand in mine and said, “I understand, Moira. It’s fine. I was actually expecting this. But I’m glad you loved how I made you feel. I’ve fantasized about making love to you for close to ten years. That fantasy came true, and I’m happy. Well, not completely, but I’ll live with it. I still want to finish our field trips if you want to. Look, there’s no need to feel guilty. You and I are the only ones who will ever know about this, and as I said, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going to shower, then I’ll head on home.”
I smiled and quickly kissed her cheek, not waiting around for a reply. Once inside the bathroom and the door was closed, I stripped down, turned the water on, and got in. The water was already warm, so I didn’t need to wait. That’s when I started sobbing. I didn’t cry for very long because I was expecting that reaction from Moira, but it still hurt.
My shower wasn’t that long, and when I dried off and walked out of the bathroom, my laundry was neatly folded on the bed, and Moira was nowhere in sight. I assumed she was in the kitchen or living room, avoiding me. I hurriedly packed my things, then lugged them to the front door. Moira must have heard me because she appeared from another room to say goodbye. We hugged, but it wasn’t our usual yummy hug. She told me to drive safely, and she’d let me know more about Mt. Tam the following week.
I smiled and said that was fine, then headed to my car, tossed my things in, and headed home. I held back my tears on the drive home despite wanting to stop somewhere and cry. I was a fool for thinking Moira would somehow change after having sex with me, but I had hopes. When I arrived home, I gradually unpacked, checked my emails, and called Mom.
Mom was happy to hear from me as usual, and when she asked how the trip went, I lied; well, I didn’t tell her about the ending. I told her it was great, and that she and Dad should take a trip through the wine country and do some sightseeing. Mom laughed because getting my father to do things like that is nearly impossible.
I told her we met a married couple, and they were really nice. Then we started talking about more mundane things. The call lasted a little over an hour, and when it was over, I felt a little better. I looked at the clock and did some thinking about time zones, then texted Evette just to say hello. It wasn’t that late in France, and soon I received a reply, and we texted back and forth for a few minutes, then I decided to call her.
We talked for another hour, and then she needed to get ready for bed. Talking to Evette made me feel much better, and I was glad I’d met her. I’d definitely visit when I had a chance.
The rest of my day was spent grocery shopping and puttering around my apartment. I thought about going to the gym, but I’d do that in the morning as I get back into my routine.
I didn’t sleep well that night because my thoughts revolved around Moira, Adele, Janice, Evette, and Zoe. I ended up masturbating, picturing Adele, Janice, and myself playing around. That was the only way I got to sleep, and when I finally did, I slept soundly.
My gym morning went well, working off my frustrations and talking to Erica, the young woman I’d met the last time I was at the gym. We actually exchanged names this time and sort of hung out as we worked out. She’s nice to talk to as we spotted each other, and found more things in common to talk about.
After the gym, I went into work to catch up on the gossip, my paperwork, and answer emails. I have a few more students in the program going to Europe this year than last, but fewer wanting to come to our university. I don’t know whether it’s all over the country or just us, but it’s going to be interesting regardless.
Since Moira said our last trip was a couple of weeks ago, and the fact that I was hurt, I didn’t talk to her at all. In my spare time, I talked with Evette and Janice, not only texting but also making real phone calls. I was beginning to like Janice more and more. She mentioned Moira the first time we talked, and I told her we didn’t have a ‘relationship’, I was just going with her because Zoe had been my best friend. She hinted that Moira and I seemed like we had something more, but let it go after that.
Summer was slowly drawing to a close, and I was back at the university almost full-time. My gym workouts were becoming more intense with the help of Erica. We seemed to be pushing each other in a good way, and I was enjoying some of the little competitions we had. We haven’t talked about really personal things, but I get the feeling she kinda likes women more than men.
I certainly would welcome her to my bed, and it might be interesting since we like to compete a little bit with each other. Maybe if we hit it off on a deeper level, I might introduce her to Adele and Janice. That would be very yummy in a few ways. But, I’m getting way ahead of myself and letting my fantasies run amok, which can be fun late at night when I can’t get to sleep.
The days before Moira and I were going to say goodbye to Zoe seemed to drag by. When I finally heard from her, it was just a text on Tuesday telling me when she’d meet me in Stinson Beach. We’d walk the Dipsea to Steep Ravine loop via Stinson Beach. It was just over six miles and should take us about five or six hours. Moira said she wanted to meet around seven. Thankfully, she wanted to do the Zoe thing on Friday, so I didn’t have to take a day off. Since we weren’t staying overnight, it made sense to meet there separately.
The drive is about seventy miles from my place, and I’d have to go through San Francisco. I’d leave around five or so to avoid traffic from all the weekend getaway people. It wasn’t a problem, I could walk around and enjoy the morning, waiting for Moira if I was too early.
Thursday after work, I packed a daypack with some things for lunch and snacking, along with extra water for the hike. Around six, I received a text from Moira asking if I could pick her up at her place. Her car had broken down, and she had just dropped Zoe’s car off at the dealership the day before, so they could go through it prior to her putting it up for sale.
I told her it was no problem and that I’d be there around seven or so to pick her up. It’s about an hour and a half from her place to Mt Tam, so I’d just have to get up a little earlier than I’d planned. This was going to be our last Zoe trip, so the least I could do was drive. I was still hurt from Moira’s frigidity or coldness, I guess, about the night I made love to her, but I’m not one to hold too much of a grudge.
Friday morning, I was up early, threw my things in the car after eating breakfast, then grabbed a second coffee before heading out. The drive wasn’t too bad, and Moira was ready to go when I arrived at her house. We didn’t hug, but she thanked me for going out of my way and picking her up.
I was pleasant and smiled as I told her I didn’t mind. Our drive was fairly quiet, unlike the others before. Moira pretty much watched the landscape whiz by as I drove. We did talk about the past couple of weeks, and she asked about my mother. But it wasn’t the same, and that made me a little sad.
We arrived at Stinson Beach and found the trailhead. After loading up our daypacks, Moira led the way down the trail. Once again, she was silent, although now and then she’d point something out, like a tree frog or a newt, so I wouldn’t step on them. When we arrived at Pantoll Campground, we took a break and ate lunch. After that, we finished the loop, dropping Zoe off in one of the creeks on our return loop.
When we stopped, I stood silently as Moira knelt by the water and dropped the envelope in. The swift-flowing stream carried her away as Moira stood up, facing away from me. When she turned, I saw she’d been crying. I moved closer and hugged her, but she really didn’t hug me back. It was sort of a ‘I’m hugging you, but I really don’t want to’ type of hug.
After that, we headed back to the car and then to Moira’s place. Another quiet drive and within a couple of hours, we were back. I pulled into the driveway, not shutting the engine off, waiting for Moira to get out and say goodbye. It was close to rush hour, and I figured I’d stop at the drive-thru for something to eat on the way home, or when I got home, I’d order out.
I was a little shocked when she asked if I would come in; she had something she wanted to tell me. I told her I would then shut the car off, and we both got out. Moira grabbed her backpack, and I followed her into the house.
She asked me to sit on the sofa as she put her backpack in the kitchen. When Moira returned, she sat down near me, holding a small notepad. She looked at it, then, pausing to collect her thoughts.
Then Moira said, “Alexis, I need to apologize to you, sweetie. Today wasn’t a good day, and I’m sorry.”
I replied, “It’s okay, Moira. I know leaving Zoe is hard on you. I completely understand.”
Moira continued, “I also need to apologize and explain about the night we were intimate. Please let me get through it, and then I’ll let you go.”
I was about to respond as Moira looked down at her list and began, “First, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything that morning. I was in shock that I let you do that to me in my bed. I had a million things going through my mind, and I was rude, and I shut down. We should have talked. So, let me explain.”
Moira took a deep breath as I patiently waited for her to continue.
She started out telling me, “That bed was mine and Byron’s for fifteen years, and it felt like I was cheating on him. I realized one, that it was old and needed replacing, and two, if I was ever going to move on, it had to go. So, last week I bought a new bed, and it was delivered last Wednesday.”
I smiled and was about to say something when Moira continued, “What you did to me shocked the hell out of me, Alexis. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that in close to twenty years, and it scared me. When you said making love to me was a fantasy of yours, I recalled hearing you and Zoe and then going back to bed and masturbating while Byron slept, wishing I could feel what you two were feeling. So, I guess having you make love to me was a fantasy I had eons ago.”
Moira paused, took a deep breath, then said, “While I was in the shower that morning and for the next week, I started thinking about my sexuality. When we were in Guerneville and Adele was flirting with me, I felt wanted, desirable, and a little aroused that someone younger and female would want me. Then, after you made love to me, I thought maybe I’d changed; I wasn’t straight anymore. Maybe it sounds silly, but I think the real me likes men and women.”
Moira grinned then said, “You know what they say, like mother, like daughter. I just never experienced what Zoe had, and now I kinda know where she may have gotten it from. But, the other thing I need to say is that I had a problem with you being Zoe’s best friend and half my age. That really freaked me out, but we’re both adults now, and I can’t deny the attraction to you, sweetie. I don’t know how we’ll go from here, but I needed to get this off my chest. I don’t know if what I feel for you is love or something else, but I don’t want you mad at me or either of us having any regrets about what we did.”
Moira paused, looked me in the eyes as she waited for me to respond. I was a little shocked at her confession and didn’t say anything right away. Instead, I got up and walked to the front door, opened it, and went outside to my car. I grabbed my backpack, locked the car, then returned inside to see Moira still on the sofa, tears in her eyes, looking up at me.
I tossed my backpack on a chair, reached out with both hands, and smiled. I told her, “I think we need to try out that new bed and really confirm your new sexuality. There are so many things I want to say and do with you, Moira. Can I stay the weekend?”
Moira wiped the tears from her cheeks as she smiled, then stood, taking my hands in hers and replied, “Yes, you can stay, sweetie. But I want to make love to you first, is that alright?”
I purred, “That’s more than alright, Moira. We’ll go slow at first. Can we shower and get the trail dust off first? I don’t want to get your new bed all dirty, well, dirt dirty that is.”
Moira giggled as she replied, “Oh my, you’re going to wreck me, aren’t you, Alexis.”
I smiled as we headed to her bedroom and said, “I’m going to try my best, Moira.”
When we arrived in her bedroom, Moira started undressing. I asked her to stop because I wanted to undress her. She dropped her hands to her sides as I moved closer, looking into her eyes.
I whispered as I grasped a button on her blouse, “We’re taking turns, sweet lady. I’m going first, and undressing you. When I’m done, it’ll be your turn to undress me. Then we’re going to shower and get all nice and clean. Then you can have your way with me.”
Moira shivered as she replied, “Oh my, what did I get myself into?”
I knew she was kidding when I replied, “The best weekend you’ve had in a very long time.”
Moira closed her eyes as I continued unbuttoning her blouse. When the buttons were loose, I slipped her blouse from her shoulders and placed it in a chair near her dresser. Moira stood still, watching me, as goose bumps appeared on her arms. I smiled as I moved behind her to unhook her bra. When that was free, I slowly eased it off her shoulders, caressing her bare skin with my fingertips. I heard Moir moan as I took her bra over to join her blouse.
When I returned, I was facing her, admiring her full, mature breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and I couldn’t resist them as I lowered my face to suckle each one in turn. My hands wrapped around her waist, settling on her ass, pulling her closer to me. Moira gasped when my mouth engulfed her breast for the first time. I didn’t nurse for very long because I wanted to warm her up and not climax right away.
So, after a few brief moments, I released her magnificent orbs and backed up so I could remove her hiking shorts and panties. I did that while looking into her eyes, my hands knowing exactly what to do. When her shorts hit the floor, Moira unconsciously stepped out of them. She waited until her panties joined, then for me to kneel and remove her shoes. She used my shoulders to steady herself as I untied and removed one shoe, then her sock, followed by one leg of her cotton panties.
I didn’t rush, massaging that leg slowly from her ankle up to her thigh before moving to her other foot. Repeating my actions, I soon had Moira naked before me, her full blonde and grey-streaked bush inches from my face. I could see and smell her arousal on the lovely curly hairs as I grinned and looked up at her.
Moira blushed when she saw me lick my lips in anticipation. She asked, “Are we skipping the shower?”
I giggled as I stood, replying, “Oh, no. I was just admiring you, sweet lady.”
That made Moira shiver and blush, which I thought was adorable. I know, how can a fifty-two-year-old woman be adorable? Well, she was.
I suggested Moira undress me as I did her. She tried to go slowly, but she was in a hurry and was also a little embarrassed undressing me. Her eyes lit up when she actually saw my breasts and abs in the light of day, and then again when she noticed I trimmed down below. Something she’d not seen the first time we were intimate. I figured at some point she’d ask about my nether region, but that apparently could wait.
My clothes joined hers on the chair, and we were now both in the buff. I led her to the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I don’t know why I closed it, but Moira didn’t seem to care as she turned the water on in the shower.
The shower was somewhat small because the house was old. We’d fit with room to move around in, and it was better than the bathtub/shower at my place. When the water was up to temperature, Moira entered, then extended her hand to me. I slipped mine into hers and joined her under the stream. There we kissed, long and passionately. Our hands roamed each other’s backsides while I used my thigh to rub that sweet mound of hair between her legs.
Moira moaned into my mouth as her arousal built as we kissed. We didn’t stay like that for long, because she was anxious to get out and make love to me. So, we separated, soaped each other off, rinsed, then exited and dried off. Now squeaky clean, we moved to her new bed and had wonderful new experiences for us both.
I climbed in first, then Moira joined me. She looked a little unsure of herself as she asked me where she should begin. Yes, it was a silly question, but I didn’t mind. I told her we could return to kissing first, then she could do whatever she wanted.
Moira blushed and said she wasn’t thinking straight, which made me giggle, and her laugh when she figured it out. I told her I was very happy she wasn’t ‘thinking straight’, then reached up, placing my hand behind her neck, drawing her to me.
Moira didn’t need advice after that. We made out for a very long time, each of us getting more aroused and anxious. I left it up to Moira to decide when she wanted to go further. I was enjoying kissing her and feeling her bare skin against mine. When she left my lips, I was pleasantly surprised that she went directly to my breasts. I thought she’d linger on my neck or maybe my earlobes, building up her confidence, but that wasn’t the case.
Moira practically devoured my breasts and nipples, coating them with her saliva and suckling me as if I were her mother and she was my newborn. She was driving me crazy in a very good way, licking, sucking, and playing with my breasts and nipples to her heart’s content.
I lay there moaning and telling her how good she was making me feel and encouraging her to take her time because I wasn’t going anywhere. Moira did just that, and it seemed like she spent forever exploring ways to make me squirm and moan.
When she did eventually abandon my boobs, she paused at my belly button, just like I had when I made love to her. I’m not ticklish, so all she got out of me was more praise and my fingers sifting through her blonde locks.
I was loving every moment and everything she was doing to me. I was close to the edge multiple times, and somehow, Moira paused or moved to another part of my body to bring me back and make our session much longer and more erotic.
At last, Moira repositioned herself between my legs and looked up at me. My eyes had been closed, enjoying the sensations coursing through me, when I realized she’d stopped and hadn’t continued. I looked down at her. She asked if I’d tell her if she was doing it wrong. I smiled and told her I would, but I doubted she would do anything wrong or that I didn’t like. She smiled, and I think she took a deep breath before placing her tongue over my sex and began teasing me with the tip.
I moaned, telling her she was doing it perfectly. That gave her more encouragement to kiss and lick my trimmed pubes. When Moira had built up her courage enough to actually ease her tongue inside me, I shuddered. It sort of startled her, so she stopped and asked if I was alright.
I purred, telling her I was more than alright. She grinned and went back down to continue. I was surprised and delighted that Moira, who had made me wash my face before kissing her after I went down on her, dove in like she’d been eating pussy since college. She did fumble around some, but I didn’t care or say anything to discourage her. It did take her a long time to get me to a yummy climax, and I’m not complaining because it was her first time.
When I reached and went over the orgasmic cliff, I shuddered and twitched on the bed as Moira moved out of the way and watched. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, she had a sheepish grin, then asked if she did okay.
My face lit up as I told her, “Come here, baby, you were amazing. Now kiss me, I want to taste myself on your lips.”
Moira giggled, questioning my calling her ‘baby,’ but she did move up to me, and we kissed. As we made out, I nudged her onto her back and then moved atop her. That was when I asked her if she’d prefer some other term of endearment instead of ‘baby’. Moira said it just sounded strange because I was so much younger than her. But she had no idea what she’d like, so we left it unanswered for the time being.
With my orgasm complete, it was time for me to reciprocate, which I did by starting with those glorious breasts of hers. I played with each one, suckling, teasing, pinching her nipples, biting them, and basically worshiping them. Moira was partially aroused from her time between my legs, and when I placed my hand down there, I could feel how wet she was.
I loved it and looked at her and told her so, which made her blush. God, I love making mature women blush; it turns me on as much as it does them. Since my hand was between her legs, I began rubbing and fingering her. Because of the position I was in, I was able to suckle and nurse those sweet, full breasts as my finger eased its way through her slit and to her clit.
Moira was squirming while I massaged her swollen nub and pulled on a nipple with my teeth. I didn’t do it too hard at first. As her climax built, I gradually got a bit more intense just to see her reaction.
Moira was loving it, so I continued, my finger sped up, then became fingers, as I switched between breasts and asked how good she felt.
It surprised me when she used her first F-bomb and told me she felt amazing and to keep going. I gladly did as requested, and soon my mature ‘baby’ got off on my hand, squeezing it between her legs as I backed off and let her ride it out.
When she finished thrashing and bucking, she released my soaked hand and asked me to join her. I snuggled up to Moira, and we kissed, then talked a little bit about what we just did. She apologized once more for being cold after our first lovemaking attempt. I told her I was surprised by her reaction and was hurt. Moria understood and said she was sorry once again. Since all was forgiven, our conversation switched to what we were going to do next, as far as a relationship or whatever we wanted to call it.
Moira and I talked for quite some time about where we were headed. She was concerned about our age difference and the fact that I’d been Zoe’s best friend. I couldn’t care less, I enjoyed being around her and wasn’t bothered by what others thought. Well, maybe the only person I cared about was my mother, and she’d probably freak out, but eventually not really care that I was sleeping with someone around her age. The other thing we discussed was that we were both rooted where we were. The conclusion was that we had a quasi-long-distance relationship that was blossoming. We decided to just see how things worked out by visiting each other on weekends.
By the time we got all that straightened out, it was way past dinner time. So rather than make something, Moira ordered from a delivery service, and we got dressed and waited. As we waited, I mentioned to Moira that I was getting to know a girl at my gym, and of course, there was Adele and Janice, who had shown interest in both of us. She didn’t mind that I was getting to know Erica; she thought it was good because we’re closer in age, and she was probably closer to me as far as distance.
Adele and Janice were a completely different story. Moira was thrilled that they found us both attractive, but she wasn’t sure about having sex with them since they were married. It was something she’d have to figure out. She was willing to do normal ‘friend things’ with them, but an ‘orgy’ as she put it, wasn’t something she was ready for and may never be.
I giggled when she called it an ‘orgy’ and told her it was fine. I’d never ask her to do something out of her comfort zone. Then I clarified it a little and told her I’d love to push her boundaries a bit in bed, and she could always say no, and that was fine. Moira grinned and replied that I’d already pushed her boundaries, and she’d say no if I crossed a line.
Our dinner order arrived right on time. Moira had ordered baby back ribs, coleslaw, and garlic bread for our dinner. We opened a bottle of Pinot Noir, which made it absolutely perfect. After dinner, we sat around and talked more about Zoe, field trips, and, believe it or not, sex toys. I don’t recall exactly how we started on those, but I discovered that Moira didn’t have any. So, I suggested we go online and look. At first, Moira was scared someone would find out she’d been looking, and I reassured her that wouldn’t happen. We visited a few adult sites, and I showed her a few toys she could enjoy alone and some with a ‘friend’. She laughed at that and told me I was the only ‘friend’ that she’d use one with if she ever did.
Moira needed me to explain how a couple of the ones we looked at worked, and her expression gave me the impression she might like to try one or two, especially the strapless strapon. I mentioned I had a regular and a strapless, which got a raised eyebrow and a grin.
When Moira replied, “Oh, really?”
I nodded and said, “MmmHmm.”
We didn’t get into BDSM things because I didn’t want to scare her. I’m not into that anyway, and I don’t know if Moira would ever be interested. She’s just starting with all of this, and I didn’t think overwhelming her would be a good idea.
As we continued looking at the toys, Moira asked if I used the strapless often. I told her that when I have a partner who likes to use it, we take turns, and it can be VERY intimate for the two of us. That got a repeat of ‘Oh, really’ to which I smiled and said, “Yes, really.”
We were just about done with the bottle of wine we’d opened for dinner, and when I suggested we return to her room so I could show her one of my favorite things to do without toys. Moira smiled, took our empty glasses and the bottle, telling me she’d meet me in the bedroom.
Moira was really getting comfortable with us making love. She reminded me of myself when Zoe and I went beyond kissing way back in high school. It was like a role reversal, and I was loving it.
When Moira walked into her bedroom, I was already naked in the bed waiting for her. She grinned, took off her clothes, tossing them aside, and I giggled as she slipped in beside me. We started kissing and getting all worked up, and when I felt we were sufficiently aroused, I asked if she was ready for another new experience.
She replied, “Yes, babydoll, I am. Is babydoll okay? I’m not used to cute names, but that sounded sweet to me.”
I smiled and told her it was fine; she could call me anything she wanted to. Then I kissed her and asked her to lie back and spread her legs. Once she was ready, I moved down and slipped a finger between her legs to be sure. When I felt her moistness with my finger, Moira gasped and then giggled as she watched me lick her honey off it while our eyes focused on each other.
I asked her to relax as I slowly mounted her. She had a curious look on her face until I reached down and placed her leg up against me, and rested my trimmed pussy on her bushy one. Her eyes lit up when I started slowly grinding back and forth on her. When she realized what I was doing. Moira reached up to help position me until we were in sync and rubbing each other.
I talked to her, asking how she was feeling and if she liked it. Moira moaned and closed her eyes, as she said, “Oh god, babydoll. That feels amazing. Can we go a little faster, please?”
I grinned, replying, “Yes, ma’am. Let me know if it’s too much.”
Moira purred and didn’t say a thing as I shifted gears, moving a little faster and pressing a bit harder against her. After a few, I started varying my motion, fast, slow, different angles, all while Moira moaned and called me sweet things and told me how good she felt.
When she let go with a few f-bombs, I knew she was a changed woman. We kept at it, getting close to a pinnacle, then backing off. I did that repeatedly for a very long time. When I started to feel a little exhausted, which for me is hard to achieve in bed. I decided to take us over the edge. I wanted Moira to become addicted, for lack of a better word, to how she was feeling. It seemed like my plan was working as she begged me to let her climax and was practically in tears when she finally did.
We orgasmed together, with me collapsing on top of her, panting like I’d run a full marathon. When Moira caught her breath, she pulled my face to hers and smothered me with grateful kisses. Eventually, she stopped kissing me, looked me in the eyes, and told me that she was having second thoughts about Adele and Janice. I giggled and asked why. Moira blushed and whispered that if one woman could make her feel this good, two would be better than being in heaven.
I laughed and asked if I’d created a monster. Moira’s reply was a simple, “Maybe.”
We snuggled and talked until we both sort of dozed off. I think the wine and the intense orgasms helped us sleep in until around seven.
All Saturday and then again Sunday morning, we filled the time with talking, sleeping, showering, eating, and making love. Moira would lead at times, wanting to try different positions after I’d shown her with me in the lead. We made love in the shower a couple of times, rode each other’s faces, and discovered things that Moira loved and didn’t love quite as much.
We talked about Adele and Janice a bit, and Moira’s position about an ‘orgy’ softened, but she was still hesitant about having sex with complete strangers. So, we agreed to get to know them better and then maybe at some point in the future be intimate with them. But that was a long way off.
We also agreed that we could date anyone we wanted to and that our relationship was to be mostly making love until one of us found someone we wanted to be exclusive with. We both thought it was a little quirky, but we’d give it a try and see what happened.
Sunday afternoon, when I left Moria to head home, I felt better in so many ways. Moira was basically a new woman with a new outlook on life. I don’t know and hate to guess what might have happened if I weren’t Zoe’s best friend and just met her in a moment of vulnerability. Maybe I could have seduced her, but then again, probably not.
However, I’ll always have a place in my heart for Zoe, my first love. Moira is a close second for the time being. That will most likely change down the road for various reasons. I don’t expect it to happen, but she could easily become number one, which would be yummy in numerous ways.
I still had feelings for Evette and maybe Erica, and perhaps Janice. I just didn’t know how things might work out. Maybe some drama, but then again, maybe some delicious times ahead, only time will tell.
